"The glory of God blesses us with us in overcoming that terrible curse and guiding us lost lambs, Amen!"

On the almsgiving platform, the archbishop with a solemn face raised his hands and looked up at the position diagonally above him, as if he had seen a miracle appear in the world.

Below, the people of Rome were also religious, and they folded their hands and recited the blessings with the archbishop, asking God to bless the city and drive away all those terrible diseases, pestilences or curses from their side.

"Whatever it is, it will never enter Rome, which is the land that God protects, and God's eyes are always on it." After the almsgiving, the archbishop swore an oath, then declared the ceremony over, turned and walked to the rear.

A few priests with money boxes and indulgences in their hands hurriedly walked into the crowd, and the pious citizens immediately gathered around them, and they took gold coins from their money bags and threw them into the money box in the priest's hand.

"Give me, get me one."

"I want it too, I want three, thank you, Father."

Citizens rushed for indulgences, and the coins clanged when they landed in the cash boxes.

The more disasters break out, the easier the indulgences are to sell, and the income from the purchase and sale of indulgences in one month alone is equivalent to the achievement of an entire year in previous years.

Moreover, there are some ways to choose the audience this time, these people are the wealthy families in the city of Rome, and it is easier to get more gold coins from them.

As for the poor who have no money, no matter how much they believe in God, they are not qualified to enter here.

Father Martin Luther was also in the crowd, but he did not participate in the purchase and sale of indulgences, but sat on the steps with a small notebook and wrote on the steps.

He was documenting the deeds of indulgences in the hope of giving more prestige to the church and even finding some conclusive evidence of their usefulness.

One of the cardinals in the Holy See heard about this and gave Martin Luther great support, making it easy for him to visit wherever there was a purchase and sale of indulgences.

The other priests and believers didn't care about this strange fellow, in their opinion, it was not enough to take the money, and it was a bit unwise for Martin to just sit and watch others make money, and write down the story of the money.

"Hahaha, look at that fool Martin Luther, what the hell do you think he's writing? Is he crazy? In the crowd, a tall priest with a gloomy face spoke.

A priest next to him also let out a sneer when he heard this, but he didn't say much.

Eventually, hundreds of indulgences were sold out, and the cash box was filled, requiring even two people to move it.

The devout citizens and believers received indulgences, and all of them went out beaming, ready to return home to give the good news. As for those who do not get, they are depressed and in fear.

At this time, indulgences had become a popular item in Rome, as it was rumored that having one indulgence in the family would save the whole family from the Black Death.

This statement was so widespread that the whole city, from the nobility to the poor people in the kilns, was convinced.

Whenever a question was raised, a zealot of believers would immediately come forward and give a flood of examples of the usefulness of indulgences, all at the time and place, as if the fanatics themselves were there.

If the man did not listen to the advice, he was called a heretic and was escorted to the court by a large group of people, or he was simply burned at the stake.

Just in case, there is always a chance in everything...... If the indulgence really didn't work, and the person who bought it didn't avoid the Black Death, the problem must not be the indulgence, but the person's lack of faith, or some vicious sin in private, which caused God to punish him.

Faith, hehe, faith!

Even if you are the most famous elder in a city, your wisdom is like a spring of water for your neighbors, and you can write a book of good deeds, but you are not protected by indulgences...... That's it, it's completely over.

All your reputation will collapse, and people will say that you are a sanctimonious villain, who usually acts like a pretend, and in private you must be a sinister and cunning person who has committed countless unknown sins.

These are just a drop in the ocean, and countless bizarre and bizarre things that make people listen to them and even don't know what expressions they can make, are happening all over Italy, and the center of the events is Rome.

Some of the events were recorded by Martin Luther in his little book, which he titled: The Book of Redemption.

It is simply ridiculous that indulgences, which are meant to be used to atone for sin, will be invalid because of the sin of ungodliness in the user's faith.

It's just that Father Martin Luther didn't notice this, and the angle from which he recorded events, although not fanatical, was generally biased towards the church.

"How could indulgences be useless." Sometimes, Father Martin Luther would mumble to himself in a somewhat confused tone, but that was about it.

After all, to see the essence of indulgences, it is necessary to completely overturn the knowledge he has built up over more than 20 years, and it is not easy to finally take this step.

And the first to discover the uselessness of indulgences was naturally not Father Martin Luther, but the Minister of Imperial Defense who was standing in the center of the Council of Rome at the moment, impatient.

"Bullshit, if these damned priests are useful, how can the disease spread to Rome!" The Minister of Defense roared angrily in his heart, but the expression on his face did not change.

On the seats above the hall sat the Pope, dressed in pale gold robes, flanked by four cardinals, one of whom was Mordesar.

The other is Cardinal Samael, who is nearly seventy years old and the father of Count Mead, who is the chief of cardinals, second only to the Pope, and is also the bishop of the diocese of Italy, a true elector of the Church.

The Minister of Defense stood below, reporting on the situation of the resistance to the Black Death, and his status was not as good as that of the big men in the Holy See, so his tone was very respectful.

Dirmit stood behind the Minister of Defense, his collar pulled up to cover the spider-shaped scar on his neck, and if the Minister of Defense forgot something, or omitted something important, he would add to it. Other than that, most of the time he was indifferent.