The news that the number of seriously ill patients had been eliminated spread throughout the city in waves along with the city guards rushing in and out and the men delivering food and firewood.
"Are you all cured?" The cup in Baron Vaughn's hand crashed and shattered. The valet who came to report the news hurriedly said:
"No, no. It's just that those who couldn't get out of bed were cured. Those with mild symptoms were not cured so quickly!"
"...How many people are seriously ill?"
"this……"
"Go and find out!"
The manservant ran away. Baron Vaughan glanced at the debris on the ground with regret and murmured:
"So fast... This old guy like Horner doesn't have this ability. If this is true, I have to go to the Temple of the God of War and donate more money..."
"So fast?"
Viscount Qiao An, who was far away in the manor outside the city, was not slow to receive the news. "Yes, yes, I am tired of staying in this shabby village...Here comes someone! Pack your luggage and go back to the city! By the way, are you going?"
"I want to go back! Of course I want to go back!" Mrs. Deya burst into tears: "Master Viscount, please make the decision for me! Roman has been dead for so long, and even the temple will not let me collect his body! Sir, you
Just take pity on this son and help him one last time!"
The carriages rolled from the manor outside the city to the Temple of the Goddess of Spring in the city. High Priest Horner, who was in charge of the temple, was also frowning and troubled by the news about the Glory Church.
The improvement of the healing capabilities of those two companies is not a good thing for the Temple of the Spring Goddess. At the very least, he will bow his head to the bishop; at the most serious level, the influence of the temple and future donations will be reduced.
"How did they do it? Is there any more detailed information?"
"Yes, yes!" The messenger nodded like a fool:
"The news we got is that the little guy called the jeweler and tinkered with something, and then used that thing to see... saw...
Our people didn't have a chance to get close and didn't know what it was, but it seems that after the elders saw it, they called a group of people together and murmured. And then, today, all those who were seriously ill have been cured..."
"Is this so?" The high priest pushed up the round glasses on the bridge of his nose. He put his hands behind his back and walked from east to west, and then from west to east. After thinking about it, he frowned:
"I have to go take a look. Someone is coming!... No, forget it, call the jeweler first!"
The jeweler came here tremblingly. He pointed and talked for a long time, but he couldn't explain clearly what Gretel asked him to make - the only useful information was that you can see very small things with that thing!
"How small?"
"No...I don't know...Little man, little man saw him drop a drop of water on the glass, and then he went up to look..."
"Then what can you see? - Okay, stop talking, just make it as it is!"
The jeweler cried and went to work. Unfortunately, the microscope could not be made in the blink of an eye. Gretel had provided him with enough manpower, and he personally selected the lenses and adjusted the focal length. It took him an entire night to complete one. Huo
Great Priest Erna waited and waited, but instead of waiting for the finished product, he got a piece of news:
"Great Priest, it's not good! The elders of the Natural God Cult came with a group of people and said... they said they wanted to sprinkle lime into the fountain!"
"What?!"
The high priest was furious. It was the goddess's holy spring, a blessing from the goddess to the believers and the city of Heartland. Sprinkling lime into the fountain was no different from blaspheming the goddess!
"Come here!" He stood up angrily. He moved so quickly that the silver crown on his head shook and fell straight down. The great priest Horner simply pulled off the silver crown and smashed it on the ground hard, "snap"
With a sound, the silver crown carefully carved with a daffodil pattern crooked into a pile:
"Ring the bells and blow the trumpets! Gather all the clergy and tell them that the time has come to defend the glory of the goddess!"
In the deep night, the door of the Temple of the Goddess of Spring suddenly opened. Two rows of guards rushed down with torches in their hands. Immediately afterwards, the temple knights rushed out with their helmets pierced and murderous intent. Finally, the high priest stood with his sword in his hand.
He appeared surrounded by torches and torches, with an angry look on his face:
"Erwin! You've gone too far!"
"We're just here to cleanse the fountain."
A calm voice sounded from the opposite side, slowly and without any emotion. It was like the thick dark night in front of me. No matter how strong the great priest's anger was, it could only illuminate it for a moment, but could not tear the entire night apart.
"All water sources in the city, as long as they are polluted, must be thoroughly purified. Horner, please do not interfere."
"You are blaspheming the goddess!" High Priest Horner took a few steps forward and stood in front of the fountain. His anger made his voice louder, almost sharp:
"This is the goddess's holy spring! It was only temporarily contaminated by patients the day before yesterday. We have held a prayer ceremony and it has been completely purified! Erwin, if you throw debris into the holy spring again, you are blaspheming the goddess!"
"I'm afraid you are not completely purified." Elder Erwin sighed softly. He wanted to continue to argue, but the high priest refused to say anything and rushed to interrupt him:
"You're talking nonsense!"
"Horner." Elder Erwin sighed softly. The bald bishop also came out and stood side by side with him. At the same time, there was the sound of footsteps in the darkness, and healers and warriors poured out to face the Spring Temple.
Surrounded into a menacing semicircle.
"What? You still want to use force?!"
High Priest Horner was stunned for a moment, then shouted angrily:
"Without proof or evidence, you are forcing yourself to the door of the temple to blaspheme the glory of the goddess? In this case, even if the temple is weak, it will still fight to the death with you! Guards!"
"exist!"
With a loud sound, the temple knights behind the high priest unsheathed their swords. Elder Erwin slapped his oak staff, and the bald bishop raised his right hand high. The warriors stepped forward without saying a word. The swords were at war.
At this moment, a clear voice suddenly sounded from behind the elder:
"I have evidence."
Grete walked out slowly. Elder Erwin quickly looked back at him and tried to stop him, but it was already too late: What are you doing out here! What are you doing out here! He repeatedly insisted that the water in the temple fountain also needs to be purified. Okay, you can also take it out.
The evidence is there, the teacher will step in for you, what do you do if you step out on your own!
You are just a little level 1 priest, it will do you no good to offend the great priest!
Under the firelight, Gretel's expression was calm and calm, and he could only stare at the high priest's black eyes, dancing with flame-like brilliance. He did not necessarily want to be in the limelight, but the water sample test, the relationship between bacterial reproduction and plague, Elder Erwin
I only half understand it. If the teacher comes forward to argue with others, he will definitely not be able to explain clearly...
In order to eliminate the source of infection as soon as possible, he had to come forward in this matter. If the great priest bears a grudge, then bear the grudge!
He held a small glass bottle high:
"We have tested water samples from the entire city. This fountain, as well as other water bodies connected to the fountain's water source, have all detected the source of the disease. Even the mouth of the water bottle is no exception. We have reason to suspect that the fountain is leaking water.
It has been contaminated before."
"Gret Nordmark!"
High Priest Horner stared at him, grinding out the boy's name syllable by syllable through his teeth. After putting on a new silver crown, a strand of gray hair that was not tied up stood up almost straight:
"The water source of the fountain is the holy spring given by the goddess in the deepest part of the temple! It was prayed and blessed before it came out, how could there be a problem!"
"I have evidence." Grete repeated calmly: "Your Majesty the High Priest, if you want evidence, I can show it to you. But the matter is urgent, the plague is still spreading throughout the city, for the sake of the health of the people in the city, please
You first let us purify the spring water——"
"Oh? Is there evidence?" A voice interrupted suddenly. At the same time, outside the circle of people with swords facing each other, a long cry sounded: