Chapter 475 My Lord, please give me the Holy Light
After leaving the Warlock Ladder, Anthony wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and hurried back to report: "This Eye of Reality is so powerful, it almost saw through me."
Nigris asked doubtfully: "See through?"
"He has some kind of divine power that can see through what is true and what is false. However, when using his divine power, there are more restrictions. I guess it is achieved through question and answer. As long as my answer is not true, I may be
He sees through it," Anthony said.
"So magical?" Nigris was shocked: "Isn't that the same as a lie detector?"
"Yes, lie detector. When I was talking to him, I felt very frightened for fear of saying the wrong thing." Anthony said.
Nigris was surprised: "Then how did you fool him?"
"How can this be a lie? I'm telling the truth." Anthony said dissatisfied: "He asked me if I was really the Pope? I said yes, and he asked me who I worship as Lord, and I said the God of Libra, so
He believed me."
"Pfft - no matter how real the eyes are, you will be blinded if they touch them." Nigris burst out laughing.
Gaining Cabrera's trust, Anthony also asked some about the immortal king.
"The Nirvana Barrier has trapped His Majesty, but His Majesty has also locked the opponent's Nirvana Warlock with his soul. Now no one can do anything about the other. Cabrera said that they are accumulating energy and preparing to activate the Starburst Magic Circle and adjust it to Soul Shock.
mode to bombard His Majesty in the barrier." Anthony said.
"What? Activate the Starburst Array? When?" Nigris was shocked.
Ange also raised his head. Under normal circumstances, when everyone was chatting, he would be distracted and doing his own thing. In the past, he stretched out his hands to farm in the space, but now he can't farm, so he has to do other things.
Recently, he has been practicing forming starburst arrays. The entire starburst array has about two thousand magic marks, and he has now assembled more than one thousand three hundred.
Even Ange, who didn't really like listening to their chat, raised his head.
"I don't know. Cabrera didn't answer this question, but judging from his appearance, it may take a long time. It may be several months or even years, depending on when the starburst magic circle accumulates enough energy," Anthony said.
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"No, the God of Life said not long ago that the Starburst Array is going to break down. Can it still launch after it is broken down?" Nigris was surprised.
The Starburst Array is a very huge creation. Even if it is damaged, it will not be visible for a while, but it is impossible to launch it again, right?
The God of Life appeared from Ange's shoulder blankly, and said slowly: "I don't know, it was those plants that told me."
It seems that it is unreliable to determine the situation of the Starburst Array from the God of Life. Everyone can only prepare for the worst.
How to prepare for the worst case scenario is what Anthony and Yin Coin have to think about. Ange doesn't need to think about this, he can just happily open up wasteland and farm.
As long as there is an adequate supply of food, no other problems will trouble Anthony and the silver coins. Only food cannot be conjured out of thin air.
In view of the desert climate, the crops Ange chose were mainly sweet potato. This kind of tuber growing in the ground can slow down the evaporation of water. It looks sparse and dying on the ground and is inconspicuous. When it matures, dig it up and take a look.
, there are big lumps in the soil.
If he plants it, Ange won't care about it, and he won't use the quick-death halo to speed it up, because there are too many wastelands waiting for him to cultivate.
If he uses the quick-death halo, he can only stay in one place and harvest after sowing, which is a waste of divine power and the total harvest will not be much.
The southern part of the desert is full of humble potatoes. In the dam irrigation area and on both sides of the Xin River, there is no shortage of water, so rice and wheat are planted.
They can clear up wasteland and sow seeds, but after the crops grow, they have to take care of such a large area. It will be too busy for just a few of them. There are 100,000 farmers in the fresh sea plane, and only 100,000 farmers are needed in the desert.
There will be more.
A large number of farmers were organized by Feiwo, entered these areas, settled down and took care of crops. The original desert town was also rebuilt. The entire Beifeng Desert entered into a booming production construction, and the labor force in Beifeng City actually began to be in short supply.
"This is a huge weird thing. Do you know how big the eyes of those slave merchants were when I sent out the purchase invitation to them?" Feiwo couldn't help but feel happy when he talked about this matter.
"How big is it? Is it that big?" Nigris stared hard at his eyes, which were as big as a bull's eye.
"Well, that's not the case. Master Naige, please stop teasing me. Who can have bigger eyes than a dragon?" Feiwo said helplessly.
"That's not that big." Nigris said proudly, akimbo, "What did they say?"
"They said: Why are you buying so many old, weak, women, children, sick and disabled people? The food at home is moldy?" Feiwo said, spreading his hands.
If there wasn't so much food in the house that it was moldy, the slave traders couldn't figure out why someone would buy so many old, weak, women, children, sick and disabled people, and buy them back. What else could they do besides wasting food?
Their production value may not be as high as the food they eat. If they save on food, a normal person needs to consume one kilogram of rice and noodles every day, which is more than three hundred and sixty kilograms a year. They also need money for clothing and housing.
However, due to their labor capacity, they may not be able to grow a few hundred kilograms of grain in a year. If they are sick, they have to pay back the wages, which is a huge loss.
In the eyes of slave traders, this is a cold mathematical problem. They really can't figure out why Feiwo would take the risk of losing money and acquire so many worthless people. Is there any profit point that they can't see?
Is it because both the Undead Empire and the Warlock Alliance are distributing food, so the cost can be reduced? Or can it be exchanged for some preferential policies?
Unable to find out any key points from Feiwo, the slave traders began to move with hesitation. While giving Feiwo people away, they also became kind to the remaining slaves.
I was afraid that the slaves would starve to death and I would not be able to receive any benefits from the superiors.
Feiwo couldn't ask for the key, because there was no key at all. All Ange really needed was to be old, weak, sick, disabled, and pregnant.
Of course, he can also ask for strong labor force, but it is not necessary. After all, the most laborious land reclamation work has been done by Gadrigo. The new arrivals only need to take care of the crops in the fields, occasionally weed and kill voles and pests.
Children can do it.
Moreover, the old, weak, sick and disabled will soon be able to thrive when they arrive at Ange's place.
"These are upgraded beans. If you add them to the rapeseed cake, aren't you afraid that everyone will get nosebleeds from eating them?" Nigris couldn't help but ask as he watched Ange throw the upgraded beans into the grinder.
"No, just check, just the right amount." Ange checked and chose the appropriate ratio.
After finishing the rapeseed cakes, Ange poured medicine into the holy water. Every newly arrived slave would change the drinking water to holy water. It was first-class in cleansing the intestines and stopping diarrhea. Now he added medicine into it.
"What potion is this?" Nigris asked.
"Hemel, saliva." Ange said.
"Pfft - the insect god's saliva? Why add this?" Nigris was shocked.
"Deworming." Most of the new arrivals have parasite problems. Some have round bellies like pregnant women, but their limbs are abnormally thin, and some have patches of different shades of color on their faces.
The saliva of the Insect God is not an ordinary insecticide. It is a substance with magical power. It only repels and kills insects, but it is non-toxic and will not harm the body.
After pouring the insect god's saliva, Ange poured in a few more bottles of essence. Most people have gastrointestinal injuries, and the essence can accelerate the healing of internal injuries.
Nigris understands this, but his flesh is a little sore. A bottle of essence contains eight thousand magic crystals. These few bottles will cost you twenty to thirty thousand magic crystals. These slaves didn’t even spend so much money to buy them back. How many barrels are there now?
The water is used up.
The price of slaves is very cheap, it can even be said that they are half bought and half given away, because there are too many of them.
It is true that both the Undead Empire and the Warlock Alliance have begun relief efforts, but the turbulent situation has still resulted in piles of bankrupt farmers. Let's take Drogo City, where Ange shelters tens of thousands of victims.
Throughout the entire plane, there are countless cities similar to Drogo.
Not long ago, the Warlock Alliance took in a group of children, but they only wanted healthy children under the age of ten.
The able-bodied labor force was in high demand and had been sent away early. No one wanted the remaining old, weak, women, children, sick and disabled people. The slave traders came over and shouted: "Food and lodging are included!" and a crowd of people gathered around them.
Thanks to the relief provided by the Undead Empire and the Warlock Alliance, otherwise these people might not survive until now. However, everyone knows that the relief cannot last forever. If there is another way out, we must make plans early.
It was under such circumstances that Buck and his mother came to North Wind City.
Buck is less than ten years old this year. Originally, at his age, he could have been selected by the Warlock Alliance, but he was disabled in his right hand, so he was not selected.
His mother also suffered from serious lung disease and could not breathe even when walking fast. So when he begged the slave traders to give him a job and he would work very hard, he was ridiculed: "You are so sick and disabled."
What can you do? Waste food and go begging."
Even the slave traders didn't want him.
Mother has expressed her intention several times to let Buck ignore her and live on his own, but Buck refuses. He can still go to receive food. If he leaves, mother may not even be able to squeeze into the crowd of people receiving food.
starve.
So when he heard that someone wanted anyone who could breathe without any restrictions, Buck brought his mother over without saying a word.
Buck has a habit of listening to others talk, and his hearing is also very good, so when he was waiting in line, he heard the whispers of two people behind him: "The buyer this time is so rich that he even used a teleportation array to pick us up.
past?"
"Is the teleportation array expensive?"
"Of course, I heard from the previous owner that it costs four or five magic crystals to teleport a person. If you sell me, it won't be worth even one magic crystal. You still want to sit in the teleportation array?"
At this time, another voice came in and said: "No, let's gather enough people and teleport them together. Each person consumes about one magic crystal, depending on the distance and weight."
"One magic crystal is a lot. In our village, one magic crystal can marry a wife."
The whispers from others gave Buck an important message. The person who bought them seemed to be very wealthy.
After gathering enough people, the teleportation array was activated, and with a flash of white light, Buck found himself in a brand new place.
"Come on, come on, all new friends, please obey the order, leave the teleportation array in an orderly manner, and come this way." Jamie held a big loudspeaker and shouted enthusiastically and generously, guiding everyone.
This little boy I met by chance on the road has completely changed from when I first met him. Anthony can really transform people.
Buck looked curiously at his little brother, who was not much older than him. Jamie also noticed him because the mutilation on Buck's hand was very conspicuous.
Jamie smiled at him kindly and continued to shout: "Please move in an orderly manner. We have prepared food and water. You can get it if you go there."
The food and water attracted everyone, and everyone moved much faster.
Perhaps because she was walking too fast, Buck's mother suddenly began to pant rapidly, she was out of breath, and her lips turned purple.
Jamie discovered this situation, ran over quickly, stretched out his hand and pressed it on Buck's mother's forehead: "May the Holy Light bless you."
Buck's mother's condition improved a lot. Jamie asked someone to push a wheeled trolley over, put Buck's mother on it, and pushed Buck's mother away. As expected, she stopped breathing.
From the moment Jamie's palm lit up with the holy light, Buck's eyes fell on his hand from time to time, and he was inexplicably shocked.
Seeing him like this, Jamie raised his hand with a smile and showed it: "This is the power given by my Lord Ange, you can do it too."
"Me too?" Buck's eyes lit up.
"Of course, I almost starved to death on the roadside three months ago. I was even worse than you are now. It was the Lord and His Majesty who saved me and gave me strength. By the way, what happened to your mother?" Jamie asked
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Buck's mother recovered. When she heard that she was being asked about something, she said with some difficulty: "It's an old problem. I gasp when I walk quickly. Thank you... thank you just now."
"You're breathless even when walking? It should be because your lung function has declined. What's causing the decline? I'll take you to see His Majesty to see if there's anything he can do." Jamie said thoughtfully.
Buck's eyes lit up: "Can it be cured?" Not to mention it can be completely cured, but it can be partially restored. It doesn't mean that he can run or do heavy work. As long as he can walk normally, Buck will be happy.
As if he had heard a joke, Jamie smiled strangely and politely: "My Lord is omnipotent."
If Master Ange takes action, he can change his body...
There were already many sick people around Ange. He was wearing a gray sacrificial robe and kept treating people. At his speed, there were no people around him, but Anthony strongly asked him to treat them more slowly.
"Why?" Ange asked puzzledly.
He can obviously cast more than twenty facial cleansing spells in one second, but now he is asked to cast it every few seconds, which is a bit uncomfortable.
"Sir, if no one sees your power, how can you spread your glory? Your achievements must be on the bright side." Anthony explained.
"Oh." Anyway, he didn't understand, so Ange just did what he said.
Although the speed slowed down, Buck's mother still had her turn very quickly and was cured in a few strokes. To this end, the essence was atomized for her to inhale into her lungs.
Seeing his mother stand up with unprecedented ease and jumping twice without breathing, Buck knelt down in front of Ange and said piously: "My Lord, please give me the Holy Light."
A thick soul flame sank into Ange's soul, wrapped around it, and formed a mark. In an instant, Ange felt like something had opened up between himself and his body.