I Was Reincarnated as a Poor Farmer in a Different World, so I Decided to Make Bricks to Build a Castle - Chapter 1134

"You're still doing amazing things." I never thought I'd get Vulcan followers that way. "

Conversation using magic communicators in my mansion in the capital of the Orient country.

The person I was talking to was Banage, who was still in the Demon Kingdom of Brillia.

Describing the current situation in the Orient, the Barca Mercenaries, and the Barca Church, he sighed like that.

"But, isn't that the way that other countries complain about it?" Isn't it like the Barca Church acknowledges its control over its own land? Wouldn't it be interesting if we were to be able to take away a place that was originally under our control? ”

"Actually, that's not the case." Certainly, Glugalia and other countries have complained at first. However, what happened as a result of the proselytizing of the proprietary factions in various places is that they have settled down in the form of belonging to the original country. ”

What do you mean? Could it be that those who surrounded the city with walls and made themselves their own belong to the country again? "

"Yeah. Converting to Vulcan and becoming a believer is a ritual." There's a lot of restrictions on that, so it's not going to work like it's done before. "

For example, I'll tell Banage the story of a man named Bing in Melbie's city who converted before.

Bing was originally proud of his strength and seemed to be quite active on the battlefield.

At one point, I got the magic.

Named after [name] by others, Bing acquired magic by naming those under him.

As a result, the amount of magic power increased even more than before, and they teamed up with the named party to rule the city of Melbee.

But it was dominated by power.

They simply took the city of Melbie by force, built walls, and ignored the demands of the state.

My subordinates, who gathered under my pride of power, were obvious, but I couldn't say that they were smart.

After all, the city of Melbee was only occupied by Bing's own party.

Of course, there are aspects of the people on the ground that supported the Bings.

Bing's men were delighted.

Because our heads got the city, and we were able to walk in it with a big face, eat good food, and play.

But Bing couldn't help but rejoice.

It was because it was not possible to run a decent city, and with all the regions in recession, it was clear that the future was bleak.

In that sense, Bing could not be said to be still insane.

Therefore, I grasped my situation, and I learned that my own forces that occupied towns and villages similar to other people were being destroyed, and I felt a sense of crisis.

We have to survive somehow.

I thought of it as a peculiar plan to convert to Barca.

Becoming a follower of the Vulcan religion may not only keep the Vulcan mercenaries from attacking us, but it may also give us an ally.

Or maybe there was a faint hope that the Barca Church would recognize themselves as the true rulers of the city.

But Bing and the others didn't know.

There is a mysterious ritual in the Church of Barca.

There was a magic tool made of my blood with a red and black magic stone in the core that Hannah and the others in charge of Barca church had.

Bing, who converted to Vulcanism, touched it and swore an oath.

From now on, I will live according to the teachings of Barca.

Of course, it's not a normal ritual, it's enforceable.

I used a red and black magic stone to give my blood, which I put against the body of the person who received the ritual while receiving the blood from the opponent.

In doing so, it had the effect of causing severe pain to the heart's heart if he broke his vows.

Hannah and the others explained the contents of the vow properly.

Observe the teachings and laws of Barca.

In the trial, he answers without telling a lie.

And suddenly, I didn't use magic in the city.

For magic, [physical strengthening] is fine, but changing the land at will can lead to confusion, and [road laying] and [railway laying] are prohibited, as well as [wall construction].

In other words, when the city of Melbie was attacked, we were able to build new walls to further strengthen our defenses, but we were unable to do so.

That's not all.

It's about defending the teachings of the Vulcan religion.

This is not a fine rule, but there was a rough rule for maintaining social order.

And it is written among them that it is natural not to kill or injure, not to take away the things of others, and not to break them.

When Bing and his subordinates decided to convert, they knew the rules.

I was also briefed when I heard that I would undergo a ritual.

But I guess that was just a promise.

I didn't think that breaking that vow would immediately cause my chest to hurt and I wouldn't even be able to breathe properly.

The proprietary forces that said they would convert to Vulcanism must adhere to the teachings of Vulcanism.

It is only natural for people.

But that doesn't mean you can do whatever you want.

Thus, the leaders of the proselytized proprietary forces lost the art of resisting and were taken over by the rule of the original country.

It is because of this profit that Glugalia and others have recognized the acquisition of followers of the Church of Vulca.

By the way, an optimal solution for a proprietary force like Bing would be to take out all the gold and move to the Orient after converting to Vulcanism, with all the assets converted to enemies.

We can't control the city, but we can keep the money.

At first, there were many people who didn't like that they couldn't taste good, but there are some who knew the situation and realized they couldn't resist.

Surprisingly, the silver will flow in time, so I want it to be delicious and actively flow to the Orient.

As a result, even more power maps were beginning to fluctuate across the country, mainly in the Orient.