Anthony's papal cavalry was set up in the disaster area. In front of it was the temporary resettlement site for the victims. At least 300,000 victims were resettled at the junction of the river valley, plain and forest. There were many more victims who heard the news and dragged their families home.
Come here with your mouth.
Some people say that Antony is crazy. He is acting like a pope, but he goes to such a messy and dirty place. He doesn't eat well, has a lot of messy work, is not elegant at all, everywhere is stinky, and he can't sleep well at night.
Those who say this are all people in Antony's Guard Corps. Although most of the Guard Corps are carefully selected and loyal people by Anthony, many of them are actually aristocratic landowners who have been pampered since childhood and let them dictate what they want.
There is nothing wrong with the feet, but if they are asked to do it themselves, they will inevitably attract a lot of complaints.
But Anthony was so busy all day that this complaint could not reach his ears.
During the first thousand years of the First Moon, every once in a while, a people-friendly archbishop would appear in the eastern diocese, either named Ansini or Albini, and his behavior was similar.
With these examples, everyone just complains a little and still dares to do less of the work that should be done.
The most important things for famine relief are to maintain food supply, stabilize people's hearts, and distribute fairly. As long as these three points are done well, no matter how large the number of victims is, there will be no chaos.
The food supply can fluctuate. After all, you will not starve to death if you eat two meals a day or one meal a day. However, the distribution must be fair. People in front cannot have two bowls and those behind have one bowl. There will definitely be chaos.
At the same time, we also want to reassure everyone and let everyone know that there are always people who care about them and are working hard to provide disaster relief. If everyone can be patient for a while, they will definitely be able to get through the difficulties.
The most reassuring way for the victims is to see the usually aloof Archbishop, His Majesty the Pope, appear at the scene and keep bringing more food.
So whenever Anthony is free, he will come to the resettlement site and work hard. It is not just a show. After all, he is also an archbishop, and behind him stands a master god who does not regard divine power as money, so the purification technique and the facial cleansing technique are not needed.
He can use the money as he pleases.
So he searched for injured victims everywhere and treated them personally.
That steady stream of holy light, that wound that healed at a speed visible to the naked eye under the purification technique, that dirty and caked drinking water that turned clear and transparent under the purification technique, that scratch, burn, and spots on the face, but
After the facial cleansing and freckle removal surgery, the face has been restored to its original appearance, even several years younger, and everything is a miracle.
God’s grace is so great.
Every day was like a prayer meeting, with a steady stream of soul flames dedicated to Anthony. Of course, all of these soul flames were turned to Ange.
If the gods of light were still alive, they would definitely be wondering at this moment: Business is pretty good, why didn’t they make any money?
As long as Ange's food supply can be maintained, Anthony can ensure that the entire disaster relief work can run smoothly. After this winter is over and next year's planting season arrives, these hundreds of thousands of people will become a precious labor force.
Then there's the burden.
At that time, he took advantage of the current disaster year and purchased various means of production at low prices, such as plows and hoeing fields, etc., which can be put to use. After growing food, he can pay off various debts and then distribute dividends.
If there is any leftover, distribute it to the victims, and prepare various daily necessities. Once the victims have money, they will have money to spend and start various businesses.
Hundreds of thousands of people will be a huge consumer market. Whoever spends more money this year will have a larger quota next year.
Through this operation, businessmen get money, nobles get food, disaster victims get relief, the local economy is revitalized, and a large amount of production materials are purchased at low prices, which is a win-win situation for all parties.
Nigris often complained about Anthony's eating both ends, which was not considered a skill for Anthony and was just done casually.
However, these plans need to be based on the stability of Ange's food supply and no other surprises.
When someone brought a pale patient to him, and then the patient vomited a lot of bright red mucus in front of him, he also noticed that many of the victims who brought the patient had unnatural expressions on their faces.
When he turned pale, Anthony knew he was in trouble.
"Save me, save us, Your Majesty the Bishop, Your Majesty the Pope, save us." The victim fell to his knees and tried to hug Anthony's thigh.
The loyal guards under 'Qiang' had already drawn their swords and held up the victims, preventing them from getting close. At the same time, they shouted sternly: "It's a plague, please protect me! Everyone retreats, otherwise we will kill them on the spot."
"Priest, purify!"
"Mage, dispel, shield, maintain air pressure!"
"Knights, hold your breath, protect yourself with holy light, and disperse them."
The guards, who had always been amiable, suddenly turned into thorny hedgehogs, and a series of arrangements were violently unfolded as if they were being assassinated.
It was indeed an assassination, and the alert level was even higher than that of an assassination, because it was a plague.
Anthony didn't even stop the guards' rough actions, but said feebly: "Don't hurt anyone."
When he saw the patient vomiting out the bright red mucus, Anthony knew that there was no hope. He had dealt with countless plagues in the past thousand years, but he had never seen this kind of plague.
Never seen before, it means new, new, it means there is no ready treatment, there is no treatment, it means everyone can be infected.
He is protected by the immortal god, and he can be reincarnated and resurrected. At worst, he can be reincarnated as a black warrior, but the people under him cannot.
In this case, they cannot be asked to be concerned about the victims. It is good to be gentle and not hurt anyone.
But the reaction of the guards also stimulated the victims. When they heard about the plague, everyone panicked, as if a drowning man had grasped a life-saving straw, and it was impossible to let Anthony go.
Hu Lala, all the nearby victims came over, and the victims from far away who didn't know the truth also came around. With Anthony's order of "Don't hurt anyone", they were surrounded and unable to move.
This drove the guards crazy with anxiety. This was a plague, an invisible and intangible plague. If they stayed for a second longer, they would be in danger of being infected. But Anthony wouldn't let them hurt anyone, and they couldn't get out.
You can only ask the magician to hold up the shield, and the priest to continuously perform purification spells while maintaining a stable air pressure inside the shield and not sucking in the outside air.
But this would definitely not last long. The leader of the guard turned to Anthony anxiously, hoping that he would authorize him to kill him. However, when he looked back, he saw that Anthony had his eyes closed, as if he was listening to something.
The leader of the guard shuddered and swallowed his words. Then he turned around and made a silencing gesture to everyone, and whispered: "Stop talking. Your Majesty is listening to the oracle."
As if a silencing barrier had been cast, I could hear the word "divine metaphor" being repeated in a low voice, spreading into the distance. Wherever it went, even the victims fell silent.
Listening to divine prophecies? This is a miracle that I have never seen in my life.
It's a pity that divine metaphors are divine metaphors, and it's hard to say which god it belongs to.
After a long while, Anthony opened his eyes and immediately saw countless eyes directed at him.
Anthony smiled slightly and pretended to be calm: "The gods have heard our suffering, and someone will come to save us soon."
Anthony's words silenced the entire restful camp. Not long after, a figure flew from the distant sky. On her back, two huge black wings of light were flapping.