The followers of Ciric brought more than a dozen 'communions,' but the first hot water and hot bread were the most timely.

When Zhou Qingfeng came back with food, the little girl who was cowering on the corner of the street was already on the verge of death. He put the hot tin kettle under the other man's thin cotton coat to maintain his body temperature, and when he woke up, he sent the toasted bread over.

The child had food, and he didn't even have the strength to say thank you. Instinctively, she ate bread and drank hot water, trying to fill her belly - the hot food had saved the poor life.

The follow-up sacrament was also sent by Zhou Qingfeng. Some of the communions are served with elaborate trays and cutlery, and even come with drinks and desserts. This is too extravagant to imagine in the bitter cold of the Black Forest.

The large tray was used by Zhou Qingfeng to shield the little girl from the cold wind, and the wine was used as fuel, poured on a few pieces of rotten wood on the corner of the street, and lit to provide some warmth. The rest is used as reserve food, so that the child can eat a few more good meals.

Regaining some spirits, the little girl finally had the strength to speak. She looked up at the night sky and asked weakly, "The kind Samaritan who brought the food, aren't you really a god?" ”

"No, I'm certainly not a god. I'm just a mortal like you. Zhou Qingfeng sighed lightly and asked, "Why do you want me to be a god?" ”

"I have heard that the gods will grant any wish of the believer. I hope that a god will come and help me and bring my mother back to life. I miss my mom so much, but she's dead.

Before my mother died, she said that she wanted to go to a place where there was no hunger and cold, but I must find a way to live. But I just want to be with my mother, I can't live anymore. ”

Alas, ......, Zhou Qingfeng was speechless when he heard it, and his heart was gloomy.

"What's your name?"

"Sophia."

"How old are you?"

"Nine."

"Where are you staying?"

"Stucco Village."

Zhou Qingfeng asked a few words, and when he heard the 'plaster village', his heart suddenly moved.

"Is there anything special going on in your village?"

"I don't know. A few days ago, the leader of the village, Old Xius, ordered the whole village to be closed, and no unrelated people were allowed to go out. I had no place to live, so I had to hide in a small alley and didn't dare to go out.

If you want to say something special, there may be goblins in the village. Because I smell the peculiar sour smell of goblins, and there are quite a few of them. ”

Apart from these simple circumstances, the little girl Sophia doesn't know anything else.

Zhou Qingfeng comforted the child a few words and cut off contact with her. He looked at the information network in his consciousness space, and suddenly it occurred to him that he might be able to use the food sent by Shirek to contact the poor people in other villages in the Black Forest.

The red stream of prayers is unheeded by the gods, and the people who make similar prayers cannot provide the power of faith that the gods need, but they at least know the general situation of their place, and all they ask for is food and clothing.

"This is the greatest role that the information network can play, which can provide intelligence to me who is currently weak, so that I can grasp the opportunity and take the initiative."

Thinking of this, Zhou Qingfeng was really excited. He said that he would do it, and he used the name of 'Holy Light' to say that he was here to send warmth to the poor, and every time he connected to a certain low-level red information stream, he first said 'The Holy Light fools you'.

Wrong......

The Light bless you!

There are more than a dozen human villages in the Black Forest, with a population of more than 2,000. Among them, there are about half of the powerful adventurers, and there are a large number of ordinary people who are responsible for laundry, cooking, and coolies.

These people want to be armed but not forced, they want to be educated and uneducated, they can basically only do miscellaneous work, and those who are poor will die. The priests of the good gods are too lazy to develop the power of their faith, because they have to go to great lengths to enlighten them first.

Only when the cult believers of the evil gods want to engage in blood sacrifices, they will think of these bottoms that no one cares about.

These low-level people who no one loves are desperate for help, hoping that a god will save them. When a holy light came out, it was simply 'the east is red, the sun is rising', which immediately aroused their psychological resonance.

Zhou Qingfeng deliberately imitated the majesty of Ciric's majestic and high-pressure tone, and appeared in front of the suffering poor with the tone of a superior, and after a few words, he asked where the other party was, what the environment was like, and if there was anything special.

The ignorant fools are either terribly alarmed or overjoyed, and basically ask and answer whatever they want, without concealing anything. If someone tries to lie, Zhou Qingfeng's ability to 'recognize lies' that he has recently acquired will come into play.

The followers of Ciric brought a large amount of communion, and these foods were given to the little girl in part. Zhou Qingfeng kept some of it for himself, and he used it to reward the poor who answered the questions well.

What the true gods bestow on believers are miraculous spells, secret techniques of cultivation, and obscure prophecies. Only Uncle Zhou is the most affordable, and he eats it directly. The poor who received his food were grateful to Dade and shouted praises to the merciful Light.

I just got a tablet for Zhou Qingfeng, and three incense sticks in the morning and evening.

When all the food was delivered, Zhou Qingfeng had already constructed a simple map of human settlements in the Black Forest in his mind. Roads connect 15 villages, scattered within a radius of 10 kilometers.

The number of people in each village, the number of troops, the leader of the village, and the situation are all summarized.

Lu Kansi of White Crow Village also had to spend time and effort sending people to investigate village by village, and this work was easily completed by Zhou Qingfeng.

"The situation is not optimistic."

Five of the fifteen villages have betrayed the Magru tribe, including the stucco village that had trapped the barbarian Todd. Its leader, Old Hughes, is the leader of the betrayers and takes refuge in Bane, the god of tyranny.

Other villages were also in a panic and anxious to find a way out. It's just that the distance between each village is not far, but the roads in the forest are difficult to travel, information communication is inconvenient, and the human forces are basically scattered.

There were one or two hundred people in each village, and it was easy for the enemy to gather forces and break them one by one.

As for when the enemy will start attacking, and from there......

There is a very important piece of information, there are many goblins in the stucco village. Old Hughes had taken refuge in the Magru tribe and could also get supplies through the goblin plank road, and they hoarded a lot of food.

The closest to Stucco Village is Rook Village.

The leaders of the two villages are not good at stubble, and they have accumulated a grudge against each other for many years. It is not surprising to say that Old Hughes wanted the church of Labane and the Magru tribe to be their backers, eradicate the Raven Village in one fell swoop, and become the leader of the human forces in the Black Forest.

"And I ......, what should I do?"

After learning about the current situation in the Black Forest, Zhou Qingfeng woke up from his slumber with a furrowed brow. He used to be a keyboard coolie, and he was really not good at fighting, killing, and never involved in intrigues.

It's hard for him to make a choice between life and death now – it's not a game, and death can be repeated.

It was still dawn, and a few portions of sacrament food were left aside. Zhou Qingfeng first put these reserve foods into his backpack, and held the rusty thin thorn sword, stunned.

"I'm so weak that no matter which side I turn to, I can't survive on my own in the Black Forest. I also don't have the capital, I don't have the strength to win over other people.

In this world of deceit, you have to be careful every step you take. Should I do my best, or should I bear with it? ”