The wizard Lucius had a leprous young son. When he occupied the chapel and defiled the Holy See with witchcraft, the true believers in the town were happy to interpret it as a curse from the gods on evil spirits. His son's missing eyebrows, ulcerated face, and loose linen robe are always the best proof.
Even his son's wife can only be a magical puppet who cannot be infected with leprosy.
The true believers in the town were always speculating that maybe if his son died, Lucius would create a puppet to cover up his evil deeds sent by God.
In the secular understanding constructed by true religion, wizards are regarded as agents of the devil, and can be associated with bad harvests, floods, and plagues. They are often spurned, despised, dirty, and feared by others. Exile and expulsion are their most common experiences. In some fundamentalist countries, countless wizards were executed holyly in the name of the gods.
In Resurrection Town, the vast majority of people are true believers.
"Master Scholar, you want to find someone to test the medicine?" The warden looked puzzled. Sitting opposite him was Roman, one of Lucius' official apprentices.
He knew that Roman was very close to the wizard's son.
The apprentice in the silk-embroidered blue robe said: "Yes, the teacher has prepared a new leprosy potion... The previous leprosy potion is no longer effective."
"Why are you looking for me? Master Scholar should know... I don't have many prisoners here anymore." The warden said bitterly, "The baron pardoned many prisoners, and they are all true believers who violated the precepts. How ridiculous."
After the mourning days in previous years, he would pocket hundreds of silver coins, equivalent to half a year's salary. The big part was contract money and the small part was the prisoner's ransom money.
The big head was missing for no reason, so the warden gritted his teeth and swallowed it hard. Now that even the small head has to be thrown away, he really felt unreasonable.
Roman nodded, then took out the heavy pouch from his arms and pushed it in front of the warden.
"The teacher also knows that he just hit a wall with the Baron. Mr. Warden, in addition to the few remaining prisoners, I also hope that you can find people from other places, at least twenty people to test the medicine. The teacher's son's condition is no longer good. dragged."
The warden carefully took the pouch and untied the rope, his expression suddenly stagnant.
It was full of Rhone gold coins.
The warden blinked away greed and looked up at the apprentice in surprise.
He swallowed and said: "Okay, as long as the scholar guarantees that no one will die and the subsidy is enough, I am willing to find twenty people. Your son, Qasim, is a good boy and he does not deserve this." crime."
"Don't worry, warden, this is just leprosy medicine. It won't kill anyone. It may cause some pain. As for the subsidy, the teacher said it will be sixty silver reeds per person. Those who are willing to follow up the experiment will get an additional thirty silver reeds." Roman After a pause, he added: "As for the reward, Mr. Warden has only one-third of it."
Mr. Warden's pupils shrank. In the past, the redemption fee plus subsidy for each person was only forty silver reeds, which had increased by half, not to mention that it was not done by himself.
"Don't worry, scholar, I will arrange the manpower."
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The day of the market is getting closer, and the oven in the town will be fired up. Chen Yi gets up early and picks up the dough that he prepared earlier into a basket. There are more than thirty doughs hanging heavily on his hands.
Hedwig rubbed her eyes. She looked like she had just woken up: "Brother...are you going to the oven?"
"Well, I took more than thirty."
"There's so much... can we finish it?"
"Are you a pig or am I a pig?" Chen Yi teased her: "We can sell some at the market."
Hedwig suddenly realized: "Then get more."
After a pause, she retorted: "I'm not, you are, always have been."
"No time to knead the dough." Chen Yi said, carrying the basket and going out.
In fact, the family has been living a relatively poor life. In this way, the Suffering Bell Tower can slowly accumulate lights.
Hedwig suddenly wanted to eat fish last night. Chen Yi wondered, would she want to eat fish again in the future? Perhaps, for Hedwig's sake, it would actually be good to have a good and improved meal once in a while.
So Chen Yi wants to bake more bread to sell and exchange for more money at the market.
Money itself has no meaning to him. He is the god of Resurrection Town. As long as he wants to, he can even sit in the castle.
But if this is the case, Chen Yi is worried that it will be difficult for the Suffering Bell Tower to store lights.
"...It's like having a cheating device, but you have to restrict yourself from cheating." Chen Yi thought.
Carrying the basket towards the oven, even though it was still dark, there were some women on the road who had the same purpose as Chen Yi.
In the distance, one can hear the solemn and loud ringing of the morning prayer bells of the pagan lecture hall, and then the church bells, with a dull tone. Chen Yi remembered that the half-broken bell on the true church steeple was already rusty.
The bells of true believers cannot be rung before the Lecture Hall, nor are they allowed to be repaired.
"Oh, Xiao Chenyi?"
Chen Yi heard someone calling him from behind.
Holding a small basket in her hand, with an old face and a gentle smile, the old woman wearing a red bird scarf has a stooped back and gray hair.
Grandma Amy, she is the mother of Amy’s grocery store manager. When she was young, she worked as a matchmaker and stable mother in the town for a long time. Basically, half of the newborns in the town were related to her. When the weather was cold, she would send firewood and bread to poor families, just like everyone's godmother.
When their own family was in dire straits, my uncle and aunt also took a lot of firewood from them.
"Grandma Amy? Are you still here to bake bread at such an old age?" Chen Yi smiled, "May you be protected."
Grandma Amy is the oldest in Resurrection Town. According to her, she is already over eighty years old.
Amy's grocery store is also very popular in and outside the town because of its high quality and low price, especially the fact that the bread is never mixed with sawdust or sand.
"I also hope you will be favored. I am still very energetic and sleep soundly every night. It will be many years before I am called by my Lord to be an angel." Grandma Amy sighed, "I am so diligent in baking bread so early. , I will have a good wife in the future."
Chen Yi smiled when he heard this, and the figure of the girl appeared in his heart.
"Let me tell you, Xiao Chenyi, you are the knight's nephew. If you want to find me, look for a girl in the town..." Grandma Amy just finished speaking and touched her head, "Look at me, I committed the crime of being a matchmaker again. Old problem."
"It's okay, Grandma Amy. Actually, I have a crush on a girl." Chen Yi added, "She's from the town."
"Oh, that's great. It's best to be a true believer... It doesn't matter if you're not, as long as the child believes in our Lord." Grandma Amy said with a smile.
Of course he is not a true believer... Chen Yi changed the topic and chatted with Grandma Amy.
A gust of autumn wind blew, and Grandma Amy shivered. Even though she was wearing an extra woolen vest, she suddenly said: "It will be colder this year. Do you want firewood at home?"
Chen Yi was stunned and said with a smile: "No, my family has enough money to buy it."
Grandma Amy smiled when she heard this. She always does this. People in the town said that when her stomach growls, she always thinks about whether others are hungry first.
When you walk to the public oven in the town, you can see not only the true believers, but also some poor pagans.
Chen Yi saw a brown-haired figure with sharp eyes.
Lomea? Why is she carrying the basket to the oven?
She is the granddaughter of the deacon of the seminary.
Chen Yi hesitated for a moment, her steps slowed down unconsciously, and finally... she pretended to be casual and walked past her quickly.
Grandma Amy looked at Chen Yi walking faster in confusion, and then smiled with realization.
"Is it you? Mr. Chen Yi..."
The anxiety in her heart lasted only half a second, and Chen Yi finally heard Lomea's greeting as she wished.
"Oh? Are you coming to bake bread too?"
"Yes." Lomea explained in a low voice: "My grandma often said that we should walk with poor believers, so I came to bake bread."
Chen Yi smiled and said: "Well, this is your first time in a public oven. Come on, let me help you bake, Miss Pepper."
She nodded shyly, and Chen Yi quickly took her basket, fearing that she would regret it.
"You're going to eat the bread I baked for you." Chen Yi teased deliberately.
Lomea turned her head and said nothing, her cheeks turned crimson, she was so beautiful.
After another peek, Chen Yi turned around with satisfaction.
