A terrible collapse occurred in the city of Richero.
So far, the number of confirmed dead has exceeded three digits. Even for this populous port city, it is undoubtedly a catastrophe.
Whenever a disaster strikes, it is a period of great activity for cultists. This is especially true for this city where there are no druids stationed there.
But today it seems a little different
"This is a sinful city!"
"Woe to you! Woe to this city and you!"
Outside the city, a man in a gray robe with a thick scarf wrapped around his neck stood in the crowd, opened his arms, and shouted excitedly.
Frightened people, confused people, and painful people gathered around him in dense groups, completely surrounding him.
They looked at it with expectant eyes, hateful eyes, and fanatical eyes. The crowd was dense but there was silence.
The man paused slightly, then shouted loudly: "Look at that city!"
"I heard that the accident was caused by the devil; I also heard that it was God's punishment for unbelievers. You ask me if that's the case." After saying this, the man paused slightly, raised his eyes to look at their faces, and then said:
He scolded, "I'm going to say, it's exactly! It's exactly!"
"You should believe so! You should be in awe!"
"All your disasters are caused by unrighteousness. This is how the unjust people live, because they do not believe in God and are not accepted. The sinners will receive their retribution, and even if they are exalted by the sinners, it will only last for a while.
To be removed. This is called retribution.”
At this moment, an old man asked tremblingly: "But they are not unjust... They are just indifferent to us. The relationship between neighbors is still good..."
"Don't people with holes in their clothes cover it up with their hands?" the middle-aged man wearing a thick scarf asked, "They know they are ugly and will not expose their injustice."
The middle-aged man could vaguely see silvery-white flames burning in his eyes. As he shouted one after another, it was like blowing wind into a stove, and the silvery-white flames in his eyes beat more and more intensely.
"I tell you the truth, if you teach without reverence and are not accepted, woe to you too!"
"Woe to us! Woe to us! Woe to the mountains, to the sea, to this generation!"
Although his voice was high-pitched, the surroundings became quieter and quieter.
It wasn't just people who were listening intently to his speech. An extreme tranquility swept through the restless crowd like a plague. The wrinkles on people's faces gradually smoothed out, showing a kind of ultimate tranquility.
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The content of his speech was secondary. As he activated the holy power, the silver-white holy fire ignited in his eyes, and invisible fluctuations slowly spread around him with his voice.
It is the tranquility at the end of all life. It is the peaceful nothingness that can make anyone nostalgic, in which all troubles and sorrows can be forgotten. It is a deeper sense of joy than all desires based on the flesh.
The feeling of pleasure is similar to the relaxation of sleep, and also like powerful tobacco. But this kind of quiet pleasure is not only harmless to the body, but also makes you feel refreshed when you wake up, and your whole person is full of motivation.
Full of vitality. The previous boredom, boredom and sadness will be completely forgotten, and everything will return to the excitement and excitement when we first met.
This is the baptism of the Sleeping Master. Even without the special use of baptismal chants, the strength of Kakarit's soul is enough to resonate with the people around him.
The more dilapidated the world is, the more disaster-filled the world is, the more intoxicating this eradicating long sleep of forgetfulness is. And when people are intoxicated in it, their will is easily shaken by external forces. It may be a mentor.
It may be the influence of a pastor, or the teachings of a pastor.
As a result, the middle-aged man gradually lowered his voice and read out the instructor's teachings word for word to the panic-stricken people who had witnessed the disaster and fled the city: "You should fear others! You should fear the power of the teacher! You should be in awe of the teacher's power!
Respect her laws and do no unrighteous things!"
"You shall not steal, you shall not deceive, and you shall not lie to one another. You shall not bear false witness in the name of your teacher, nor shall you swear falsely in the name of your parents or relatives."
"You shall not oppress your neighbor, and you shall not flatter him; you shall not rob or usurp his property, and whatever you borrow must be returned on the same day. When you hire workers, their wages must not stay with you overnight, but must be paid on the same day.
."
"You must not curse the deaf, nor stumble the blind. You must love and respect them as you would your relatives and friends. Just as you respect your teachers."
"If you have the opportunity to judge, you must not show favoritism to relatives or friends, nor show favoritism to the poor, nor fear the powerful. You must only speak according to justice and from your own heart."
"You must not stir up trouble among the people. You must not spread a word of rumors without evidence, and you must not brag to children about things you do not understand. If you tell a lie, utter a curse word, or commit an unjust act in front of children,
, you must slap your face and apologize to the children."
By the end, the man's voice had become extremely gentle and low, like singing a lullaby to a child.
He lowered his eyes, and the holy fire in his eyes gradually extinguished.
"Finally, I want to tell you truthfully, the mentor is here, the teacher is here."
As his voice stopped, everyone around him woke up one by one.
Their eyes have completely lost the unique ruthlessness of people with nothing, and the beast-like chaos and ferocity. A kind of well-educated rational light shines in their eyes.
"The time has come, the teacher has come"
They were sincerely convinced and began to praise in unison.
The middle-aged man nodded with satisfaction. He showed an innocent smile like a child, walked over and kissed everyone's forehead, rested his forehead on their right hands, and sincerely blessed them.
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Then he opened his mouth and said to these people: "My brothers in the Lord, I have not yet introduced you to my name..."
"Kakarit. This priest's name is Kakarit."
A gentle voice came from the crowd. The inexplicable momentum made the people around them spontaneously move out of the way, and only then did they realize what they had done.
A handsome young man wearing a black robe, with silver hair and blue eyes, walked out of the crowd with a gentle smile. There seemed to be a spiritual light around him, and just by seeing him, it seemed as if he could see something greater standing behind him.
Kakarit's eyes immediately lit up after seeing him.
He immediately knelt on the ground, prostrate, and called his name piously with a trembling voice: "Your Majesty Roland... you are here."
"I'm here. Kakarit...you are my pride."
"His Majesty……"
"No need to say anything more."
Roland chuckled and interrupted Kakarit's words, walked over and knelt down on one knee, gently touched Kakarit's cheek with his hands, feeling the faint scars on his neck, paused with his fingers, and then retracted his hands.
"I promised you, Kakarit," Roland said softly, the expression on his face became serious, and he stood up and extended his left hand to him, "I will give you the right to kiss my ring. I will defend your faith to the death.
and the right to exist.”
After hearing Roland's words, Kakarit's pupils shrank slightly, and there was a faint light flashing in the corners of his eyes.
He held Roland's left hand in his hands. Without saying a word, he kissed Roland's ring gently and tremblingly.
At that moment, something was impressed deep into his soul, and the missing corner of his soul immediately became complete.
Chapter completed!