Sosa couldn't believe it.

The Glory Crusader lowered his head and whispered:

"Lord Sousa, if you pass a suffering village along the way, you will share the food once.

There are refugees who want to join us, and we have to distribute weapons and armor.

This is all that's left on this journey.

Moreover, due to the increase in the number of militiamen (level 1 and level 1) in the team, the remaining food that could have lasted for one month can only last for another half month."

Sosa was choked and speechless.

This is the fact.

Now the supplies for all the troops on the front line are basically collected by the church by forcibly recruiting villagers and some small acropolis.

What I have in hand is only a small part of those villagers who were forcibly recruited.

Every village we passed on the road was suffering from famine.

If we divide it among ourselves, the supplies will be gone. This is a normal thing.

Sosa took a deep breath and said: "If you hold on a little longer, you will be safe when you reach the territory.

I still have gold coins, so I can buy food then."

That's what he said, but Sousa knew clearly that this was just a way to quench his thirst and satisfy his hunger. Now the price of food in Erathia is already more expensive than resources.

But Sosa couldn't do it if he left those refugees alone.

If she were the Queen, she would definitely be like me and do better than me.

Sosa forcibly cheered up and said:

"Inform the troops. Hold on, it will be safe when we reach the territory. For Erathia!"

The Glory Crusader nodded vigorously and said loudly: "For Erathia! For Lord Sousa!"

Sosa took a deep breath and shouted silently in his heart.

"For humanity! For the Queen!"

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Intermission 4:

Ernie's letter:

Dear Archpope:

If you believe me, everything is fine, don't think about it.

I have escaped from Thunder City at the great sacrifice of my fellow believers and my subordinates.

The rye flowers on the tower have already bloomed. This year, the rye flowers on the tower are golden, symbolizing wealth.

This color is very nice, I think it looks much better than the parish white.

Whenever I see the white rye flowers in the parish, I will think of your blank head.

If our church perishes, it will definitely be during your term of office.

If not, you must be dead.

I am emotionally grateful for your order to rescue me.

But intellectually, I once again question whether you are capable enough to continue to serve as the high pope of the Cult of Wealth.

In order to save me, a total of 36 heroes sacrificed their lives, including 4 masters.

This is an unbearable loss for our Goddess of Wealth Church.

Analyze intellectually:

As long as I don't hand over the location of the forbidden magic ball, I will be absolutely safe.

A little bit of physical pain doesn't matter to me.

The sacrifices of 36 heroes had a far greater impact on our church than the pain I suffered.

Moreover, it would be a huge loss to use the weak Goddess's only chance to take action once every hundred years on me.

This also makes our Church of the Goddess of Wealth irreconcilably stand on the opposite side of the tower forces.

This will put all our church members lurking in the tower at risk of being traced.

It will also increase the alertness of the tower (smear).

No, I can’t say it anymore, it’s so angry that my magic lamp hurts.

Mr. Wealth once said: "Transaction is the exchange of something for another thing."

Not to mention that my life is most likely not in danger.

Even if I die, the price I pay is much lighter than that of 36 heroes.

I am just a legend, and each of those 36 heroes may become a legend.

You don't have a sufficient understanding of the costs and rewards of rescuing me.

I'm not afraid of death, I'm just afraid of delaying Master Fortune's plan.

I think the best way to prevent you from becoming a sinner in our church is to abdicate on the spot and replace yourself with a more rational pope.

I hope you will consider my opinion carefully.

I'm rushing to the elemental forces to take refuge.

The tower has launched an attack on my territory.

However, my cities have already been fully prepared, and each city has magic crystal cannons.

Everyone knows the virtues of the human mages in the tower. Without a dead order, they will give top priority to preserving their own troops.

No one will be the first to attack the city and resist the first cannon.

Therefore, as long as the demigods don't take action, our territory can still hold on for a long time.

During this period of time, I hope you can use your shrinking brain to come up with a way to evacuate the citizens of our city.

If you can't think of it, please tell me in time and I will take the last resort.

I hope the rye flowers in the parish will change to a different color next year.

Bishop of the Goddess of Wealth: Yours sincerely, Elnie”

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Intermission 5:

The president of the Underground Treasure Chamber of Commerce: Black Elf Shafuna is holding a tea tray in her hand, with tea sets made of fire silver placed on the tray.

She walked into the small room located on the top floor of her magic tower. This room was only 6 square meters in size, which was pitifully small.

There was only a bed and a table in the room, and the only thing that could lead to the outside of the room was a small window less than half a meter long and wide and a door.

Although the room is very simple, this room is indeed the most heavily guarded place in the entire Underground Treasure Chamber of Commerce.

There are thirteen layers of magic arrays around the outside of the room, which not only isolates space transmission magic, but also effectively prevents creatures from entering.

There's only one problem.

These magic circles have no distinction between inside and outside.

Except for Shafna herself, it was extremely difficult to enter or leave the room.

The owner of this room is Shafuna's public legal husband.

Male concubine - Xiang Chong.

"Xiang, I made you Dream Black Tea."

Shafna walked in gracefully, closed the door, and put the tea tray on the table.

She skillfully arranged the tea set and carefully added sugar to the Dream Black Tea bit by bit.

This is supposed to be the job of a maid, but Shafna does it with gusto, as a matter of course.

Xiang Chong raised his head blankly.

Above his head is a glass window.

From outside the window, you can see the faint light of star moss in the sky.

Shafna brought the prepared black tea next to Xiang Chong, scooped out half a spoonful of it with a small spoon, carefully blew it to cool down, and poured it into Xiang Chong's mouth.

Xiang Chong opened his mouth unconsciously and took the black tea in his mouth, but did not swallow it.

Shafuna looked at her husband with more and more pity in her eyes. She stood and leaned down, squeezing the black tea into Xiang Chong's throat with her tongue.

"Ahem."

Xiang Chong was choked and coughed, and slapped his tail hard on the bed.
To be continued...