In the middle of the night, a dark curtain hangs in the dim starry sky, and the blazing bonfire is blown by the wind, making sparse sounds, and occasionally the sound of unconcealed pain echoes quietly.

Stepping on the soft grass, Abda slightly straightened his black cloak and walked out of the quiet caravan camp behind him.

No matter how much you are reluctant to give up the wealth and members you have accumulated in recent years, as long as others are there, there is hope for everything and the hope of rising again.

Abda looked up at the waning moon in the night, and slowly lowered his head, holding the golden badge given by the Temple of Wealth in his hand, a pale golden glow flowing.

Each trading caravan under the name of the Temple of Fortune received a badge engraved with the goddess of wealth, symbolizing protection by the Temple of Wealth.

And the price paid is 30% of the wealth gained from each trade.

"May the goddess of wealth bless the devout believers!" Abda muttered in a low voice, his face a little pale.

He had never been so firm in his belief in the goddess of wealth, in the obverse engraved in the obverse of the vague goddess wearing a golden crown.

Because at dusk, something strange happened in the camp, and several mercenaries and their followers who were infected with the disease died suddenly.

It was to die in a way that seemed extremely terrifying.

The green pustules that covered the body were scratched, and the stench of pain rolled to the ground, and the foul smell filled the air.

[Intermediate Spell: Fade Invising]!

Taking advantage of the moonlight, Abda endured the pain of using one of the spell scrolls in his collection.

Pale blue magical energy enveloped Abuda's form, gradually merging with its surroundings, and if you didn't look closely, you couldn't tell if there was a person standing there.

Hiding from several vigilant sentinels, Abda quietly came out, his expression slightly relaxed.

Looking back at the camp in the moonlight, in a trance, it was as if he saw a silent green beast, saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth, wanting to devour all the caravans.

Frightened, he hurried out of the camp, but did not notice that someone was silently following behind him.

"The believers of the Temple of Fortune really have a way!"

"Is this a preparation to leave everything behind? Traveling to Valoran Territory alone? Luckily, I noticed. ”

"So, how about taking me one!"

The shadows of the night are mottled, the pale moonlight flows, and the faint footsteps crush the grass.

......................

"The believers of the Temple of Fortune ask for help?"

Inside the simple camp, a stone room belonging to the Temple of Fortune.

As if sensing something, Isda frowned slightly, it was a golden badge engraved with the goddess of wealth and given to the nominal trade caravans, and the fluctuations came from outside the camp.

"At this time, it's a little difficult to do!" Isda knows that there is a clear distinction between primary and secondary, Valoran is the lord, and the temple of wealth is the guest.

If you don't get the plague, you can bring him in, but if you get the plague......

Wait a minute!

Isda's eyes flashed with inexplicable emotion, sometimes hesitant, sometimes tangled, sometimes determined.

Eventually, he put on a black robe and quietly left the room.

......................

The dry blood-colored plains reflected a little starlight, and Abda stood quietly in place, the effect of [Intermediate Spell: Fade] had not yet dissipated, and the whole person was hidden in the night.

The quiet atmosphere slowly descended, and he looked at the brightly lit stone camp not far away, and his heart was full of emotions.

He was waiting, the badge of fortune had been touched, and he didn't know if anyone would come.

It's just that it's been a little long, is it giving up?

"Damn, I shouldn't have handed over so many golden shields to the Temple of Wealth, it's useless at the critical moment." Manic emotions surfaced on Abuda's face.

But he still had self-control, and he didn't make a sound, his clenched fists shrinking into the black cloak.

Suddenly, Abda raised his head, as if he heard the sound of footsteps, his eyes trembled, he slightly released his fists, and stood respectfully waiting.

"Our Lord is always watching the believers, do not give up your faith!" Gentle voices came out of the night.

The moonlight poured down, and a figure in a black robe could be faintly seen strolling towards him.

When Abda saw the face of the comer, he bowed his head respectfully and praised: "The light of my lord shines on me." ”

"Greetings to Abda, Bishop Isda!"

"I have heard of you, Gentleman of Abda, the first merchant to follow in the footsteps of my lord towards Valoran!" Isda said with a smile on her face and a nod of her head.

"And your eldest son, very good, has the opportunity to become a Templar Knight."

"So, do you need any help with using the Wealth Badge this time?"

"I want to go back to Valoran!" Abda looked at Bishop Isda and said firmly. "If I could, I would like to lead my merchant group to ......."

Isda raised her right hand, motioned for him to stop, and said with a gentle smile, "Of course, it's just... I need to do a test! ”

As if remembering something, his gaze wandered around his surroundings: "Did you come alone?" ”

"Yes, Bishop Isda." Abuda's face was puzzled, but he was honest.

"I have some words that I can't afford to be heard..... Istarwin smiled, the cold color in his eyes flickering.

"Get out!"

He looked out into the shadows, a blinding golden glow glinting in the palm of his hand.

[Intermediate Spell: Mage's Hand]!

The pale golden handprint appeared out of thin air more than ten meters away, and grabbed it fiercely in the shadow land, and the surging magical energy suddenly surged.

"Wait, Bishop Isda, I am willing to be a believer in the Temple of Fortune......." A pot-bellied figure suddenly emerged from the shadows, and the pale face of panic was covered with cold sweat.

"I am willing to give the caravan of wealth ......"

[Intermediate Divine Technique: Light of Punishment]!

A faint golden sword solidified in the night sky, and immediately turned into a sharp man, slashing at the peeping figure.

"No !!"

Before the terrible voice could be heard, it was completely annihilated in the golden sword.

The cold wind of the night was blowing, and he woke up Abda, who was trembling slightly in his heart at this moment, and he recognized the pot-bellied figure.

It's the guy who embarrassed him in front of everyone before dusk.

Is this a warning? Or is it a threat?

"Alright, now we can have a good conversation!" Istar looked at the shrewd middle-aged man in front of him, clearly saw the cold sweat on his forehead, and said with a relaxed expression.

"Explain a few more words to you, because there is a plague spreading in the western region of Silverpine Province, so I need to do a test!"

"Plague? How can it be? We don't see any signs of the plague spreading! Abda exclaimed, fear on his face.

The plague, not only for the nobles and the temple, is a troublesome thing.

For ordinary people, especially caravans and mercenaries who run outside all year round, they are synonymous with calamity.

It may be ruined!

"No, you saw it!" Isda's expression was gentle, and the words he spoke with an inexplicable voice soothed the emotions of Abda in front of him.

Whew~Whew~Whew!

Abda gasped as he remembered what had happened in the camp at dusk, the shattered dark green pustules, and the tragic deaths of the mercenaries and their men.

"No, it won't, then...... It's really... Plague? Abuda raised his head, looked at Bishop Isda in front of him, and said helplessly.

He hoped to reach a negative conclusion, but .......

"What you see is a spreading plague!" Isda nodded slightly and said in a deep voice.

The cold words completely shattered the illusions of the believers of the Temple of Fortune.

A faint golden glow covered his right hand and gently placed it on Abda's shoulder: "I'm sorry, you've been with those infected with the plague for too long and you've been infected!" ”

"This outbreak of the plague is difficult to disperse directly, you need to go to the temple to make it possible to ......"

He lied.

Slightly infected plagues can be forcibly dispelled by divine magic, and only those who are deeply infected need to go to the temple.

"Help me.... Help me... Bishop Istada, please.... Help me, I can give all the wealth in my name! ”

Abda's tone was full of pity, his once shrewd face turned pale and weak, and muddy tears dripped down his cheeks in the blood-red grassland.

"Woo... Whining... I don't want to die...."

With a gentle smile on her face, Isda looked at the superb performance in front of her, oh, it should be said that it was a 'catharsis' with her own emotions.

"Make a deal!"

"The Temple of Fortune wants to make a deal with you."

"About the plague, about your family."

"For example, your eldest son, I heard that he is a devout disciple of the Temple of Wealth, maybe the position of Templar Knight is really suitable for him."

Silence pervades, gradually dissipating the movement around them.

The pale weakness of Abuda's face vanished, the tears that flowed slowly wiped away, and he stared at Isda flatly, a flame burning in his heart.

"How can I trust you!"

He did not refuse, nor did he have the right to refuse, the power and terrifyingness of the Temple of Fortune in the Grand Duchy of Tambefasa was far beyond everyone's imagination.

As a merchant who has lived in the Grand Duchy of Tambefarsa for decades, Abda knows this all too well.

Otherwise, they will not 'become' the believers of the Temple of Fortune, and each trade will have to be extremely respectful to 'offer' 30% of the wealth obtained.

"Make a covenant, in the name of my lord!" Isda smiled suddenly, this time a real smile, a smile from the heart.

The task assigned by His Majesty Amber is about to be completed!

"Deal!"

A low, desperate voice drifted away in the bleak night.