A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

"What a terrible poison! Even large livestock such as cows and horses can't escape..."

Looking at the people and animals lying scattered in the castle, the wild elf couldn't help but tremble.

Despite being a druid, she is a pretty good poison user in her own right.

But it was simply unheard of for a toxin to take effect so slowly but attack so violently.

Because the more powerful the toxin is, the faster it will take effect. This is the most basic common sense.

Neurotoxins, in particular, often cause irreversible effects on the body once they enter the bloodstream.

But the bottle of poison made by Zuo Si broke "common sense".

A total of two hours have passed since the poisoning.

However, it only took fifteen minutes from the time the first person was poisoned to when they all fell to the ground and fell into a coma.

That is to say, the incubation time of the toxin is as long as one and a half hours.

The wild elf druid simply couldn't imagine how these poisons worked in the body.

It was precisely because of the sudden collective poisoning in a short period of time that the entire castle, from the owner to the servants and guards, did not even have time to react.

Moreover, Fashington Ronoll's physical fitness deteriorated so much due to his years of pampering that he fell asleep early and fell unconscious.

His butler was loyal and wanted to get the antidote and feed it to him.

But he collapsed halfway through the run.

As for the others, they had no idea where the antidote and other magic potions were stored, so they could only stand helpless.

Another guy tried to ride a horse to ask for help from other nearby manors, but when he reached the animal companion summoned by the wild elf, a three-meter-tall brown bear was killed directly in the woods outside the castle.

In order to take revenge and to rescue the tribe's companions, the wild elf druid made very full preparations.

She even planned to launch a direct attack if someone drank the antidote and remained conscious.

But unfortunately, these preparations were of no use, and all the enemies were eliminated with just a bottle of poison.

However, the wild elf druid did not rush to the second floor of the castle to find his enemy, Fashington Ronoll. Instead, he first found the dungeon key from a guard, and then quickly got into the dark underground level.

With the faint light of torches on the wall, she quickly saw her companions who were imprisoned in the cells and looked hungry, weak, and a little dirty.

"Filosil?! You...why are you here! No, no, how did you get in?"

An older-looking man suddenly stood up from the ground, with an expression of disbelief on his face.

Because in his opinion, this "little guy" who had just become a druid could not possibly have enough power to fight against Amn nobles like Fassington Ronoll who had colluded with government bureaucrats.

What's more, after he was taken away last time, he thought the other party was sold to a slave merchant.

"I'm here to save you guys! Look! I got the key!"

The wild elf druid known as Ferosil quickly raised the cell key in his hand, his whole body filled with excitement and joy.

Because she discovered that none of her clan members were missing. They were all locked up in cells and had not been broken up or sold like other human slaves.

"What? Damn it! Then what are you waiting for! Open the door quickly!"

The older male elf was overjoyed and immediately grabbed the iron fence and urged loudly.

Not only him, but all the captives and prisoners in the entire cell began to shout like crazy and stretched their arms out from inside, trying to seize the iron key that looked immortal and inconspicuous.

But unfortunately, their arms are too short and it is impossible to reach each other.

Moreover, the roar of the huge brown bear also made the group of prisoners and captives calm down a lot.

Without saying a word, Philosil walked directly to the door and opened the door lock with slightly trembling hands.

When the iron fence was pushed open, all the wild elves in the cell immediately surrounded her and gave her a grateful hug.

After about a few seconds, when everyone's excitement finally calmed down, the older man asked: "How did you get in? Where are the guards in the castle? Didn't they notice you?"

"I brought them all down by poisoning them." Filoxil quickly told the truth.

"all?!"

The older male opened his mouth in disbelief.

After all, poisoning a castle that is heavily protected from heatstroke is not an easy task.

As long as some people are accidentally miscalculated and some people are poisoned, while others are not poisoned, the entire plan will fail.

Philosil nodded slightly: "Yes! I got a very powerful poison from a mage. Not only does it have a long incubation time, but it is also extremely fast when the poison is released, and the other party has no time to react at all. .”

"Wait! What's going on with this mage? What happened after you were taken away by Fashington Ronoll last time?" Another female elf also asked.

Seeing that the tribesmen were so curious, the wild elf druid had no choice but to tell the truth about his previous encounters.

Even the agreement reached with Zuo Si was no exception.

After listening, the man who should be the leader of the tribe took a deep breath and said: "So, you were freed with the help of that mage, and then made a deal with him, and finally came to rescue you with poison. us?"

"Well! Don't worry, elder. Soss doesn't seem like a bad person. His job is just to teach a group of children infected with lycanthropy to learn the ways of nature. And... he even treated me to a hero's banquet."

When she recalled the table full of delicious food and drinks that she had never seen before, let alone tasted, Filoxil couldn't help but start drooling.

no way.

Who makes wild elves the barbarians among elves?

It would be good if they could fill their stomachs after living in the open all day long.

As for the taste... let’s not mention it.

After all, you can't expect a primitive tribe that even has difficulty obtaining salt to make any delicious dishes.

Most of the time, it's just a pot of stew, or simply grilling on the fire.

Seeing the girl's heartless look, completely bribed by food, the male elf called the elder couldn't help but smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Forget it. It's useless to tell you this. I'd better go there myself after I escape. Talk to that mage."

"By the way, elder. What should we do with the other people in the cell? Let them go?" Filoxil asked in an uncertain tone.

"Let all the people in the cells on the right go. Just like us, they are all innocent people who were caught by that bastard Farsington Ronoll and planned to be sold as slaves. But none of these on the left will count. They are criminals, murderers and hooligans. Let them die of hunger and thirst here."

The elders were forthright in making arrangements.

Since he had been imprisoned here for a long time, he knew who was innocent and who deserved the crime.

After the cells were opened, dozens of innocent people thanked the wild elves and quickly fled the dark dungeon. They simply ignored the sleeping guards lying on the ground and rushed out of the castle and disappeared at the end of the road.

These people were obviously extremely frightened, fearing that they would be captured again if they stayed for a while.

As for those criminals who had not been released, they without exception began to curse and use various insulting words to greet the eight generations of the elves' ancestors and the women in the family.

The purpose of this is very simple, that is to provoke the elf to open the cage and teach himself a lesson.

In this way, they have a chance to use their numerical advantage to fight their way out and escape.

It's a pity that although the wild elves are barbarians among elves, they are not idiots. They didn't take these insignificant insults seriously and walked away directly in front of the former.

When they returned to the ground, the elves who had regained their freedom immediately looted a lot of weapons from the guards who fell on the ground, and they all began to complain and take revenge.

Any guy who had abused himself during his captivity or violated a female member of the group would have been slaughtered mercilessly without exception.

More than two-thirds of the guards were either stabbed through the heart with a sword or had their heads cut off alive within the next few minutes.

As a family secretly engaged in capturing and selling slaves, smuggling contraband and addictive drugs, Ronoll basically has nothing good from top to bottom.

Just because the remaining one-third were not killed does not mean they are clean.

It was just that he was not seen by the wild elves when he was doing evil, so he was lucky enough to escape for the time being.

Just like this, they cleared room after room along the passage of the castle. The wild elves soon found their enemy on the second floor - Farsington Ronoll, and the liar who had fooled them by pretending to be injured.

"Elder! How should we deal with these two culprits?" A young man asked, clutching a weapon stained with brains and blood.

It was easy to see from those hateful eyes that he wished he could just tear these two bastards into pieces right now.

"Filosil, can you wake them up?" The elder turned and asked the wild elf druid.

The latter shook his head slightly: "I'm sorry, I didn't remember the magic that can detoxify today. But you can look for it in the nearby rooms. There may be magic potions such as antidote."

"You, and you, go find them right away. I will never allow these two enemies to remain unclear and die without even tasting the pain." The elder roared through gritted teeth.

Under the control of strong anger, the wild elves quickly dispersed and rummaged through boxes and cabinets on the second floor of the castle, regardless of their physical hunger, weakness and fatigue.

About a few minutes later, a child who looked only about eleven or twelve years old rummaged through a cabinet and found a dozen colorful bottles exuding a magical halo.

After a simple identification by the druid, he quickly selected two bottles of antidote and drank them to Farthington Ronoll and another liar.

The results are immediate!

Since they had just fallen into coma for a short time, their brains were not seriously damaged.

After a while, he slowly opened his eyes and woke up.

When they saw the wild elves holding bloody weapons surrounding them, they were instantly frightened out of their wits.

In particular, Fashington Ronoll actually let out a piercing scream like a woman, and tried to shout to the guards at the top of his lungs.

But unfortunately, no matter how he shouted, there was no movement outside.

The entire castle was as quiet as a cemetery.

"Stop shouting! You scum! Today is the day you die! No one can save you!"

The elder grabbed Farsington Ronoll by his hair and lifted him up from the ground.

Although he was imprisoned for such a long time and was often beaten and starved, as a powerful barbarian warrior, he could still easily crush the pampered Farthington Ronoll.

After the latter realized that all the guards and servants in his family's castle had probably been wiped out, he immediately put on a pitiful look and begged: "Don't... don't kill me! I was deceived too!" It was him! He was the one who tricked me into doing this."

Fashington Ronoll decisively used the blame-shifting method, passing all responsibility to the subordinates on the side.

At the same time, he winked desperately, saying that as long as the other party was willing to take the blame, he would definitely give monetary compensation to his family.

But unfortunately, all those who are capable of catching slaves are, without exception, selfish people.

How could you be willing to be someone else's scapegoat?

So the liar immediately retorted angrily: "You fart! Didn't I do that under your instructions? Over the years, how many wild elf tribes have you hunted and how many elf slaves have you sold? Don't you have any idea in your mind? You still want to Put all the blame on me? Dream on!"

"Asshole! How dare you talk to me like that?"

Farsington Ronoll was shocked and angry.

He didn't expect that this guy who usually obeyed orders would bite him back at such a critical moment.

"Why don't you dare? Who do you think you are? You're just a third-rate traditional aristocrat. If I hadn't been desperate, I wouldn't have taken refuge in a despicable, stingy bastard like you. Bah!"

The liar spat hard in Farthington Ronoll's face.

I have to say that this dog-eating-dog scene was an eye-opener for the wild elves.

The elder even sneered and said sarcastically: "Would you like me to give each of you a weapon, and you can settle your personal grudges here first?"

"I think this is a good idea." The eyes of the elf young man next to him shone slightly.

Nothing can make you feel more physically and mentally happy than watching two enemies fighting each other up close.

As for things like law, morality, kindness, etc., get as far away as you can at this time.

After all, revenge is simply about venting emotions, and of course it can be done as happily as you want.

As for those guys who always tell others to "keep calm and restrained", "hatred is not everything in life", "after revenge is over, there is only emptiness" and other nonsense, wait until they have personally experienced being humiliated, beaten and imprisoned like animals. , after the sale, his attitude is guaranteed to be more extreme than anyone else's, and his revenge methods are more cruel than anyone else's.

As the saying goes, "Don't persuade others to do good unless they have suffered."

Many things can only be understood by experiencing them personally.

Soon, with the encouragement of the wild elves, the elder finally agreed to the duel suggestion and threw two dining knives at the feet of the two of them.

Strictly speaking, this kind of tableware, which is only one or two fingers long, cannot be regarded as a real weapon.

But it's obviously enough for killing people.

After all, neither Farthington Ronoll nor the Trickster were wearing any protection or armor.

The former originally wore several magic items on his fingers and neck, but they had been stripped naked before he woke up.

No hesitation!

Don’t dare to have any hesitation!

The two of them bent down and picked up the table knife almost immediately.

After all, they had fallen out before, and they didn't have any trust in each other at all, and they both regarded each other as enemies.

So even if it's for self-defense, you have to get the weapon first.

But the overly nervous Fassington Ronoll and the liar obviously ignored one thing, that is, after picking up the table knife, their threat level in the eyes of the other party instantly increased a lot.

Especially the latter, the physical condition is much better than the former.

So the string of sanity on which Farthington Ronoll was stretched suddenly snapped.

He didn't know what he was thinking, so he suddenly stabbed him with a knife.

The liar was unable to dodge, and his arm was instantly cut open with a deep gash. Blood spurted out instantly, dyeing his sleeves and clothes red.

Judging from the amount of bleeding, 80% of the time he cut an artery.

"You...you really want to kill me?!"

The Liar's eyes widened and he roared with rage.

"No! No! Listen to my explanation!"

Realizing that his hand had not struck, Fashington Ronno suddenly panicked, and hurriedly retreated subconsciously.

As a result, he didn't notice that there was a servant lying at his feet, and he tripped and fell to the ground.

"go to hell!"

The liar seized this opportunity and pounced on the victim, wielding a table knife and stabbing the victim in the throat and eyes.

Because he has been trained as a professional warrior, he knows that a short weapon like this will only cause fatal injuries when it stabs the eyes, throat and heart.

Of course, Farsington Ronoll could not sit still and wait for death. He quickly threw away the knife in his hand, grabbed the opponent's right wrist, and got into a dangerous close fight.

Just when the two were trying their best to reach each other and die, the sound of horse hooves suddenly came from the main entrance of the castle.

Through the window on the second floor, you can clearly see that it is a warrior wearing plate armor, and he seems to be wearing a logo like a family crest on his chest.

This sudden human being obviously had very good eyesight. He saw what was happening on the second floor at a glance and immediately shouted: "Stop! Stop it!"

It's a pity that Fashington Ronoll and Liar, who have already killed each other, dare not be distracted at this moment.

Seeing that he was unable to speak, the soldier immediately dismounted without saying a word and rushed to the second floor at an extremely fast speed.

Along the way, he met several wild elves who tried to stop him, but they knocked him to the ground in two or three blows.

Especially the flail with three heads in his hand, each head comes with additional magic damage of fire, cold and acid.

Once hit by any head, they will fall to the ground on the spot.

But this warrior was obviously merciful. He didn't kill any wild elves, he just knocked them down.

When he entered the room on the second floor, he directly pushed away the elf young man who tried to stop him, and separated the two people on the ground.

After all this was done, the soldier gasped and asked: "Who can tell me what exactly happened here?"

"Sir De'Arnis! Help! These damn elves want to kill me!"

Farsington Ronoll was indeed the "scorn of the world", and when he saw someone he knew coming, he immediately bit him back.

When the man known as Sir De Arnis heard this, he immediately turned his attention to the wild elves who were covered in bruises and had obviously been tortured and abused. He subconsciously frowned and asked, "Why are you doing this?"

"revenge!"

The elder gave the answer concisely and concisely.

"revenge?"

Sir De Arnis had a puzzled expression on his face.

"That's right! The guy behind you used the liar next to him to pretend to be an injured person to enter our tribe, and then poisoned the water and food while everyone was not paying attention, and finally killed everyone in one go. He locked us in the dungeon , intending to sell it to slave traders.”

The elder did not hide anything and told the truth openly.

Because he could feel that the powerful human warrior in front of him didn't know anything about it.

What's more, all the tribe members are very weak due to being hungry for too long.

If a war breaks out, regardless of the outcome, the heavy casualties alone are enough to make the elders take action.

"What?!"

Sir De Arnis's expression suddenly changed, and he turned around and stared at the nobleman with whom he usually had a good personal relationship.

He couldn't believe that Farsington Ronoll, who was always willing to lend him money to tide over difficulties, was such a scumbag.

"No! That's not what I meant! I was just bewitched! Listen to my explanation!"

Farsington Ronoll plopped down on his knees, hugging Sir De Arnis' thigh tightly and crying bitterly.

But unfortunately, the latter had already seen through his true nature, kicked him away, and said in a tone full of disgust: "Get away! Damn slave trader! If I had known you were this kind of person, I would never have done it. I will allow you to take even half a step into De Arnisburg. I will not even agree to let Nalia marry your son."

"You made the right choice, human."

The elder breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this scene.

"I'm sorry to disturb your revenge, please continue. I have nothing to say about this kind of scum. But Farsington Ronoll's son Isiah should be innocent. He is only a child. I hope that Take him away."

Sir de Arnis took the opportunity to make a request.

He originally came here with the intention of discussing the marriage between the two families with Fassington, but now it seems that this is no longer necessary.

Marrying into a family that made money by capturing and selling slaves would only bring shame to the glorious name of De Arnis.

But out of pity and his previous debt to Farsington, Sir De Arnis decided to raise Isiah and teach him to be an upright and selfless good man instead of the complete scumbag like his father.

"No problem. The child is next door, you can take him away at any time. In addition, this is a bottle of antidote, which can relieve the poisoning state that causes people to become unconscious."

With that said, the elder handed a bottle of antidote to the other party.

After Sir De Arnis took it and thanked him, he quickly drank it for Isiah, who was only a teenager, and then picked him up and walked out of the castle without looking back.

No matter how much he cried and begged, Farsington Ronoll never looked back.

But he didn't notice that Isiah in his arms had actually woken up long ago, and witnessed the scene of the elf cutting off his father's head with his own eyes, his eyes full of anger and hatred.

This hatred was directed not only towards the wild elves, but also towards Sir Deanis, who was holding him.

In the eyes of this mentally immature young man, what Sir De Arnis did was a typical example of ungratefulness and failure to save anyone.

Sir Anis was waiting and disappeared into the distant woods on horseback. The wild elves who had completed their revenge also embarked on the road back to their homes. The shadow assassin Yelnia, who had always been hidden in the dark, finally appeared from the darkness and used The voice that only he could hear said to himself: "How pitiful. It seems that Sir De Arnis will probably pay a heavy price for this kindness in the future."

"How painful is it?"

Accompanied by a familiar voice, Zuo Si stepped through the portal and appeared on the balcony on the second floor of the castle.

Obviously, he did not trust the wild elf druid to act on his own, so he specially asked the shadow assassin to follow him secretly to prevent unexpected situations.

Who would have thought that the operation that originally went smoothly would end up killing Sir De Arnis.

Judging from Isiah's final reaction, he will definitely try to avenge his biological father when he grows up.

"Owner……"

Yelnia bent down and bowed respectfully, but she still couldn't help but reveal a complicated look in her eyes.

But Zuo Si didn't care about this. He looked into the distance with interest and asked without looking back: "What do you want to say about Sir De Arnis's behavior?"

"have nothing to say.

He was so stupid that he tried to change a child who had lived with Farsington Ronoll for more than ten years.

As everyone knows, Fassington has already educated Isiah to be as despicable as himself.

If nothing else happens, Isiah will definitely try to retaliate within ten years at most.

He even used some means to obtain Sir De Arnis's property. "

Yelnia gave her judgment straightforwardly.

With the ability to hide in the shadows, she has already investigated this castle and the entire Ronoll family these days, and is very clear about Isiah's character and evil degree.

"Is it just stupidity? Why do I feel that you feel sorry for Sir De Arnis?"

Zuo Si turned around and looked meaningfully into the eyes of the shadow assassin.

The latter was obviously guilty, and quickly lowered his head and denied, "No! That's just your illusion."

"Is it……"

Zuo Si deliberately made a long sound, but did not continue to press.

With the power given by the card [Shadow Servant], he can feel Yelnia's emotions, and if necessary, he can even pay a small amount of mana to observe through the opponent's eyes.

Therefore, it can be felt very clearly that this woman had the idea of ​​killing Isiah just now to eliminate the trouble for Sir De Arnis.

It was precisely because of this that Zuo Sicai used teleportation magic to rush over to see what happened.

The shadow assassin lowered his head and remained silent, with no intention of explaining.

The two of them stood there without saying a word for two or three minutes. Zuo Sicai broke the silence with a smile: "Let's go, take me to the place where the property is stored in this castle. Since you are here, just take advantage of the law." Hinton Ronoll spent most of his life plundering all the money he earned through dirty means so as not to end up benefiting Isiah."

"As you wish."

Without saying a word, Yelnia immediately walked along the corridor that connected the first and second floors.

After a while, they were right in front of the same wall.

Zuo Si directly cast a detection spell, quickly confirmed that there was a secret door behind the wall, and immediately opened it with a tapping spell.

moment!

A ladder at the back leading straight up and down to the ground was revealed.

Lying down the ladder inside, he immediately saw various gold and silver coins, gems and a small amount of jewelry piled on the ground.

You know without asking that this is the treasury of the Ronoll family.

Since Faerûn does not have a bank in the strict sense, although the temple of the goddess of wealth, Waking, provides services such as deposits and withdrawals and the exchange of cash into bills, it requires a very high storage fee and will not pay even a penny of interest. .

Therefore, the properties of most nobles and wealthy merchants were kept in their homes and castles.

When building, almost all castles and luxurious houses will have enough space reserved in some places in advance for the owner to transform it into a vault.

After roughly estimating the quantity and value of this pile of things, Zuo Si immediately smiled and said: "About 450,000 gold coins. A quarter of them are gems, and some are mithril, fine gold, cold iron, etc. Of the magic metals, precious metal currency only accounts for about half. There are also several low-level magic items. It seems that Fashington Ronoll has indeed accumulated a lot of wealth through smuggling and trafficking in addictive drugs and slaves in recent years. "

Although in Amn, a fortune of more than 400,000 gold coins is really nothing to those top nobles and wealthy businessmen.

But for traditional nobles, it is definitely a huge sum of money.

This can be seen from the income of Sir De Arnis's family castle and territory.

As a lord, the latter's chaotic income in a year only adds up to 20,000 to 30,000 gold coins.

After deducting the cost of daily maintenance, repairs and hiring guards, as well as the wages paid to servants, plus the various natural and man-made disasters in the territory that require relief for farmers, there is no money left at all.

This is also the reason why Amn's emerging business aristocrats look down on the traditional aristocrats.

The traditional way of obtaining wealth by relying on land is really too primitive and too low-level.

In the face of the huge profits that can be earned from prosperous trade and commerce, he is not even a younger brother.

In fact, most of the manors, castles and territories of the commercial nobles have long since evolved from simply collecting taxes and food into today's leisure and entertainment venues.

Zuo Si directly opened the portal and let the goblins and undead creatures move the entire treasury.

He himself left behind platinum, gold and silver coins.

The remaining silver and copper coins, which were numerous but not very valuable, were packed up and donated to the Ilmat Temple in the slums.

"Thank you for your kind deed. Please be assured that I will give these funds to those who need them most. May the God of Suffering bless your soul."

The priest, who was only wearing a tattered linen robe, sent his blessings with a smile.

Because Bernard donated 20,000 gold coins not long ago, and coupled with these, the temple did not need to worry about money for a long time.

He can relax and take in all the orphans who have lost their parents, and then raise them until they are old enough to be independent.

As a priest of the God of Suffering, his most important duty is to protect minor children.

"Please don't be polite. Compared to the help the God of Suffering has given me, this little money is nothing.

Oh, by the way, there are dedicated people in my mage tower every morning who are responsible for teaching common language reading and writing, arithmetic, geography, identifying animals and plants, etc.

If you have minor children here, consider sending them there for education.

After all, learning knowledge is one of the most effective ways to change your destiny.

If they could learn to read, write and arithmetic, it would be easy for them to find a decent job when they grow up in Amn, where trade and commerce are extremely prosperous.

It is much better than becoming a shadow thief, or being forced to become an idle beggar or hooligan on the streets. "

Zuo Si gave the advice sincerely.

In his view, things like going to class can be a matter of driving a sheep or herding a group of sheep.

Anyway, the person responsible for teaching is the phantom created by the consciousness of Mage Tower. He will not be tired or bored at all.

How much they can learn depends on whether these children can realize the importance of knowledge themselves.

Of course, if there is a smart enough little guy, Zuo Si wouldn't mind taking him in as an apprentice.

"Really? Are you willing to provide these orphans and poor children with the opportunity to receive education for free?" The priest of the God of Suffering widened his eyes in disbelief.

Zuo Si smiled and nodded: "Of course! And I will provide them with a breakfast and lunch. If you are willing to participate in the weapons and combat training in the afternoon, you can also have another dinner."

"Hahahaha! This is great! Thank you for your generosity and kindness! You know I was still worried just now about how to take care of so many orphans who have lost their parents." The priest danced and laughed happily.

"Oh? What do you mean...are there many orphans here?" Zuo Si asked in an uncertain tone.

The priest sighed slightly and responded with a bitter look on his face: "There are at least more than forty, and there may be more in the future.

Some children's parents died in gang fights, while others fell ill after eating unclean or rotten food, and eventually left this world, leaving these helpless little poor people to suffer alone.

Although I can provide them with food and clean drinking water, I will ensure that they will not die of hunger or thirst.

But there is nothing we can do about the issue of education.

Some children even began to worship shadow thieves due to outside influence, eager to become one of them.

They only saw the glamorous side of shadow thieves, but did not see the horrific death and disability rates of low-level shadow thieves.

But now, I have an opportunity to learn and change my destiny. I believe this phenomenon can be effectively prevented.

After all, who wouldn’t want to be a decent and good person. "

"Being a priest of the God of Suffering is really hard work. Just taking care of these children every day must take a lot of energy, right?"

Zuo Si looked at the man in front of him with slight admiration, who was probably just over forty years old, but was severely bald and looked very old.

It is different from those organizations on earth that shout all kinds of lofty slogans, but secretly do all kinds of dirty things.

This person is truly practicing Ilmat's teachings, and regards saving and protecting children and bearing pain for others as a supreme honor, even if the cost is premature aging and death.

"Hard work? Maybe. But this world always needs someone to stand up and bear the suffering. Since I chose this path at the beginning, I will stick to it."

When saying these words, the priest's face full of vicissitudes of life revealed a trace of piety and holiness.

"You are a truly noble person who has always followed the kindness and kindness advocated by the God of Suffering. If you need help in any way, please be sure to send someone to the Mage Tower to inform me. As long as I can do my best, I will not refuse. "

Zuo Si solemnly made his promise.

The more I understand the church of Ilmat, the more I respect this group of people who are pure and free from base desires and interests.

Although he may never be able to do it himself, it does not prevent him from giving a little help.

The priest smiled and shook his head: "No, you are too generous. I just did what I should do.

Also, if you don't mind, could you tell me about the new sect of the goddess of poison and disease that was recently established nearby?

They often come here to teach common people and poor people about hygiene and how to prevent plagues.

Occasionally, sick people are treated for free.

To be honest, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it was the work of a group of Talona priests. "

Zuo Si smiled and replied without thinking: "You mean Ilze's sect? Don't worry, they are just a group of young people practicing new teachings."

"New doctrine?"

The face of the priest of the God of Suffering showed a look of extreme surprise.

If it came from someone else's mouth, he wouldn't believe a word.

But the problem is that Zuo Si is not an ordinary person, but a chosen one of Talona, ​​the goddess of poison and disease, and a mortal recognized by Ilmat.

"Yes, the new doctrine. There is a young man named Ilze who believes that poisons and diseases are not just evil, but like magic, knowledge, and nature, full of duality of good and evil. So he left Originally, Amn's church planned to establish a neutral or even good-aligned sect." Zuo Si explained patiently.

To be honest, he was actually at a loss as to what Talona had been doing recently, and he had no idea what the goddess wanted to do.

"Sounds... seems to be good news! If a god from the evil camp transforms into a neutral camp, it will be a good thing for the entire world."

A hint of joy appeared on the face of the priest of the God of Suffering.

Although the emergence of this new sect has to some extent snatched away some believers who should have belonged to Ilmat.

"I hope so."

Zuo Si shrugged his shoulders indifferently and quickly stood up to leave.

The priest of the God of Suffering quickly gathered the children who were playing around the simple temple and announced to them the "good news" that they could receive education.

Although the continent of Faerûn is not like the European Middle Ages, where education is entirely the privilege of nobles and clergy, it is also not an easy task.

So the children clapped happily.

It's just that the younger ones are more eager to learn knowledge, while the older ones want to learn a skill or craft.

The latter is more realistic and wants to get rid of this embarrassing state of "depending on others" as soon as possible.

But the priest didn't care about this.

For him, as long as these children do not become shadow thieves or members of other criminal organizations in the future, he will have accomplished his mission well.

leftover……

Let fate decide everything.

The biggest characteristic of the Ilmat Church is that it never takes advantage of these children, and it also does not expect what benefits they will bring to itself after they develop in the future.

Just giving without any desire to get anything in return from the person being helped.