I played the world alone

Chapter 416 What a stupid drama ([-] in [-])

"That can't be false!"

The person who spoke was so conclusive, and there were so many people who echoed it, that even though what he said was so unbelievable, it still made people half-believe it.

"But what does that mean? Why does it suddenly appear?"

"This must be a revelation from God to us!"

"Wait a minute, I'm obviously a loyal believer, why didn't I see it?" Someone raised an objection with some dissatisfaction.

"That must be because you don't have enough faith!" Those who had seen it immediately jumped out to accuse the other party, "Only believers like us can really see it!"

"That's right! Only those who see it with their own eyes are truly recognized believers!"

The speaker seemed to have found an excellent excuse and immediately gathered together in a frenzy.

As for those who had not seen it, they did not dare to say anything. Many people even lied and claimed that they had seen it in order to show their piety.

It's just that this incident only happened in a neighborhood where civilians lived, so it didn't attract the attention of the upper class.

Even if I heard it accidentally, at most I would just think it was a rumor spread by some people, and I wouldn't care at all.

After all, this kind of thing has happened before, and in the end it was basically proven to be a stupid scam.

"Those stupid civilians might not be so stupid if they knew a little bit of truth. We at the top will not believe such stupid rumors at all."

The Earl was sitting in the carriage, and sitting next to him was Mr. Clement, the exorcist.

The other party's face was bright red. It seemed that a night's rest had made him healthy and comfortable again due to the fatigue of the journey, and he was even better than before.

Although this is a small city, I have to say that some places are pretty good.

"You are right, Lord Earl." Clement looked around with an arrogant look, "How could the glory of the holy Lord fall so easily on these untouchables?"

"You know, even I have only had the opportunity to see it a few times."

"Oh?" The Earl became interested and looked at him with some envy, "What is the glory of the Lord that you have seen?"

"It was the image of a loving mother holding a child... there were many angels flying around him..." Clement tried hard to describe.

Although it still sounds very much like those common worshiped gods, it seems more sacred in his verbal description, which makes people wonder and yearn for it.

"Excellent, that's exactly what I expected..." The Earl complimented, and then asked in a low voice, "But these fools are making noise here, could it be the conspiracy of that damn witch?"

"Witches..." Clement glanced at him doubtfully, but continued to answer politely, "Of course, maybe, as you know, Lord Earl, those witches are like cunning foxes. As long as they can cause damage, then They can do anything."

"That's right." The Earl nodded and took the initiative to urge, "So we should solve these hidden dangers as soon as possible."

"Mr. Clement, I wonder if you have any good ideas?"

The exorcist understood what he meant and nodded immediately: "Of course, the most important thing is to execute all the witches that have been captured! Otherwise, they will use various methods to give the witch's ghost power to save themselves."

"You know, those damn witches know all kinds of weird magic and do whatever it takes to achieve their goals..."

"Only those in our church can handle this situation."

"Note that fire must be used to burn the witches to make all their filthy power disappear."

The Earl nodded seriously: "Don't worry, we have been abiding by this."

"We are here. Please come back first, Lord Earl. I will plan the next thing here with the priest."

In front of the church door, the carriage slowly stopped.

"Hope to hear good news, sir."

As the carriage walked away, Clement slowly faded the smile on his face.

"These stupid country people actually believe in the existence of witch ghosts?"

He thought he was just going to fool around with the scene and play around with the ceremony as before, but who knew that everyone here was very scared, as if they had really seen it with their own eyes.

"It's so stupid, so ridiculous." He shook his head.

Even the earl, who was supposed to have learned some knowledge and understood some of the inside stories of the upper class society, was always asking nervous questions, which made him a little annoyed.

It was as if the ghost of the witch really existed and would reappear at any time to seek revenge on those who killed her.

He looked cautious and even a little scared, like an animal that was always afraid of being preyed on by its natural enemies. It really made him laugh.

But he also knew that it would be rude if he really laughed, so he could only try to hold it back.

"Are these people putting on a silly drama?"

"Oh, maybe they feel that the ignorant people here are too stupid, and they need to use greater teachings to let them understand the greatness of the Lord?"

He thought about it carefully and felt that in this case, maybe he should really cooperate with them and put on a good play.

As the saying goes, those who see it have a share. After they get enough benefits, they should not lose their share.

"I hope they will be aware enough by then that my trip will not be in vain."

He straightened his clothes and walked slowly into the church.

At this time, there were several believers in the church listening to the old priest's reading and praying sincerely.

Clement waited for a while before ending. After sending the believers away, the old priest came forward to greet him respectfully. He waved his hand and asked with a little dissatisfaction: "Where is the assistant named Simons? Is it possible? Where did you go to play?"

I looked around just now, but the other party is not here. Logically speaking, the other party should be here to listen to the gospel and help explain the doctrine, so that the believers' faith can be purer.

"No, he went to the city to distribute food and preach doctrine to the poor poor people." Father Beaufort quickly explained.

I’m afraid that the other party will misunderstand.

"That's pretty much it." The exorcist's face softened a little, then he sat down and asked, "How did you do it about the witch ghost?"

"There are no outsiders here. I need to know a clearer inside story, otherwise I will be in trouble if my actions are different from your plan."

The old priest was stunned and didn't quite understand what he meant: "The ghost of the witch did say she would come back for revenge when she died..."

"Wait, there are no outsiders here. You should tell me the truth. What is the specific situation?" Clement was a little dissatisfied.

"Or do you think I'm just as easy to fool as those stupid guys out there?"

"No, you are looking down on me. This is what I do, and this simple little trick cannot be hidden from my eyes."

The old priest understood somewhat. The other party thought this was just a boring scam.

His expression became serious.

"That is very strange, Mr. Clement. I had no intention of deceiving you."

"This is really a crisis of witch revenge, a real witch!"

He emphasized the last few words, trying to make the other party believe his words. "You disappoint me so much, Father Beaufort. I thought we were on the same side."

But Clement frowned, shook his head and stood up.

"In this case, I can only deal with this matter in my own way. As for what the outcome will be, I can't control it."

He walked out angrily, shouting: "You will know how bad your stupid behavior will be. I have warned you!"

The old priest chased after him in a panic, still trying to dissuade him.

"Please believe us, this is not a scam for ordinary people, there are really ghosts of witches here..."

However, Clement, who had made up his mind to leave, didn't want to believe it at all. Instead, he felt that the other party was continuing to deceive him. He couldn't help but become angrier and walked faster.

……

On the other side, Simmons came to give food to the poor people as usual.

He sighed as he looked at the poor people rushing towards him seeking supplies.

He understood that there were many people here who had to beg here not because of simple laziness or greed, but because of religious or political reasons they lost the land they relied on and had to endure a life of hunger.

Some are like the Friar sisters before them.

And that's just one of so many people.

However, those nobles enjoyed the best life, enjoying feasts and extravagant dances every day.

When he thought that something more terrible was about to happen to this land, he couldn't help but feel heavy in his heart, and a strong sense of mission arose spontaneously.

Only you can save them!

"These poor lost lambs..."

The process of distributing food was very smooth, and it could even be said that it was sold out, and this was based on the premise that these people maintained their respect for him as a clergyman.

After distributing the food, he did not leave immediately. Instead, he took out the Bible and began to explain the doctrine to them, making them believe in the church more.

This is also a part that people at the scene like most.

After all, there is a lack of entertainment activities here, and the only interesting thing these people at the bottom of society can find is to sit in a circle like now, expecting each other to tell stories about the great Lord.

But after telling it for a while, an adult suddenly raised his hand in the crowd and asked a question.

"Dear Mr. Simmons, in fact, a miracle occurred in my home last night..."

"By the way, it also appeared in my house! It's incredible!"

After one person mentioned it, the others immediately followed, looking at him expectantly, trying to find an answer from him.

Deep down in their hearts, they very much hope that they are special and are lucky enough to be favored by the Lord. From now on, their lives will be improved and they will no longer have to endure this terrible life of poverty and pain.

"coming……"

Simmons was delighted.

This was of course the result of his hard work last night, which even caused him to be exhausted at one point, causing him to feel soreness and backache in the morning.

But the result obviously satisfied him.

However, he remained calm on the surface at this moment. After listening carefully to their words, he deliberately showed a surprised expression.

Then he deliberately pondered for a while and then said very seriously: "There is no doubt that this is the Lord's concern for you!"

"Oh! Thank you so much!"

"May the Lord bless us..."

Those who had been "favored" seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw, and their eyes filled with excitement, and some even knelt on the ground and kissed the ground enthusiastically to show their piety.

Others looked at them with envy.

Everyone hopes that they can become one of them.

"But the Lord will never send miracles for no reason. He must have some intention." Simmons suddenly changed the subject and said seriously, "Remember carefully, did anything special happen yesterday?"

"Something special?"

Several people recalled it carefully and remembered something.

"By the way, I seemed to have seen a strange red thing yesterday..."

"I saw it too. It was a big red bird with a strange cry and a loud warning. It looked very scary."

"No, what I saw was a red cat..."

"I also saw a red snake. I wanted to catch it but it ran away..."

Everyone talked about it one after another, only to realize that many people seemed to have discovered these strange things.

Simmons nodded solemnly.

"I see……"

"If my guess is correct, this may be an ominous omen, or some kind of disaster is about to happen!"

These words frightened everyone.

But Simmons didn’t say much, as if he was keeping it secret. He only said that it might be helpful for them to recite the Bible more and think about the holiness and mercy of the Lord...

After Simmons left, those who had seen the miracle were still a little uneasy. They were afraid that they would be implicated, so they hurried to inquire about the relevant news.

But most people actually don’t know about it at all, and even fewer understand its significance.

Until a piece of news suddenly began to spread out of nowhere.

"The devil is coming back to life!"

"Because the nobles tried to kill the witches and used their pain and torture to summon the witches..."

This rumor is so absurd that few people believe it.

Firstly, witches are inherently evil and hated by everyone, and secondly, the prestige of the nobles here is too strong, and almost no one has the courage to try to offend them.

But it is inevitable that some conspiracy theorists will have some doubts. After all, these timings happened too coincidental.

So they began to quietly find Simmons, who was still spreading teachings everywhere, and wanted to find out what he said.

Of course, Simmons directly said that he didn't know and told them to go back and not try to get involved in these things.

This kind of words only made some people's suspicions more deep-rooted, and because they had seen the atrocities committed by the nobles for a long time, they began to think about related conspiracies.

(End of this chapter)