The sun was almost setting, and the residents of Pokrovskoye village either walked out of their houses or opened their windows, calling loudly to their children who were playing outside, asking them to go home for dinner.
A slovenly man in his early thirties was walking struttingly on the streets of the village. As soon as they saw him, the men all had undisguised disgust in their eyes, but a few young women had rosy faces and shy expressions.
Dare to look into his eyes.
He passed by a group of children playing together. When they saw him, the children immediately started shouting.
"Look! It's that Rasputin!"
"Hahaha...Which house is he planning to go to again to cheat?"
The man known as Rasputin turned a deaf ear to the children's mocking laughter and continued to move forward.
Rasputin means "lewd and dissolute", which is what the villagers call him.
He moved to this village with his father when he was a child. When he first moved here, Rasputin's family still had a lot of money and was a rich peasant family.
But then the mother, eldest son and only daughter in this family died one after another, and the father spent all his time gambling and drinking, and passed away early. In the end, he was left alone with a dilapidated home.
When he was young, he was a scoundrel who idled around all day, doing some despicable things, and even worked as a horse thief, so he got the rather derogatory name "Rasputin".
However, as his family members passed away one after another, he who was usually not doing his job had to start thinking about his own survival - if it were not for the support of several concubines, he would have been hungry long ago because he was unwilling to work hard.
The place he was heading to now was a house where an Orthodox priest who was passing through the village temporarily lived.
Rasputin wanted to visit the priest and learn about religion - this was because he happened to see that the people in the city respected the priest, treated him as a guest, and obeyed his words.
[If I can package myself as a prophet or a man of God, wouldn’t I be able to gain the trust of wealthy people and get more money? 】
The priest's residence is at the edge of the village. It was once a luxurious residence built by a rich man. The villagers had previously cleared the house out for the priest to rest for a period of time.
By the time he reached the door of the priest's residence, the sun was already setting, and it was spreading its last ray of afterglow.
But Rasputin's attention was completely attracted by something else.
It was a man walking in the wilderness. Because it was dark, he couldn't see his face clearly, but he could still tell that he was a young man. He was carrying a huge travel bag and seemed to want to hike to the west.
Go.
Rasputin's mind suddenly became alive.
"Well... the priest will live in the village for a while, and it won't be too late to come back tomorrow. But we might not be able to catch such a big fish after today..."
From this man's clothes, Rasputin quickly judged that his family was quite well off, and for a man to be walking in the wilderness carrying so much luggage at such a late hour without even a servant, there was a high possibility that he was not familiar with it.
The young aristocratic young man who lives in the world has run away from home.
He made a prompt decision and followed the young man not far behind, looking for an opportunity to see if he could deceive or steal something valuable.
Walking and walking, the sun went down and the moon hung high. The bright moonlight prevented Rasputin from losing track of the man in front of him.
【Where is he going?】
After following the young man for more than an hour, Rasputin's patience was almost exhausted.
Finally, he couldn't help but quicken his pace, trotted quickly, and stopped in front of the young man.
Through the moonlight, he finally saw the man's face clearly.
The man's handsome face showed his identity as a yellow race, and the long walk did not seem to have left a dusty appearance on his appearance.
Looking at the man's appearance and clothing, Rasputin, who was usually very confident in himself, couldn't help but feel a little ashamed and jealous.
Rasputin looked at the man looking at him calmly, raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked: "Who are you?"
"Haha, hello, sir, I am a resident of a nearby village, my name is Gregory..." Rasputin introduced himself.
The man interrupted him directly: "What's the matter? I see you have been following me for more than an hour."
Rasputin was horrified. He didn't expect that his careful tracking would be revealed by this person, and he hurriedly said:
"I saw you walking alone in the wilderness, little brother, and I was worried that you might encounter some danger. You know, wolves occasionally appear around here..."
Rasputin quickly explained the purpose of his visit and tried to deceive the other party with his sharp tongue.
"Brother, you are walking in this direction. Even if you walk until dawn, there is no place to rest. It looks like you have walked a long way, right? Your luggage is so heavy, so why not go to our village to rest first..."
"No need. I'm in a hurry."
What Rasputin didn't expect was that the man in front of him rejected his suggestion, didn't want to say another word to him, turned around and walked away.
He was about to catch up and try again. At the same time, he made up his mind to try to rob the other party if he really couldn't deceive him. But as soon as he moved, his vision suddenly went black, his head hurt sharply, and he fell forward with blood oozing from his mouth and nose.
go.
【Got a ghost?】
This was the last thought of Rasputin before he fell into coma.
"Tsk, is it the power to correct the world?"
The young man glanced at the motionless Rasputin on the ground with a headache, sighed, grabbed the clothes around Rasputin's waist with one hand, lifted him up in the air, and continued walking.
…
Rasputin only felt that he had had an extremely long dream.
In his dream, he felt like he was flying in the clouds for a while, and like he was in a rough sea for a while.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! He saw countless confusing pictures, all bizarre and bizarre, most of which could not be seen clearly. When he was dazzled and trying to distinguish them, there was a "boom" in his head,
Thoughts exploded.
When he woke up leisurely and sat up, he was already in a completely unfamiliar environment.
The surrounding wilderness looked completely different to what he was familiar with. He pressed his hands on the soil beneath him and looked at the figure standing next to him.
With a splitting headache, he finally remembered that he was going to follow a rich young man who had no one to protect him, but he suddenly fainted in the middle of the journey.
"Cough, cough...where am I..." Rasputin felt that his throat seemed to be so dry that it was going to pieces. There was no place in his body that was not in pain, and his spirit was extremely exhausted.
"I don't know either. It's probably two days and two nights of walking due west from where you followed me." The young man answered his question softly.
"What? I slept for so long?!"
No wonder he was so frightened. He walked for two days and two nights, which meant that he had been away from the village for three days.
When Rasputin was excited, he found that the tip of his nose was itching, and warm liquid flowed to his upper lip.
He stretched out his hand to wipe it off and looked at his palm. The scarlet color mixed with the soil was so dazzling.
"I, what's going on with me?" Rasputin was trembling all over. He could feel that in his current state, he might die at any time. His whole body was like a torn piece of rag, riddled with holes.
.
And because I haven’t taken in any water or food for too long, my physical condition is almost reaching its limit.
The young man looked at him apologetically: "It must be me that has caused you trouble."
The man thought for a while, took out a palm-sized medicine bag from the backpack behind him, held Rasputin's chin and poured a little powdered medicine into his mouth, then took out a water bottle and poured half a bottle of water into his bed.
poured it into Rasputin's mouth.
"Uh! Cough cough! Cough..." Drinking water in this position almost made Rasputin choke and spit out all the water, but the man's hand firmly held his jaw, and he couldn't break free no matter how hard he tried.
Not open.
A small part of the water mixed with the medicinal powder flowed into the trachea, and most of it went down the stomach. When Rasputin thought he was going to choke to death, a strange feeling enveloped his whole body.
A warm current radiates from every place where the liquid flows to other parts of the body. It is as warm as soaking in a hot spring in the cold winter, so comfortable and comfortable that you almost fall asleep.
He felt that the wounds on his body were healing rapidly, and at the same time, his body's various functions quickly reached the peak levels of his twenties, and were even better than that.
Shock filled his mind.
"What is this? Is it a miracle medicine?" he blurted out.
It is not an exaggeration to say that this medicine has the ability to bring the dead back to life, and it is called a miracle medicine.
"This is my compensation for you. After eating this, your physical injuries should be fine."
The young man said, and at the same time he took out another medicine bag that was larger than before from his backpack.
"But the impact on your nerves is still there. This powder can help you stabilize your mind. If you take a little bit every day, you will basically have no mental problems after a year. Otherwise, you may often do some strange things.
Dreams can easily lead to madness over time."
Rasputin took the medicine bag handed over by the man and carefully stored it close to his body with the eyes of someone looking at a rare treasure.
"Okay, I have to go on my way. I'm sorry, stranger, that you were so seriously injured because of me."
"Let's just say goodbye. Just pretend you've never met me."
After speaking, the man turned and left, leaving the trembling Rasputin standing motionless.
By the time he digested all this, the man's back had turned into a small black dot and disappeared at the other end of the earth.
Rasputin seemed to realize something, and knelt down, with his head close to the ground, facing the direction where the man left, and muttering something in his mouth.
He understood that he seemed to have met someone extraordinary.
From when he suddenly fainted and suffered huge trauma, to when he woke up, the medicine powder fed to him instantly cured his injuries... Until he realized that his body had undergone great changes, Rasputin knew that he
His life has reached a shocking turning point.
The cold wind blew by, and he seemed to hear every cell in his body cheering for joy, and vigorous vitality filled his whole body, as if he had been reborn.
He remained in a kneeling position, covering the medicine bag on his chest with both hands, and couldn't help laughing loudly.
Laughter resounded across the wilderness, and the wind blowing through Siberia seemed a bit colder.
…
Three years later, Tobolsk Province.
"Guys, this is our famous priest and prophet, Mr. Rasputin."
The speaker humbly bent over and raised his hands to the slovenly man with light blue eyes beside him.
If you are familiar with this place, you will definitely not believe that one of the most powerful figures in Tobolsk Province and an important member of the province can give people a sense of humility.
But this important official who had seen the magic of Rasputin completely felt that his low profile was justified.
Three years ago, this Orthodox priest named Rasputin began to show his prominence locally and rose at an incredible speed, sweeping across the entire Tobolsk Province like a whirlwind.
People who have seen his peculiarity all believe that Rasputin is a messenger sent by God and a mysterious incarnation of omnipotence.
He has extremely strong prophetic abilities and superb medical skills, and has proven himself extraordinary in one incident after another.
Especially at the beginning of this year, he accurately predicted that a large area of drought would occur in a certain part of Russia in March, and it finally came true.
The dignitaries looked at each other and the people opposite Rasputin, and one of them said to Rasputin slightly flatteringly:
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Mr. Rasputin, we have long admired your name, and we have long wanted to meet you. When we meet today, it is really like a god coming down to earth."
Rasputin took advantage of such compliments. He narrowed his eyes and asked, "Thank you very much. Everyone in the Black Hundreds, do you have anything to do with me?"
The Black Hundreds, the Russian People's Union, came to Tobolsk Province this time to win votes.
Only one person said: "You should know that a revolution occurred this year, and His Majesty the Emperor was forced to decide to convene the State Duma..."
The Russian State Duma is the nominal national parliament of Russia.
Another person said sincerely to Rasputin: "You are a great elder and an excellent orator. We would like to invite you to come with us to the capital St. Petersburg and speak for our Russian People's Union."
"That's right..." Rasputin said meaningfully, "Okay, no problem, I agree."
Several members of the Black Hundred were overjoyed and quickly began to agree on a departure time and discuss related matters with the indifferent Rasputin.
After everything was discussed and the guests were sent away, Rasputin returned to his room and stood in front of a full-length mirror.
Looking at himself in the mirror, Rasputin raised a smile on his lips.
Three years ago, after encountering the unidentified mysterious man, his fate took a major turn as he expected.
Not to mention his physical fitness, which is far beyond ordinary people, it took him a long time to get used to the strange dreams he often had at night.
He discovered that the scenes that appeared in his dreams were very likely to be scenes that would happen in the future.
It is through these dreams that he can predict many things that will happen in the future, which is quite effective. He is also regarded as a god who can see the future.
Because of this, he did not insist on taking the medicinal powder in the medicine package as the man told him, but only kept it for three months and then stopped.
And he also discovered the efficacy of the remaining medicinal powder.
Although it cannot achieve the almost resurrecting effect like the previous medicinal powder, there is no problem in saying that it can cure all diseases.
He also relied on this magical powder to win over a group of nobles and powerful figures, and became an envoy with holy light shining in their eyes.
After returning to the small village where he lived, he found the priest, enriched his theological knowledge, and with the ability of "prophecy" and "healing", he transformed into a well-known and popular figure in the local area.
"Huh... St. Petersburg..." Rasputin's light blue eyes flashed with a strange light.
He will agree to the Black Hundreds to accompany them to the capital, and his ambition is not just to become the spokesperson of a party...
His goal has already been set at a higher level.
"Oh……"
He chuckled and heard the dignitary's respectful voice outside the room.
"Mr. Rasputin, I have prepared two girls for you. I hope you can spend a pleasant night."
Rasputin laughed loudly when he saw the two charming but somewhat coquettish girls walking in through the open door.
…
1907, St. Petersburg, Winter Palace.
"Your Majesty! Please, just give it a try! Alexei, he..."
In the dormitory, a handsome and upright man listened to the cry of his wife beside him, gritted his teeth, looked at the little boy lying on the bed in front of him with his face covered in blood, and finally made up his mind.
"Summon Rasputin into the palace." He said to the guard at the door.
The silent palace doctors all shook their heads slightly when they saw this.
The only son of Tsar Nicholas II, Alexei Nikolayevich Romanov, who automatically became the Russian Crown Prince at birth, was diagnosed with hemophilia shortly after his birth.
As the most cherished child of the Tsar and his wife, Alexey had received treatment from famous doctors whom his mother had searched for since he was a child, but these doctors were all unable to do anything about his condition.
As for Rasputin, it was only because he inexplicably cured the dog of Nicholas II's uncle, Grand Duke Nicholas, that his reputation as a healer spread to the palace.
However, people in St. Petersburg had heard about it. After Rasputin came to the capital, he quickly won over a group of nobles with his divination and spells he learned from nowhere, and he became very popular in the upper class.
This time Queen Alexandra proposed to bring in Rasputin to treat the young prince's illness. She probably had the idea of treating a dead horse as a live doctor, because Alexei's condition had advanced to an imminent level.
However, the doctors who treated him failed to provide effective treatment.
Soon, Rasputin, with messy hair and beard, was taken into the palace by the guards.
Rasputin was also feeling a little uneasy at this time, because in front of him was the veritable first family of Russia, the top of Russia's power.
It is also the most important part for him to realize his ambition.
"His Majesty the Tsar, please temporarily ask the irrelevant doctors and guards to leave the palace. I will immediately start treating His Highness."
Nicholas II hesitated for a moment, then waved his hand to signal the others to leave the palace, leaving only the tsar and his wife and Alexei on the hospital bed.
Rasputin stepped forward, gently lifted Alexei's upper body under the gaze of Nicholas II and Alexandra, carefully took out a small medicine bag from his arms, and poured them all into the bed.
in the glass of water on the head.
Then he gently brought the water cup to Alexei's mouth, who was already a little confused, and fed him a full cup of potion while whispering comforting words.
After Alexei took the medicine, Rasputin laid his body down and began to recite obscure mantras and pray for the young crown prince.
The tsar and his wife looked nervously at Rasputin, who was mumbling something, and did not dare to express their anger for fear of disturbing the treatment.
Rasputin knew full well that his prayers would have no effect.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The reason for pretending to be praying is not actually to pray for the crown prince to recover quickly, but to hope that this magical powder obtained from a mysterious person can
It is effective for the little prince's condition.
"Um……"
After an unknown amount of time, Alexei finally opened his eyes with a faint moan.
Then, a scene that shocked the tsar and his wife happened.
Alexey, who had been forced to lie in bed all day because of the worsening condition, actually lifted the quilt and got out of bed!
"Oh - Alexey, how are you?"
The queen quickly supported her son, who was a little unsteady, and asked anxiously.
Alexey's body is very weak, but his spirit is extremely uplifting: "I feel very good, even almost better! This gentleman's treatment is really effective!"
"It's great..." Queen Alexandra burst into tears.
"Father, I, I want to eat, I'm so hungry..." Alexey looked at Nicholas II again.
"Okay! Okay!" The Tsar was so excited that he was speechless. After hearing Alexei's words, he immediately shouted outside the palace, "Come here! Prepare some food for the Crown Prince! Hurry!"
He glanced at his wife who was holding Alexey and crying, and then looked at Rasputin who stood up beside the bed with a smile on his face.
"Mr. Rasputin, I now officially give you the palace title of [Lamp Holder of the Tsar's Magic Lamp], and you can enter and leave the inner palace freely!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
Rasputin bowed in greeting, heaving a sigh of relief, and then became excited.
He succeeded! From today on, he will begin to have an inseparable connection with the highest power in the country!
Rasputin lowered his head and thought of that day five years ago, the day that changed the trajectory of his life.
Who could have imagined that a gangster with a peasant background who was given the name "Rasputin" would one day be able to freely enter and leave the palace!
The entire palace was filled with a festive atmosphere. No one could have imagined how much disaster this man named Rasputin would cause to the entire Russia in the future...