quicksilver blood

Chapter 398 Teachings
A terrible collapse occurred in the city of Richero.

Confirmed deaths have so far topped the triple digits.Even for this populous port city, it is undoubtedly a catastrophe.

Whenever a disaster strikes, it is a period of great activity for the cultists.Especially for this city where no druids are stationed.

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 was in the crowd, with his arms open, shouting excitedly.

Frightened people, confused people, and painful people surrounded him in a dense crowd, completely surrounding him.

They looked over with expectant eyes, hatred eyes, and fanatic eyes. The crowd was dense but silent.

The man paused slightly, and 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 it is so," the man paused slightly at this point, looked up at their faces, Then he rebuked loudly, "I want to say, exactly! Exactly!"

"You should believe it! You should be in awe!"

"All your troubles are caused by unrighteousness. Such shall be the abode of the unjust, for they do not believe in God and are not accepted. The sinner shall be punished, and even if they are exalted by sinners, it will be but a moment. To be removed. This is called retribution."

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

"Don't people with holes in their clothes cover them with their hands?" The middle-aged man with a thick scarf asked back, "They also know how ugly they are, so they won't show injustice."

The middle-aged man could vaguely see silvery white flames burning in his eyes, and as he shouted again and again, like blowing wind into a stove, the silvery flames in his eyes danced more and more intensely.

"I will tell you the truth, if you do not respect and teach, if you are not accepted, woe to you too!"

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

Although his voice was high-pitched, the surroundings grew quieter.

It wasn't just people 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 secondary.As he activated the holy power, the silver-white holy fire ignited in his eyes, and invisible fluctuations slowly spread around him with his voice.

That is the peace at the end of all life.It is a peaceful emptiness that is enough for anyone to linger on, in which one can forget all troubles and sorrows, and that is a deeper pleasure than all desires based on the flesh.

The pleasure is similar to the relaxation of sleep, but also like strong tobacco.But this kind of peaceful pleasure not only does not hurt the body, but also feels refreshed when waking up, and the 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 joy when we first met.

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

The more dilapidated the world, the more disaster-filled the world, the more intoxicated is this eradicating long sleep of forgetting worries.And when people are intoxicated by it, their will is easily shaken by external forces—it may be the influence of the mentor, or it may be the teaching of the pastor.

Therefore, the middle-aged man gradually lowered his voice, and read out the teacher's teachings word by word to these 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 mighty power of the teacher! You should be Fear her law and do nothing wrong!"

"You must not steal, you must not deceive, and you must not lie to each other. You must not give false testimony in the name of your teacher, and you must not swear falsely in the name of your parents or relatives."

"You shall not oppress your neighbor, nor flatter him; you shall not plunder and usurp his property, and whatever is borrowed must be returned on the same day. When you hire laborers, their wages must not stay with you overnight, but must be settled on the same day. .”

"You must not curse the deaf, nor stumble the blind. You should love and respect them, as you love your relatives and friends, as you respect your teachers."

"If you have the opportunity to judge, you must not show favoritism to your relatives or friends, nor to the poor, or fear the powerful, but speak from your own hearts according to justice and justice."

"You must not gossip among the people, and you must not spread a word of unsubstantiated gossip, and you must not brag to children about things you do not understand. If you tell a lie, spit out a bad word, , you must slap your own face and apologize to the children."

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

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

"In the end, I want to tell you the truth, the mentor is the end, the end--"

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

In their eyes, they have completely lost the fierceness that is unique to people who have nothing, and the chaos and ferocity of beasts.A light of educated reason shone in their eyes.

"It's over, the teacher is over—"

They were completely convinced and praised in unison.

The middle-aged man nodded and nodded in satisfaction.He smiled innocently like a child, walked over and kissed everyone on the forehead, put his forehead on their right hands, 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 gentle voice came from the crowd.The inexplicable aura caused the people around to move out of the way spontaneously, and then they realized 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.There seemed to be an aura around him, and just looking at him 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, prostrated himself, and called out his name reverently with a trembling voice: "Your Majesty Roland...you are here."

"Here I am. Kakarit...you are my pride."

"His Majesty……"

"No need to say more."

Roland chuckled and interrupted Kakarit's words, walked over and knelt down on one knee, gently stroked Kakarit's cheek with both hands, felt the faint scar on his neck, stopped his fingers slightly, and then retracted his hands.

"I promised, Kakarit," Roland said softly, his face became serious, he stood up and stretched out 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 life."

After hearing Roland's words, Kakarit's pupils shrank slightly, and there was a faint light flickering in the corner of his eyes.

He held Roland's left hand, didn't speak, and kissed Roland's ring lightly while trembling.

At that moment, something burned deep in his soul, and the missing corner of his soul immediately became whole.

At the same time, such a message flashed across Roland's eyes in an instant——

(End of this chapter)