It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 877: My magic does not come from the Holy See (the strong sea monster will be rewarded with ten thousand rewards)
Chapter 877: My magic does not come from the Holy See (the strong sea monster will be rewarded with ten thousand rewards)
Jean Madeleine was wandering around in the church.
Before Bishop Miria left, he felt bad. 3,000 pounds of millet, 3,000 pounds was not enough! It was more than half less than the number required by the mission!
If the villagers hand over food, they will definitely be beaten to death; even if it is the bishop, he will not be able to get away with it if he falls into the hands of those guys who eat people without spitting out their bones!
"Bishop, Bishop, please take away the grain in the cellar! Let's go through this first! Only after you save it can you rescue others!"
He stopped in front of him and begged. His lips were worn out and his saliva was dry. Bishop Miria just smiled:
"The Lord said that you must treat others with integrity and not deceive those who trust you. Jean, what those villagers entrusted to me was not only seeds, but also the hope of surviving next year, and their trust in the Lord."
And this kind of trust cannot be betrayed no matter what.
Jean tried to persuade him to no avail. He could only watch the villagers loading bags of grain into the cart, pushing them away after the bishop. He hesitated, hesitated again, then suddenly stomped into the room and took out a pair of silver coins.
The candlestick was thrust into the bishop's arms:
"Sir, take this with you! Just in case, just in case..."
He couldn't go on. However, from Bishop Miria's smiling eyes, he could already see that the other party understood what he meant:
In case the superiors are angry, having such a valuable thing can protect you from suffering...
"Haha, I won't take it." However, under Jean's expectant eyes, the old man still pushed the candlestick back:
"This is your thing, what should I do with it?"
"This is yours! You gave it to me!"
Jean roared at the top of his lungs. Bishop Miria smiled even more kindly:
"This is the price I paid for redeeming your soul and handing it over to the Lord. Jean, promise me to keep it. Every time you see it, you must remember your agreement with the Lord."
"Yes, Lord Bishop, I will definitely remember..."
Jean nodded repeatedly. He held the candlestick tightly with his thick fingers, and after a moment of prayer, a dull white light rose from the candlestick. Bishop Miria nodded slightly and smiled more kindly:
"This puts me at ease. Remember, remember the Lord's mercy, and don't fall into darkness!"
He never came back. Gene held the pair of silver candlesticks and watched the motorcade meander away, leaving only two deep ruts;
Watching the sun rise from the beginning to the zenith, and then gradually set from the zenith to the west;
Watching a pair of cavalry showing off their skills, rushing into the church and rummaging around;
Then he watched the second team of people arrive and take away all the food in the church cellar...
Subconsciously, he wrapped the silver candlestick in his arms with a rag used to wipe the floor, and pressed it under him.
The cellar was swept away, and the cavalry came and went. Jean huddled in the corner of the empty cellar, his eyes dull. After an unknown amount of time, he was shaken awake by two anxious villagers:
"What are you still doing here? Bishop Miria, they are going to burn him to death!"
Gene jumped up, hugged the wrapped silver candlestick, and rushed out quickly.
Huff, huff. He didn't know how long he had been running. He only knew that he had the same strong body as the knight, and his lungs almost exploded. He was closer, closer, the strict military camp was closer, and the tent of Shenghui was closer.
what is that?
What is that column of billowing black smoke?!
Why are there so many people crowded around the black smoke? Why are several villagers he knows kneeling and crying from a distance?!
"You're late...Jean, you're late..."
Among the villagers who knelt and cried, there were the two leaders who came to store wheat that rainy night. They only shouted this, then buried their heads and burst into tears.
Gene stared at them blankly for a long time, then let out a long howl. He took out the pair of candlesticks, tore off the rags on them like crazy, and rushed straight to the camp entrance:
"Bishop Miria is innocent! Innocent!" He raised the candlestick high and let the light of the setting sun shine on it, making it brilliant:
"It's me, it's me! It was me who secretly sold the army rations in exchange for these candlesticks! Let him go! Let him go..."
"well……"
There was a soft sigh at the entrance of the camp. Then, a white light as thick as a bowl shot straight out, hitting Jean on the chest, and sent him and the candlestick flying out.
"Law: Confinement."
There was a clear drink. Jean suddenly felt that his whole body was stiff. He could not get up, speak, or even move his fingers. In the camp, the robes were fluttering, and a bishop dressed similarly to Miria walked out and looked down at him.
:
"Miriya was not executed because of lack of military rations. Don't yell, go farther away, don't get arrested by them. Do you understand? Just blink your eyes when you understand. When the burning is over, you can come and collect his body."
Jean didn't understand. But he knew that this strange bishop was doing it for his own good. Moreover, Bishop Miria couldn't live without a body collector...
He blinked his eyes obediently. The bishop sighed softly, turned and left. It took a long time before Jean felt that he could move his hands and feet, and he got up.
He retreated, retreated, hugged the candlestick tightly, and retreated further than the villagers. Then, staring at the high pyre in the distance, he let out a long howl and knelt down:
"The bishop is innocent! He is innocent! Look, the Holy Light! He still has the Holy Light on him! You are burning a saint to death!"
He grabbed the ground with his head, and the trombone continued. Maybe it was because he was too far away, or maybe it was because someone had given instructions, and no one in the military camp came out to pay attention to him.
Until the flames gradually extinguished, until fewer and fewer people gathered around the Mars Shelf, finally there were only a few soldiers left. Gene cautiously approached and discussed with them:
"Brother...can you do it for me and let me collect the body?"
"roll roll roll!"
The team leader guarding the execution site shouted at him impatiently. Jean took a step back, smiled more respectfully on his face, and bent down lower:
"Brother, I beg you to be kind... After all, you are also a member of the Holy See. Even if you die, leaving your body in the wilderness like this will damage the majesty of the Holy See..."
"What majesty?"
The squad leader raised one corner of his eye. He had been exposed to the smoke all afternoon. He was hot, smelly, and choked, and he was feeling irritable. He rubbed his fingers impatiently, but when he saw the man in front of him, he showed no reaction and raised his voice to scold him.
:
"If a heretic is burned to death, what dignity is there? Do you still want to collect his body? Tell me, are you an accomplice of the heretic?"
The voice got louder and louder. Sure enough, as soon as the last sentence was finished, someone shouted and asked:
"what's the situation?"
"Sir, there is a heretic accomplice here!"
The squad leader reported loudly. Behind him were heavy footsteps, and a knight with clanging armor strode forward. He glanced majestically and snorted:
"That's him? Take it!"
The team leader responded and stepped forward to arrest the person. In the flash of lightning, Jean finally reacted and quickly fell to the ground. He raised the pair of candlesticks high and prayed secretly to let a little holy light shine on them:
"Sir! Please have mercy, my lord! This is a little bit of my heart. Please dedicate it to God and give the bishop some dignity!"
The knight said "Hey" and waved his hand. The two soldiers immediately stopped. The team leader took away the pair of candlesticks and bowed before the knight:
"Sir, look at this..."
"This poor guy in the country is quite rich." The knight muttered in a low voice, clasping his hands behind his back, and slowly walked away. The captain quickly followed up with a silver candlestick. Behind him, a group of soldiers followed with a clatter of fire.
Around the execution ground, there were soon no defenders left.
Jean collapsed on his knees and watched the holy light on the candlestick slowly dim and fade away. His eyes also darkened little by little, as if he had made an agreement with Bishop Miria and the Lord of Glory.
Then he became far away from himself.
"Hey, boy!" The squad leader stared at the candlestick in his hand unwillingly, and suddenly stopped. He thrust the candlestick into the soldier's hand, took three steps at a time, and returned to Jean:
"Don't even think about burying him in the church cemetery! Heretics like him and heretical assistants like you are subject to excommunication and excommunication!"
Jean's eyes were empty, as if he didn't know anything. When everyone was gone, he howled loudly, threw himself on the woodpile, and started digging with all his hands:
"Your Majesty the Bishop! Your Majesty the Bishop! Your Majesty the Bishop..."
The fire was extinguished, but the ashes were still hot. Jean, as if he didn't feel anything at all, knelt on the ashes and dug down with both hands. He picked up a handful of ashes, put them next to him, and then picked up another handful of ashes.
, put it aside...
Within two strokes, the fingers and palms were scalded with blisters, and after two strokes, the skin and flesh were torn apart. Jean didn't care, he dug in the ashes wholeheartedly. After a while, he picked up a bone from the ashes.
Tears like rain:
"Your Majesty the Bishop! Your Majesty the Bishop..."
Most of the human bones, under the flames with magical powers, have been reduced to ashes and particles, mixed in the firewood ash, and cannot be identified. However, the bone held up by Jean is complete in shape, hard and solid
, glowing with a dull silver light.
In the cathedral that the bishop took him to worship, and in the stories that the bishop told him, this is the holy bone that can only be condensed by those who have become saints.
"He is a saint... The one you burned to death is really a saint..."
He fell down on the pyre and cried bitterly. It took a long time before he was pulled up by the villagers who had the courage to step forward and persuaded him to get off the pyre. He held the sacred bone in his hand and looked at the villagers in confusion.
With a shovel, pick up all the ashes and put them into a wooden box
"Jean! Your hand! Treat yourself!"
Gene came back to his senses in a daze. He lowered his head and looked at his fingers, closed his eyes silently, and prayed softly. Once, twice, no matter how many times, no light of healing fell on his fingers.
"Oh...I am a heretic." He said softly, grinning. The smile grew bigger and bigger, and became more and more terrifying:
"I am the assistant of a heretic. People like me will be excommunicated and excommunicated... I can't use magic..."
He stood up unsteadily, took the wooden box from the villagers, put the holy bones into the box and closed it. Holding the box, one foot deep and one foot shallow, he walked into the wilderness:
"Mr. Bishop, I will take you to find a cemetery... Find a cemetery... The cemetery next to the church is not open for burials... Let's find a good one..."
He slowly walked away in the dusk. Behind him, a group of villagers looked at each other, pulling carts behind him. After walking through a night and half a day, Jean suddenly looked up and realized that he
Went to the village near the church:
"Priest Madeleine, bury the bishop here." Two villagers came up timidly and spoke:
"Here is the cemetery of our village. Generations of our ancestors are buried here...it is not as good as the church. Please don't dislike it in any case..."
"Dislike it? I don't dislike it, and neither does the Bishop." Jean lowered his head and stroked the surface of the wooden box, leaving a stain of blood and black ash on it:
"Just here, it's very good, very good..."
Without much greeting, the villagers had already gathered in the cemetery. Those who dug pits and those who picked up stones picked up stones. Even children as young as three or four years old helped to pull out the surrounding weeds under the instructions of adults.
Gene leaned down and put the wooden box containing the holy bones into the tomb surrounded by a circle of stones. Someone immediately helped fill the soil. After everything was completed, someone came over with a little boy in his arms:
"Priest Madeleine, could you please take a look at the child... This child has been burning for two days..."
"But, I have no treatment skills anymore." Jean lowered his head and stretched out his hand. The skin on his hand was scorched and the flesh was rotten. After a day and a night of delay, some places had pus:
"I am a heretic. They said that I will be excommunicated and excommunicated... I can no longer use healing techniques..."
There was a chorus of lamentations. Suddenly, the strongest young man in the village spat viciously:
"They said you can't, so you can't?! The Lord of Glory really watched, and he killed them all with a thunderbolt! The Lord of Glory didn't watch, so why did they say you can't?!"
"yes!"
"Yeah yeah!"
Jean Madeleine slowly raised his gaze. A little light gradually lit up in his empty eyes:
It was the tombstone of Bishop Miria, an ordinary wooden board with the words "A good man is buried here" written in his own hand;
Those are the sacred bones in the wooden box. Even if they are buried in ashes, they still glow with a dull silver light;
That is the holy light that never goes out in the flames and black smoke of the torture rack until death!
"They said I couldn't. But, they, what are they?!"
He suddenly raised his hand, bent his arm, returned his wrist, and drew a circle on his chest, with seven dots connected around the circle:
In an instant, the bright holy light burst out from the palms of his charred fingers. Wherever it touched, the wounds healed and the eschar fell off:
"My faith and my magic come from the Lord of Glory, not from the Holy See!!!"
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I cried several times while writing about myself today...
With tears streaming down my face, I'm asking for subscriptions, monthly votes, recommendation votes, book reviews, and all kinds of things...
ps: Jean Valjean, his name was Madeleine when he was mayor
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
This morning I went to five nucleic acid sites to do nucleic acid testing. Four of them queued for more than half an hour (possibly more than an hour). According to nearby security guards, one of the nucleic acid workers got into an argument with someone else and left.
Don't do it
I:……
Reader: Fortunately, I didn’t kill Hua Xiong while the wine was warm, otherwise he would not come back until the wine had cooled down. When asked, it took Hua Xiong five minutes and half an hour to pass the nucleic acid test when he came back to enter the camp...
But things were much better this afternoon. Two of the three nucleic acid sites I passed by only had a few people, and the queue time was within two minutes by visual inspection.