Start As a Lord In a Viscount

"Very good." Claire nodded with satisfaction, and put the pistol back, Omar was relieved.

"You are a smart person, and I will not embarrass you. As long as you stay in the church honestly and don't come out to cause trouble for me, do what you like. When believers go to church, you should pray for others. What god? I can also make you a priest during the festival, and we can still get along well."

"Yes, yes." Omar can only nod in agreement now.

"Of course, don't even think about reporting me after you go out." Claire squinted, "Building a hospital and a school is not something that can give me a hat, and the two of us know what's going on here. It is also the nobles who want to punish me for no reason, but that requires evidence."

Sweat appeared on Omar's forehead again, and he really thought so just now.

After beating the other party to prevent him from being an idiot and causing trouble for himself, the next step is to lure him.

"Pastor Omar, how much do you usually spend a month?"

Omar didn't understand why Claire asked such a question, but he still replied: "Besides most of the money I provided to the Royal Capital Church, I still have three or four gold coins left, but now those nobles have moved out of Nafhu. City, there will be less in the future..."

"I'll give you fifty gold coins every month. You don't need to take the money for offerings, but keep the flowers for yourself." Claire said with a smile, since ancient times, wealth has moved people's hearts.

If the other party is not the pastor of the church, Claire is still reluctant to spend these fifty gold coins. This money is sent to spend money to eliminate disasters, so as not to lose the pastor of Omar, and a more difficult pastor will come later. , then it's not worth the loss.

Omar widened his eyes and said quickly, "Thank you, Lord Viscount."

"Do you know why I gave you the money?" Clare asked.

Omar patted his chest, "I promise that I will stay in the church honestly and concentrate on serving the Lord."

The reason why he came to the hospital and the school was not because these two affected the revenue of the church itself, and directly affected his income. As for belief, of course, it is also very important, but as Claire said, Churches do not conflict with hospitals and schools.

"Seriously, you're not a very good priest." Claire looked back at Omar. "Do you know what a real mission should look like?"

Omar shook his head subconsciously, and then quickly realized that he was a priest, and nodded sharply: "Tell the world about the greatness of the Lord, and if you believe in it, you can go to the kingdom of God, and those who do not believe will go to hell."

Claire shook his head with a chuckle, "I saw many priests when I was in the capital, and they were not as radical as you. Even preaching is subtle." Speaking of which, Claire closed her mouth. He didn't want to teach this guy to preach or something.

Omar bowed his head in shame. If he was as good as the priest in the capital, he wouldn't be sent to such a remote place in the Viscounty.

"Okay, let's go, it's time for us to go out and give the people an explanation."

Under the two-pronged approach of coercion and inducement, Claire determined that Omar should not cause trouble for herself in the future.

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Walking out of the door, Claire held Omar's hand kindly and walked out with a kind expression.

"Everyone, be quiet, I have just had an in-depth discussion with Pastor Omar, and I finally cleared up the misunderstanding."

After speaking, he pressed Omar's palm with his fingers, and looked over with a smile.

Seeing the people who were looking at him, and then looking at Claire with a nuclear smile, Omar stood up.

"Indeed, the Viscount just explained the situation to me. This doctor is not an evil witch or demon. You can rest assured to come here for treatment in the future."

After hearing the other party's words, Claire released her hand and put it on Omar's shoulder to pat.

"I'll say it's a misunderstanding."

"I misunderstood Lord Viscount. I should have believed him. Lord Viscount is so powerful, how could he be bewitched by demons?"

"Yes, and Dr. Rona is so good, it can't be a devil."

"It seems that Priest Omar made a mistake."

"Things are finally resolved."

"However, Pastor Omar could be mistaken. Such a thing has never happened."

Omar pursed his lips and looked at the people who were constantly discussing with complex eyes. It stands to reason that there is nothing wrong with the priest as the messenger of God. Even if it is wrong, it can only be done by a higher level. Clergy to discover and punish.

This is somewhat similar to the ancient emperors. They cannot be wrong. If they are wrong, it will affect his authority, and the people below will gradually lose their reverence for the imperial power. Similarly, religion is also the same. , God cannot be wrong, and as a messenger of God, there must be no mistake, otherwise the authority of religion will be threatened.

Omar was still feeling melancholy, and Claire patted him on the shoulder, "Pastor Omar just go back first. I'll send someone to deliver things to you in a few days."

Omar smiled on the spot: "Then I'll retire first."

After Omar left, Claire looked at Rona beside him and connected the spiritual thread.

"The problem is solved, so you can see a doctor with peace of mind."

"Yeah." Rona glanced at the people outside the door, and their eyes no longer had the doubts and fears they had before, only a face full of guilt, feeling guilty for misunderstanding Rona just now.

Claire took another look at the yard in the hospital. When the building was built before, there was nothing here. After a few days, the small yard was actually overgrown with flowers and plants.

Pointing to the flowers climbing on the stone wall, Claire asked, "Did you grow these?"

"I saw the seeds of these flowers when I went to collect herbs. UU read www.uukanshu.com and brought them back." Rona tilted her head, "Can't you plant it?"

As a half-elf, she still has a special love for flowers and trees, and has special magic that can make seeds sprout and grow quickly, so within a few days, she turned the yard into a small garden.

Claire smiled, "Of course not, I said the hospital belongs to you, you can plant whatever you want. And the flowers that come out are very beautiful."

"Thank you!" Rona whispered, she could feel that Claire's praise was sincere.

"You have worked hard these days. You are the only doctor in the entire Nafu City. You are too busy. Just wait for a while. After a while, other doctors will come over. Then you don't have to be so busy. ."

There are nearly 100,000 people in the entire viscount territory, and a doctor, Rona, can't cure her at all, and she can't trouble her with such trivial things as a cold or a fever. What Claire thinks is to regard Rona as an ace doctor, and then from the Some doctors from other territories will come over and let them open their own shops. If they really encounter a disease that cannot be cured, they will come over and let Rona treat them.

Rona nodded, "It's not hard, I like this job very much, and I like this kind of life very much, I don't have to live in a homeless place like before, and you are also very kind to me..."

After speaking, Rona felt something was wrong and added, "I won't leave here."

Klar was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "If you have time, learn Common Language."

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A few dozen miles away from Nafu City, a caravan drove a convoy of blue-scaled horses with a row of dozens of meters toward Nafu City.

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