"In addition to selling poisons, antidotes, and medicines, we travel quietly throughout Faerûn, just to find new diseases and infection symptoms, and to improve the prestige of the 'Mother of Diseases'.
Our efforts are all about gaining respect and making mortals more aware of disease and poison. We tend to the sick, bury the dead, or are employed by rulers to protect us from disease and poison.
The followers of the ‘Mother of Plagues’ are not unreasonable people. But if anyone dares to expel or punish us, no matter what the reason is, we will cause a serious plague in the local area and demand the price for this insult.”
Inside Zhou Qingfeng's office.
The followers of the 'Mother of Plagues', Pastor Talona who traveled in the North, and Mr. Justen, who was like a tuberculosis ghost, were talking. Zhou Qingfeng only rolled his eyes when listening to him, obviously he didn't like such a person to be around him.
territory.
Cyric was also saying bad things, "Talona is just a weak divine power. Its believers have no skills at all. They are just playing with poisons with unknown effects. You don't have to be afraid of it at all.
Due to long-term exposure to poisons and diseases, Talona's followers are ugly as hell, and no one has ever liked these guys. Just drive these guys away, you don't have to be polite at all."
Zhou Qingfeng's eyes rolled to the sky. When 'Consumption Ghost' Justen finished his long speech, he just knocked on the table and asked: "What can you do for me?"
"We can develop poisons and antidotes for you, and we can also spread and eliminate diseases for you. We only need a small space and a small amount of financial support."
Justen could see Zhou Qingfeng's impatience, but he had long been accustomed to the misunderstanding and hatred of the world. He had no intention of settling in the Black Forest. This was entirely a strong invitation from the dwarf witch doctor Old Borg.
The old dwarf desperately praised Justen's ability, saying how skilled he was in extracting poisons and spreading diseases. At the same time, he also mentioned Zhou Qingfeng's 'paralysis potion' and praised the young man's rich physiological knowledge and insights.
Zhou Qingfeng is also a happy person. He slapped the table and shouted loudly: "Okay, okay, don't talk nonsense. I don't like your "human beings, ghosts or ghosts" appearance. What's the meaning of "epidemic"?
My mother doesn’t know much about it either. So..."
Old Borg's heart sank, and the consumptive man felt even more disappointed.
"So it's impossible to give you much support. Well, Harmony Village just needs an epidemic prevention station, but I don't have anyone who knows how to do this job. Mr. Justen, you will be the director of the health and epidemic prevention station. The monthly budget is five
Ten gold coins, no more."
What the hell is a health and epidemic prevention station? Does this mean it is willing to accommodate us?
Justen looked at Old Borg in confusion, but Old Borg nodded and said happily: "Okay, okay, we have fifty gold coins a month, we are very satisfied."
"It's not enough." Justen whispered instead, "Fifty gold coins is really not enough. I still have some friends and apprentices, and they also need a place to stay. Seventy gold coins a month, I guarantee that there will be no one in the village."
Any poisoning or disease will occur.”
But Zhou Qingfeng said forcefully: "I say fifty, fifty. First let's see what your abilities are. If you are all as bad as old Borg, wouldn't I have spent my money in vain?"
The old dwarf was trying to persuade Justen to give it up. He almost died of anger when he heard the last sentence, "Victor, it's so rude of you to belittle me like this. I am your friend after all. Everyone in the Black Forest thinks so."
The potion I refined is very effective."
Zhou Qingfeng smiled "hehe" without any intention of changing his mind, "Mr. Justen, as long as you can make my villagers less sick and keep my subordinates away from poison and plague, our small force can go further."
Go far and you will be rewarded.
I welcome you to join, and I hope you will make some achievements. But I hope you will change your appearance. I know you want to be respected, but respect cannot be obtained through misunderstanding and fear, nor will it bring gratitude and
trust."
Zhou Qingfeng even stood up on his own initiative and stretched out his hand towards Justen. Next to the boy, Inisa was shocked when she saw this. She reminded in a low voice: "Victor, he is the pastor of the 'Mother of Diseases'. He said
You may be infected with the disease."
Justen himself was stunned, staring at Zhou Qingfeng's stretched out palm for a long time. He hesitated for a while before stretching out his withered, wrinkled palm, and laughed at himself with a wry smile: "No one has been willing to shake my hand for a long time.
"
"Actually, I'm a little scared too." Zhou Qingfeng said with a smile, "But I have a little bit of confidence and am willing to give a little bit of trust. Mr. Justen should not let down my trust."
"Of course. Although I am not a good person, I still have principles." Justen said, "I will not hurt those who are willing to respect me."
Sophia gave a judgment in the information network, "Brother, the lie test passed. So far, he has not lied."
Under the witness of everyone, the two hands were gently held together and then separated.
Inisa secretly pinched Zhou Qingfeng hard and whispered: "You are not allowed to touch me with that hand again tonight."
Zhou Qingfeng only smiled at this and said "Okay". He knew very well that early medical research was developed from inexplicable witchcraft, and he suffered misunderstanding and discrimination for this reason.
For a diagram of human anatomy, the pioneers of modern medicine would even steal corpses. But people who study toxins and diseases can become the best doctors today.
The world of swords and magic definitely has more mysterious powers, but the basic principles will not change. People like Justen are hated and expelled elsewhere, but that doesn't mean that the abilities they master are useless.
Zhou Qingfeng turned his head again, and on the other side of the round table was the Necromancer shrouded in a black robe. Except for his mummy-like arm wrapped in tattered cloth, there was only a pair of eyes shining red in the black robe.
This guy came uninvited, no one invited him. He heard about the appearance of elven ruins and the story of Harmony Village, and then he boarded the carriage from Cold Wind City. This guy even used arcane magic to influence
The coachman lost his mind and didn't even pay the fare.
"Sir, please identify yourself and pay the fare. Otherwise we can't talk." Zhou Qingfeng said. As for the consumption ghost Justen, he didn't like his appearance. For this undead spirit, he didn't like his appearance.
Wizards, he really hates them.
How would this work if everyone got on the bus without buying a ticket?
There will be no power to drive.
"My name?" the sinister Necromancer chuckled, "I have lived for too long and have used countless names. You can call me whatever you want. As for the fare? I dare to pay, you dare to
Collect it?"
Under the black robe, the necromancer stretched out his other hand. It was a monster arm, furry and covered with dense steel manes, and it was extremely huge and thick. Its palm was spread out, and a strange luster appeared in the palm.
coin.
The monster's arm shook slightly, and the coin flew up and landed in front of Zhou Qingfeng. Everyone watched with attention. The coin was broken and the pattern was blurry, but there was a layer of light on its surface.
When Inisa saw the coin, she stood up suddenly, held her sword in her hand, and shouted sternly: "Victor, don't touch that damn coin. This guy is the 'Soul Captor' Mondino, and he used this trick to steal it."