Chapter 100: 100. Rise! Rise! Rise!

"Poop? You mean shit?" 

Sylvester nodded. "Yes, your poop! Let me tell you. It's very magical." 

"My poop has magic?" A commoner suddenly exclaimed, angered. "Why don't I have magic then?" 

Felix facepalmed. "I'm sure Priest Sylvester was speaking metaphorically here… and why are you feeling jealous of your poop?" 

"Why are we talking about poop?" Another commoner inquired. 

It felt as if he was teaching integration to a bunch of apes.

Sylvester sighed tiredly, reminding himself that he was dealing with commoners. These people didn't have access to education, and even being able to read or write was a major thing among them. 'I must use the most basic term to teach them.'

"Do you know why and how trees grow in the wild? Why do they keep growing even after we keep chopping down the forests?"

There were question marks all over their faces. Of course, they knew trees grow from seeds, but who plants the new seeds?