Red Moon Returns

"Latest news, latest news, the war against the plague has begun."

This time there was no newspaper, and it was not a newsboy. The messenger of the Governor's Mansion rode a fast horse, shouting and whistling through Charles Square, galloping towards the gray fog area:

"The plague is too fierce, the saint is in a difficult battle, and failure may come at any time."

The atmosphere in Charles Square was silent for a moment, and then there was an uproar.

This invisible threat will not cause chaos and riots in a short time, but it is enough to make people breathless with fear. The young fish seller and the middle-aged tailor lady cried out.

The cry was like a spark, which completely detonated people's already suppressed mood. For a while, many people in the square squatted on the spot and held their heads and screamed in despair.

Some people hugged their stalls and cried loudly, some people pounded the ground frantically, the butcher who usually saved money picked up the most expensive ham and bit it hard and swallowed it in big mouthfuls, and the sculptor who was gentle and polite in the past suddenly cursed.

Regardless of whether they were men or women, everyone was equal in the face of disaster and despair. Everyone's will was almost broken, and they instinctively vented their emotions. Even the beautiful Mrs. Maggie leaned against the wall softly, covering her mouth and trembling slightly, tears filling her eyes: Is the plague really coming? What about Martha? Martha must not be in trouble.

The depressing atmosphere was brewing and accumulating. Charles Square was full of desperate faces. However, the riders on the galloping horses did not stop because of the citizens' crying and despair. They shouted and galloped past, continuing to drive to the next place, spreading the latest despair to all parts of the Rhine.

But as they drove past, several priests came out of the chapels around Charles Square, stopped quietly outside several groups of people, and finally read the notes delivered by the carrier pigeons.

After several ups and downs, and after confirming that the citizens' emotions had fallen into deep despair, they took a deep breath, held up the megaphone and loudly announced to the crowd:

"Citizens, believers, it is not time to despair yet, we have not lost yet, and there is still hope."

The priests who have received professional psychological training naturally know how to manipulate people's hearts. Every syllable carries a convincing power. With just one sentence, the people who are immersed in the trough feel like they have seen a life-saving straw. Almost everyone's eyes turn to the preaching priests at the same time.

"Really, Reverend." Someone rushed to the pastor nervously and asked anxiously, "Do we still have a chance to survive?"

"Yes, children, the Lord has not abandoned us, and the Lord is still looking after this world." The pastor's voice was extremely sincere, "As long as we work together, we can definitely defeat the plague."

"What should we do?" The fat stall owner selling groceries was the first to shout out, and he no longer had the attitude of just wanting to watch from the sidelines. "As long as we can save the lives of our whole family, we are willing to do anything."

"Pious children, now is the time when you need to contribute." The pastor drew a star emblem on his chest, and he was a priest of the Dark Night Church at a glance. "Ms. Nightingale is in urgent need of support and needs your contribution. Children, this is the best time for you to show your piety. The world will remember your efforts, and the Lord will also pity your piety. So, children, answer me, are you willing to follow Ms. Nightingale and contribute to saving the world?"

"Ah?"

Check The people in the Square were stunned. Many people took a step back subconsciously. Their eyes began to wander. Especially the fat stall owner who had just asked, he rubbed his hands awkwardly and stammered: "Pastor, we are just civilians. We don't know anything. How can we give anything? Are you mistaken?"

"Yes, yes." The voice of agreement immediately followed, "What can civilians do, Pastor."

"Yes, we can only stand here and cheer for the Saint. You won't ask us to donate anything."

"Or you won't ask us to fight the plague. How can we do that? Let's leave it to the Saint, right, everyone."

"Yes, the Saint is a professional. Her efforts are enough. We can't do it."

For a while, the crowd fell into noise. People seemed to have completely forgotten the fear and despair just now, and they didn't remember the promise that they would do anything as long as they could survive. Everyone's eyes were dodging, and everyone's expression was very stiff.

The preaching pastor remained calm, his voice was loud and infectious: "Calm down, children, believe in the Lord, the Lord will not let you do things beyond your ability. The Lord only needs you to stand here, pray devoutly to the Lord you believe in, and use the power of your faith to support Ms. Nightingale. Repentance and prayer should be what you do every day, right? Now I just want you to pray not for yourself, but for the Saint, children, are you not willing to make such a contribution within your ability?"

No one spoke, for a while, the only voice echoing in the square was the pastor's amplified voice.

Everyone was weighing in their hearts, can just praying support Nightingale? If it is really that simple, then it is not a bad idea to try, but... I always feel so uneasy.

The pastor frowned secretly and was already a little anxious. Years of missionary experience told him that it was not easy to complete the first step of the task and get as many people as possible into a state of group prayer. Although as the executor, the pastor did not know the use of asking these people to participate together, he still suppressed the anxiety in his heart and preached cheerfully, "Praise the Lord, children, the Lord is watching your choices, Nanding Ms. Geer is also waiting for your support. Follow your instructions and throw yourself into the arms of the Lord. Aren’t you willing to fight with His Excellency the Saint and contribute to this world? "

"I do!"

The blond landlady changed her usual gentle and timid attitude, held her head high and walked a few steps to the front of the crowd. At this moment, her blond hair was particularly dazzling in the afternoon sun.

Trust Lynch, this is doing him a favor.

Her daughter's words before leaving made her more determined than ever before, and she faced everyone's gaze and said loudly:

"Yes, I am just a civilian, but I want to help Ms. Nightingale stop this plague. I don't understand what those big shots say, nor do I understand how to protect the kingdom and the city, but I want to protect the people I love. I I want to protect the home I have lived in until now, so please tell me, Pastor, what should I do? I am willing to follow your instructions and do my best to protect everything I want to protect.”

"Praise for your courage, child, then please kneel down on the spot, pray to the gods, and pray for the victory of this confrontation with all your body and mind."

Mrs. Maggie no longer looked back at the hesitant neighbors. She was the first to kneel down on the floor of Charles Square, clasped her hands on her chest, and began to pray devoutly.

Behind her, more and more people fell to their knees due to her influence. After a while, there was no one standing in Charles Square except the priest.

If you look further out, the streets and alleys of the entire Rhine City are already filled with people kneeling in prayer.

In the city center, among the people watching all this, Sir Lynch Leviev secretly let out a sigh of relief.

Ms. Nightingale, please hold on, your reinforcements are coming soon.

I will do everything in my power to save your soul.

Please give me a little more time.