Chapter 227 The Whistleblower

In the magnificent church hall, Priest Fei Li was looking down at a farmer kneeling at his feet. [<<

The original burly figure of the other party is now bent into a ball, his hands are shaking slightly, and his skin has an abnormal purple color. After a long time, these color spots will condense into black spots, and eventually spread to the whole body. It was not until today that he was infected. It's strong enough.

"I know you. I live in Shishan, Dongcheng District. I often bring some fresh grains of wheat to the church," the priest said.

"You...remember me! That's great, my lord priest," he kowtowed repeatedly, "My family is infected with evil diseases. I, I need the holy spirit potion, please."

"But what have you brought to the church this time? The holy medicine is not something that can be given at will," Fei Li said unhurriedly, "It needs to be exchanged with your pious heart."

"I, my money was cheated by the rats to buy medicine," Shi Shan said tremblingly, "Please forgive my insincerity, I shouldn't seek shortcuts from the black market. Now I only have, the last egg left , please accept it." He took out a round egg from his arms and raised his hands above his head.

"If you pin your hopes on the black market full of fraud and injustice, you will naturally be punished, but the gods will always lend a helping hand to the lamb who has lost his way. Only those who realize their mistakes will go farther and farther on the road of pilgrimage ,” Fei Li took the egg and said with a smile, “Get up, God has forgiven you.”

"Really, really?" Shi Shan dared not believe it.

"God's messengers never lie." Fei Li beckoned, and another believer immediately stepped forward holding a box of medicine. He picked four bottles out of them and handed them over to the opponent. "If I remember correctly, there are four people in your family, right?"

"Yes! My lord," he swallowed, held the potion of the Holy Spirit in his hands, and bent down to kiss the priest's shoes, "Thank you, thank you! I will definitely dedicate my life to the church and to the true God in the future!"

The believers on the sidelines were also moved by this scene, and they all cheered, happy that a devout member had been added to the church family.

When the cheers subsided, Fei Li lowered his hands to signal for everyone to be quiet, and then said loudly, "Next."

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This ritual of medicine continued until dusk.

As the clock rang on the hour of the king's city, Priest Fei Li announced the end of today's ceremony and the continuation tomorrow morning, and left the hall amidst the crowd's persuasion and begging.

Although his body was a little tired, he was still full of energy. Standing in the hall, he listened to everyone's entreaties and prayers. Seeing how impatient they were to please him, he couldn't help feeling that he was a god.

No, it is the church itself that is like a god. Fei Li thought, after prescribing the plague and medicine, he can easily control the life and death of others. What is the difference between this kind of power and the true god. He couldn't help feeling that the most correct choice he made in his life was to give up inheriting the family business and devote himself to the church instead.

In the face of such power, no one can stop it. A wealthy businessman? High and powerful nobles? In the face of death, they would be willing to abandon everything in exchange for the chance to live.

Back in the rest area of ​​the back hall, a priest rushed forward and whispered in his ear: "My lord, a mouse has reported that something has happened."

"About what?"

"A fugitive from the east, he won't tell you the specific news until he sees you." The priest replied.

According to the church's previous instructions, Fei Li should make full use of the evil plague and antidote to convert as many believers as possible for Hermes. Therefore, attracting fugitives is also part of his plan, but compared to the citizens of the capital, it is more important. Sex is not that high. He originally planned to spend another two or three days until half of these homeless wanderers died of illness before going out of the city for treatment, and at the same time let them fill the vacancies in the capital. In this way, 90% of the population of such a huge royal city will become believers in the church. This kind of achievement, together with the previous order to fight for the king, is probably enough for him to go one step further and set foot on the position of bishop.

At least in terms of rewards for meritorious deeds, the church is very fair, never considering the bloodlines and identities of meritorious persons, as long as they perform well, they can be promoted.

Could it be that something went wrong among the fugitives?

He suppressed the doubts in his heart, and said calmly, "Take him to the secret meeting room, I'll be there later."

"Yes, my lord."

Fei Li took off the priest's robe, took out a soft armor from the closet and put it on, and then put on a loose coat. After tidying up in front of the silver mirror, he walked towards the secret meeting room.

In the small room in the basement, the priest saw that the "informer" had a disheveled head, a scorched face, and thin arms where the shape of bones could be seen at a glance. Strangely, however, no symptoms of dark spots were seen on him.

"My lord, my name is Needle Eye," the other party knelt down as soon as he saw the priest, "I have important information to tell you."

"Go ahead."

"But..." He raised his head, looked at the other two in the spy room, and hesitated to speak.

"It's okay, this is Priest Shattrath, my right-hand man," Fei Li said, "The other is Granny Brown Tooth, who is in charge of taking care of this secret room, and almost never leaves here."

"Then I'll say it, but you promised"

"The potion is here." He impatiently took out the blue vial and shook it. "As long as your information is valuable, I will naturally cure your evil plague."

"My lord, I assure you that this information is absolutely astonishing," Eye of the Needle raised his head and said, "Someone is continuously transporting fugitives, and there are empty boats everywhere on the canal. All the fugitives can be taken away."

"Take away those patients with black spots?" Fei Li frowned, "Did you read that right?"

He had also received news of a fleet receiving refugees from the Eastern Territory before, but this was a normal situation. Nobles from all over the world like to take advantage of natural disasters or riots in other territories to search for a batch of labor at a very low price. Anyway, when the plague strikes, those idiots will naturally be punished by the gods. But now...how could someone take in refugees knowing that the plague was rampant?

"No, they have a cure for the evil disease! After those mercenaries gave the patient a bag of strange water, the black spots disappeared quickly. Some people also claimed that they came from the western region, as long as the fugitives followed the fleet , will receive food, shelter, and rewards." Needle Eye paused, "The most incredible thing is that there are witches among this group of people!"

"What did you say?"

"It's true, my lord!" he yelled, "I got on the boat among the fugitives, and I didn't notice it at first. I didn't notice it until someone jumped out of the boat and the mercenaries on the shore chased after me. The black figure hovering in the sky was not a bird, but a flying witch. I was too scared to move until the sailboat sailed for miles and the witch was no longer in sight. I found a chance to escape by jumping into the water and returning It took almost a day." Needle Eye rubbed his hands, "My lord, do you think this information is worth exchanging for a bottle of holy medicine?"

"Wait, you said they have a way to cure evil diseases, and you drank the potion, which means you are not sick now?" Fei Li asked.

"Uh... That's true, but you said that, as long as you get valuable information, you can." Needle Eye grinned awkwardly, showing his jagged yellow teeth.

So that was the case. He wanted to take this bottle of unused Holy Spirit potion and sell it on the black market. Fei Li pondered for a moment, "How many people are there? Are you sure they are all mercenaries from the caravan?"

"That's true. They don't have armor or horses. Their weapons are wooden spears. Their numbers..." Needle Eye scratched his head, "No more than a hundred people at most!"

"Where are the boats? Which one do they belong to?"

"This... I don't know. Most of the ships don't have flags on them. Even if they did, I wouldn't be able to recognize them. Anyway, the mercenary said that the fleet will sail to the west. Ah... By the way, he also mentioned This is the recruitment of the lord of Border Town." He racked his brains to recall, "It seems that in order to reclaim the land, the lord needs to accommodate a lot of manpower. That's all I can remember."

"Well, it is indeed a very important information offering," the priest took a deep breath after hearing this, took out the bottle of blue potion from his pocket, and threw it towards the eye of the needle, "Take it, it is yours now. "

"Thank you, sir!" The latter caught the bottle in a hurry, suddenly trembled all over, and his eyes widened. I saw a slender dagger protruding from his neck, the tip of the sword gave off a faint cold light, and standing behind him was the old and aging manager of the secret room.

(To be continued.) 8