It's a slightly lengthy name, no one has ever heard of it, and it can't be trusted. But Karrick looked at Alice, whose eyes were full of tears but her face was full of determination, and his long-term trust made him feel a little shaken in his heart.

"Father Gensley!" Alice walked straight up to the priest and clenched her fists, "Please tell them for yourself if you are sure you can heal them." ”

Father Gensley looked at Alice, who was excited, looking very confused, and the god in her mouth also made him feel confused. There has never been such a god in the books of the church.

But he chose to tell the truth anyway: "I'm sorry. You are cursed by the god of the sea, and you will only be favored by the Holy Spirit if you are devout enough. I will scrape away the rotten flesh of your body with a holy silver sword, cut off the evil ecchymmoses, and spare the filthy blood. As for who will survive, only the Holy Spirit knows. ”

"Uncle Karrick, he's healed dozens of people for the Poseidon's curse. However, only three survived, and I am afraid that even he could not say whether it was the favor of the Holy Spirit or other reasons. In other words, if you are lucky, there may be one or two lucky ones, but it is more likely that you will die in the pain of cutting your flesh and bloodletting. ”

"Father Jensley, am I right?"

Father Gensley was a little dissatisfied with Alice's denial of the Holy Spirit's patronage: "Miss, the great patron of the Holy Spirit is not something you can speculate. I don't see in you the respect of the Holy Spirit that it deserves. I am afraid that this will lose the favor of the Holy Spirit. ”

"I'm sorry, Father!" Alice's gaze radiated with awe, "I have the god to whom I swore allegiance, and he is more powerful and wiser. ”

"Nonsense!" Jensley's face trembled with anger, "A made-up god, a false god that doesn't exist in any account." Not worthy of being compared to the Providence of the Holy Spirit!"

Gensley, who had preached the mercy of the Holy Spirit all his life, finally put aside his mildness in the face of the inferior infidels, and held the silver Holy Spirit Ankh on his chest in his hand, and said in a fierce tone: "Any pagan who denies the patronage of the Holy Spirit and believes in false gods is not worthy of the Holy Spirit! Only those who are strong-willed and full of trust in the Holy Spirit can be protected by the Holy Spirit." ”

Alice was not suppressed by his momentum in the slightest, and faced everyone confidently in a louder voice: "So, let's take a gamble!

This kid still has a lot of leadership temperament. Qin Song, who had been paying attention to Alice, thought that he was indeed from an aristocratic background, and at the critical moment, that kind of contempt was completely released.

As for those who are visited by the Holy Spirit...... At least in the game setting, it is the god of the Church of the Holy Spirit, and the cultists use the seven holy weapons he gave them to nourish the power of the Holy Spirit and can be promoted to the rank of Holy Spirit Knight. However, the number of Holy Spirit Knights is very small, and they are basically concentrated in the Holy Spirit Cathedral in the royal capital, and there are only rumors about their existence in the early and middle stages of the game, and they have not actually shown up, and their strength is unknown.

The gods of the ancients are all old cowards behind the scenes. Qin Song was extremely suspicious that the so-called Holy Spirit Favorer was also an ancient god who was dressed in a cloak of light and harvested faith in the world, but he was hidden deeper and more insidious.

One day, all the Elder Gods will surface for the final battle.

Believers are a very important resource for Qin Song, and they are related to the number of witches. Spreading the name of the majestic Crem will indirectly affect the undiscovered girls with witch qualities, allowing them to accumulate faith in advance without having to fool them one by one, which would be a waste of his energy.

Scurvy was a fitting opportunity, and Alice chose to bet with Pastor Gensley that if successful, those who were cured would remember his gifts and God's name and spread it.

Alice's impassioned and eloquent words reminded Carrick of a secret about Alice, and he made a decision in an instant.

"Alice, Carrick wants to believe you!"

"Uncle Carrick, thank you for your trust. The gods will not fail you!" Alice breathed a sigh of relief and looked at those who were hesitating: "I give you the power to choose freely. Father, it's still me!"

"Hug ...... I'm sorry. Mistress Alice, I ...... I still choose a priest. ”

"I'm really sorry, Mistress Alice. I also choose a priest. ”

"Also...... And me. ”

"I ......"

The Saint-Spirit's patrons have a deep foundation, God's name is more widely known, and Father Gensley is more holy and trustworthy. Alice was disappointed by the result, and most of them chose the priest, and the only one who was willing to believe her was Karrick.

"Uncle Karrick, I won't disappoint you. ”

"Alice. Karrick looked at the child, and a confident temperament began to develop on her face, and she began to grow up, which made him feel gratified: "Let it go." ”

Alice almost trotted all the way back to the room, looking at the basket full of wild fruits and vegetables, these foods are the fruits of the majestic Crem for the continuation of life, so let them show their original value.

Eat!

But before eating, there is something that needs to be done – mixing.

Telling the old maid Mary to find a knife, a mortar, and a pestle in the kitchen, Alice locked the door tightly and devoted herself to the research and development of the antidote.

In order to ensure the effectiveness of the antidote, Alice did not even dare to remove the peel and pit, so she cut it into small pieces, put it in a stone mortar and mashed it, then put it in a clay bowl and mix it, and stirred it well with a stick.

"Hoo ......"

After all the work, his fair forehead was covered with sweat, and his wrists were extremely sore. But a confident smile appeared on Alice's face.

The operation is complete.

The finished product is a large jar of flowery and thick juice, which mixes together with sweet and sour, forming a very subtle and very peculiar fragrance.

When she came to the barn with a large jar of antidote, there was a heart-rending cry in her ears, like a lamb slaughtered at a festival, desperate and helpless, deafening.

In the makeshift lab, fenced with linen in the corner of the barn, a table was set up as an operating table, on which a sailor who had undressed lay and was fastened with rope to prevent him from struggling to endure the pain.

The old-eyed Gensley was holding a silver knife and was slicing off a bruise on his chest. He was no longer young, and he had lost precise control of his hands. The sharp silver knife pierced the skin, the blood splattered, and the writhing body made the already trembling silver knife constantly move back and forth in the flesh.

This is not surgery at all, but a bloody cut. The plank that the sailor had in his mouth had long since fallen to the side, his face was hideous, and he let out a sharp cry of bitterness.

"Oh my God, let me die!"

"Kill me!"

"Please!"

The screams of pain echoed in the empty barn, making the scalps of the patients in the barn tingle, chills all over, and unspeakable fear radiating from their eyes.