In the grand hall of the church, Priest Ferry was looking down at a farmer who was kneeling at his feet. [< <
The farmer's originally tall and sturdy body was now bent into a ball, his hands were trembling slightly, and his skin was showing an abnormal bluish-purple color. In less than half a day, these patches of color would condense into black spots, and eventually spread to the whole body. Until today, he was infected, which was already considered strong enough.
"I know you, you live in the Eastern District, Rocky Mountain, and often bring some fresh wheat to the Church." The priest said.
"You … remember me! That's great, Sir Priest, "he repeatedly kowtowed," My whole family has been infected with the demonic disease, I, I need the Holy Elixir, I beg you. "
"But what did you bring to the Church this time? The Holy Elixir is not something that can be given at will, "Ferry said slowly," It requires you to exchange it with a devout heart. "
"I, in order to buy the elixir, my money was cheated by the rats," Rocky Mountain said in a trembling voice, "Please forgive me for not being sincere, I should not have sought shortcuts in the black market. Now, I only have one last egg left, please accept it. "He took out a round egg from his bosom and held it above his head with both hands.
"Pinning your hopes on the deceitful and unfair black market, you will naturally be punished, but God will always lend a helping hand to the lost sheep. Only those who are aware of their mistakes will be able to go further and further on the pilgrimage," Ferry took the egg and said with a smile, "Get up, God has forgiven you."
"Really, really?" Rocky Mountain couldn't believe it.
"The messengers of God never lie." Ferry waved his hand, and another believer immediately came forward with a box of elixirs. He picked out four bottles from the box and handed them over to the believer. "If I remember correctly, your family has a total of four people, right?"
"Yes! Sir, "he swallowed his saliva, held the Holy Elixir in his hands, and bent down to kiss the priest's shoes," Thank you, thank you! I will dedicate my whole life to the Church, to the true God! "
The surrounding believers were also moved by this scene and cheered, feeling happy for the addition of a new devout to the Church family.
When the cheers subsided, Ferry motioned for everyone to be quiet, and then said in a clear voice: "Next."
…
The ritual lasted until dusk.
Along with the sound of the bell in King's City, Priest Ferry announced the end of today's ceremony and that it would continue tomorrow morning. Then, he left the hall amidst the pleading and pleading of the crowd.
Although his body was a little tired, he was still full of energy. He stood in the main hall and listened to the pleas and prayers of the people. Seeing how they couldn't wait to please him, he couldn't help but feel like he was a god.
No, the Church itself is like a God, Ferry thought, after prescribing the demonic plague and the medicine, it can easily control the life and death of others, this kind of power is no different from that of a true God. He could not help but lament that the best choice he had made in his life was to give up the family business and devote himself to the church.
In the face of such power, no one could stop it. A wealthy businessman? A noble with high status and power? In the face of death, they were willing to give up everything in exchange for a chance to live.
When he returned to the resting area of the rear hall, a priest hurriedly came forward and whispered in his ear, "My Lord, a rat reported a situation."
"About what?"
"The refugees from the Eastern Region, he will only tell you the specific information after he sees you." The priest replied.
In accordance with the Church's previous instructions, Ferry should make full use of the demonic plague and the antidote to convert as many believers as possible for Hermes. Therefore, winning over the refugees was also a part of his plan, but compared to the people of King's City, their importance was not as high. He had planned to wait for two or three days until half of these homeless wanderers had died from the disease before leaving the city to treat them, while at the same time letting them fill the gap in King's City. In this way, in such a large King's City, 90% of the population would become believers of the Church. Such a merit, coupled with the previous order to fight for the throne, would probably be enough for him to go one step further and set foot on the position of Bishop.
At least in terms of rewards, the Church was very fair, never considering the bloodline or identity of the meritorious person, as long as they performed well, they would be promoted.
Is it possible that there is something wrong with the refugees?
He suppressed the doubts in his heart and said calmly, "You take him to the secret room, I will be there soon."
"Yes, my Lord."
Ferry took off his priest robe, took out a soft armor from the wardrobe and put it on, and then covered himself with a loose coat. After tidying himself up in front of the silver mirror, he walked towards the secret room.
Inside the small room in the basement, the priest saw the "informant" with messy hair, sallow complexion, and skinny arms where the shape of the bones could be seen at a glance. But strangely, he didn't see any symptoms of black spots on his body.
"My Lord, my name is Needle Eye," the other person immediately knelt down when he saw the priest, "I have important information to tell you."
"Speak."
"But …" He looked up and looked at the other two people in the secret room, wanting to say something but hesitating.
"It doesn't matter, this is Priest Shattrath, my right-hand man," Ferry said. "The other one is Granny Brown Teeth, she is responsible for taking care of this secret room and almost never leaves it."
"Then I will speak, but you have promised."
"Here is the potion," he impatiently took out the blue vial and shook it, "As long as your information is valuable, I will naturally cure you of the demonic plague."
"My Lord, I assure you that this information is absolutely amazing," Needle Eye raised his head and said, "There is a steady flow of refugees, the canal is full of empty boats, this is what I have seen with my own eyes. I am afraid that in a few days, they will be able to take away all the refugees. "
"Take away those patients with black spots?" Ferry frowned, "Are you sure?"
He had previously received news that there was a fleet of ships taking in refugees from the Eastern Region, but this was actually a normal situation. Nobles from all over the world liked to take advantage of natural disasters in other families' territories to plunder a batch of labor at a very low cost. Anyway, when the demonic plague came, those idiots would naturally be punished by God. But now … how could there be people who knew that the demonic plague was rampant, and still take in refugees?
"No, they have a way to cure the demonic plague! After the mercenaries gave the patients a strange bag of water to drink, the black spots quickly disappeared. Some people also claimed that they came from the Western Territory, and as long as the refugees follow the fleet, they will receive food, shelter, and remuneration. "Needle Eye paused," The most incredible thing is that there is a witch among this group of people! "
"What did you say?"
"It's absolutely true, my Lord!" He shouted, "I mixed in with the group of refugees and boarded the ship. At first I didn't notice it, but when someone jumped off the ship and fled, the mercenaries on the shore soon caught up with them. Only then did I notice that the shadow hovering in the sky was not a bird, but a flying witch. I was so scared that I didn't dare to move until the ship had sailed a few miles away, when I could no longer see any trace of the witch, I finally found an opportunity to jump into the water and escape. It took me almost a day to come back. "Needle Eye rubbed his hands," My Lord, do you think this information is worth exchanging for a bottle of Holy Elixir? "
"Wait, you said that they have a way to cure the demonic plague, and you also drank the potion, that is to say, you are currently not sick?" Ferry asked.
"Uh … that's right, but didn't you say that as long as I have some valuable information, I can get it," Needle Eye awkwardly grinned, revealing a mouthful of uneven yellow teeth.
So that's how it is, he wanted to take this bottle of Holy Elixir, which he could no longer use, and sell it on the black market. Ferry pondered for a moment, "How many people do they have? Are you sure they are mercenaries from the caravan? "
"Indeed, they don't have armor, they don't have horses, their weapons are wooden spears, the number of people …" Needle Eye scratched his head, "At most, there are no more than a hundred people!"
"What about the ship? Which family are they from? "
"This … I don't know, most of the ships don't have flags, even if they did, I wouldn't be able to recognize them. Anyway, the mercenary himself said that the fleet will sail to the Western Territory. Ah … yes, he also mentioned that this is the recruitment of the Lord of Border Town. " He racked his brain to recall, "It seems that in order to reclaim the land, the Lord needs to accommodate a lot of manpower. I can only remember this much. "
"Well, it is indeed a very important piece of information," after listening to Needle Eye, the priest took a deep breath, took out the bottle of blue potion from his bosom, and threw it towards Needle Eye, "Take it, it's yours."
"Thank, thank you, my Lord!" The latter scrambled to catch the bottle, but suddenly his whole body trembled, and his eyes widened. Only to see a slender dagger piercing through his neck, the tip of the dagger emitting a faint cold light, and standing behind him, was the aged manager of the chamber.
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