Working Prophet.

Chapter 343 The Will of the Goddess

"Pisia has heard your prayer and sent down an oracle." The little maid said in as serious a voice as possible.

She has been doing this kind of work for some time now, and she is now very familiar with it.

But Herodotus didn't buy it this time, and frowned when he heard the words, "Why is it a sign again? I could hear Pithia's voice even though I didn't exercise before, and now I've been doing what you said for so long , but still can only see these signs.”

Suspiciousness flashed across Herodotus' eyes, and his gaze at Clara also turned cold, "Are you lying to me?"

The little maid felt a chill in her heart, but she remained calm on the surface, "This is not a sign."

"what is that?"

"A type of writing."

"Word?"

"To be precise, this is a text belonging to the gods. You said that you hoped Picia could communicate with you, so now she is communicating with you in this way."

"Really, what is she talking about?" The suspicion in Herodotus' eyes did not disappear.

"I'm a believer on Saturday, and I can't understand Pixie's words, but you are different. You are the high priest of the Silver Moon Church, and you are in charge of all the books of the church. If there is one person in this world who can understand these divine words, Then that person must be you."

Clara uses the trick Ruby taught her.

——When a lie is about to fail, you can throw the question to the other person and ask him to help you.

The key to this move is that you must be confident enough, and you must not be weak in momentum. In addition, you can also properly flatter the opponent.

Sure enough, the suspicion on Herodotus' face dissipated a lot after hearing her words, and then he looked at the ink in the water and fell into deep thought.

It took a long time before he spoke again, "Well, the writing on the water is indeed somewhat similar to the "Book of Salvation"... It is the oldest existing book of the church, and it uses a very ancient writing. Only less than one-third of the content in that book has been read."

Clara breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the words. Herodotus was still on the road as always. He could see a flower in the messy ink stains in the water.

The little maid struck while the iron was hot, and added in a timely manner, "This is the test Picia gave you. If you understand the divine script on the water, you may be able to obtain divine power from your goddess, just like the Prophet Merlin."

Herodotus was noncommittal, but his eyes did warm up.

While the two were talking, there were more and more light spots in Kungfu City, from only one to seven or eight spots, all over the city.

Even though it was so far away, Clara could still see the dancing flames, and even the oncoming night wind carried a trace of hot air, and the crying and wailing in the wind became more and more intense. big.

The little maid finally couldn't bear it anymore, and reminded Herodotus, "It seems... something happened in the city."

"Really." Herodotus was absent-minded, and just continued to stare at the pool of ink in the water. He even took out a piece of parchment and copied the messy and weird patterns on the water.

"You... don't care about it?"

"That's not my business." Herodotus said lightly.

Clara was stunned. Although she had been staying in that courtyard before and never went out, Herodotus would come to her every now and then, asking her to help contact Picia.

So the little maid actually knows the general situation in Multiscale City today.

The number of new troops recruited by Herodotus is approaching 3.

Sir Ed, the original owner of the city, hid in his mansion last month and never showed his face again, so the words of Herodotus in the scaled city are indeed the most effective.

But Herodotus was really just like what he said, he was not interested in power and wealth at all, he found a few people at random, and gave them the errands of forming a new army and managing the city, and then he didn't even ask Do not ask.

He was really a random guy, as Clara could attest.

Because the little maid also witnessed and even participated in this process, the two deputy commanders of the new army and the current acting city lord were all directly selected from among the believers according to the so-called oracle.

Then Herodotus entrusted the high priest Kekuon to inform these lucky ones.

When they first received the news, many people didn't believe in such a good thing, and it took several days before they took office with suspicion.

And after learning that all this is true, the performance of those people is also different. Some people are dedicated to their duties and trying hard to adapt to their new roles.

There were also people who took the opportunity to make money wantonly. For example, a certain deputy commander simply went off on his own, leading people to loot four chambers of commerce in the city in a row, and moved the looted gold and silver to his residence one by one. Stop when you step down.

Because he did too much, he was sued to Herodotus the next day, but Herodotus' punishment was very light, and he only asked the deputy commander to compensate each of the four chambers of commerce with one gold coin.

Since then, the new army has become more and more arrogant.

Many of them thought they had seen the truth.

Herodotus relied on them to control Multiscale City, and he was bound to rely heavily on them, which is why Herodotus did not severely punish those generals who made mistakes.

The two sides are now grasshoppers on the same rope.

After copying the ink stains in the water, Herodotus carefully compared them several times, then put down the parchment in his hand, and looked up at the city down the hillside.

"Let's go, we should start too."

"Leaving? Back to my residence."

"No, it's time for us to leave. Martina's army will arrive at the multi-scaled city tomorrow morning."

"And you plan to leave tonight?" Clara was stunned again.

Although Herodotus had done a lot of crazy things during this time, none of them shocked her as much as what he said just now.

"Why don't you leave, stay here to be buried with those scum?" Herodotus carefully put away the parchment.

"But...but, aren't you the commander-in-chief of this army?"

"The commander-in-chief in name, and relying on these mobs, how could he defeat the armies of the major families in the western region."

"Then why did you call these people?" Clara became more and more puzzled.

"To lose to Martina."

Perhaps because there were no other outsiders here, Herodotus did not hide any more, and said sincerely, "I need to let something happen before I can truly control the Holy See and create an army that belongs to me, an army with faith."

After a pause, he added, "Besides, this is also the will of the goddess."

(End of this chapter)