Chapter 347

In the middle of the night, the dark curtain hung in the dark starry sky. The burning campfire was blown by the cold wind and made a sparse sound. Occasionally, there was a hard to hide sound of pain.

Stepping on the soft grass, Abda slightly tidied up his black cloak and walked out into a quiet caravan camp behind him.

No matter how reluctant you are to give up the wealth and members accumulated in recent years, as long as others are there, everything has hope and the hope of rising again.

After looking up at the waning moon in the night, Abda slowly lowered his head and held the golden badge given by the temple of wealth in his hand.

Every trade caravan hanging under the name of the temple of wealth will get a badge engraved with the goddess of wealth, symbolizing being sheltered by the temple of wealth.

The price is 30% of the wealth gained from each trade.

"May the goddess of wealth bless the devout believers!" Abda whispered, pale.

He had never believed so firmly in the goddess of wealth and the fuzzy goddess with a gold crown engraved on the front.

Because at dusk, something strange happened in the camp. Several mercenaries and attendants infected with diseases suddenly died.

Died in a way that looked very scary.

The green pustules all over the body were scratched, the pain and wail rolled to the ground, and the stench spread in the air.

[medium level spell: fade]!

Taking advantage of the moonlight, Abda reluctantly used a magic scroll he collected.

The light blue magic energy wrapped Abda's body and gradually integrated with the surrounding environment. If you don't look carefully, you can't tell whether there is a person standing there.

Evading several sentinels, Abda quietly felt it out and looked a little relaxed.

Looking back at the camp under the moonlight, in a trance, I seemed to see a silent green Beast, saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth, trying to devour all the caravans.

Shocked, he left the camp in a hurry, but he didn't find anyone following behind silently.

"The believers in the temple of wealth really have a way!"

"Is this ready to abandon everything? Go to Valoran alone? Fortunately, I have noticed."

"Well, how about taking me one!"

The shadows of the night are mottled, the moonlight is pale, the water is flowing, and the faint footprints crush the grass.

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"The believers of the temple of wealth ask for help?"

In the simple camp, there is a stone room belonging to the temple of wealth.

Easta seemed to feel something, slightly frowned, engraved with the golden badge given to the nominal trading caravan by the goddess of wealth, and the wave came from outside the camp.

"It's a little hard to do now!" ISDA knew that the priorities were clear. Valoran was the Lord and the temple of wealth was the guest.

If you are not infected with the plague, you can bring him in, but if you are infected with the plague

wait!

An inexplicable emotion flickered in Eastar's eyes, sometimes hesitating, sometimes tangled, sometimes firm.

Finally, he wore a black robe again and left the room quietly.

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A little starlight is reflected on the dry bloody plain. Abda stands quietly in place. The effect of [medium level spell: fade] has not dispersed, and the whole person is hidden under the night.

The quiet atmosphere came slowly. He looked at the brightly lit stone camp not far away, and his heart was surging.

He is waiting. The wealth badge has been touched. I don't know if anyone will come.

It's just a long time. Did you give up?

"Damn it, I shouldn't have given so many gold shields to the temple of wealth. It's useless at the critical moment." a manic mood appeared on Abda's face.

But he still had self-control, didn't make a sound, and his clenched fists shrank in his black cloak.

Suddenly, Abda raised his head, seemed to hear the sound of steps, his eyes trembled, slightly loosened his fists, and stood respectfully waiting.

"My Lord is always watching believers, don't give up faith!" a gentle voice came out of the night.

In the moonlight, a figure wearing a black robe was walking.

Seeing the face of the comer, Abda bowed his head respectfully and said with praise, "the light of my lord shines on me."

"Abda says hello to you, bishop ISDA!"

"I've heard of you, Mr. Abda." I want to return to Valoran! "Abda said firmly, looking at bishop ISDA." if I can, I want to lead my business group together... "

Easta raised his right hand, motioned him to stop talking, smiled gently and said, "of course, it's just... I need a test!"

He seemed to think of something. His eyes cruised in the surrounding environment: "are you alone?"

"Yes, bishop ISDA," said Abda, puzzled but honest.

"I have some words that are inconvenient for additional people to hear..." easta smiled gently, and the cold color in his eyes flashed away.

"Get out!"

He looked at a shadowy place, and the dazzling golden light twinkled in the palm of his hand.

[medium level spell: Master's hand]!

The pale golden handprint emerged out of thin air more than ten meters away, grabbed it in the shadow, and the surging magic energy suddenly surged.

"Wait, bishop ISTA, I'd like to be a believer in the temple of wealth..." a big bellied figure suddenly emerged from the shadow, with a panicked pale face full of cold sweat.

"I am willing to contribute the wealth of the caravan..."

[medium level divine skill: light of punishment]!

A faint golden sword solidified in the night sky, turned into a sharp light and cut at the peeping figure.

"No!!!"

Before the shrill voice sounded, it was completely annihilated in the golden sword.

The cold wind in the night woke up Abu Da, who was trembling in his heart. He recognized the big bellied figure.

It was the guy who embarrassed him in front of everyone before dusk.

Is this a warning? Or a threat?

"Well, now we can have a good conversation!" easta said easily, looking at the smart middle-aged man in front of him, clearly seeing the cold sweat on his forehead.

"Explain to you more, because there is a plague spreading in the western region of Yinsong Province, so I need to do a test!"

"Plague? How is it possible? We don't see any signs of plague spreading!" Abda exclaimed, his inner fear showing his face.

Plague is not only a troublesome thing for nobles and temples.

For ordinary people, especially the caravans and mercenaries running outside all year round, it is synonymous with disaster.

May be broken!

"No, you see!" ISDA looked gentle and spoke with an inexplicable voice, calming the mood of Abda in front of him.

Hoo Hoo Hoo!

Abda gasped. He remembered the scene in the camp at dusk, the broken dark green pustules, and the tragically dead mercenaries and attendants.

"No, no, is that... Really... Plague?" Abda raised his head, looked at bishop ISDA in front of him and said helplessly.

He hoped to get a negative conclusion, but

"What you see is the spreading plague!" easta nodded slightly and said in a deep voice.

The cold words completely broke the illusion of believers in the temple of wealth.

The light golden radiance covered his right hand and gently put it on Abda's shoulder: "I'm sorry that you have been with those infected with the plague for too long and have been infected!"

"This outbreak of plague is difficult to disperse directly. It will be possible only if you go to the temple..."

He lied.

Slightly infected plagues can be forcibly dispelled by divine magic. Only those deeply infected need to go to the temple.

"Help me... Help me... Bishop ISDA, please... Help me, I can donate all the wealth in my name!"

Abda's tone was full of pity. His once shrewd face became pale and weak, and muddy tears trickled down his cheeks.

"Wuwu... Wuwu... I don't want to die..."

With a gentle smile, easta looked at the superb performance in front of him. Oh, it should be said that it was a 'catharsis' with his own emotions.

"Make a deal!"

"The temple of wealth wants to make a deal with you."

"About the plague, about your family."

"For example, your eldest son, I heard that he is a devout believer in the temple of wealth. Perhaps the position of preparing a temple knight is really suitable for him."

Silence filled the air, gradually eliminating the movement around.

Abda's pale and weak face disappeared, and the flowing tears slowly wiped clean. He looked at ISDA blandly, and a flame burned in his heart.

"How can I believe you!"

He did not refuse, nor did he have the right to refuse. The power and horror of the temple of wealth in the Grand Duchy of tempefasha were far beyond everyone's imagination.

As a businessman who has lived in the Grand Duchy of tempefasha for decades, Abda knows this very well.

Otherwise, they will not "become" believers in the temple of wealth. Every trade must "present" 30% of their wealth with great respect.

"Make a contract in the name of our Lord!" easta suddenly smiled, this time a real smile, a smile from the heart.

The task arranged under amber crown is about to be completed!

"Deal!"

The low voice of despair died with the wind in the dark night.