"In addition to selling poisons, antidotes, and medicines, we travel discreetly around Ferron, just to find new diseases and symptoms, and to raise the prestige of the 'mother of epidemics'.

Our efforts are all about gaining respect and for mortals to learn more about diseases and toxins. We care for the sick, bury the dead, or are employed by rulers to protect themselves from disease and poison.

Believers in the 'Mother of Plagues' are not unreasonable. But if anyone dares to expel or punish us, for whatever reason, we will cause a terrible plague in the land and demand a price for this insult. ”

Inside Zhou Qingfeng's office.

Worshippers of the 'Mother of Plagues', Pastor Talona who wanders the Northland, and Mr. Justen, who is a tuberculosis ghost, are talking. Zhou Qingfeng only rolled his eyes when he listened to him, obviously he didn't like such a person to stay in his own territory too much.

Ciric was also saying bad things, "Talona is a weak divine power, its followers have no ability at all, they are just playing with some poison of unknown effect, you don't need to be afraid of it at all."

Because of their long-term exposure to poison and disease, Talona's followers are ugly to death, and no one has ever liked these guys. Just get rid of this guy, you're not welcome at all. ”

Zhou Qingfeng's eyes were about to roll to the sky, and when the 'tuberculosis ghost' Justin finished his tirade, he only knocked on the table and asked, "What can you do for me?" ”

"We can develop poisons and antidotes for you, as well as spread and cure diseases for you. We only need a small space and a small amount of money. ”

Justten could see Zhou Qingfeng's impatience, but he had long been accustomed to the misunderstanding and hatred of the world. He had no intention of settling in the Black Forest, it was all a strong invitation from the dwarf witch doctor Old Borg.

The old gnome was desperately praising Justen's abilities and how skilled he was at extracting poisons and spreading the disease. At the same time, he also mentioned Zhou Qingfeng's 'paralyzing medicine', and praised the young man's rich physiological knowledge and insights.

Zhou Qingfeng is also a happy person. He slapped the table and shouted, "Okay, okay, don't talk nonsense." I don't really like your appearance of 'no human being, no ghost or ghost', and I don't know much about the 'mother of epidemics'. So ......"

Old Borg's heart sank, and the tuberculosis ghost was disappointed.

"So it's impossible to give you much support. In this way, Harmony Village just needs an epidemic prevention station, but no one at my hands understands this work. Mr. Justen, you are here to be the head of the health and epidemic prevention station. The monthly budget cost is fifty gold coins, which cannot be more. ”

What the hell is a health and epidemic prevention station? Does that mean you're willing to contain us?

Justen looked at the old Borg suspiciously, but the old Borg nodded again and again and said happily: "Okay, good, we have fifty gold coins a month, we are very satisfied." ”

"Not enough." Instead, Justen whispered, "Fifty gold is really not enough." I also have friends and apprentices who also need a place to stay. Seventy gold coins a month, and I promise that there will be no poisoning or disease in the village. ”

But Zhou Qingfeng said toughly: "If I say fifty, fifty." Let's see what you're capable of, and if you're all as bad as the old Borg, wouldn't I have spent my money in vain? ”

The old dwarf was persuading Justten to accept it when he saw it, and he almost died of anger when he heard the latter sentence, "Victor, it's so rude for you to belittle me like this." I'm your friend. The people of the Black Forest think that the potions I have refined are very effective. ”

Zhou Qingfeng smiled 'hehe', without the slightest thought of changing his mind, "Mr. Justen, as long as you can keep my villagers from getting sick, keep my subordinates away from poison and plague, and let our small force go further, you will be rewarded."

I welcome you to join us and look forward to your achievements. But I want you to change your outfit. I know you want to be respected, but respect is not earned through misunderstanding and fear, and it does not lead to gratitude and trust. ”

Zhou Qingfeng even took the initiative to stand up and stretched out his hand towards Justen. Beside the young man, Inisha was shocked when she saw this. She reminded in a low voice, "Victor, he is the priest of the 'Mother of Plagues'. He might pass it on to you. ”

Justen himself was stunned, looking at Zhou Qingfeng's outstretched palm and stunned for a long time. He hesitated for a moment before stretching out his dry, wrinkled palm, and laughed at himself with a wry smile: "It's been a long time since anyone has wanted to shake my hand." ”

"Actually, I'm a little scared." Zhou Qingfeng said with a smile, "But I have a little bit of confidence, and I'm willing to give that little bit of trust." Mr. Justten should live up to my trust. ”

"Of course. I'm not a good person, but I have principles. "I'm not going to hurt people who want to respect me." ”

Sophia gave her judgment in the information network, "Brother, the lie has passed." So far, he's not lying. ”

In the presence of everyone, the two hands were gently clasped together, and then separated.

Inisha secretly pinched Zhou Qingfeng and said in a low voice, "You are not allowed to touch me with that hand again tonight." ”

Zhou Qingfeng only smiled at this and said 'yes'. He was well aware that early medical research had developed out of inexplicable witchcraft, and that it had been misunderstood and discriminated against.

For the sake of a diagram of human anatomy, the forerunners of modern medicine even went to steal corpses. Anyone who can study toxins and diseases can become the best doctor at the moment.

There are certainly more mysterious powers in the world of swords and sorcery, but the basic truth remains the same. People like Justten are hated and banished elsewhere, but that doesn't mean their abilities are useless.

Zhou Qingfeng turned his head again, and on the other side of the round table was a necromancer shrouded in black robes. Except for his mummy-like arm, which was wrapped in strips of rotten cloth, there was only a pair of eyes that shone red from within the black robe.

It's an uninvited guy, and no one invites him. He heard about the appearance of the elven ruins, and also heard the story of Harmony Village, and then boarded the carriage from Coldwind City. This guy even used arcane magic to affect the driver's mind, and he didn't pay the fare.

"Sir, identify yourself, and pay the fare by the way. Otherwise, we won't be able to talk. Zhou Qingfeng said. As for Justen, the tuberculosis ghost, he doesn't like the other person's appearance. For this necromancer, he really hated it.

What if everyone gets on the bus and doesn't buy a ticket?

There is no power to drive.

"My name?" The gloomy necromancer quacked, "I've lived too long, and I've used countless names. You can call me by any name. As for the fare? I dare to give, do you dare to take it? ”

Under the black robe, the necromancer stretched out his other hand. It was a monster's arm, furry and covered with dense steel manes, and extremely large and thick. The palm of his hand spreads out, revealing a coin with a strange sheen in the palm of his hand.

The monster's arm shook slightly, and the coin flew up and landed in front of Zhou Qingfeng. As everyone watched, the coin was broken and blurred, but its surface was covered with a layer of light.

When Inisha saw this coin, Huo Ran stood up, pressed her war knife in her hand, and shouted, "Victor, don't touch that damn coin." This guy is 'Soul Dementor' Mondino, who has taken the souls of countless people with this trick. ”