Cyric's followers sent more than a dozen 'Holy Communions', but the first serving of hot water and hot bread was the most timely.
When Zhou Qingfeng came back with food, the little girl huddled on the street corner was already on her deathbed. He put the hot tin kettle under the girl's thin cotton clothes to maintain her body temperature, and waited for her to wake up before bringing the baked bread to her.
past.
This child received the food, but she didn't even have the energy to say "thank you". She instinctively ate bread and drank hot water, trying to fill her stomach - the hot food finally saved this poor life.
Zhou Qingfeng also sent several copies of the subsequent Holy Communions. Some Holy Communions were equipped with exquisite trays and cutlery, and even came with wine and desserts. This was too luxurious and unimaginable in the bitter cold Black Forest.
The big tray was used by Zhou Qingfeng to shield the little girl from the cold wind. The wine was used as fuel, poured on a few pieces of rotten wood on the street corner, and lit to provide some warmth. The rest was used as food reserve so that the child could eat more meals.
of.
After regaining some energy, the little girl finally had the strength to speak. She looked up at the night sky and asked weakly: "The kind person who brought us food, are you really not a god?"
"No, of course I'm not a god. I'm just a mortal like you." Zhou Qingfeng sighed and asked, "Why do you want me to be a god?"
"I heard that gods will grant any wish of believers. I hope a god can come to help me and bring my mother back to life. I miss my mother very much, but she is already dead.
Before my mother died, she said she wanted to go to a place without hunger and cold, but she told me to find a way to survive. But I just want to be with my mother, and I can't live anymore."
Alas... Zhou Qingfeng was speechless and felt sad.
"May I have your name?"
"Sophia."
"how old are you?"
"Nine years old."
"Which village do you stay in?"
"Stucco Village."
Zhou Qingfeng asked a few questions, and when he heard the word "lime mud village", his heart suddenly moved.
"Did anything special happen in your village?"
"I don't know. A few days ago, the leader of the village, Old Xius, ordered the whole village to be closed down and no unrelated people were allowed to go out. I have no place to live, so I can only hide in a small alley and dare not go out.
To talk about something special, there may be goblins in the village. Because I smell the unique sour smell of goblins, and there are quite a lot of them."
Apart from these simple situations, the little girl Sophia doesn't know anything else.
Zhou Qingfeng comforted the child a few words and cut off contact with her. He looked at the information network in his consciousness space, and suddenly thought that he might be able to use the food sent by Cyric to contact the poor in other villages in the Black Forest.
people.
The streams of red prayer information are ignored by the gods. People who issue similar prayers cannot provide the power of faith that the gods need, but they at least know the general situation of where they are, and all they ask for is food and clothing.
"This is the greatest role that information networks can play. It can provide intelligence to me who is currently weak, allowing me to seize opportunities and take the initiative."
Thinking of this, Zhou Qingfeng was really excited. He did what he said, making up the name of 'Holy Light', saying that he was here to bring warmth to the poor. Every time he connected to a low-level red information flow,
Let me start by saying, 'The Holy Light is fooling you'.
wrong......
The Holy Light protects you!
There are more than a dozen human villages in the Black Forest, with a population of more than 2,000. About half of them are capable adventurers, and the rest are ordinary people who do laundry, cooking and hard work.
These people want force but not force, culture but not culture. They can basically do odd jobs and are extremely poor. The priests of the Good God are too lazy to develop the power of their faith because they have to work hard to enlighten them first.
Only believers of the evil god will think of these bottom layers that no one cares about when they want to perform blood sacrifices.
These unloved and unloved people at the bottom are desperate for help, hoping that a god will save them. When a holy light emerges, it is simply like 'the east is red and the sun is rising', which immediately arouses their psychological resonance.
Zhou Qingfeng deliberately imitated Cyric's majestic and high-pressure tone, and appeared in front of the suffering poor with the tone of a superior. After a few words of deception, he asked where the other person was, what his environment was like, and if there was anything special about him.
thing.
Ignorant people are either extremely panicked or overjoyed. Basically, they answer whatever they ask without hiding anything. If someone hesitates and tries to lie, Zhou Qingfeng's ability to 'recognize lies' that he acquired not long ago will come into play.
Cyric's followers sent a large amount of Holy Communion, and part of the food was given to the little girl. Zhou Qingfeng kept part of it for himself, and the rest was used by him to reward those poor people who answered the questions well.
What the true gods bestow upon their believers are miraculous spells, secret cultivation techniques, and gloomy prophecies. Only Uncle Zhou is the most economical, providing food directly. The poor who accept his food are all grateful and loudly praise the benevolent holy light.
All he needs to do is get a memorial tablet for Zhou Qingfeng and burn three sticks of incense in the morning and evening.
When all the food was sent out, Zhou Qingfeng had already constructed a simple map of human settlements in the Black Forest in his mind. Roads connected fifteen villages, scattered within a radius of ten kilometers.
How many people there are in each village, how many troops there are, who the leader is, and what the situation is, all are summarized one by one.
Lu Kansi from Baiya Village still had to send people to investigate each village, which was a time-consuming and labor-intensive task. This task was easily completed by Zhou Qingfeng.
"The situation is not optimistic."
Among the fifteen villages, five have betrayed and surrendered to the Magru tribe, including the mortar village that tricked the barbarian Todd. Its leader, Old Hughes, is the leader of the betrayers and has surrendered to the god of war.
Bann.
Other villages are also in panic, eager to find a way out of their troubles. It's just that the distance between each village seems not far, but the roads in the forest are difficult to travel, information communication is inconvenient, and human forces are basically scattered.
Each village had only one to two hundred people, so it was easy for the enemy to gather their forces and defeat them one by one.
As for when the enemy will start attacking, and from where...
There is a very important piece of information. There are many goblins in the Gray Mud Village. Because Old Xius has joined the Maguru tribe, he can also obtain supplies through the goblin plank road, so they have hoarded a lot of food.
The closest village to Stupid Village is White Crow Village.
The leaders of the two villages are not good friends, and they have accumulated hatred for each other for many years. To say that Old Hughes wanted to use the Bann Church and the Maguru tribe as his backers, eradicate the White Crow Village in one go, and become the boss of human forces in the Black Forest.
This is not surprising at all.
"And I..., what should I do?"
After understanding the current situation in the Black Forest, Zhou Qingfeng woke up from his deep sleep and frowned. He used to be a keyboard coolie. He was really not good at fighting and killing, and he had never been involved in conspiracy.
Now it is really difficult for him to make a choice when facing life and death - this is not a game, you can die again.
At this moment, it was still dark, and several portions of the remaining communion food appeared aside. Zhou Qingfeng first put these reserved foods into his backpack, held the rusty slender sword, and was in a daze.
"I am alone and weak. No matter which side I join, I cannot survive independently in the Black Forest. I also have no capital and no strength to win over others.
In this world of intrigues, you must be careful every step you take. Should I try my best to show off, or should I tolerate it silently?"