Zhou Qingfeng was studying "Simple Woodworking Machinery and Wooden Architectural Design" by himself. He was so tired of studying that his scalp exploded. The 'Jiying' at the door shouted: "Master, Old Borg has brought some friends to see you."
The dwarf witch doctor was already standing at the door, followed by some strange people of different heights, short, fat, and thin. They looked like they came from primitive tribes, and their bodies were covered with ornaments made of various animal and plant parts.
"Hey, Victor, haven't you always wanted to find a priest? Let me introduce you to my friends. They believe in the 'Mother of Diseases' like me, and they are around level two or three, so they should be able to help you.
"
The old dwarf pointed at the weird people, feeling that his recommendation would definitely satisfy Zhou Qingfeng. But when Uncle Zhou saw these tuberculosis ghosts, his mind went crazy.
‘Mother of Diseases’? Isn’t she Talona, the goddess of poison and disease?
According to the 'Occult Science-Gods', Zhou Qingfeng knew very well that the 'Mother of Diseases' was not a good thing. It was an old, ugly and extremely psychologically twisted pervert. He couldn't help lamenting in his heart: "Those who deal with me and Mao Tzu are all
Evil God?
I really hope to have some followers of good gods. For example, the female priests of Suna, the goddess of love, are passionate and unrestrained. The daughters of the goddess of magic are beautiful and passionate.
Followers of Selun, the moon god, are beautiful and gentle. Or even a dark-skinned girl from Eilistraee's staff. They love to take off their clothes and dance as soon as it gets dark."
Zhou Qingfeng fell into a sluggish routine, and others thought he was thinking about whether to accept the priest of the 'Mother of Diseases'. 'Shiying' shouted at the door again, "Master, you seem to have become famous, and someone wants to visit you again.
"
Uncle Zhou stopped sighing meaninglessly and asked angrily: "My place has almost become a vegetable market. Is that evil god sending his men again?"
A rickety old man shrouded in black robes appeared at the door. He laughed in a hoarse and unpleasant voice: "Evil God? As a necromancer wandering between life and death, I believe in the lich god Veshalon.
The Lord is really an evil god."
Zhou Qingfeng slapped his forehead and shouted frantically: "God, am I going to become the boss of the evil forces?"
In order of first come, first served, Old Borg first introduced his friends, "We are good at selling poisons, antidotes and medicines. We also travel low-key throughout Faerûn, just to find new diseases and infection symptoms, and are committed to improving them."
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.”
Zhou Qingfeng rolled his eyes to the sky. When Old Berg finished his long speech, he just knocked on the table and asked: "Why did you bring these people to me?"
"We can develop poisons and antidotes, and we can also spread and eliminate diseases. We only need a small space and a small amount of financial support." The old dwarf could see Zhou Qingfeng's impatience, but he still fought hard.
“Can they treat pain?”
"sure."
Harmony Village still needs medical personnel.
Zhou Qingfeng is also a cheerful person. He slammed the table and shouted loudly: "Okay, no nonsense. I don't like your friend's 'neither human nor ghost' appearance, and I don't know much about the 'Mother of Diseases'"
.so......"
Old Borg's heart sank, and the tuberculosis ghosts felt even more disappointed.
"So it's impossible to give you much support. However, the Harmony Village Medical Center is seriously short of manpower. Your monthly budget is fifty gold coins, no more."
What the hell is a medical center? Does this mean it is willing to take us in?
The tuberculosis ghosts looked at Old Bog in confusion. Old Bog nodded his head and said happily: "Okay, okay, it would be great if you can take in my friend." But he immediately shook his head and said: "Fifty gold coins per month in the medical center is really good.
It’s not enough. Just one hundred gold coins, and I guarantee that there won’t be any poisoning or disease in the village.”
But Zhou Qingfeng said forcefully: "I say fifty, fifty. First let's see what your friends' abilities are like. If you are all as bad as you, wouldn't I have spent my money in vain?"
The old dwarf 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 that the medicine I refine is very effective."
Zhou Qingfeng smiled "hehe" without any intention of changing his mind, "As long as my villagers can get less sick, my subordinates can stay away from poison and plague, and our small force can go further, you will be rewarded.
of.
I welcome you all 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 extended his hand to a 'consumption ghost'.
Several of the 'consumption ghosts' were stunned, looking at Zhou Qingfeng's outstretched palm for a long time. One of them hesitated for a long time before stretching out his withered and wrinkled palm, and laughed at himself and said with a wry smile: "No one has been willing to shake my hand for a long time.
Already."
"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. I believe that Old Borg will not betray my trust."
"Of course. Although I am not a good person, I still have principles." Old Borg shouted, "I never hurt those who are willing to respect me."
Zhou Qingfeng said "yes" to this. He knew very well that early medical research was developed from inexplicable witchcraft, and 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 has more mysterious powers, but the basic principles will not change. The old Borg were hated and expelled elsewhere, and even had to hide in the black forest to live, but it does not mean that the abilities they master are useless
of.
Zhou Qingfeng turned his head again, and the last visitor was a necromancer shrouded in a black robe. Except for his mummy-like arm wrapped in tattered cloth, there were only a pair of eyes glowing 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. For the tuberculosis ghosts, he just didn't like the appearance of the other party. For this necromancer
, he really hates it.
How would this work if everyone got on the bus without buying a ticket?
There will be no motivation 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. This was a monster arm, furry and covered with dense steel manes. It was also 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 Old Borg saw the coin, he immediately shouted in shock: "Victor, don't touch that damn coin. This guy is the 'Soul Captor' Mondino, and he has used this trick to steal the souls of countless people."