To alleviate the suffocating feeling, he began to look around, wanting to know more about the story of the indulgence.

To do this, he began to wander around, to all the places in crisis, to find the stories of indulgences, from which he wanted to draw proof from God.

Even if what he saw was all negative events, he still didn't want to believe it, just persistently looking for the only hope.

When he was in a hurry, he seemed to forget about the pain in his body, and just relied on the strength in his heart to move forward persistently.

It's just that the more he sees and writes, the more it seems to show that one thing ---- God and does not exist.

"How is this possible!" One day, Father Luther finally got tired of the pressure and fell to his knees weeping bitterly while looking up to the heavens and chanting the name of Jehovah for some revelation.

However, there was nothing, except that the next day, when he continued on his journey, a heavy rain fell on him, and he was drenched in cold to the heart.

"Why...... Why are indulgences useless and why? Does God really not exist? These days, this question has been haunting his mind, and at one point it was about to destroy his inner conviction and attachment.

He had spent the past twenty years serving God devoutly and was prepared to dedicate his life to God, but now he suddenly realized that God could not exist, and one can imagine the impact on his heart.

At last, the poor young man, lost his way, wandered around like a ghost all day.

However, he is still recording the story related to the indulgence, which seems to have become a spontaneous instinct of the body, and has become the only basis for his life, but the comments written at the back have gradually become more objective, and at the same time seem a little messy.

Just recently, another incident happened before his eyes, it was a family of three, a kind middle-aged woman, a simple farmer, and their lovely blonde boy, who was only ten years old, and the boy's eyes were as bright as black pearls.

They lived in a small village on the southern edge of San Marino and once took in Father Luther for one night, and the priest was so impressed by their kindness and friendliness that there was no evidence that they were ungodly believers.

When news of the illness came, the farmer took out all his savings ---- ten kild coins and bought a indulgence from a priest who was passing by.

All these things happened in the eyes of Martin Luther, who was now wearing tattered clothes, and did not look like a priest at all, but more like a beggar.

The family of three received indulgences, and even though they had no sins to atone for, they were very happy in their hearts and lived a peaceful life in that small village.

The disease arrived, and the first patient appeared in the village.

Three days later, black spots began to appear on the bodies of all three members of the family.

Father Luther knew this spot, and in this place it was called: the coat of arms of death.

With this mark, it means that death has set its sights on you, and death is imminent.

Sure enough, another three days passed, and the body of the blonde boy gradually cooled and hardened in his father's arms, closing those black pearl-like eyes forever.

His father then died, his chin resting on the blonde boy's forehead, with a look of guilt and apology on his face, as if to apologize to his own child for not allowing him to grow up and see the beauty of the world.

The mother was the last to die, and at the last moment of her life, the woman showed her awe-inspiring will, dragging the bodies of her husband and children with her seriously ill body and placing them in a prepared burial pit.

Then, as she herself lay inside, she smiled pleadingly at Father Luther and slowly closed her eyes.

Father Luther witnessed the whole process, and it was as if his whole being was in a state of numbness, and he could no longer make any expression on his face.

He understood the meaning of the peasant woman's request, and after a night's effort, Father Luther sprinkled with his own hands the dirt that had been piled up beside him on the body of the family of three, covering their cold, stiff corpses.

Finally, Father Martin Luther erected a wooden plank in front of the grave as a tombstone, and in front of their grave, he tore the indulgence that he had bought with so much money into pieces and rubbed it into the soil of the grave.

He forgot what mood he was in when he left, he only remembered that he had written the whole story of the matter in the book of redemption, and this time, he did not write any comments, but left a long list of ink spots behind.

Martin Luther didn't know what to write, and he had lost the power to comment on what was happening in front of him.

Time passed, and finally, he came to Florence, and tragedy, too, came to Florence.

There are also many people here who have indulgences, but their faith in them has obviously weakened, and they have begun to prepare for other ways to survive besides them.

At this time, Dirmit ordered a notice to be posted in the city, which wrote some information about the Black Death and the corresponding countermeasures.

Father Luther also saw the notice, but he was not interested in the contents of the notice, but on the signature at the bottom of the notice.

Seeing this name, a light suddenly appeared in Father Luther's confused eyes, his brain seemed to start working again, and the corners of his mouth muttered: "Eugen...... Has Count Eugen returned? ”

Beginning with the first word 'Eugen' and ending with the chanting, Father Luther's mood changed dramatically, and tears flowed down his face.

He still remembered that it was Eugen who asked him to record these things related to indulgences, that is, it was Eugen who unveiled the dark curtain that hung in front of his eyes and made his eyes see the truth.

But now, after seeing the truth, Father Luther fell into infinite confusion, and even his own mind almost collapsed.

In this case, the only thing he could beg for was Eugen's help, so the moment he saw Eugen's name, a strong thought suddenly appeared in Father Luther's heart, and he was eager to go to Eugen at once and question him about everything related to this matter.

If Eugen couldn't tell him that answer, Father Luther felt that he might die there directly, or he might be delirious from now on, and in any case, the old Father Luther would never exist again.

Thinking of this, Father Luther did not stop for a moment, and walked directly towards the city gates, on the road to Venice.