The Witcher: Darkness Falls

"Pope? What a big mouth!" Jeraka snorted coldly, "There are so many churches, but no one dares to call themselves the Pope. What kind of church is the True God Church? How dare someone call themselves the Pope!"

"Yes, what is the True God Church? It means that what we worship is fake?" Dis also shouted.

As the two shouted, some people around them finally turned around and looked at them.

However, the man who claimed to be a follower of the True God Church was not panicked at all.

Camaro smiled and said, "No, that's not what I meant, and I don't mean to blaspheme your beliefs."

"What do you mean? True God, excuse me, which god do you believe in?" Jeraka snorted and asked, "We dwarves believe in the goddess of harvest. She can bring us enough food and make us prosperous!"

"Yes, that's right!" the two dwarves next to them said.

Then they turned their attention to the Camaro.

Camaro smiled and said, "The true God I believe in is omnipotent..."

"You're talking nonsense. How can God be omnipotent? Get out of the way and don't disturb us while we're drinking!" Jeraka started to chase people away before he could finish his words.

Omnipotent, that sounds like nonsense.

God cannot watch over them all the time; God also needs to rest, so God’s power is limited.

This is what the dwarves have been taught since childhood. They can pray when they are desperate, but they must not just pray, they should do something.

So, when someone said that God was omnipotent, the dwarves lost their patience, not to mention that they were not patient people themselves.

Of course, the exception is when you pick up a hammer.

"If God is not omnipotent, then why are they called God?" Camaro did not leave, but took a sip of wine and asked loudly.

Once these words were spoken, the dwarves were unable to refute anything.

It is one thing for them to know it in their hearts, but it is another thing to have it refuted by others.

Finally, someone around was looking at this side intently.

While the dwarves were thinking about this, others were also thinking about it.

If God is not omnipotent, then why is He called God?

Camaro continued to ask: "Have you ever seen a miracle? Have you ever seen the true God descend? Have you ever been helped by God in times of despair?"

Still no one spoke.

Obviously, whether it is dwarves or gnomes, or halflings, half-elves, or even humans.

In this world, every race has its own beliefs.

But almost none of them had ever seen a miracle, nor had they seen the true God descend, nor had they directly felt that there was God helping them in times of difficulty.

When they are in trouble, they will pray to the gods they believe in and then try to get out of the predicament.

If they succeed, they will first thank the gods for their help. Even if they fail, they will only think it is their own problem.

But, is this really the case?

Jeraka's face turned red when asked, which might be the effect of alcohol.

He couldn't answer.

"You have seen it, then?" he demanded loudly.

However, Camaro answered firmly: "Yes, of course I have seen it, on the Holy Mountain in the Vatican!

Not just me, but we all saw it, including three thousand believers!

Angels descended and holy light shone down, bringing new life to the withered farmland and saving thousands of people.

The holy water of the Vatican heals the wounded and sick, and even those who are beyond medical help can be liberated in the holy altar!"

Jeraka was confused by his confidence, and he was able to tell the exact location, which made him believe it a little.

However, he still firmly believed that there was no omnipotent God unless he saw it with his own eyes.

Dwarves are like this, stubborn and paranoid. It is useless to hear about it and try to break his stubbornness. You have to see it with your own eyes.

"Is this true? Can the holy water you mentioned really heal injuries?" A man walked over excitedly.

Camaro held the cross in his right hand, smiled and nodded, saying: "Yes, believe in the true God and become His devout believer, and you will definitely succeed!"

The man was extremely excited: "Well... I mean... oh, how can I... how can I be considered a believer of your true God?"

Camaro smiled and said, "You are wrong. This is not our true God. The true God belongs to everyone. Anyone, regardless of race, can believe in Him."

The man reached out and held the Camaro, then knelt down and said with tears in his eyes, "My name is Carl Rodin, and I believe in the true God. Can you give me some holy water? My mother has caught a cold and has been running a fever until now. She is dying. Please, please!"

Camaro performed a magic trick and suddenly a thumb-sized crystal bottle appeared in his hand.

The bottle was half filled with milky white liquid, and it even emitted a pure and sacred light.

He handed the bottle to the man and said, "This is holy water, just give it to your mother to drink.

If you really want to believe in the true God, then when your mother recovers, go to the Vatican, where we have our brothers and sisters!"

The man took the bottle, thanked gratefully, and then left the pub eagerly.

Jeraka was stunned by the scene before him. He poked Leon and asked, "I think this is a bit too exaggerated?"

Can a person trust another stranger so easily?

Especially when it comes to the life and death of my mother, something doesn't seem right.

Leon put his left hand on his chest, stared at Camaro and said, "He gave me a magic potion."

Just when the other party took out the small bottle, the witcher badge on his chest trembled slightly.

There are magical fluctuations, but they are very weak.

Jeraka suddenly realized that this was the case.

Magic potions are expensive medicines that only wizards can make, and ordinary people simply cannot afford them.

Of course, in this world today, ordinary people can’t find wizards.

For ordinary people, before the witch hunt, if someone in their family was sick, they could still seek help from a witch.

Although the price may be high, a wizard can always be found.

But now, all the wizards are in hiding, and even if you have enough money, you may not be able to find them.

"Is he a wizard?" asked Jeraka.

Leon shook his head and said, "No, I didn't detect any magical fluctuations from him. He is just an ordinary person."

"No matter who you are, Carl is a filial son. If your water kills his mother, haha, you're finished. He will kill you at all costs!" Carl's companion said with a sneer.

"He hasn't slept for several days because of his mother's affairs. You'd better not do anything rash." Carl's other companion also said.

Camaro said confidently: "Don't worry, that is the holy water given by the true God, there will be no problem."

Seeing the other party so confident, Karl's friends sneered a few times and said nothing more.

Camaro turned around and looked at Leon and others again.

"My friend, now is the time to witness a miracle. You will understand that the true God is omnipotent," he said to Jeraka.

"It's just a potion. You can deceive them, but you can't deceive me. And him, he is a demon hunter and can smell the power of magic from thousands of miles away." said Jeraka.

"I emphasize again, this is not a magic potion, it is holy water, a divine object bestowed by the true God!" Camaro said solemnly.

Jeraka waved her hand impatiently and said, "Go away, don't disturb us drinking, don't care about your potion or holy water, just go!"

Camaro nodded slightly, he fixed his eyes on Leon and smiled as he extended an invitation: “Dear Demon Hunter, it is the guidance of the True God that I can meet you here today.

I now solemnly invite you to join the True God Church and become a glorious defender of the religion. Are you willing?"