Russell. Padraic, a successful businessman, had more wealth than most nobles by the time he was thirty-two, but as a smart man, Russell was already aware of his dangerous situation.

He's a transcendent, but from the player's point of view, he's just a mage no more than level five, and he's of little use other than being able to put on an ice circle in the summer.

Relying on his personal strength, Russell could not protect his property at all, so Russell chose another path and became a believer in Lady Waukin.

At the age of thirty-two, Russell donated half of his wealth and became a pastor of the Bank, and then, in just a few years, with his talent and sense of smell in the business field, Russell not only got back the assets he donated that year, but also achieved the small goal of doubling his assets.

With the birth of the Europa Empire, the Church of Waugene began to carry out internal reforms, and Russell, who had already been a priest at the time, seized the opportunity again and spent a lot of money to hire a teacher in the financial industry among the foreigners to teach him.

When the Vorking Church decided to form the Vorquin Bank, Russell quickly rose to prominence as the highest-performing pastor in his area.

In just a few months, the Bank of Wojin became a financial monster in the Old World, and Russell also soared one after another, becoming the pastor of Wojin in one fell swoop, one of the seventy-two people with the highest power in the entire Wojin Church.

And all this, Russell only took fourteen years, and the forty-six-year-old Russell was not the youngest pastor of the Vorking Church, but he was definitely one of the people who took the shortest time to become a Virgin pastor.

Russell was undoubtedly a smart man, and smart people tend to find problems in certain details.

This time the sudden meeting of the Acting Saint Coin Owner was undoubtedly a sudden anomaly, Russell observed the reactions of others throughout the process, Russell was very sure of the crisis in the mouth of the Holy Coin Owner, and some people had already known about it.

At the same time, he was also very sure that the Church of Wojin would be targeted by the Harpist Organization, so there must be some secret hidden behind it, and such a secret was not even known to a priest like him.

So Russell became wary of the Church of Working and even Ms. Worgin, and when the so-called secret forces sent by the church arrived at the Temple of Fortune that he was in charge of, Russell chose to let a stand-in approach.

It was a dead soldier raised by Russell at a great price, his body was not much different from him, and his facial features were permanently disguised into his own appearance by magic, and Russell often hid behind his back to let a stand-in appear on various occasions in his place.

This caution saved Russell's life, and he witnessed in the chamber as the black-clad secret members of the Church of Workin took off their hoods, revealing half-rotten faces, and countless foul-smelling tentacles spread along the underside of the cloak, killing his stand-in.

Then one of the Coverts, little by little, eats the body of the stand-in, and takes a few seconds to become 'Russell', learning to speak in Russell's voice.

The real Russell stumbled out of the Temple of Fortune along the secret passage, and when the bright sun outside shone on his face, he only felt a chill all over his body, and he didn't know where to go.

In the afternoon of the same day, the temple of wealth in the city suddenly opened its doors and took out all the food and money from its reserves, announcing Ms. Workin's latest will: "The church in Waujin will eliminate the gap between the rich and the poor, and the money and materials of the church in Workin will be shared with the people of the city, and all people can take their wealth 'their own' from the temple of wealth." ”

Russell also saw that one by one, the familiar but in fact unfamiliar Wojin clergymen carried bags of gold and silver coins, and threw them along the street, and those precious metal coins smashed into the homes of ordinary people with a pleasant collision sound.

Of course, Russell, the rich man, knew that a bag full of gold coins would weigh at least twenty kilograms, but these clergymen, who could not carry them on their shoulders and hands on weekdays, carried four or five bags like Hercules.

Russell continued to run away like a lost dog, trying to avoid the priests who distributed the wealth, but his increasingly weak body held him back.

Cold sweat continued to flow from Russell's body, taking away all his strength, his forehead was hot like a boiler, and the nosebleed could not be stopped running down his cheeks.

When Russell finally saw the city gate in the distance, some of the soldiers there were already kneeling on the ground, spitting out blood with the remains of internal organs, while others had their bellies bulging high, their armor torn apart, and the skin on their bellies was only a thin layer, almost translucent, as if a needle could detonate it.

Russell left the city almost on his stomach, but outside the city, large tracts of farmland withered, and the merchants on both sides of the road fell to the ground in pieces, and flies bigger than soybeans buzzed around the ground.

They also looked at Russell with bad intentions, as if they were thinking that he was not dying fast enough and delaying them from eating.

Russell silently opened his mouth and wanted to shout loudly, but half of his teeth fell out of his half-open mouth, and even his saliva was green and sticky phlegm.

Several huge flies seemed to be unable to wait for Russell to die naturally, and they rushed into Russell's mouth in swarms, filling his belly little by little, until the belly was high and raised, and Russell swallowed his last breath in pain.

The plague flies excitedly pecked at Russell's internal organs and flesh from the inside out, and finally burst out of the body, buzzing and flying away.

At this time, behind Russell, the city he called home had been reduced to a dead land, pale green poisonous gases filled the sky, and the rich stench obscured the original smell of the city.

A large number of corpses were piled up all over the city, and the corrupted people dressed in the clothes of the Church of Waukin, walked slowly through the streets, picking and turning over the corpses on the ground, and when they came across those suffering from rare diseases, they would stop to study them carefully-

He cut a tumor and transplanted it into his chin, she dug up a piece of scabies and planted it in her wound, he took out a severely purulent liver and chewed and swallowed it, spit out the original blackened and deteriorated part of himself to complete the replacement, and she pulled out a pair of eyes full of sarcomas and stuffed them into her own eye sockets.

It's a carnival feast for the plague walkers, and the whole city is their buffet hall.

This tragedy continues to happen in the Old World, and the Harpists are already doing their best to stop it, but Lady Wauching and the Church of Workin are more determined than they thought, and once they find out that they have been exposed, they will not hesitate to sacrifice the entire Worquin Church in exchange for the spread of the plague of Nurgle.