Rescue the Desperate Girl from the Death Hall

In this city, a masked person is nothing, even in the daytime, there will always be nobles who walk around with slave girls stepping on red fruits.

Ordinary people who come here to struggle for their lives have become accustomed to this.

Anyway, it won't affect them. After all, as long as the tax is paid on time, the defenders in the city will protect them very seriously.

Picking up the red fruit sold by the street peddler, after mentally checking, the mask seemed to come alive, and bit off the fruit.

A silver coin insignificantly fell into the hands of the peddler, ignoring his excitement, Jiang Chun continued to walk along the street.

This city is full of fish and dragons, and he will not attract attention if he does his work casually.

And the more sinful a place is, the more it needs to be saved, isn't it?

He doesn't want to be a poor commander for too long!

Shuttle through the small streets outside the main street and enjoy the rare and different world style.

Although this broken world is not so beautiful, at least landscape architecture can still be seen.

Daily necessities, ingredients, food, walking through a noisy street, there are human beings in twos and threes in front of various shops, and some shops that do promotional discounts are even more crowded.

The scantily clad women pushed each other, trying to get in front.

Occasionally, a down-and-out mercenary with a yellow and emaciated face could be seen, taking advantage of the chaos to enter the crowd to profit, and was severely beaten after being discovered.

A powerful mercenary is intimidating, but the profession of mercenary itself is not noble.

Ignoring the chaos on both sides of the street, Jiang Chun continued walking along the side street.

In this city where every inch of land was expensive, there were actually no slums, because people who were too poor to pay taxes were either expelled, or were reduced to slaves and sold to various noble mansions after borrowing and paying taxes could not be repaid.

"Grandpa Berkeley, please save my sister!"

Leave the side street, wander around and come near a clinic in Elsinore's civilian area.

The buildings around the clinic look full of age, and the power of time has destroyed the houses here, and a sense of vicissitudes comes over us under the spiritual power detection.

Fortunately, this is a fortress, and no corners were cut when building the houses, so this small block can last for twenty or thirty years.

The boy's cries in the clinic attracted Jiang Chun's attention, but other residents on the street did not respond to this, and each sat with their work in hand.

A faint stench came from the sewers on both sides of the street, Jiang Chun frowned slightly, and walked over quickly.

Berkeley Clinic, a clinic that has been established for more than ten years.

More than ten years ago, an old man came to settle in this block and established this small clinic.

The old man, who was already [-] years old at the time, became even older after more than ten years of wind and rain, but this small clinic still stood firm.

Dr. Berkeley, the children will affectionately call him Grandpa Berkeley.

The snow-white goatee is the best toy in the eyes of children, and there are layers of creases on his kind face, and his eyelids seem to never be fully opened, and at most he can only see his half-open eyes.

"Little Larry, I'm sorry. I have nothing to do with your sister's illness."

"She's been polluted by filthy power. Apart from the high-ranking pastor of the church, not even a big hospital can treat her."

The old man's slightly hoarse voice revealed a bit of pain and helplessness. He has witnessed many life and death in the past ten years, but such a little girl is about to leave this world before enjoying the joy of childhood.

Even his weather-beaten heart couldn't help being sentimental.

"Yes, but my sister is only six years old, why, why!"

Clenching the little hand of my sister on the hospital bed, her palm is not very soft due to malnutrition, and she even feels a little skinny.

Putting his hand on little Larry's shoulder, the old man was also in a low mood.

In this city of desires, in the church in the city center, the treatment expenses of the senior priests are not something a commoner child can bear.

Not to mention little Larry, even he, with his Weibo savings, is not enough to ask a high-ranking pastor to help.

With a creak, the falsely concealed store door was pushed open, and a young man wearing a mask walked into the clinic.

The old man could feel the extremely exuberant vitality in the human body, like the never-extinguishing sun, the dazzling light almost blinded his eyes.

"Oh? Interesting?"

The young man's slightly surprised voice came from the mask, and the white mask pointed at the old man beside little Larry.

Jiang Chun was really surprised, this kind of perception ability is not something ordinary people can have.

It's just that now is not the time to delve into it, Jiang Chun's eyes locked on the little girl lying on the hospital bed.

"Sir, may I ask..."

"Quiet!"

Interrupting the old man's questioning, Jiang Chun walked to the hospital bed, looked at the little girl with some distress, and sighed inwardly.

A generous hand was placed on the little girl's forehead, and a white holy radiance glowed all over her body.

Berkeley stood up in shock, his lips trembling and unable to speak, while little Larry stood there blankly, watching the warm breath envelope his sister.

"Bathed in the radiance of the gods, you will obtain divine salvation."

Reward settlement and announcement

Simple settlement, monthly ticket +2 more, recommended ticket +1 more, tipping +1 more, blade +5 more.

Four shifts have been added in the past few days, and counting the previous owed, it will be exactly twenty shifts from now on.

By the way, the introduction has been cheated quite a lot. This time, not to mention the black beast, even a certain beast has been cheated, and it was released after a major change.

I'll try to switch back when the limelight passes.

Chapter 8: You...are you a god?

The holy light flashed away, and the gentle power nourished everyone in the room.

The little girl lying on the hospital bed slowly opened her eyes, and her brown-gray pupils saw Jiang Chun next to her for the first time.

Although he was a stranger, he always felt an indescribable sense of intimacy, that gentle power was as warm as a mother's embrace.

Standing on the edge of the bed, the little girl was very surprised by the lightness of her body, and looked at Jiang Chun who was standing beside her.

"The filth has dissipated, and you have been saved."

Putting his hand down from the little girl's head and taking a step back, the excited boy hurried forward to grab his sister's hand.

Turning around silently and looking at the old man, a gleam of light flashed in the old man's muddy eyes, his body trembled slightly, and the surprise on his face overflowed uncontrollably.

"This, Your Majesty, are you the bishop of the church?"

church?Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, the Church is equivalent to the Church of the Goddess. After all, other churches are really no match for this behemoth.

Using mental strength to prevent the old man from kneeling and saluting, Jiang Chun's gentle voice came from under the white mask, and the weak power spread with the voice, adding a bit of holiness.

"I'm just a believer who believes in salvation."

Faith... Salvation?

Not a goddess of faith?

Jiang Chun's words made the old man confused about the situation. There is actually a more holy power in this world than the church pastor?

and many more!

The old man changed his mind and thought of the scene of the confrontation between black and white when the world changed.

Withered and yellow arms trembling, the old head lowered deeply, the old man asked cautiously.

"You, are you a god?"

"I'm just an ordinary believer. I'm here because there are people who need to be saved."

The old man laughed at himself, but felt a little regretful.

After living for so many years, how could the gods come to such a dilapidated place.

However, if there really is a God, and one can talk to Him before dying, then one will die without regret in this life.

"You are very special, don't you plan to explain?"

Ordinary people can't perceive his strength. If he hadn't restrained his strength, the old man would be killed on the spot just by that look.

"Your Majesty, please go to another room if you don't mind."

Nodding his head, he followed behind the old man and entered a small room inside the clinic.

Judging from the interior decoration, this is a place for the elderly to eat and read.

In this kind of civilian area, there are actually old people reading, and there are actually two bookshelves full of books?Jiang Chun became more and more sure that the old man was unusual.

The old man dug out a little bit of tea that he was reluctant to drink from the cabinet, brewed a cup and put it in front of Jiang Chun.

Cough!

Suddenly covering his mouth and nose, the old man turned to the side and coughed three times in pain.

I was in a hurry to look through the cabinet just now, and a little bit of dust got into my nose, causing years of old illnesses.

Stretching out his right hand, a group of white light spots on the index finger instantly shot into the old man's body, the pain that had plagued him for many years disappeared from the root, and his body was as light as a young man.

"Your Majesty, there is no need to waste your strength for me."

The old man smiled wryly, feeling even more ashamed in his heart.

The power to save people is not that simple, otherwise why are the pastors of the church so expensive?If it was free, the pastors would be too exhausted to save them.

Jiang Chun didn't care, just sat and waited for the old man's story.

"Don't mind, then, can we start?" Picking up the teacup on the table, took a sip, and then looked at the old man.

Sighing, the old man's gaze seemed to penetrate time and see himself many years ago.

Nostalgia, guilt, anger, pain, various emotions emerged, twisting the creases on the old man's face into a ball.

"When I was young, I was a priest. He went to the battlefield with the army. After being promoted to a high-ranking priest through hard work, he was wounded by a legendary monster in a battle. The dirty power polluted his body and he could no longer perform divine spells."

"Even if the auxiliary bishop took action, the filth could not be completely removed. From then on, I became an ordinary person."

"Even so, with the qualifications accumulated over the years, it is enough to spend the rest of my life in the church smoothly."

"It's just that I can't understand the increasingly filthy atmosphere in the church, so I chose to leave and come here to continue my mission."