A woman in a floral dress lifted the tent curtains, she wore cheap light makeup, some wrinkles could be seen in the corners of her eyes, and her plump legs were bare under her slender waist, and a pungent and heavy fragrance emanated from her body. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Wine ......" Chet habitually analyzes the identity of the person, "Hotel hostess......"

After lifting the curtain, the woman did not come in directly, but bowed down to invite in the person who followed her. Although her expression was quite anxious, she still didn't dare to urge the other party to go faster.

Syllable...... Syllable...... Syllable......

The sound of footsteps at the same intervals, as precise as the pendulum of a table clock, indicates that the comer is at least above the level of skill.

"Cloth shoes...... No...... It's boots...... Chet couldn't help but think, "The person who is called the messenger of the gods should be a priest, right?, why do priests wear boots?" Even if Chet was just a fake Red Priest, he was very professional in wearing cloth shoes.

A few seconds later, a strange man walked into the tent.

The height of the strange man is about one meter eight, his body is covered in a white robe, and he wears a sun god bracelet on his right wrist, like a white-clothed priest, one level higher than the gray-clothed priest. Under the white robe were small half-sour linen trousers, and on his feet were a pair of black leather boots, the surface of which was stained with mud.

The reason why he is strange is because he does not have a little skin exposed. His hands were adorned with expensive and fine deerskin gloves, which contrasted sharply with his torn trousers, like a man in a robe squatting on the side of the street and nibbling on black bread that dogs would not eat. The head was obscured by a special hood and an iron mask, revealing only a pair of agile and cunning black eyes.

The pair quickly scanned everyone in the tent from the moment they entered the tent, but no one but Chet noticed the glance. For ordinary people, this glance is like a breeze blowing, natural and comfortable. For Chet, it was like a thousand needles piercing his body, and every inch of skin was warning him.

"Master ......" Chet felt a pang in his heart, "The water here is really getting muddy......"

"Ma'am, is this your husband?" the strange man gestured to the Captain lying on the ground, his voice muffled and distorted from under the iron mask, making it impossible to discern his gender. But judging by the flat chest, Chet thinks the weirdo is a man. Suppose the weirdo was a woman...... Chet was willing to observe three minutes of silence for the weirdo.

The proprietress of the hotel, who still had the charm, ran to the side of Wu Chang, shook Wu Chang's hand and said with tears in her eyes: "Yes, Lord Divine Envoy! He is my husband, a devout believer of the Red Religion! When he was at home, he would take me to the temple every week to pay respects, and he would try to find the priests of the army to pray in the barracks!"

"Don't be alarmed, ma'am. The oracle walked up to the proprietress and knelt on one knee gracefully, pressing his gloved hands against the captain's wounds, "Every devout believer will be blessed by the sun god, and every hypocrite will be punished by the sun god." I don't have the power to save anyone, I just give them the gifts that the sun god has given to the believers, and if your husband is pious enough, he will naturally heal......"

After comforting the proprietress of the priesthood, the oracle raised his left hand and stretched out into the sky and shouted, "Great Sun God, show the way for this lost child!"

A warm glow bloomed from the oracle's right hand, seeping into the captain's wounds. The light is not dazzling, but like an impenetrable mist, or the first rays of sunlight coming through the window on a spring morning, it feels mysterious and warm.

As the light gradually dissipated, Wu Chang's festering and blackened wound gradually regained the color of flesh and blood, dirty blood and some black unknown substances flowed out of the wound, and the stench in the air suddenly became countless times stronger, making it even more unbearable. Although the wound has not healed, the truly life-threatening toxins have been cleansed.

Everyone in the tent was shocked, except for the hotel hostess and Chet. They had never seen a human hand glow, much less a wound. This...... It's a miracle!No, a miracle!Jack watched as the oracle's gaze shifted from fear to reverence, and then from reverence to fanaticism, and he finally found a hero who could be compared to the silver cavalry on the battlefield, but this hero was not a warrior of God, but a messenger of God!

After the divine envoy took his hand away, Wu Chang shrunk his body in pain, and his mouth let out a painful snort. Being able to hum with strength means that he is out of danger.

After a few tired gasps, the oracle said, "Ask the priest to take care of him, and he will wake up in a few days, but it may take about a month for his injuries to heal." His voice was more indistinct than it had been before, and a dehydrated weakness could be heard.

A big stone fell on the heart of the hotel proprietress and the long-suppressed fear, sadness and nervousness hit her heart like a flood, making her weep and lean down on Wu Chang's body. Wu Chang seemed to sense his wife's presence, tremblingly raised a hand and put it on top of her head, moving his fingers with difficulty to stroke his lover's hair.

There was a warm atmosphere in the tent, and even Chet couldn't help but smile with relief, but the warmth didn't last long.

"Look...... See...... Do you see!Do you see!" Jack suddenly shouted frantically, startling the others, "I'm right! The White Cult has its warriors of the gods, and we followers of the Red Cult also have messengers of the gods! We have just witnessed a miracle! Remember what I said, this war is not determined by manpower at all, but by the faith of the believers! As long as we are pious enough, the gods will bless us to live and gain glory and wealth!"

There is another item in Jack's theology, and he didn't talk about glory and wealth in the first place. A young soldier asked apprehensively, "Brother Jack, are you telling the truth?"

"Of course!" Jack felt that he was a genius, and it took him less than a minute to see through the heavens, "the reason why our army is losing now is because the sun god wants to use this war to weed out the hypocrites who are not pious! When the hypocrites are all dead, the great sun god will send the warriors of the gods to repel the Hill Empire! Do you think there will be hypocrites among the nobles?

Jack looked at his comrades expectantly, hoping that they would shed some light. A young soldier pondered for half a minute, and then said in fear, "Could it be ...... It's owned by us religious civilians......" The thought that popped into his head made him feel like he was rebelling.

"Yes, we're about to usher in a new era!" exclaimed Jack excitedly, "Divine Envoy, am I right?"

"I have talked nonsense, and I have asked such a ridiculous question about the envoy of God......" Chet said in his heart, "although this envoy is fake, he will definitely rebuke him if he is reasonable in his words and demeanor......"

"That's right...... As long as you are firm in your beliefs, you will get everything you want. God replied in a low, distorted voice, like the temptation of the devil behind a mirror in the night.

"No!" Chet was shocked, "how dare you say that!"

Although Chet knows that the so-called "divine messenger" is just a liar who knows how to use magic, but the liar has to have a face, right?

"I have come here to give hope to the pious people, to convey the oracle of the sun god!" the oracle not only did not contradict Jack, but intensified his encouragement. He raised his hands and said solemnly, "Obey the will of the sun, fear the power of the gods, and show your bravery and unyielding! Follow me, you will become the vanguard of the creation of a new era! The order and rules of the past will no longer exist, and you can become the new nobles!"

Jack and his comrades gathered around the envoy like crazy, prostrate on the ground, and kissed the angel's boots affectionately, even if the envoy asked them to kill themselves by cutting their wrists now, they probably wouldn't hesitate to do it.

Chet watched the envoy go crazy and wondered, "What are you going to do to deliberately incite these fools......

After a few moments, the oracle dispersed the young and innocent soldiers, saying, "Remember to pray to the sun every morning, for in the near future the gods will give you a glorious and great mission." Right now...... I'm leaving with my brother. ”

The oracle walked up to Chet, took him by the arm, and said, "Dear brother, let's go, the believers here have been redeemed." ”

Chet keenly heard the mockery in the muffled voice of the oracle, but in order to play his role as a grey-clad priest, he had no way to resist, so he could only wordlessly follow the oracle out of the tent, and after walking some distance, he asked, "Who are you, what do you want to do?"

As he walked, the oracle replied, "I am a man of miracles...... After the appraisal of the Red Sect Miracle Laboratory, I have a letter of recommendation written by a cardinal priest in my arms, do you want to see it?"

Chet frowned and shook his head, "I don't know how you deceived a cardinal priest...... But I'm sure you're just a liar who knows how to use healing magic. ”

"Hehe, my business doesn't matter. The most important question now is......" The oracle suddenly stopped, "Who are you?"

Chet still showed his acting skills at this time, and humbly bowed his head and replied, "My name is Chet, but I am a lowly gray-clothed priest in the diocese of Eyre City, and a loyal servant of the sun god on earth. ”

The oracle laughed sarcastically twice and said, "No, you're not called Chet. ”

Chet asked, "Do you know me?" and what he thought was: "You want to cheat me?

"Of course I know you...... No one on this continent knows you better than I do......" The Divine Envoy let out an eerie laugh under the iron mask, like a man about to be suffocated by a coffin," the little mercenary from Baicao Village...... Aluca. ”