Blood of Mercury

A terrible collapse occurred in the city of Richero.

So far, the number of confirmed dead has exceeded triple digits. Even for this populous port city, it is an unquestionable catastrophe.

Whenever disaster strikes, it is a period of great activity for cultists. Especially for this city without a druid stationed there.

But today seems to be a little different-

"This is a sinful city!"

"Woe to you! Woe to the city and you!"

Outside the city, a man in a gray robe with a thick scarf wrapped around his neck stood in the crowd, opened his arms, and shouted excitedly.

Frightened people, confused people, and distressed people surrounded him, forming a dense group, completely surrounding him.

They looked over with expectant eyes, hated eyes, and fanatic eyes, and the crowd was dense but silent.

The man paused slightly, then shouted loudly, "Look at that city!"

"I heard that the accident was caused by demons; I also heard that it was God's punishment for unbelievers - you ask me if that is the case," the man paused slightly, looking up at their faces, He shouted loudly, "I will say, it is! It is!"

"Believe so! Be in awe!"

"All your calamities are caused by unrighteousness. The dwellings of the unrighteous shall be like this, because they do not believe in God and are not accepted. The sinners will be punished, and even if they are exalted by the sinners, they will be destroyed in a short time. To be removed. This is retribution."

At this moment, an old man asked tremblingly: "But they are not unjust... They are just indifferent to us. The relationship between the neighbors is still good..."

"Don't people with holes in their clothes cover up with their hands?" the middle-aged man with a thick scarf asked rhetorically, "They know ugliness, and they will not expose injustice."

In this middle-aged man's eyes, he could vaguely see a silver-white flame burning, and as he shouted again and again, it was like blowing wind into a stove, and the silver flame in his eyes beat more and more intensely.

"I tell you the truth, if you are not revered and mentored, if you are not accepted. Woe to you too!"

"Woe! Woe! Woe to this mountain and sea and this generation!"

Although his voice was high-pitched, the surroundings became more and more quiet.

It wasn't just people who were listening intently to his speech. An extreme tranquility swept through the restless crowd like a plague, and the wrinkles on people's faces gradually flattened, showing an extreme tranquility.

The content of his speech was second to none. As he mobilized the holy power. The silver-white holy fire ignited in his eyes, and the invisible fluctuations slowly swayed around him with his voice.

It was the peace at the end of all life. It is a peaceful nothingness enough to make anyone linger, in which all troubles and sorrows can be forgotten, and it is a deeper pleasure than all desires based on the flesh.

That pleasure is like the relaxation of sleep, and like potent tobacco. But this peaceful pleasure is not only harmless. When you wake up, you will feel refreshed, and your whole person is full of motivation and vitality. The previous boredom, boredom and sorrow will be completely forgotten, and everything will return to the excitement and excitement of the first meeting.

This is the baptism of the long-sleeping teacher. Even if you don't use baptism chant, Kakarite's soul strength is enough to resonate with those around you.

The more devastated the world, the more calamity-filled world, the more intoxicating this long sleep of eradication is. When people indulge in it, their will is easily shaken by external forces - it may be the influence of the teacher, or the teaching of the priest.

As a result, the middle-aged man gradually lowered his voice, and read out the teacher's teaching word by word to the people who had witnessed the disaster and fled the city in fear: "You should be in awe of others! You should be in awe of the great power of the teacher! You should be Revere her law. Do not do iniquity!"

"You shall not steal, you shall not deceive, and you shall not lie to one another. You shall not testify falsely in the name of your teacher, and you shall not swear falsely in the name of your parents or relatives."

"You shall not oppress your neighbor, neither shall you flatter him; you shall not rob him of his possessions, and whatever is borrowed must be returned on the same day. When workers are hired, their wages must not stay with you overnight, but must be paid on the same day. ."

"You shall not curse the deaf, nor stumble the blind. Love and honor them as you love your relatives and friends. As you honor your teachers."

"If you have an opportunity to judge, you must not be partial to your relatives or friends, nor to the poor, or to fear the powerful. Only speak in justice and righteousness, and speak from your own heart."

"You must not gossip among the people. You must not spread rumors without evidence, and you must not brag about things you don't understand to children. If you tell a lie, spit a dirty word, or do an unrighteous thing in front of a child , you must hold your own face and apologize to the children."

to the end. The man's voice has become extremely gentle and low, like singing a lullaby to a child.

He lowered his eyes, the holy fire in his eyes gradually extinguished.

"In the end, I want to tell you the truth, the teacher is here, it's here—"

As his voice stopped, the people around woke up one by one.

In their eyes, they have completely lost the ruthlessness that is characteristic of people who have nothing, and the chaos and ferocity of beasts. A ray of educated reason lit up in their eyes.

"It's here, the teacher is here-"

They were convincing and praised in unison.

The middle-aged man nodded with satisfaction. He showed an innocent smile like a child, walked over and kissed everyone's forehead, put his forehead on their right hand, and sincerely blessed them.

Then he opened his mouth and said to these people, "Brothers in my Lord, I have not introduced my name to you..."

"Kakarit. The priest's name is Kakarit."

A warm voice came from the crowd. The inexplicable momentum made the people around them spontaneously make way, and only then did they realize what they had done.

A handsome boy with silver hair and blue eyes in a black robe walked out of the crowd with a gentle smile. He seemed to be surrounded by aura, and just by seeing him, he seemed to be able to see something greater standing behind him.

Kakarit's eyes lit up immediately after seeing him.

He immediately knelt on the ground, prostrate, and called his name reverently in a trembling voice: "Your Majesty Roland...you are here."

"I'm here~www.wuxiaspot.com~Kakarit...you are my pride."

"His Majesty……"

"No need to say more."

Roland interrupted Kakarit's words with a chuckle, came over and knelt down on one knee, and gently stroked Kakarit's cheeks with both hands, feeling the faint scars on his neck, his fingers paused slightly, and then withdrew his hands.

"I promised, Kakarit," Roland whispered, his face turning serious, standing up and extending his left hand to him, "I will give you the right to kiss my ring. I will defend your faith to the death. and the right to live."

After hearing Roland's words, Kakarit's pupils shrank slightly, and a faint light flickered in the corners of his eyes.

Did he hold Roland's left hand, didn't say a word, and gently kissed Roland's ring while shaking.

At that moment, something was branded in the depths of his soul, and his soul that was missing a corner immediately became whole.

At the same time, such a message flashed across Roland's eyes in an instant—(To be continued.)