After a brief exchange, Jiang Lu learned that the elder Birdbeak Doctor was named Marino, and the other was a student he had brought from out of town, named Greco, and they were both doctors of the church.

Florence was the first place where the plague appeared, and out of religious belief, many doctors from all over the country spontaneously rushed to the rescue.

When they arrived, they realized that the situation was not as simple as they thought.

As the scale of the infection gradually expanded, these doctors not only suffered heavy casualties due to close contact with patients, but also equivalent to being locked down in Florence, and they would inevitably pass through the epidemic area and die if they went out.

Until a genius named Charles invented a set of protective clothing.

He used the beak mask of the Venetian Mask Carnival, filled it with herbs to keep out the air, and then draped himself from head to toe in a coat made of grease cloth, wrapped his hands in huge gloves, wore a hat, and held a cane in his hand, instructing the sick how to heal when necessary.

This is indeed effective in isolating some of the causative factors they call miasma, and although there are still doctors who are infected from time to time, it is a huge leap from being unprotected.

"Don't worry, since I'm here, it's time for some changes."

After Jiang Lu learned about the current situation, he comforted.

"Well, I trust you." Marino nodded in agreement.

Unlike them, who were fully armed, Jiang Lu had never taken any precautions, and was exposed to the filthy air without the slightest discomfort, which seemed to them to be a miracle.

Therefore, he was naturally extremely convinced of Jiang Lu.

Catherine followed, but she looked down at the dry food Marino had given her, and she could tell that she was starving.

As Marino got acquainted with him, he discovered that Jiang Lu was not like one of the high-ranking clergy in the church, he was very approachable, and even if he had the magical power to stop the plague, he did not have the slightest arrogance.

So he gradually relaxed and began to chat with Jiang Lu while burning the corpse.

"Mr. Holmes, your name doesn't sound like a Florentine."

Jiang Lu stared at the flickering firelight, and didn't even look at Marino: "Dude, don't have a name, you see that I don't look like a local." ”

"Then you're from"

"I'm from the east."

"East." Marino speculated and asked, "Jerusalem?" ”

"It's a little further east."

Marino was stunned for a moment, and then thought of a race that was more in line with Jiang Lu's appearance: "That's. Tatar? ”

"Tatar? What's that? ”

"Well, we also call it the whip of God, which means the devil from hell."

Jiang Lu slapped his head and suddenly realized.

This is taking oneself as a meta, right?

I hate Yuan the most in this life, and it is impossible to admit that I am Yuan!

So he dismissively denied:

"The whip of the bull demon God, does God have such a thick whip? Remember, we are the whip of Hades! ”

"Hades." Marino was a little confused.

Jiang Lu had no choice but to explain: "This is our own hell of the Red Cross, that's all, don't ask, it's rude to ask again." ”

"Oh, I'm sorry." Marino probably thought he had committed some taboo and stopped talking about it.

The two chatted for a while, and halfway through Greco and Catherine also joined the conversation many times, with this short time, Jiang Lu depicted to them a mysterious country in the East where the evolution of eggs depended on swallowing, successfully bluffed them, and added a strong touch to the gold content of the Red Cross that he had just established.

"One thing I have to explain is that the cross is not a cross, these are two words to be taken apart."

Jiang Lu began to explain the current compilation of doctrines:

"Red is the sun, meaning new change and prosperity, ten is that each member is always with a very strong effort to strive for the goal, the word represents culture, no matter where to go, cultural self-confidence is fundamental, will represent unity, as long as each member unites, people can win the day."

Jiang Lu was a complete opportunist, and he keenly seized on the Timing of the Black Death, and began to preach this kind of thinking that was advanced for them when everyone was in danger and prayed to God but received no response.

The Renaissance had not yet begun, and the Enlightenment was still a few centuries away.

As mentioned before, comparing skills with newcomers and strength with old people is the way he has implemented the two worlds of strong men.

Relying on the Black Death, he could use advanced ideas to become bigger and stronger, and create brilliance again.

In this way, there will be no three heroes in the Renaissance in the future, there can only be one master, and that is him Jiang Lu!

However, he still ignored the issue of gradual progress, which obviously still had a great impact on those whose feudal and religious views had long been ingrained in their hearts.

Even they had long doubted whether God was up to the task, but they were a little cramped in the face of such bold statements.

"This." Marino smiled awkwardly, "I guess we'll talk about it when we get back." ”

"It's fine." Jiang Lu nodded and said no more.

He realized that this is the inferior nature of Westerners, who like to hold stinky feet, even if God is like this, and still put it aside to pretend to be a grandson.

How can we be so pragmatic, and if we can leave it to future generations and have something to worship, none of them are idle gods.

Whether it is the God of Wealth or the old moon, the birthday star or the Lord of the Stove, they are all performance gods linked to the people's livelihood, and I have never seen a Jade Emperor in the New Year's shrine.

After a short time, the body was burned, and Greco went down to the pit dug and collected some of the ashes of the deceased and put them in different small jars.

Cremation had never been practiced before, but the aristocracy had to do so when they realized that corpses could spread disease and wanted to keep the remains of their families with them.

So for Greco, the action of packing ashes is a bit unprofessional.

At first, Jiang Lu was quite patient, but as the sky got darker, he became a little impatient.

So many, how long will it take to pretend like this?

So he proposed, "Why make it so clear who is who? Isn't it okay to just put it together? Just stuff it anyway. ”

"No, isn't that deceiving the clients?" Greco shook his head.

"What will deception do to Catholics?"

"Go to hell."

"Okay." Jiang Lu snapped his fingers: "Then you join my Red Cross now, we didn't cheat, so you won't be cheating." ”

"Uh" Marino hesitated: "Deception may not count, but it can be considered betrayal."

"Nonsense." Jiang Lu shook his head solemnly: "In response to your wrong thoughts, I must have a good fight with you." ”

"Speak, please."

"Do you think you are usually pious when you pray to God?"

"Very religious."

"So you are so devout to God, does He repay you? Did he lend a helping hand in your afflictions? ”

"No, no."

"Yes, he doesn't care about your life or death at all, this is betrayal!"

Marino and Greco were speechless, and Jiang Lu continued to strike while the iron was hot.

"That aside, let me ask you again, did you wear your current hazmat suit before this plague?"

"Nope."

"That's right, that means you've been following the changes in the environment and improving yourself, okay?"

"No problem."

"Then you're improving, what about him?"

"Hmm"

God's faithful believers are beginning to awaken at this moment.

"Do you think what he has done is worthy of your piety?"

"It seems to be a little"

God's faithful followers are beginning to feel discontent at this moment.

"So he can't stop you from running to someone better than him, can he?"

"This."

God's faithful followers are now on the move.

"In that case, my suggestion is, progress the first sword, and first slash the god of thought!"

"Well, maybe we'll have to think again."

God's faithful followers are still hesitant at this moment.

"What else is on the table?" Jiang Lu hated the iron and made a killer move: "I don't want to say something too bluntly, but now it seems that I have to say it."

Do you know what is most pitiful about you?

God really doesn't really wonder what you're doing every day, occasionally appearing in your dreams, sometimes just to catch you and let you know that he's paying attention to you, and you really think he's interested in your boring prayers? He knows that you are delicate and sensitive, and the more small actions like answering prayers, the more they can provoke you, so he will give you some feedback on those emo essays that you don't sleep and pray in the middle of the night, but who cares why you are unhappy in the middle of the night? When he is bored, he will also respond to believers he doesn't like, including you. Don't you notice that he never shifts the focus of his oracles to you? Because he doesn't care what kind of person you are, he just kills time when he's bored, whining at you, after all, he doesn't need to be responsible for saying ambiguous things. He can't read the prayers that you have said to echo him and comfort him, and sometimes he can't even read them at all, so don't keep praying for him in the future, understand? ”

(End of chapter)