Qin Ran, who walked out of the light, raised his hand and waved a piece of light. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The deadly plague quickly dissipated in this white light.

The unconscious man woke up.

They looked around blankly, saw their relatives, and saw Qin Ran with a glorious body.

At the same time, they recalled everything.

Pestilence!

It was the plague that made them unconscious.

And now?

They feel completely well.

Not only is the brain no longer drowsy, but the body also seems to be full of vitality.

Was it the one who saved them?

Looking at Qin Ran in the light, the rescued person was extremely grateful in his heart.

Especially an old man with a gray beard.

After experiencing the other party in the old era, hovering on the edge of life and death, looking at Qin Ran, who was still extremely sacred even though he was dressed in a black robe, his childhood memories suddenly emerged.

At that time, there were many characters like Qin Ran, who always stood up in the face of disasters and rescued people like him.

But at some point, such people quickly disappeared.

The elders say that God has given up on this place.

The wise man said that God is nothing.

The nobles said that the people should be ruled by them.

……

Countless remarks flooded that era.

Each one hails itself as a wise man and thinks he can represent everything.

Can finally?

The winner says it.

The dawn is gone.

Gone.

All that remains is post-war reconstruction.

Bloody.

Covered with bones.

It was a day that people couldn't and didn't want to remember.

It's like longing for the light of childhood.

Right now!

The light appeared again.

The old man looked at Qin Ran under the radiance, and his eyes couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Miracles!"

"It's a miracle!"

"The goddess of dawn has not given up on us!"

"Even if we forget the grace of the goddess, at the last moment, the goddess is still willing to send a messenger to redeem us!"

The old man shouted.

God, it's back!

No, God never left!

Look at the messenger of the gods bathed in light, it was a brighter, stronger, yet gentle light than he remembered.

Unconsciously, the old man knelt on one knee.

"Honorable and merciful Bernadette, please forgive the lost child."

"He's wrong, he's returned."

"You are watching the children of the world in the kingdom of God."

"He will do what you want."

"God, love the world!"

The old man's chant resounded all around.

Opple was the first to join in.

Moreover, the expression is pious.

Wasn't that the miracle he had been hoping for?

Heal those infected by the plague and make them healthy.

Now it's all happening.

What other doubts does he have?

"Benevolent Bernadette ......"

Op began to pray.

Compared with the old man who relied on memory, Op who followed the old nun was undoubtedly more proficient, complete in prayer, and standardized in action.

With a solemn sense of ceremony.

Those who woke up from a coma already had respect for the old man when they heard the old man's shout.

At this moment, when he saw Opple's movements, he subconsciously prayed along.

As a doctor, Op has an extraordinary reputation among this group of people.

But what really made these people make a choice was Qin Ran in the glory.

Having grown up completely in the new era of aristocracy, they have no idea about the so-called mystical side, nor do they understand what everything in front of them represents.

Mystery and life-saving grace are intertwined.

A mixed sense of awe began to appear in the hearts of all people.

But there are exceptions.

The little girl, when her parents came to their senses, stopped crying and just looked at Qin Ran with clear eyes.

"Can you help my mom?"

The little girl asked suddenly.

An abrupt sentence, in the midst of prayers, is extremely conspicuous.

Immediately, it attracted everyone's attention.

The sound of the prayer was all in one place.

It was then discovered that the little girl's mother had scars on her face and hands - from the cracks of the plague that had burst open.

It's not deadly, but it makes people look hideous and ugly.

Then, people's eyes looked at Qin Ran.

Under the gaze of everyone, Qin Ran walked over.

"This, this adult, my daughter is just ......"

A slightly panicked voice sounded from the mouth of the girl's parents, especially the mother, who prayed to Qin Ran regardless of the pain of the scar.

Then, the light appeared.

A gentler, healing glow allowed the ugly scars on the mother's face and hands to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Not only this mother, but also people under the shroud of light, can feel the changes in themselves.

The body is becoming more and more energetic, and the spirit is becoming more and more abundant.

[Technique of Holy Light]!

Unlike the [Healing Technique], which can only restore injuries, the [Holy Light Technique] also has the effect of slowly restoring health.

Although it can't achieve the effect of 'instantaneous', the scene in front of me is enough.

Those who only have doubts in their hearts, in the face of such a scene, also put aside the last bit of doubt.

The sound of the prayer grew louder and louder after a pause.

"Are you an angel of God?"

The little girl saw her mother who had returned to normal, and asked with a smile thinking about Qin Ran.

"Hmm."

Qin Ran nodded.

White lies are sometimes essential.

"Can I come to you, then?"

"I'll give you my cookies!"

The little girl's childlike words have a sincerity that adults don't have, and there will be no so-called utilitarianism, and they are willing to share snacks with you, which means that they treat you as a friend.

It's a simple, straightforward rule.

But it will become complicated and tortuous with the passage of time.

Once something is added, it will be full of falsehood.

Qin Ran lowered his head and looked at the little girl's eyes without any impurities, and nodded again.

"Okay!"

Suddenly, the little girl let out a joyful cheer.

In such cheers, Qin Ran looked at Opple.

"Are all the plague-infected patients here?"

Qin Ran asked.

Now that he has already made a move, Qin Ran does not plan to leave any sequelae.

"These patients are ordinary people, so they came to us for help, and there are some ......"

Opple's words were not finished, but the meaning could not have been more obvious.

The people who can find this place are ordinary people.

Those who are well-off have their own personal doctors and the like.

"Opple, would you like to help me deliver the message?"

"Let all those who have contracted the plague come to St. Paul's School."

Qin Ran said.

"Willing to help."

Opple bowed respectfully.

"My lord, we're willing to help!"

"yes, and us!"

"Please let us do the best for you!"

The people around who heard Qin Ran's words immediately spoke one after another.

"Thank you, then."

"I'm going to treat every person I see who has been infected by the plague here."

Faced with such a request, Qin Ran did not refuse.

Similarly, Qin Ran did not break his promise.

He waited quietly at the entrance of St. Paul's School, curing one plague after another of the patients who had been sent in.

At first, the families of those infected with the plague were skeptical.

Some also maliciously speculate whether it is a trap to establish a 'quarantine zone'.

But as time went on, more and more people were cured, and they all became convinced.

So more people came to the entrance of St. Paul's School.

They saw Qin Ran, who was shrouded in brilliance.

They heard the constant sound of prayer.

They join in.

From the beginning of a hundred, two hundred, three hundred......

After that, a thousand, two thousand, three thousand......

When the moment before dawn comes.

Ten thousand people gathered.