Some of the villagers followed suit, stomping and roaring.
With the first person leading the way, the others who followed had no psychological burden.
Who would turn down copper coins?
But not everyone who came along participated.
Some self-proclaimed respectable individuals remained still, watching with cold eyes; some skeptics still stared at Roman, wanting to see what tricks he could pull; some devout believers saw this as blasphemy and did not participate... Kane also did not move, he noticed Roman's tightly clenched fists.
As his sword instructor, Kane understood at a glance that the boy was nervous.
He wasn't even sure if he would succeed.
Kane's brow furrowed, he never trusted gamblers.
Roman stared intently at the territory upgrade system panel, even though he had asked Rose to prepare several buckets of hot water as a backup plan.
If this method didn't work, he would find an excuse to use sacred hot water to purify the filth.
But completing the entire performance in one go would clearly be more effective, yet could mere stomping and roaring penetrate the soil, could it make these damned Field Mice leave, even if only for a short time?
The answer was yes.
Roman adjusted the crowd's rhythm while watching the panel; the relatively synchronized stomping of over a hundred people was enough to slightly shake the ground, and under continuous disturbance, timid creatures like Field Mice would temporarily leave this noisy place.
Although they would likely return later, this period of empty time was already enough for Roman to use.
【Upgrade Condition: Expel Field Mice (Achieved)】
“Gods, what is that!”
Someone suddenly cried out, and others looking in the direction he pointed also began to shout.
Now, everyone, whether they were stomping or not, shifted their attention.
“It’s the Mouse King! It’s the filth!”
Kane's eyes widened; at several nearby breaches, besides the scurrying Field Mice, a small clump of monsters appeared!
Their tails were intertwined, and the squealing, tangled mass seemed to have many heads!
This bizarre appearance actually matched the filth Roman had described.
Some frightened villagers immediately retreated a few steps, while those with knowledge covered their mouths and noses with their sleeves.
Legends say the appearance of a Mouse King often symbolizes a large-scale plague, and seeing this situation, many people's faces had already turned pale.
Plague, that was a word everyone avoided.
Before stepping into the extraordinary, even a minor illness could be fatal.
Roman acted decisively, stepping forward quickly to scoop up this small clump of Field Mice with the prepared net, but unfortunately, the other Field Mice scurried away too fast to be caught.
I don't care if you're the Mouse King or not, go tell it to my beast pen and the Crimson Bristle Pigs inside!
At the same time, he shouted loudly.
“Quick! Don’t let the other filth escape!”
People hesitated, but a few still symbolically caught a few scurrying Field Mice and threw them into Roman's net.
The peasant who had rushed out earlier was the most diligent in catching them, but he was dizzy and only managed to catch one straggler.
While the Mouse King was indeed bizarre, these little creatures that only scurried and squeaked truly had little to do with filth; who hasn't encountered a few when farming?
“No way, Lord, you’re not saying the filth you mentioned is just these few little mice with intertwined tails, are you?”
The buck-toothed man sneered maliciously; he had no turning back, and after this performance, he felt he had seen through Roman's bluff.
This guy was just posturing!
No matter what Roman said or showed next, he would question it relentlessly.
“Could it be that you want to sell this for money? Oh, it seems it could indeed fetch a few copper coins…”
Mouse-eyes joined in the jeering, nudging the people who hadn't acted earlier, trying to draw others to his side to bolster their numbers, but some people's gazes towards them had already turned a bit strange.
Roman calmly put away the net and spoke solemnly.
“The filth is removed, the miracle shall be revealed!”
With that, he pulled two sunlight magic crystals from his pocket, holding one in each hand, raising his arms high as if embracing the sun.
Under the sunlight, the two magic crystals shimmered with brilliant light, drawing attention just like the gold coins earlier.
“What is that?”
Before the crowd's questions could be answered, under everyone's watchful eyes, the two shimmering magic crystals quietly transformed into light and vanished.
Kane's eyes widened; he was close, and he was certain he had not detected any traces of magic or battle aura just now!
Either it was an extremely clever illusion, or battle aura and magic far beyond his own level had just appeared!
He was certain Roman had never known such a technique before, making the latter guess even more terrifying, and it also corresponded perfectly with Roman's own words.
“A miracle!”
“It’s simply a miracle!”
The villagers murmured in disbelief, and Kane, whose thoughts had been interrupted, couldn't help but feel a little strange.
“What, you can feel it too…”
As he looked forward, following the gazes of those around him… In the golden wheat field, countless wheat stalks were growing wildly, the nodes popping with crisp crackling sounds, the tips of the ears swelling like pebbles, and waves of heat under the sunlight licked over them, causing the dusty husks to begin to peel away, the discarded chaff scattering.
Each grain of wheat was revealing an amber texture under the sun, and Kane could no longer manage his expression; he stared intently at the halo seeping from the tips of the wheat awns, not daring to blink.
Yes, he was only a Knight's Squire now, but he had fallen from being a Formal Knight; although his strength and battle aura had been diminished, his eyesight and perception were definitely not poor.
Yet Kane discovered with horror that he couldn't discern it.
That’s right, he couldn’t discern it.
He rigorously examined this land with the perception and insight of a Formal Knight, not missing a single detail, and found no evidence of any battle aura, magic, or illusion.
This meant that, for ordinary people, and even for extraordinary individuals like him, it was a complete and utter miracle.
And under the gaze of everyone in the territory, the wheat ears began to chime, tens of thousands of grains wrapped in a light film vibrated, receiving the sunlight, making soft sounds in the wind, and the golden wheat waves surged, washing away the doubts in the villagers' hearts.
After the last ear of wheat had transformed, the entire wheat field suddenly lost all its radiance, the plump ears quietly bowed their heads, but each grain of wheat still had a faint glow of sunlight condensed on its surface.
The self-proclaimed respectable individuals no longer cared about respectability; they scrambled to get close to Roman, the doubt in the skeptics' eyes quietly faded, replaced by uncontrollable astonishment, and the devout believers remained devout, even more so than before, though their fervent faith had now shifted to Roman.
All the villagers who had followed from Lieshi Territory had just witnessed an undeniable miracle.
This scene would forever be etched in their hearts, and the name and image of Roman Lierles would forever be imprinted within it, along with this scene.
The buck-toothed man and Mouse-eyes looked at each other, finally forcing out an ugly, trembling smile.
“Lord… Lord, no… Esteemed Divine Favored One, Sir Roman.”
The buck-toothed man fiercely slapped his own cheeks.
“My lowly and impolite words accidentally disturbed the holy… holy hearing, please allow me to offer you my most devout apologies and supreme loyalty, I beg you to forgive this unintentional offense from a lost lamb…”
The buck-toothed man recited platitudes he had learned from who-knows-where, while Mouse-eyes knelt without hesitation, meticulously kissing Roman's toes, kowtowing with thuds, expressing his regret with practical actions.
Both of them were filled with intense regret; if they had known this would happen today, they should have kicked out that fat pig who offered them money; what about ensuring their safety, what about Roman being doomed? Now look, who knows when a divine holy flame might descend, leaving not even their ashes!
Soon, the surging crowd trampled Mouse-eyes underfoot, pushing the bowing buck-toothed man aside.
“Saint Roman, the blacksmith Ragnar is willing to do anything for you, please forgive my sins…”
“Lord Roman, old Wood too!”
The chaotic crowd pressed around Roman, the kneeling Mouse-eyes was trampled back and forth, his tattered clothes covered in muddy footprints, he constantly wailed, but no one paid attention.
The Divine Favored One, the Saint, the Executor of Divine Will, Roman, Lord of Lieshi Territory, descended upon his loyal Lieshi Territory today.
Rose's small face was flushed with excitement and exhilaration, waving her small fists from the side; she knew Young Master Roman would definitely find a way!