Full-level boss pretending to be a fairy [Quick Transmigration]

Outside the manor, Mountbatten and his party camped on the spot.It was a long day for them.The young pharmacist's words echoed repeatedly in Mountbatten's mind——

"Let me in, give me one day, and if I don't heal these people, you burn me with you."

Time is so hard, the young man's resolute figure has been deeply engraved in his mind.He hoped from the bottom of his heart that the young man would come out alive.

However, it is almost impossible to cure the plague in the manor within a day, unless the three gods descend to earth in person.

Maybe the alchemy of youth is very superb?Mountbatten had heard the legend that alchemists refined the elixir of life. If the elixir of life could be refined, then maybe the potion for eradicating the plague could also be refined?Mountbatten thought wildly.

The servant hurried to Mountbatten, "My lord, it has been 24 hours, and there is still no movement in the manor."

Mountbatten's heart sank. It seemed that the pharmacist had not achieved his goal.This fire will burn eventually.

Mountbatten said in a deep voice, "Come on, light the fire!"

Putting a hand on Mountbatten's shoulder, Mountbatten turned his face and saw that it was his wife.

His wife looked at him pleadingly: "Can't we wait any longer? Must we do this? Maybe that young man... can really... save everyone."

Mountbatten spoke with difficulty: "Believe me, this is the only solution."

The servant brought the bow and arrow, ignited the wooden arrow, and shot the burning arrow towards the manor.The guards threw torches into the manor.Mars ignited the wooden house, and the wind helped the fire, and high flames rose from the wooden house.

The wife turned her head away, not wanting to watch this cruel scene again.

Inside the manor, people are surrounded by an atmosphere of joy!The last patient was cured. At Bai Chennian's request, everyone, including himself, drank the healing potion!

Werther, thank you Werther for your kindness!Thanks for the great agent!They survived!They want to cheer, they want to dance.The feeling of escaping death is so good.

Mr. Brown smiled. "Maybe we should have a party."

Bai Chennian: "Yes, before that, maybe we should bury the dead first."

Mr. Brown's face quickly darkened. He escaped death, but those who died could not come back after all.

"You are right, agent."

People took up shovels and wanted to go out and bury the dead.

Mr. Brown wrinkled his nose suddenly, "What's that smell?"

He walked out of the church and was horrified to find that the crazy flames had burned almost everything that could be burned, and they were surrounded by raging fire!

"Above Werther! How did this happen!"

He returned to the church and shouted anxiously: "It's on fire! It's on fire! Everyone, get up and put out the fire!"

The survivors panicked. They had no fire extinguishing equipment or a large source of water, so they could only pour a can of drinking water placed in the church on the flames. The flames flickered and burned even more vigorously.

A large amount of smoke entered their lungs, causing coughing.

"Are we just going to die in the fire just after getting rid of the plague?"

Mr. Brown took off his coat and swung at the flames, but the flames ignited his coat and he had to throw it away.

The fire became more and more fierce, and everyone had to retreat to the church and close the gate.The chapel, the only stone building in the manor, was barely ignited, but thick smoke poured in from outside the door.

"Maybe we are going to return to Werther's embrace after all. Death will not let us go." The old man sighed.

After experiencing the plague, and then gaining a new life with hope, but now the hope has been extinguished, this experience is more hopeless than being sick and dying in the first place.

Brown knelt down, "Werther, can you give us another chance to live, your humble believers are willing to dedicate themselves to you."

The little boy prayed: "Great Werther, your faithful servant needs your help..."

With tears in his eyes, the old man said, "Supreme Werther, I am not sorry to die, but these young children should have more joy in their lives... Please show mercy... I would like to return to your embrace to serve you."

People are praying desperately...

Bai Chennian sat cross-legged in the church, neither happy nor sad, he opened his closed eyes.

"Maybe I have a way."

Brown blurted out, "Really?"

Bai Chennian: "As long as you are willing to believe me."

Everyone said in unison: "Respected Lord Proctor, how could we not trust you? You just saved everyone!"

"Messenger of Werther, we respect and love you, please tell us how to escape."

……

Guards stood guard outside the estate overnight, felling trees, and a barrier was formed to ensure that the fire would not spread outside the estate.

It was with a heavy heart that Lord Mountbatten, tossing and turning in his tent, had personally ordered the execution of so many innocent people.Thinking of that brave pharmacist, his heart was filled with regret.

In the early morning, Mountbatten carefully walked over his sleeping wife and walked out of the tent.

He walked to the gate of the manor. The manor had been burnt to nothing but black and gray wreckage. The dust filled the air, causing Baron Mountbatten to cough twice.

There were two dozing guards at the door, woken by Lord Mountbatten's coughing.

Seeing Mountbatten, the two guards hurriedly saluted, "My lord baron, good day."

The wooden door of the manor had collapsed in the fire, leaving only a stone doorway. Mountbatten stepped into the doorway, and a vast ruin appeared in front of him.

The stents of the houses that had been scorched black stood empty, the wreckage of the buildings collapsed on the ground, criss-crossing, and the stone fountain pool was stained with a thick layer of black ash.

The guards came in following Baron Mountbatten, "Mr. Baron, this place is not safe, there may be residual fire, and some buildings are crumbling..."

Mountbatten raised his hand to stop the guard's words, "Look, what is that?"

In the distance, on the ruins, there seems to be a white shadow.

Mountbatten brought people closer, and after seeing what it was, he was shocked.

The young apothecary sat cross-legged on top of the ruins.There was no trace of dust on his body, his eyes were closed, and his expression was peaceful and calm.

Everyone was shocked, this...how is this possible?

How could anyone have survived such a massive fire?How can someone go through a fire without being burned to death?

The pharmacist didn't move or speak, and at this moment, no one spoke.Everyone was immersed in an unprecedented shock.

A thought flashed in Mountbatten's mind: the only thing that can't be burned by fire is the true God.

So, the pharmacist is a real god?Or does he have the blessing of the true god?The god he believes in seems to be called Werther?

At this time, the pharmacist opened his eyes, and his eyes were no longer the azure blue when people first saw them, but a kind of bright gold.Then, a halo emanated from him, soft and bright, like a god descending.

The golden eyes stared at them clearly, and their eyes were far away, as if they were watching them, but also seemed to be looking away.

Everyone's hearts beat faster and their blood pulsed at the same time. They saw a god!God, choose to be born in front of them!

How lucky they are!How could they be able to bask in the glory of the gods?Everyone was wrapped in a frenzied sense of happiness.

Mountbatten's lips trembled slightly, "Your Majesty, which god is it?"

The gods were neither happy nor sad, and an ancient and distant voice sounded, "You know who I am in your heart."

A name crossed Mountbatten's mind.

"Werther, you are Werther, the god of young apothecaries."

It turns out that Werther is a god who really exists and is active in the world.

Mountbatten thought about it again, he set fire to the manor himself, even though he knew the pharmacist was in the manor.

Regardless of the black ash on the ground, Mountbatten prostrated himself on the ground, his voice flustered, "Great God, I shouldn't have set fire to your believers, please forgive me."

There was a look of fear on the faces of the crowd. After being reminded by Mountbatten's words, they realized that their act of burning the manor and almost killing the pharmacist might have offended his god Werther.

They knelt down one after another, for fear that the wrath of the gods would affect themselves!

Beads of sweat rolled down their heads, and they crawled one by one, waiting anxiously.At this time, they felt the aura and coercion of the gods, like a mountain pressing down on the top.

Time became blurred, maybe after one breath, maybe hundreds of breaths later, the god's distant voice sounded: "I don't blame you, what you did was helpless."

In all kinds of myths and stories, when the gods got angry and lay dead for thousands of miles, Mountbatten was ready to be thrown into hell and lost forever, but he received the forgiveness of the gods.

Mountbatten: Oh, the gods are so merciful!Forgive me for such an offense!

The guards breathed a sigh of relief, "My kind Werther, words can no longer express my gratitude to you."

At this time, the only intact building in the ruins - the church opened its door, and twelve survivors filed out.

God: "My believers have cured the plague on the twelve survivors, and you don't have to worry about the plague anymore."

As he spoke, the golden color in the god's eyes gradually faded, and his halo gradually disappeared.

Mountbatten said anxiously: "Please stay still! I want to entertain you with the greatest courtesy! I want your name to be heard all over Oak County!"

What responded to him was the silence around him, Bai Chennian closed his eyes, and opened them again, the eyes had already turned azure blue.

The gods are gone.

Last night, Bai Chennian first took the twelve survivors to the entourage space, and only released them from the church after the fire was extinguished.Time in the follower space does not flow. For the twelve survivors, less than a second passed before the fire was extinguished.

Seeing the remaining halo on the agent's body, the twelve survivors jumped to the ground excitedly, "Master agent, your kindness, we will never forget it."

"A miracle..." Mountbatten muttered. He believed in three gods since he was a child, but he had never really seen a god. When Werther appeared, his generosity immediately conquered Mountbatten.

The believers of Werther are kind and brave, and they go to the manor alone to treat people.Werther's mind is broad and benevolent, and he protects innocent poor people in the fire.

After seeing Werther's divine light, Mountbatten realized that the shadows of the three gods had faded in his heart.Looking at Werther, he seemed to see all hope in life.He has never seen something so sacred, so beautiful, so holy, warmer than the warm winter sun, brighter than the lighthouse in the cold sea, more memorable than the embrace of his wife...

"That's how true gods should be...Compared to the moody and vindictive three gods in "Three Nerves", I am more willing to believe in Werther."

System: "You have acquired a fanatical follower, Baron Billy Mountbatten. Baron Billy Mountbatten's affection for you has reached 100."

System: "You have obtained eight devout believers..." The names listed at the back of the system seem to be the names of the eight guards guarding the manor.

Bai Chennian pretended to just wake up, "What happened?"

Mountbatten looked frantic, "Werther has descended on you! Our Lord! Werther!"

Bai Chennian: "..."

Bai Chennian: "Well, I have a little impression."

Mountbatten embraced Bai Chennian's shoulders, "Come and stay in my castle for a while, pharmacist, you can tell me more about Werther, I can't wait to learn more about my lord."