As the god of agriculture, Swires' temple is devoid of luxury, and is simple and soothing. His image in the mortal world is a kind old man, and the statue of the god is not made of rock, but is made of clay, reflecting respect for the land.

The development of agriculture requires the warmth of the sun, the irrigation of the water, and the nourishment of the earth, so the temple of Shoenes has always been open to the devotees of these gods. Ordinary believers will receive free gifts of water and bread, while devout believers will be blessed by divine grace.

The old priest, dressed in burlap robes, stepped down from the high platform and slowly chanted holy prayers. He held out his hands in the air, his expression focused, as if he were holding a chalice. As his chanting grew louder and louder, the light falling from the temple's skylight gradually converged, condensing into crystal dew in his hands. The vines that wrapped around the high platform of the temple were windless, gently swaying their leaves, seeping a trace of cyan into the dew.

The girl sat on her knees, her long moon-white hair hanging down to the ground. Ugly black-red scars lay like spiders on her otherwise delicate and beautiful face. She tilted her face slightly, letting the cyan liquid condensed from the old priest's hand drip down on her face.

The cyan liquid automatically penetrates into the scar as soon as it encounters it, and you can clearly see that the color of the scar gradually lightens, and the black dirty blood is squeezed out. The nun, who was standing beside her, took out a clean handkerchief and carefully wiped it for the girl.

Tiana reached out and took a portion of the cyan liquid, carefully rubbing her fingers repeatedly until the liquid was completely black. She flipped her slender fingers, quickly assembling complex gestures. Realizing that the dexterity of her fingers and the touch between her fingers had fully recovered, the girl nodded in satisfaction.

Perhaps the treatment was too late, and the scars on the hands still did not disappear, but the color changed from black to red, and it is conceivable that the scars on the face have not healed. This result was expected by Tiana, and the damage caused by magic could be healed but always left a mark, which involved the problem of elemental residue, which was very troublesome. Many magicians have scars that will stay with them for the rest of their lives.

The old priest sighed and shook his head, ending the ritual of healing the divine arts: "With my ability, I can only do this. The little girl favored by Pei Luo, only the high-level magic of the Temple of Life can restore you to your original state. ”

"Kudos to Swires for his favor, you've done enough for me. Tiana stood up, thanked the nun who had helped her, and walked up to the idol to express her gratitude to the god according to the most perfect etiquette. Her pious attitude caused the old priest to smile with satisfaction, and he was equally honored by the sincere gratitude of the people of the sun god to Shoens.

What a holy girl, the old priest sighed in his heart. He is over half a hundred years old, and he can already see the essence of people through appearances. He could feel that the magic in the girl's body had broken through the boundary, and seeing that she could step through that threshold at such a young age, her future achievements must be limitless.

More importantly, he saw that the light in the girl's heart was pure and bright. Only after experiencing real wind and rain will it be so refined and condensed. She is the chosen one, and the blessing of the sun god protects her soul from evil.

"Sacrifice to your lordship, I have brought unfortunate news from the north. ”

Tiana turned around and said solemnly. The old priest nodded and motioned for everyone around him to leave. From the girl's expression, he could tell that this matter was very important.

"The plague swept through the northern counties, devouring all life. Fifteen cities have been reduced to the ashes of death as I have seen, and the charisma of Sheens has vanished in the North, leaving none of his messengers or followers alive. ”

After hearing the girl's words, the old priest did not show surprise, he said in a deep voice: "The eyes of the gods are all-seeing, the thousands of miles of fertile land in the northern counties are uncultivated, and the candlelight of faith has been extinguished one after another, and my lord has discovered and issued an oracle. This matter has attracted the attention of the Temple of the Gods, and just a few days ago, the Holy Sister Mary Vienne of the Temple of Life had arrived in Istalen, who had come specifically to stop the epidemic. ”

"Temple of Life?" Tiana shook her head with a wry smile: "If Anastasa comes in person, there is still a chance, no matter how much her sacrifice comes, it will be a drop in the bucket, and this is not a problem that can be solved by divine magic alone." I have seen cities with tens of thousands of people disappear overnight, and I have seen countless clergy die of sleepless fatigue. They've all had the same mindset as you, but the horror of this disaster is beyond anyone's imagination. ”

The old priest bowed his head and pondered for a long time, but still did not express his approval. He wasn't suspicious of what the girl said, but he was still cautiously optimistic.

"The White Lion Family has received information, and the patriarch will take corresponding countermeasures in the near future. Isttalon has endured floods, animal tides, colds and, of course, plagues for 300 years, and the city still stands today. I can understand your sadness and disappointment, child, but this is Isttalen, and every one of our inhabitants loves the city from the bottom of their hearts, and is willing to fight for it, even if the enemy is an invisible plague. ”

At this point, Tiana knew that it was useless for her to say more, but she still asked reluctantly, "Lord Priest, I want to know how I can meet the patriarch of the White Lion Family, at least I can convince him to take precautions now." ”

"I'm afraid it's hard. The old priest shook his head and said, "The new patriarch of the White Lion family is not yet an adult, and he has never appeared in public for safety. Son, I know that you have returned from the north and must have had many experiences that will help Isttalon fight the plague. If you don't mind, you can settle down in the temple first, and I'll find an opportunity to introduce you to the upper echelons of the White Lion family. ”

"Thank you for your kindness, but forgive me for not being patient. The plague doesn't know when it will step on the King's Road, and every day is precious now. Tiana declined with some disappointment.

"I can't give you much practical advice, but the most important thing to do right now is to clean the drains and kill the rats. However, the cost of the work was too high, and few lords would take it. ”

"I ask you to announce to the faithful of the parish that you must never drink raw water again and that you must boil it. Clean up the house immediately and report the dead rats as a sign of the coming of the plague. ”

"Please convene all pastors to teach epidemic prevention knowledge in a unified manner, and arrange the rotation time reasonably. In the early days of the pandemic, many inexperienced pastors would be physically exhausted in order to treat patients, and they would become infected because they were overworked and lost their protection. ”

"In order to incinerate the corpse, you must plan your escape in advance, and you must not be trapped in the temple and church and rely on the protection of the gods. I've seen a lot of nobles starve to death with priests......"

Tiana took the trouble to recount all her experiences, and the old priest listened attentively, taking out a pen from time to time to record them. Each of these lessons has been the result of the lives of thousands of people and must be taught to everyone as much as possible.

However, Tiana was also well aware that in this era, both nobles and commoners, were generally ignorant and proud of it. If they hadn't seen that kind of human tragedy with their own eyes, they would never have taken these earnest teachings to heart. In every city she visited, people treated it as just an after-dinner joke.

People yearn for a peaceful and tranquil life, and in order to achieve peace, they are even stubborn to the point of refusing to believe in any potential danger around them.

There is a plague coming? How can it be? Even if it does, what does it have to do with me? The lord will protect us, and the gods will protect us! As for the witch who spreads dangerous words? She must be spreading rumors!

Most of the memories she opened were images that she didn't want to recall, and after she walked out of the temple, Tiana's mind still echoed with those distorted faces. She watched them sneer, disdain, terrified, and hopeless to death.

What's the point of saving these ignorant ants? Tiana questioned herself more than once. But as every time, she couldn't convince her paranoia, and there were still reasons in her mind to keep her beliefs going.

I touched the hard bread in my arms, which was enough to sustain myself for two to three days. After receiving the free divine treatment from the old priest, the girl was naturally embarrassed to ask for more. Time was of the essence, and she needed to find a way to meet the lord of Isttalon as soon as possible. It's not just the plague problem on the surface, it's the cursed sect that hides behind it that is the real danger.

Tiana had been following the Cursed Sect's trail for three months, and after a series of fierce battles, she had a vague suspicion of their true intentions. But that speculation was too terrifying, and she could only hide it deep in her heart, not daring to confide in anyone.

Standing by the fountain in the city square, the girl raised her head and looked up at the sky. Today is a beautiful day, the sky is as blue as the sea, and the white clouds are leisurely changing into various shapes. The warm sunlight shone on her face, but she didn't feel the slightest warmth. Tiana looked north, at the end of the horizon beyond the city walls, an ominous dark shadow was moving.

A few children running past the girl and screaming in fright at the sight of the girl's ugly face under her shabby cloak. But children's curiosity always outweighs fear, and when they saw that the girl was unresponsive, several boys dared to run up to her and make faces.

"Ugly Monsters! Ugly Monsters! There's an Ugly Monster Here!"

Tiana glanced back at the children, and they immediately ran away screaming. Not necessarily malicious for their age, but their shouts alarmed the pedestrians around them.

Sensing the gaze around her, Tiana smiled self-deprecatingly. In order to disguise her identity, she used illusion to change her signature moon-white hair into a dry and charred yellow color when she walked out of the temple, and matched with the blood-red spider scars on her face, this image is simply a fleeing witch.

Although she said that she didn't care, the girl had always been accustomed to paying attention to her appearance. Now that her image is ruined, she suddenly finds that she seems to have gotten rid of another layer of shackles. Since there is no image to speak of, what do you care?

She blinked, and suddenly turned back. The child who sneaked up behind him sat on the ground and cried out.

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