Chapter 543: Chapter 311: Can’t Sweep Clean_2
Although Kebos didn’t understand why Lady Lisa would order them to disguise themselves as Priests of Light, he didn’t care much, as they were still spreading the great name of Master Ange.
Kebos was once a commoner in Ice City, destitute and cold, unable to afford a coffin for his parents, until Lord Ange’s arrival.
Lord Ange brought food and the World Tree, not only providing them warmth and satiation, but occasional beetroots to enjoy. When they were sick, someone would heal them, when they died, someone would bury them. Even coffins were available for their deceased parents, rumored to be imported from the human world made of jujube wood.
No longer needing to wander across barren lands in search of their ancestor’s remains, this was a prosperous era they could have never imagined. Henceforth, Kebos became a devout follower of Ange, and after various tests, he eventually became a priest of the Undead Temple.
All the robed men and women here were priests of the Undead Temple, reporting directly to Lady Lisa, but their immediate superior was High Priest Ork.
Now that Lady Lisa’s not around, he can only resort to reporting to High Priest Ork.
Kebos found the young boy who was dutifully sweeping the cave floor and respectfully said, “High Priest Ork, we treated thirty refugees today, most of whom were saved, but a few of them have stubborn diseases that our abilities cannot handle. We need your personal assistance.”
Ork scratched his head: “Alright.”
Kebos continued to report, “Among these people we’ve treated, most are poor civilians, but two or three of them were brought here due to old injuries flaring up. Looking at their wounds, they are predominately caused by blades and swords. After treating and interrogating them, it turns out they are spies from the Wusu Kingdom hiding in the refugee group. I interrogated them and here are their recorded confessions, cross-checked and with inconsistencies highlighted.”
As he said this, he tried to hand the documents to Ork.
Ork shook his head, “I can’t read it, give it to Lady Lisa.”
Kebos expected this reaction, as High Priest Ork was notoriously uninvolved, much like their Master God, Ange.
After briefing him on daily routine matters, which Ork listened to and then ignored, Kebos followed him to the treatment area.
Nearby caves have been modified into a settlement area, a treatment area, and an emergency aid area.
Patients not in need of emergency aid would stay temporarily in the treatment area until healed, then they’d be moved to the settlement area.
With Ork’s arrival, several patients suffering from chronic diseases were healed one by one and were then transferred out.
In the end, there was only one spy left.
“This is one of the three spies we found. We’ve treated the other two, but this fellow has a hard mass near his heart. No matter how we attempt to heal it, the mass does not shrink. It is already pressing on his blood vessels. If not treated, he will die soon,” explained Kebos.
Apparently, since the Bone Priest killed the Insect God, Hermel, he had been left in that cave all along.”
Oke slightly tilted his head, “You said it doesn’t matter where you are.”
The Bone Priest replied with a somewhat dejected tone, “Couldn’t clean up.”
The cave where Hermel had stayed was high and spacious, filled with rubbish. Without the Insect God, bats would occasionally fly in and defecate mid-air.
In the beginning, the Bone Priest would use ‘Soul Impact’ to kill these bats.
However, their bodies would then fall and become an even bigger pile of rubbish. After sweeping them to one side, they would rot and breed bugs that would crawl all over the place.
No matter how he swept, the Bone Priest couldn’t clean the cave completely, which greatly troubled him and even made him lose his hair.
“Oh, do you want to go back?” Oke asked.
“Yes.”
Oke opened the summoning channel again. The Bone Priest stepped into it and reappeared in the familiar Undead Temple.
A plump Minotaur auntie was watering the sacred mushrooms there. She seemed happy to see the Bone Priest, “Good day, Sir Bones. Long time no see. How have you been?”
After greeting him, the Minotaur auntie left, carrying her bucket. After all, the Bone Priest wouldn’t respond. Instead, she had to be careful not to let the sacred mushrooms grow into the precincts of the temple, or he would chase them away with his broom.
Not long after she walked away, she heard the sound of sweeping coming from the temple again.
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The priests of the Undead Temple had arrived outside the refugee camp early, and Grand Duke Luosha’s troops were also well-prepared, just waiting for the Wusu Kingdom’s army to walk into the trap.
The whole plan was made by Anthony, the acting Pope of the Holy Church. Misha even had the chance to meet this legendary figure in person.
One day, Misha, along with some high-ranking individuals from the kingdom, brought the designed plan to Ange and Lisa. There, they found a mysterious man draped in a cloak.
The mysterious man lifted his hood, introducing himself, “I’m Anthony. Nice to meet you. I’ve looked at your plan, and to be honest... it’s too cruel.”
“I would like to ask you one question. Do you plan to block the people of Wusu at the border, watch their lands being annexed by nobles, turn civilians into refugees, and allow an endless stream of them to eat and drink at your expense, or die within your territory?”