Benny took a few steps forward and stood in the middle of the two sides. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info "Who in the convoy has the final say?"

The fat boss of the grain team angrily came out from behind the escort.

"I'm the boss of the grain team, I warn you, let it go immediately, otherwise ------"

Not wanting to talk nonsense with him, Benny directly sent him a holy light binding.

"I'll ask again, who has the final say in the convoy!"

"Me!" a bearded middle-aged man came out. "My name is Darhan, what can you tell me!"

Benny looked at him with a serious expression, and the faintly glowing tattoo on his forehead made his face look sacred.

"Did you know that the grain team's food carries the plague!"

"The plague?"

"I don't have time to explain too much to you. Throw a bag of grain!"

Darhan hesitated, grabbed a bag of grain and threw it at Benny's feet.

Benny opened the grain bag, and the holy light lit up in his hand, and pressed it directly on the wheat that had not yet been hulled. A puff of black smoke came out, and the exposed wheat caught fire directly. Darhan and the guards behind him immediately changed their expressions.

Benny withdrew his hands, straightened up and looked at Darhan and said, "Do you understand now? The Holy Light doesn't burn a bunch of wheat that doesn't matter for no reason!"

Darhan nodded, he was a believer in the Light, and had been treated by the Light for injuries he had been wounded as a soldier before.

"Alright, I want you to lay down your arms now, follow Captain Redpass, and burn all the food. ”

Darhan frowned, there were dozens of truckloads of grain here. Wouldn't all have a plague, would he? he was about to say something, but Benny had already raised his hand to stop him.

"I know what you're trying to say, but I don't have that much time to check all the grain one by one! You have only two choices right now, first: do what I say. Second: the militia "let" you do what I say!"

Darhan waved his hand and stopped the commotion behind him. There were less than 200 of them, and they were a mess of people, mostly novices who had just picked up arms, and they came to eat. The team of more than 300 people on the opposite side obviously looked well-trained, otherwise they would have started a fight just now.

Darhan finally nodded: "We do what you say!

Benny nodded. "Say, don't overdo it, I don't have much time!"

"Our people do what you say, but when they're done, they must let us go!"

Benny nodded, "Of course, I'm afraid you won't leave then!"

Ignoring Darhan's doubts, Benny turned around and asked Redpass for three horses, a cart, and headed towards Stratholme with the bound idiot, and the rest, believing that Redpass could handle it.

In the shadows, Marganis watched Benny depart.

"If it weren't for the fear of premature exposure alerting humanity, torturing his soul would certainly be a very interesting thing. Let's just let you live a little longer. ”

Marganis vanished into the shadows, and he needed to plant the plague on these weak bugs himself.

Dark Gate 1/20/1. Stantholm Cathedral, the birthplace of the Paladin.

The sky had just shone brightly, and the doors of the church had opened early, and there was only one pastor praying in the hall.

"Hello!"

The young pastor who was praying was awakened by the sound and was a little displeased, and it was rude to interrupt someone else's prayer. Looking up, a man dressed as a priest and wearing a hood stood in front of him.

"Hello, what's the matter?"

"Bless you with the Light, I am a Daron County missionary, Benedict Smith. This is my paperwork. ”

The pastor took the paperwork and looked at it, looking at Benny, a 17-year-old pastor, from time to time, which is very rare. Still a missionary. Controlling his curiosity, the priest returned the paperwork to Benny.

"Bless you with the Light, I am Marcus Michel. Is there anything wrong?"

"Can I see His Excellency the Bishop? It's presumptuous, but I have something urgent about the plague. ”

Benny arrived here from Talon County without stopping, and wanted to go directly to see Baron Rivendell, but suddenly it occurred to Baron Rivendell that Baron Rivendell should not be in Stratholm at this time, so he had to come to Stratholme's church.

Michel's face became serious, if it was a plague matter, it really needed His Excellency the Bishop to inquire personally.

"Come with me. ”

"Wait a minute, I have something to take. ”

Michelle led Benny to the door of the bishop's room. He turned his head to look at the sturdy fat man tied up next to Benny, who, according to the young preacher, was related to the plague.

Michelle knocked on the door, and it opened.

"Marcas? The bishop glanced at the fat man who was tied up. There was no expression on the old man's face.

"Your Excellency. Marcus turned sideways, revealing Benny behind him. "This is Benedict Smith, a missionary from Talon County, who has news of the plague and wants to see you. ”

"Good day, Your Excellency. Benny bowed.

"Plague?" the bishop frowned, the wrinkles on his face huddled together.

"Come in and talk about it. ”

Curious, Marcas took his leave. Benny lifted the fat man with a dejected face and walked into the room.

"Are you Alan's apprentice?" the bishop asked suddenly.

Benny was stunned, took off the hood from his head, and saluted. "Yes, Your Excellency. ”

"Sit down. ”

Benny shook his head and said, "Your Excellency, I have a very urgent situation that needs to be explained to you. ”

The Bishop nodded, waiting for Benny to continue. He glanced at the mark on Benny's forehead, seemingly inadvertently.

Benny took a handful of wheat from the pocket of the priest's robe, placed it on the stone floor next to the carpet, and pressed his hands to the wheat with holy light, and the wheat rose with black smoke and burned.

The bishop's expression suddenly became solemn.

"Where did you find the food?"

Benny gestured to the fat man curled up on the ground. "His food team, Your Excellency. He was a grain merchant in Andorhar. ”

The Bishop nodded. "Is there any wheat like this?"

Benny quickly pulled out some more, and there were several sacks on the cart outside.

The bishop's hands lit up with holy light and pressed it to the wheat, which, strangely enough, did not react.

Benny frowned suddenly, what was going on.

The bishop straightened up casually and looked at the mark on Benny's forehead. said, "You're weird?"

Benny nodded.

"Don't you see the difference between you and my Light?"

Benny understood. His light was much purer than the other priests because of Naru. Otherwise, he would not have been able to manipulate the Light so freely.

"Pasha told me about you. The bishop suddenly pointed to Benny's forehead.

Benny was startled, then calmed down. The mark on his forehead is no longer a problem, and besides, the mentor will not harm him.

"Don't worry, I'm Alan's mentor. The bishop suddenly laughed.

"Ah--- hello. Benny didn't know if he should be called Master or not, he didn't find the word in the lingua franca.

"Although my holy light didn't react, I sensed a foul smell inside!"

Benny nodded.

"It's a psychic spell, Your Excellency. ”

The Bishop nodded, motioning for Benny to continue.

"When I first arrived in Taloon a year ago, I discovered a secret cult that called itself the Cursed Cult and studied psychic spells. The boss is an archmage of Dalaran who has been banished for studying psychic spells. ”

"Archmage?" the bishop's brow furrowed again.

"Yes, his name is Kel'thugad, and I informed the Knights of the Silver Hand of the news, but it was not taken seriously. ”

"Do you suspect that they are the devil behind this food?" the bishop pointed to the point.

"Yes, I suspect they unleashed psychic spells on these grains to infect humans with the plague. Then ---- transform them into undead. ”