industrial lord

Chapter 548 I Have to Believe It Now
Not long after the rain stopped, the convoy continued on its journey. Its destination was a small town more than 20 kilometers ahead, where they would spend the night.

This town is not small. The surrounding area produces good stones and the carving industry is quite developed. Almost everyone in the town lives around this industry.

The weather was fine on the way. As soon as they arrived at their destination, Fontana, the nuns and a group of people ran towards the church. They all knelt in front of the altar and prayed, confusing the local bishop.

The bishop went over to ask about it and was also shocked after hearing what he heard: "Is it really a miracle?"

Although there have been precedents of magicians faking miracles, making the storm in the mountains stop instantly and the sun come out is not something that can be explained by magic.

At this time, a middle-aged man who had been praying nearby muttered, "He must be a liar. I don't believe he can cure my headache."

The nun was like a tiger whose tail was stepped on. She ignored the man's burly figure and fierce face and immediately shouted, "Shut up, you despicable man!"

"How can an ignorant person like you question a miracle?"

The middle-aged man suddenly got angry, stood up from the mat and said coldly: "Humph, I'll go find him. If he can't cure my headache, he's a liar!"

The nun said confidently, "Then go ahead!"

Fontana knew the bishop here and asked, "Who is he?"

The bishop replied, "He is Mario, a disciple of Donatello, the royal sculptor of Diberi in the Kingdom of Sardinia, who was invited by the baron."

Frederick didn't know what had happened in the church. After putting his luggage in the hotel booked by Fontana, he went downstairs to go shopping.

There were many stone carvings for sale, and he even saw a statue of himself.

This statue of Frederick is carved from fine white stone, half a meter high, with his name engraved on the base. He wears an olive crown on his head and an ancient-style scholar's robe. From the hem of the robe, one can see that he is walking forward, holding a book in his right hand and his left hand holding a torch slightly forward, as if illuminating the road ahead.

The person concerned believes that if there was no shadow of Psyche behind the statue, he would eat fried potatoes with shredded ginger every day.

The owner of the carving shop looked at the statue he was selling, then at the customer, and sweat began to form on his forehead.

Frederick couldn't help but admire the sculptor's skills. The statue's face was 90% like himself.

Just when he was about to ask about the price, a tall and burly middle-aged man came into the store and asked around.

Frederick was wearing a brown blacksmith's suit today and was easy to recognize.

Mario stood in front of Frederick with a dark face and asked sternly, "Are you the one who is trying to deceive people by making fake miracles?"

Frederick frowned and looked at the person carefully. Judging from his physique, he had been doing physical work for many years and had no worries about food and clothing. However, his face was haggard, his eyes were bloodshot, his breathing was disordered, and he was in a strange state of excitement.

Seeing that Frederick did not reply, he thought that he was timid, so he shouted: "You are a despicable liar, a shameless person who can only make a living by conspiracy..."

Frederick's brows were furrowed so tightly that they could crush a cockroach to death. Just because he was easy to talk to didn't mean he could curse casually, especially when the curse came for no reason.

"Snapped!"

Frederick stretched out his hand and slapped him. Mario's body weighing over 100 kilograms turned twice in the air and flew out of the store.

He didn't want to beat the man to death in the store and cause trouble for his boss, so he held back.

The boss just came out from behind the counter and nervously pulled his sleeve and said, "Sir, Master Mario has had a severe headache these days and can't sleep. I think he is crazy. Don't kill him."

The person who was beaten was the sculptor hired by the lord, and the person who beat him was the famous Grand Duke Wesson. If one of them was beaten to death, the lord would bring trouble upon himself, and it was only natural for the other noble to kill the other on the spot after being insulted by the common people. If he didn't vent his anger, how would he vent it on himself? The boss couldn't afford to offend both sides, and just hoped that no one would be beaten to death.

Frederick did not embarrass the boss, nodded, and walked out of the store.

After being knocked flying, Mario almost hit someone. He lay on the ground for a while before he came to his senses, spitting out blood and a rotten tooth.

Frederick stood by with his hands folded, ready to ask him what he meant.

The area was immediately filled with onlookers. Several soldiers who looked like soldiers saw that the master invited by the lord was beaten and wanted to grab Frederick.

Fortunately, the boss discovered it in time, carried a statue over, pointed at the face of the statue in front of the soldiers, and motioned them to look at Frederick.

The soldiers' calves began to tremble. Mario seemed to come to his senses and patted his head. The pain in his head that had lasted for several days was gone.

Many of the onlookers recognized Mario. This master sculptor had a bad temper. During the half year since he came to the town, he had scolded countless sculptors and even had several fights, all of which he won.

Now that Mario has been beaten, everyone wants to see how he fights back.

However, what happened next was beyond everyone's expectations, including Frederick.

Mario stood up straight, straightened his clothes, and dusted himself off. Just when everyone thought he was going to say something polite, he suddenly knelt in front of Frederick.

Frederick was startled and thought he was going to use ground skills to attack him, but he quickly grabbed his feet and kissed his muddy boots.

The sudden action gave Frederick goose bumps. This kind of complete submission was something he had only seen in books.

Except, of course, in bedrooms and bathrooms.

Mario said very sincerely: "Please forgive my stupidity and ignorance. The devil's whispers have blinded my mind."

"I am deeply grateful to you for curing my headache. I sincerely apologize to you again. Thank you for your generosity and for curing my headache with a miracle..."

There was no expression on Frederick's face. He didn't understand what was going on for a moment after hearing his incoherent words. It seemed to be related to miracles again, but he had just slapped him and knocked out one of his teeth.

The onlookers knew a little about the background. Mario was a big shot in the town's stonemason community. His story spread among the stonemasons, which meant that everyone in the town knew about it.

A few days ago, Mario had a severe headache for some reason. He took a lot of medicine and the bishop also treated him, but the pain was still too severe to sleep, and his temper became worse and worse.

Now it seems that this outsider cured Mario in an instant, and it seems to be related to a miracle.

Frederick just wanted to leave now, thinking that the man was crazy, so he said, "Go rinse your mouth with alcohol five times, and then do what you need to do."

Mario was more obedient than the kids at the parent-teacher conference that night and left immediately.

Frederick looked at the blood that had just been spit out and the rotten tooth on the ground, and remembered that the man had just said he had a headache. He thought that this person might have a headache because of tooth decay, and the pain might be gone after the rotten tooth was slapped out.

In the evening, Frederick was eating chicken stewed with crimson carrots in a tavern, and the discussions of the drinkers around him reached his ears.

"Have you heard that Captain Wesson came to our town? He gently touched Mario's face in the evening, and Mario's headache was cured immediately."

“Hiss… This is a miracle!”

"Grandmaster Weisen's miracles don't stop there. Haven't you heard that today a nun traveling with them in the convoy broke the commandments, and the God of Light ordered it to rain so much that it could flood the top of the mountain. How do you think the rain stopped?"

"Everyone knows that it was the God of Light who descended upon Grand Commander Wei Sen and reprimanded the nun. After the nun admitted her mistake, the sky cleared up immediately."

"You may not know this, but there were several people in the team eavesdropping outside the carriage with bad intentions. As a result, the worst person was punished by God and bit off his own tongue!"

……

Frederick was speechless after hearing this. He did have the title of leader of the Knights Paladin, and he finally understood what was going on.

During the day, he knew that someone was eavesdropping outside the carriage, but he didn't care because he didn't want to be accused of being a member of the Circle and Cross Sisters group.

Being passionate with a noble lady is one thing, but having an improper relationship with a clergyman like a nun is another matter. If you don't weigh it, you will weigh nothing, but if you do weigh it, you will weigh ten thousand pounds.

Moreover, he was not familiar with the nun and had a bad first impression of her. He still didn't know her name, so it was impossible for her to do those things.

Now, God knows how those people made it up into a miracle.

The locals believed in these two miracles because the former was testified by nuns and a group of businessmen, and the latter was promoted by the familiar Mario himself.

Frederick felt a bit of a headache, thinking that he could only hope that time would ease the matter, or that someone would discover the doubts and clear up the misunderstanding.

(End of this chapter)