Pastor Bai's Journey to Another World

And Shanela began to fiddle with the bottles and jars in the healing room. The herbs inside were rarely used. After all, the people who came here were often seriously injured, and the effect of traditional medical treatment was not as good as that of divine magic.

As soon as she opened the newspaper, the appalling news headlines immediately caught Weiwei's attention, and she began to read carefully word by word.

"Exclusive Secrets Revealed, Relics Reappeared as Treasures"

"The Treasure of the Earth Church Was Suspected to Be Stolen, Provoking the Wrath of the Earth Mother Goddess"

"Shocked, a group of people and a woman did such things in the ruins, which caused the ruins to sink"

outrageous.

The first two seem to be plausible, but all the editors of the source of information are fooled by "according to insiders", and the authenticity needs to be verified.

The last one is completely nasty, and the taste is so strong that it even includes beasts. Weiwei glanced at the newspaper's publishing house - Hot Beauty News.

Well, it really is this kind of newspaper that is not suitable for children.

I looked at other newspapers, and there were more and more news about the ruins in these newspapers. It seemed that these media also got the news of the settlement of the ruins through their own intelligence channels.

It has been six days since the ruins sank to today, and Weiwei looked through the previous newspapers again. No newspaper had mentioned the ruins suddenly before. It seems that these newspapers only learned about the settlement of the ruins today.

The newspapers also reported the recent movements of many churches. As the undead creatures became more and more active, other churches also began to realize the changes in the ruins.

Weiwei noticed that among them, the temple of the Church of the Law was advertising in newspapers, recruiting people of insight to form an expedition team to explore the ruins.

The Church of Dawn and the Church of the Law have always had conflicts, and the Church of Dawn will naturally not tell the other party what happened.

However, the awakened lich in the ruins has been re-sealed by Klein, so there should be no more moths.

According to the newspapers, the temples of the Mother Earth Church and the Law Church, which are also quite large in the local area, were the first to notice the movement of the Temple of Dawn, and immediately followed the example of the Temple of Dawn to bless the city wall after a short period of observation. .

And in the past few days, through the caravans passing by, rumors of undead creatures' frequent activity have begun to spread in Anda City. These can be seen from the advertisements published in newspapers for the recruitment of mercenaries and the purchase of holy water and silver weapons.

While Weiwei was reading the newspaper with relish, there was a knock on the door of the healing room.

After receiving Weiwei's response, two sheriffs in leather armor helped a trembling young man into the healing room.

One of the sheriffs who had left a good impression on Weiwei because of his performance was very different from his colleagues in Tujiwagou. It was Tucker.

Compared with the sweating profusely of his colleagues around him, Tucker looked more relaxed.

And this young Weiwei who is being supported is also very familiar, it is a young man with a mustache who came to seek inspiration a few days ago.

Now this young man with a mustache is foaming at the mouth, his complexion is gray, his eyes are unnaturally moving around, tears are flowing uncontrollably, and the snot like clear water is constantly flowing into his own mouth without knowing it.

After frowning and looking around, Weiwei felt that something was wrong. This behavior reminded her of those drug addicts in her previous life.

Chapter 140Chapter 137 Drug dealers deserve to die.

"Put it on that bed against the wall."

"okay."

The two sheriffs worked together to put the young man with the mustache on the plank bed. The sweaty sheriff took out his handkerchief and wiped his sweat for a long time. The uniform on his body was clinging to his obese body because of the sweat.

"What's wrong with him?" Weiwei looked at Mustache and asked. At the moment, the mustache artist lying on the bed was still trembling, and the saliva kept gushing out of his mouth, making people worry whether his airway was blocked.

"After sucking too much of the goblin's white face, his landlord noticed the abnormality at the first time. At that time, this guy had already fallen into hallucinations and was about to do something wrong with the landlord's dog. After being kicked out by the landlord, he started facing the sewer again. The manhole cover was doing dirty things, the man who cleaned the sewer just happened to be climbing up, saw him and beat him up again, this guy was being beaten when I passed by Little Prodigal Street, I asked the people around him how he was brought it here."

Because of the Netherhound zombies that appeared a few days ago, the Public Security Department began to have an excuse to send sheriffs to patrol the Little Prodigal Street. Tucker knew that he had taken an overdose of hallucinogenic drugs when he saw the appearance of the mustache.

Tucker, who wanted to catch the seller, immediately took him to the temple.

After listening to Tucker's explanation, Weiwei couldn't help twitching the corners of her mouth, but she noticed a noun before complaining.

"Goblin?"

"Yes, the area of ​​Little Prodigal Street is next to the tiefling area. It's very chaotic. In addition to gangsters, some goblins who sneaked into the city also mixed in. They often sell this kind of white flour." Tucker referred to the goblins as "they", and his tone was a little gritted.

Seeing Weiwei's puzzled eyes, Tucker explained: "Oh, white flour is a hallucinogenic drug, the goblin masters the production method, and the eater will fall into severe hallucinations, and if he takes too much, he will be like him. "

"Okay... By the way, has the Public Security Bureau filed a case to investigate this drug?" After listening to the description, Weiwei was sure that this so-called white flour was a drug, and Weiwei knew the dangers of drugs. Started to worry.

There was a forced smile on the corner of Tucker's mouth, and he nodded slowly: "The investigation is based on smuggling cases, and I am the security officer in charge of investigating smuggling."

And only I am in charge.

As for investigating smuggling, which is hard, tiring, unprofitable, and easy to die without knowing why, no one in the entire Public Security Department is willing to do it. He is the head of the special case in name, but he doesn't raise his salary. , Second, he has no real power. In fact, this is just a nominal position used to deal with inspections by higher-level officials. Tucker is powerless. Without resources, he can't find anything by himself.

At this time, the moustache artist seemed to think of something funny, and while laughing, he panted like an asthma patient and breathed with difficulty, his face revealing abnormal ecstasy.

"Let me heal him first."

Recalling the magic spell prepared in the morning, Weiwei stretched out her hand to Mustache lying on the bed, touched his forehead, and gently recited a prayer in a loving tone:

"You give me what I need, help me with more than everything, you support me when I am weak and stumbled, you heal my sickness and blindness..."

This is Weiwei's first time using the Secondary Restoration Technique. She thought that she would need to try it many times because she was unfamiliar with it. However, as the pale yellow magic brilliance lit up, a sense of familiarity emerged spontaneously.

Dispelling physical diseases, guiding the spirit to stability, and returning creatures to a stable normal state, this effect reminded her of her own bloodline ability.

Without any suspense, under the effect of the secondary recovery technique, the eyes of the young man with the mustache changed from frantic to confused. His limbs frantically froze, and then he looked at the ceiling with a disappointed expression of a shattered dream.

Then he coughed violently and spit out a puddle of mucus sideways.

"Woke up again... oh."

He stroked his forehead, wiping some hot sweat from the ecstatic excitement.

It is clear that the young painter was dissatisfied with waking up from his hallucinations.

Weiwei frowned and reminded: "If you don't wake up, you may die due to difficulty in breathing. Please don't take that medicine again..."

The young artist waved his hands disapprovingly: "It's okay, it's okay, anyway, there is magic to cure it."

Hearing this, Weiwei couldn't help feeling a little angry.

She frowned with a serious expression, "Do you think the service fee for the magic of the second ring magic is very cheap?"

There are not many people with the ability to cast spells, and the spell slots are limited every day, especially for priests, the number of times their magic spells are used is the grace of the gods, and unlike mages who can restore spell slots through recall, every time The use of divine magic is the reproduction of miracles, which is extremely cherished.

This is also the reason why the temple always does not allow free treatment. It is to let people know how to cherish their bodies, try to avoid injuries, and avoid abusing the blessings of the gods.

Outside the temple, priests of good gods often exempt the other party's fees according to the situation, but once the priest sits in the temple, according to the regulations, he must receive remuneration. This remuneration is regarded as a dedication that mortals admire.Although it is also possible to apply for exemption depending on the situation, the procedures and processes are very complicated, and there is also a set of detailed review standards to avoid abuse.

For the first-level spellcasting service fee, the Temple of Dawn has always charged a minimum of 20 gold coins, while for the second-level magical spells, it is up to the priest to judge according to the standard of 50-200 gold coins. Similarly, the priest also needs to pay 1 /4 As a donation to the temple, Weiwei's actual income after performing healing in the past was 15 gold coins.

Now, even if Weiwei only charges 50 gold coins for the Secondary Restoration Spell of the Second Ring Divine Art, this is equivalent to a month's income in many high-paying industries.

And this young artist with a mustache was so downcast not long ago that he couldn't even pay the fee for the trick. At that time, Weiwei saw that he was pitiful and let him owe it for the time being.

Faced with Weiwei's words, Mustache was cheerful, and raised his head vigorously: "I have money, don't worry, I can afford it."

"Can your painting be sold?"

"Not only that", the mustache laughed, showing off his recent experience with joy, "I have never had such a good time recently, do you know that my paintings are very popular, and even a wealthy businessman invited me to be his son's Soon, governess, I shall not have to worry about living any more."

Then he shook his collar and said proudly: "Tell me, how much do I need to pay?"

"Two hundred gold coins." Weiwei said coldly.

The young man with the mustache was stunned for a moment, his brows and eyes became a little distorted with anger: "Why is it so expensive!"

"Well, it's so expensive, do you still think you can bear the consequences of taking this drug casually?"

Weiwei originally thought that Mustache would retreat in spite of the difficulties, but she didn't expect the other party to finally agree with the price after hesitating for a moment.

"200 gold coins... worth it!" He closed his eyes tightly, as if to calm down his inner struggle.

"What the hell is this worth? Wouldn't it be good if you don't touch this thing in the future? It almost killed you just now!" Tucker, who was listening to the conversation between the two, couldn't help but lift the collar of the mustache, and after a while put it down.

Mustache smiled contemptuously: "What do you know? I can't do without it! Without this wonderful drug, I would not be able to get inspiration at all! It gave me wonderful inspiration!"

Recalling the feeling of intertwined pain and joy, he felt comfortable all over his body, especially after the secondary recovery technique eliminated the pain in his body, he could only feel the unfinished beauty.

"Tsk."

Looking at it like this, Weiwei also knows that this guy needs to be corrected urgently, but the problem is that this country has not yet established a complete anti-drug system, and even many people have no concept of drugs. This is evident when we use the neutral term "phantom drug" to refer to drugs.

"I'll leave if there's nothing else to do." The moustache painter shook his clothes, although his tone was still respectful, he was a little impatient.

Tucker shook his head: "Don't be in a hurry to go home, you have to go back to the Public Security Department with me, I need you to explain who the seller is, this is a serious smuggling case, I hope you don't cover up the criminal."

"Okay, anyway, I'm having fun this afternoon."

"and many more!"

Seeing that they were about to leave, Weiwei was quick to use her wits and quickly used divine guidance to stop the young man with the mustache.

"Little pastor, is there anything else?" Tucker asked politely.

Weiwei nodded, then looked at the young artist, "I remember you came to the temple to ask for help to get inspiration."

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"Under my guidance, you claimed that you had received the creative inspiration from the Lord of Dawn, right?"

"Well... there is such a thing..."

"But you just claimed that those strange heretical drugs gave you inspiration, I think you are blaspheming~" Regardless of whether you are really blaspheming or not, first put the hat on him and put him in the temple. He will be forced to detoxify for a few months before being released.

The face of the young man with the mustache turned pale instantly, and he repeatedly defended: "No, I didn't mean that, it was just a slip of the tongue, a slip of the tongue."

"Really? I think it's those drugs that made you crazy... Originally, you regained your artistic creativity under the protection of God, but you didn't expect the goblin's scumbag to make you fall." , I can’t pretend that I didn’t hear what you said before.” Weiwei narrowed her eyes, and through creation, she combined the common language “malicious” and “hallucinogen” to create a poisonous · Taste the word.

With the blessing of divine guidance, this intimidation not only did not reduce the effect because of Weiwei's innocent and lovely appearance, but instead deeply aroused fear in the heart of the young man with a mustache.

Even in the church of a good god, blasphemy is often punished severely, and if the circumstances are serious, they may even be killed on the spot!

"Drugs... Indeed, it's a very vicious thing." Tucker recalled the word, and thought of those men and women who died of taking drugs, and suddenly felt that Weiwei's words made sense.

The young man with the mustache couldn't argue with anything, so he could only ask Weiwei to show mercy and forgive him for his slip of the tongue.

"You can forgive me. The temple is in confinement. You can only do activities in the temple. If you can promise not to smoke that kind of thing after a month, I will let you out."

"Okay, but can I bring all my painting tools? If I don't write for a month, I'll be useless." The moustache painter sighed, but he didn't expect this little pastor to be so unreasonable Forgive me, my life is my own, if I suck out the problem, I will be responsible for it.

Weiwei looked at the helpless expression of the other party, and she knew that this was still a temporary solution, not the root cause, and must be tackled from the perspectives of thought, action, and supply chain. The limitations of the times doomed this to be an equally arduous task as emancipating women.

The drug dealer needs to be killed first.

The purpose of liberating women is to be able to fall in love freely in the future, and the purpose of prohibiting drugs now is to prevent those around them from being exposed to those things.

Especially since she might disappear with the beard for two years in two months, Wei Wei didn't expect to come back and see her acquaintances contaminated with drugs.

First, however, he needed to ask Moreau to propose a special place to help others recover from drugs.

The Public Security Bureau of this feudal society doesn't care, so it can only temporarily use the guiding power of religion.

The author's words:

Don't get addicted to drugs, you will become unlucky

Chapter 141 Chapter 138 Quietly Changed

Drugs are like the devil.

Once under the control of drugs, it is difficult to escape the claws. It is no exaggeration to say that drug use is equivalent to slow suicide.

Tucker had no objection to Weiwei's practice of letting the young man with a mustache stay in the temple to detoxify, but he did not forget his purpose.

Seeing that there are no other unrelated personnel in the healing room right now, Tucker simply started to ask in the healing room. He pulled a seat and let Mustache sit down again, while he stood beside him with his hands on his hips and said with a serious expression: " Alright, since you're already awake, let's not waste time, hurry up and explain, first of all, I need you to tell me who sold these powders to you."

On the premise that Tucker stated in advance that this was a serious smuggling case, the young man with a mustache did not want to get involved with criminals, so he honestly confessed:

"It's a guy from Barry. The day before yesterday I was looking for a woman in a tavern to have fun. He came and told me that there is something more pleasing than a woman. I didn't believe it at first, so he let me try it..."

"At first I was very uncomfortable, but soon I was surrounded by a strong sense of happiness, but the dose he gave was too small, and that sense of happiness disappeared immediately. I was eager to experience it again, but he was about to There is a fee, and it is very expensive... 10 gold coins can only buy one or two, I made a lot of money because of the best-selling paintings that day, and I just could afford it..."

"At the beginning I saved it, but after the feeling was over, my mind was clear, everything I saw was beautiful, and I was very motivated and passionate about creating. I spent the whole day full of inspiration and passion for creation! It was really a wonderful time..." Mustache couldn't help revealing memories on his face.

Weiwei interrupted coldly: "There's no need to beautify those things. If you still maintain this kind of cognition during the next detoxification period, I think it is necessary for you to prolong the detoxification period."

Mustache showed embarrassment: "Cough, I didn't mean that, you know, I'm in the art industry, I can't help but describe it, and as long as I don't smoke for a day, I feel uncomfortable all over, that feeling is really terrible..."

Tucker waved impatiently: "Okay, okay, I'm not here to listen to your experience of taking drugs, tell me, where is the tavern, and the appearance of that Barry?"

Mustache thought for a while, rubbing his temples and said: "The Blue Moon Tavern in Beckham Market, Barry will wait for me at the closest place at night, he is a human male with brown curly hair , no beard, half a head shorter than me."