To Hell With Being A Saint, I’m A Doctor Chapter 70

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The look in her eyes as she looked down at him as he fell asleep was that of a monster.

I still can’t forget the look in his eyes as he stared straight into his eyes in the dark.

Besides, what about him after returning from the ceremony?

It appeared with terrifying divine power to the extent that the expression that the whole body was literally rolled up with divine power was right.

Now that he was sleeping, more divine power than during the day was fluttering around him.

A fragrant scent and a sense of comfort invaded her whole body.

I thought she didn’t know.

‘…I have to be by this person’s side for the rest of my life.’

If that happens, this comfort will be entirely yours.

When he thought that he would monopolize this tremendous divine power that makes him feel good just by being close to him, he smiled uncharacteristically.

* * *

As soon as the morning dawned, Ray immediately ran to the study in the mansion.

He started reading early in the morning, and by daytime, there were quite a lot of books piled up next to him.

One of the servants called out to Ray quietly.

“It’s time for the Holy Son’s sacrament.”

But no answer came.

The servant shook his head as he looked at him with frightening concentration while reading a book.

I called in the morning, but it was still in that state.

Even though moths can sting in a sitting position, I read a book without moving.

She put the meal on the table as it was for breakfast.

Breakfast had been left cold. The servant took it and quietly left the study.

The books Ray was reading were not books related to medicine.

He was looking through all the books related to the Holy Kingdom.

From books that record the history and climate of the country and the sources of income of various countries to how agriculture is currently being done.

It was literally reading anything.

He figured this would definitely help.

That’s because, among the books in the library here, not one was helpful.

Since it is a mansion where a saint lives, each book goes through censorship and only carefully selected books are placed in the library.

Now this place could be said to be the elite of such books.

His ridiculous memorization ability combined with this showed tremendous synergy.

Necessary things are taken out, and unnecessary things are combined with each other to make them useful.

As I read the book and thought about it, I came up with a pretty good composition to lead the kingdom.

Fortunately, Seongguk had a good climate for farming and living.

In addition, there are fruits that only grow in the Holy Land.

The name is Ploen fruit.

It was a fruit that I had seen in Aira’s library sometime ago.

It was a sour fruit that even oaks couldn’t eat, but it was quite helpful in recovering from wounds.

Of course, you might want to know how helpful it is in countless holy countries where there are priests who heal wounds instantly, but if it is exported to other countries, the story is different.

Seongguk considered this unnecessary and cut down trees that produce fruit, but if it is improved a little and used well, it may be possible to attract money.

Because there are many people who get hurt in this world.

Looking at the mercenaries, they had to endure it because they had to buy potions or hire priests to treat minor wounds.

If you are carrying a Ploen fruit, you do not need to hire potions and priests to heal with it.

In addition, this Ploen fruit can only be found in Holy Lands.

It seems that Seongguk is not yet active in Sanggye, but if he advances into commerce with this Ploen fruit as an opportunity, he will be able to claim an exclusive position in the fruit.

Ray’s thoughts did not end here.

Priest’s mercenary.

It’s a bit of a gamble, but well worth a try.

A healer with tremendous utility value on the battlefield.

Among such healers, the priests who boasted overwhelming efficiency were truly nobles.

They turn them into mercenaries and send them to the battlefield.

Still, I have no intention of sending it to a dangerous place. If we even set up a treatment center in the rear so that the injured can be treated there, the priest will be safe and money will be earned.

He could extort a certain amount of money as a life allowance, and he could put pressure on the mercenary priests.

Neighboring countries have to borrow priests who have been hired as mercenaries while paying attention to Seongguk, so at least Seongguk won’t have to complain.

With just these two things, the Seongguk would occupy a significant position.

Of course, in the case of mercenary priests, the Holy Kingdom had to follow them to some extent.

He looked at the cold food on the table. Seeing that, I’m hungry too.

He lifted a fork and disposed of the cooled food as if dismantling it in an instant.

Ray, who spent the whole day thinking about it, came out of the library after organizing the books he was reading.

Now that my thoughts were organized, it was time to put them into action.

* * *

The nobles gathered in a confused mood at the suddenly convened meeting.

It hadn’t been long since the ceremony had ended, so quite a number of nobles were present.

They swallowed their saliva at the divine power that leaked out little by little around Ray.

‘I mean, it’s such a divine power that you can’t even hide it all…

‘

Like that, Ray’s divine power was enormous.

Rey stood on the podium and began to speak as the eyes of the people around her focused on her.

“The reason I summoned you today is to tell you about my plan.”

A nobleman asked at his words.

“A plan…?”

I’m sure it’s not something like cutting out rotten flesh.

As the eyes of concern began to form one by one, Ray tapped the podium and focused his gaze again.

“It is a plan to further develop the Holy Kingdom. I would love to hear your thoughts on this.”

As I looked at the door while talking, several servants, including Eucliwood, appeared holding several sheets of paper.

After handing out the papers held by the servants to the nobles one by one, Ray’s explanation continued.

“Agricultural commercial trade, etc. As you can see, Seongguk is missing out on many advantages. If you can get something, you should definitely get it.”

The nobles became serious as they looked at the paper where everything was clearly arranged.

At first, I thought it was just a convening meeting of a saint who wanted to announce his water change or achievements.

However, the things written on the paper were by no means joking.

No, even if I looked at this seriously, I didn’t think I would be able to fully understand it.

One by one, the nobles started asking questions.

“The Holy Son’s agriculture is still pouring his strength. But how do you mean to triple the output?”

Ray answered the shaggy aristocrat’s question.

“We abandon conventional farming methods.”

“…yes?”

I know it’s disrespectful, but when he asked back, the other nobles also looked at Ray as if asking what he was talking about.

“Current agricultural practices are inefficient.”

While talking, I drew a picture by drawing lines on a blackboard.

“The way we have built agriculture so far is to grow crops one by one in each place.”

“…I see.”

When the noble who asked the question answered as a representative, Ray smiled at him.

“With the current method, we can’t grow the same plants on this surplus, can we?”

Without even time to answer, he continued.

“But if you grow the right crops, it will be different. For example…”

He started drawing again.

“If you grow something like corn this way, the plants around you will die because they don’t get sunlight. So, where corn grows, other crops cannot be planted.”

As I silently looked at the saint talking about what he knew, he started drawing a plant in the middle.

“However, if we plant vine beans that match corn here, the story will be different.”

The picture was of a vine stalk climbing up corn.

The quick-witted nobles clapped their hands.

“That way, we can both grow up in the sunlight!”

“her!”

It could not have been a truly brilliant idea.

Of course, this wasn’t how Ray came up with it himself.

‘The Milpa sola system.’

This system, one of the most advanced farming methods in the previous world, was able to make practical use of scrap space.

Moreover, if applied in a different world where the concept of manure does not exist, the yield would be well over three times the current production.

When they thought that the saint had come up with this great idea, fear arose at first glance.

‘As expected, he is a great mage of the 9th circle… What a devil-like brain…’ He

thought of the blasphemy of being like a devil to the saint, but he was not conscious of it.

That’s how it can’t come out of the current civilization.

I couldn’t figure out what kind of thoughts existed in the substitute saint’s head.

Veris’ father, Marquis Harold, looked at Ray and said.

“I am in favor. If there is something that can be obtained according to the words of the Holy Son, you should definitely obtain it.”

Led by him, other nobles nodded their heads.

“I agree too.”

“That’s a really good idea. That Gad was impressed.”

Grain’s father, Count Grain, clapped his hands and said.

Ray smiled in the midst of many people’s support.

But the problem lies later.

Marquis Harold said as if he was concerned.

“But, my saint… What is the point of turning a priest into a mercenary…”

Ray took a deep breath.

The thing to come has finally come. This was the biggest flower of this plan.

The key to raising the unofficial national power of the seongguk.

‘Now I have to speak well.’

He had to coax them out and turn the priests into mercenaries.

Ray looked at Marquis Harold and said.

“I mean literally.”

At his words, not only Marquis Harold but also other nobles were silent.

Obviously, the first farming methods and plans were excellent. However, isn’t this too harsh?

Count Grain opened his mouth with a serious expression.

“You mean… you’re sending priests to the battlefield?”

Ray nodded.

“That’s right.”

As if waiting for his answer, voices of concern poured out from here and there.

“If that happens, the death rate of the priests will rise and the national power of the Holy Nation will decline.”

“In addition, if the priests are mercenary, the number of those who aspire to become priests will decrease.”

At their words, Ray said firmly.

“Priests will be deployed at the rear of the battlefield. If we let the injured come to us under the name of a treatment center, the priests won’t get hurt very much.”

“Still, there are risks. If you get attacked from behind on the battlefield…”

Ray interrupted him.

“No one is safe on the battlefield. It’s just utopia that all priests don’t want to die.”