It's not that hard to open a hospital in another world, right?

Chapter 883 My magic does not come from the Holy See (The strong sea monster rewards more)
Jean Madeleine was running around in the church.

Before Bishop Miria left, he felt bad. 3000 pounds of millet, what is 3000 pounds enough for!More than half of the number required by the task!

If it is the villagers who pay the food, they will definitely be beaten to death; even if it is the bishop, if it falls into the hands of those cannibals who don't spit out their bones, they will not be able to please!

"Bishop, bishop, please take away the grains in the cellar! Let's go through this hurdle first! Only after you keep it yourself can you go to save others!"

He stopped in front of him and begged bitterly.His lips were worn out, and his saliva was dry. Bishop Miria just smiled slightly:
"The Lord said, you must treat people with integrity, and you must not deceive those who trust you. Jean, what those villagers entrusted to me are not only seeds, but also the hope of surviving next year, and their trust in the Lord."

And such trust, no matter what, cannot be let down.

Gene's persuasion was fruitless, and he could only watch the villagers load bags of grain into the truck, and then followed the bishop and pushed him away.He hesitated, hesitated again, stomped his feet and rushed into the room, took out a pair of silver candlesticks, and stuffed them into the bishop's arms:

"My lord, you take this! Just in case, just in case..."

He couldn't go on.However, from the smiling eyes of Bishop Miria, he had already seen that the other party understood what he meant:
In case the higher-ups get angry, with such a valuable thing, they can save themselves from suffering...

"Hehe, I won't take it." However, under Gene's expectant eyes, the old man still pushed the candlestick back:
"This is yours, what should I do with it?"

"This is yours! You gave it to me!"

Gene growled under his throat.Bishop Miria smiled more kindly:

"This is the price I paid for buying your soul and handing it over to the Lord. Jean, promise me, keep it, and remember your agreement with the Lord every time you see it."

"Yes, my lord bishop, I must remember..."

Gene nodded.He held the candlestick tightly with his thick fingers, and after praying for a while, a faint white light rose from the candlestick.Bishop Miria nodded slightly, smiling more kindly:
"In this way, I am relieved. 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 convoy meander away, leaving only two deep ruts;
Watching the sun rise from the beginning to the zenith, and then gradually from the zenith to the west;

Watching a pair of cavalry flaunting their might, rushing into the church and rummaging everywhere;
Watching the second team arrive and take away all the food in the church cellar...

Subconsciously, he wrapped and wrapped the silver candlestick in his arms with a rag for mopping the floor, and pressed it under his body.

The cellars were swept away, and the cavalry came and went.Gene curled up in the corner of the empty cellar, his eyes glazed over.After an unknown amount of time, he was shaken awake by two anxious villagers:

"What are you still doing here? Bishop Miria, they will burn you to death!"

Gene jumped up, hugged the wrapped silver candlestick, and rushed out quickly.

Whoops, whoops.He didn't know how long he ran, but he only knew that he had the same strong physique as the knight, and he ran until his lungs almost exploded.It's getting closer, it's getting closer, the fortified military camp is getting closer, it's getting closer to Shenghui's tent——

what is that?
What is that billowing black smoke? !

Why are there so many people crowded around the black smoke? Why, a few villagers he knows are kneeling and crying far away? !
"You're late... Gene, you're late..."

Among the villagers kneeling and crying were the two leaders who came to store wheat on that rainy night.They only yelled this one, and buried their heads down, tears streaming down their faces.

Gene stared at them blankly.After a long time, there was a long howl.He took out the pair of candlesticks, tore off the rags frantically, and rushed straight to the camp gate:

"Bishop Miria is innocent! He is innocent!" He held up the candlestick high, letting the light of the setting sun shine on it, and it was brilliant:
"It's me, it's me! I secretly sold the rations and exchanged for this pair of candlesticks! You let him go! Let him go..."

"Ugh……"

A soft sigh sounded from the camp gate.Then, a white light as thick as the mouth of a bowl shot straight out, hitting Jin's chest, and knocking him and the candlestick away.

"Law: Imprisonment."

A clear drink.Gene suddenly felt his whole body stiff, he couldn't get up, he couldn't speak, he couldn't even move his fingers.The robes fluttered in the camp, and a bishop who was dressed the same as Miria walked out and looked down at him:
"Miria was not executed because of the lack of rations. Don't yell, walk a little farther away, don't be caught by them together—understand? Just blink your eyes when you understand, and wait for the burning to end before you come to collect his body."

Gene didn't understand.But he knew that this strange bishop was doing it for his own good.Moreover, Bishop Miria couldn't do without a body collector...

He blinked obediently.The bishop sighed, turned and left.It took a long time for Gene to feel that his hands and feet could move, and he crawled up.

He backed up, backed up, hugged the candlestick tightly, and backed away further than the villagers.Then, staring at the high pile of firewood in the distance, he let out a long howl and plopped down on his knees:
"The bishop is innocent! He is innocent! Look, the Holy Light! He still has the Holy Light! You are burning a saint!"

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 told him that no one in the barracks came out to talk to him.

Until the flames were gradually extinguished, until the number of people around the Mars frame became less and less, and finally there were only a few soldiers left.Gene approached cautiously and discussed with them:

"This brother...can you please allow me to collect the corpse?"

"roll roll roll!"

The squad leader guarding the execution site slammed him impatiently.Gene took a step back, smiled more respectfully on his face, and bent lower:

"Brother, please do me a favor... After all, you are also a member of the Holy See, and you are dead. Such a corpse in the wilderness will also damage the majesty of the Holy See..."

"What majesty?"

The squad leader raised one eye corner.He had been smoked all afternoon, and it was hot, smelly, and choking, and he was feeling irritable.Rubbing his fingers impatiently, seeing that the person in front of him did not respond, he raised his voice and scolded:
"A heretic, if he is burned to death, what dignity is there? You still want to collect his body? Say, are you an accomplice of the heretic?"

The voice is getting higher and higher.Sure enough, as soon as the last sentence was finished, someone followed and asked:

"what's the situation?"

"My lord, here is a heretic wing!"

The squad leader reported loudly.With heavy footsteps behind him, a knight with clanging armor strode forward.He glanced majestically, and snorted coldly:
"That's him? Take it!"

The team leader responded and stepped forward to arrest him.In the blink of an eye, Jean finally came to his senses and quickly fell to the ground.He held up the pair of candlesticks and prayed secretly, so that a little holy light would shine from them:
"My lord! I beg you to be merciful, my lord! This is a little thought from a villain. I beg you to dedicate it to God and give the bishop some dignity!"

The knight let out a "huh" and waved his hand.The two soldiers stopped immediately, and the squad leader took the pair of candlesticks and bowed them to the knight:

"My lord, look at this..."

"The poor ghost in this country is quite rich." The knight muttered in a low voice, and walked away slowly with his hands behind his back.The squad leader hurriedly followed with a silver candlestick in his hand. Behind him, the soldiers clattered and followed in a row. Soon there were no defenders around the execution ground.

Genn knelt down on the ground, watching the holy light on the candlestick slowly dim and go away.His eyes also dimmed a little bit, as if the agreement he had made with Bishop Miria and the Lord of Radiance had also moved away from him——

"Hey, kid!" The team leader stared unwillingly at the candlestick in his hand, and stopped suddenly.He stuffed the candlestick into the soldier's hand, took two steps in three steps, and returned to Jean:
"Don't even think about burying him in a churchyard! Heretics like him—and assistants to heretics like you—are excommunicated and excommunicated!"

Gene's eyes were empty, as if he hadn't heard anything.He didn't let out a long howl until everyone was gone, threw himself on the woodpile, and started digging with all his might:

"My lord bishop! My lord bishop! My lord bishop..."

The fire was extinguished, but the ashes were still hot.Gene, however, seemed to have no feeling at all, kneeling on the pile of ashes, digging down with both hands.Take a handful of ashes and put them aside, take another handful of ashes and put them aside...

Within two strokes, the ten fingers and palms were scalded with blisters, and after two strokes, the skin was torn apart and the flesh was rotten.But Gene didn't care, and he was digging in the ashes wholeheartedly. After a while, he picked up a bone from the ashes, and burst into tears:

"My lord bishop! My lord bishop..."

Most of the human bones have been reduced to ashes and particles under the flames with divine spells, mixed in the ashes, unrecognizable.However, the bone that Jean held up was complete in shape, hard and solid, with a faint silver light.

In the cathedral that the bishop had brought him to visit, and in the stories that the bishop had told him, this is a 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 prostrated himself on the pyre, howling and weeping bitterly.After a long time, he was pulled up by the brave villagers who stepped forward and persuaded them to get off the pyre.Holding the holy bone in his hand, he watched in a daze as the villagers shoveled up the ashes and put them into wooden boxes——

"Jean! Your hand!--do yourself a favor!"

Gene came back to himself in a daze.He looked down at his fingers, closed his eyes silently, and prayed softly.Once, twice, no matter how many times, there is no healing light falling on my fingers.

"Oh... I'm a heretic." He said softly, grinning.The smile grows bigger and bigger and more terrifying:
"I am an assistant of heretics. People like me will be excommunicated and punished with excommunication... I can't use magic..."

He stood up unsteadily, took the wooden box from the villagers, put the relic into the box and covered it.Holding the box, one foot deep, one foot shallow, go to the wilderness:

"Master Bishop, I will take you to find a cemetery... find a cemetery... the cemetery next to the church is closed for burials... let's find a good one..."

He walked away slowly in the twilight.Behind, a group of villagers look at me and I look at you, pulling a cart and following behind.After walking through the night and half the day, Gene suddenly looked up, only to realize that he had reached the village near the church:

"Acolyte Madeleine, bury His Excellency the Bishop here." Two villagers approached timidly:

"Here is the cemetery of our village. Our ancestors have been buried here for generations... It is not as good as a church. Please don't dislike it anyway..."

"Dislike it? I don't dislike it, nor will the bishop." Gene lowered his head and stroked the surface of the wooden box, leaving a bloodstain and black ash on it:

"Just here, here is very good, very good..."

No need to say hello, the villagers have already gathered at the cemetery.Those who dig pits dig pits, those who pick up stones pick up stones.Even three or four-year-old children, under the command of adults, help pull out the surrounding weeds.

Genn leaned down and put the wooden box containing the relics into the tomb surrounded by stones, and someone helped fill it up immediately.After everything was completed, someone brought a little boy over:
"Acolyte Madeleine, can I trouble you to take a look at the child... This child has been burned for two days..."

"But, I don't have healing skills anymore." Gene lowered his head and stretched out his hand.On the hands, the skin was scorched and the flesh was rotten. After a day and a night of delay, some places had pus:
"I'm a heretic, they say, I'm going to be excommunicated and sentenced to excommunication...I can no longer use healing..."

One after another, there was a sound of lamentation.Suddenly, the strongest young man in the village spat viciously:
"They said you can't, so you can't?! The master of brilliance really watched, and he didn't kill them with a single lightning! The master of brilliance didn't watch, so why can't you say it?!"

"Yes!"

"Yeah yeah!"

Jean Madeleine slowly raised his eyes.The empty fundus gradually lit up with a little light:
It was the tombstone of Bishop Miria, an ordinary wooden board, on which he personally wrote "a good man is buried here";
It was the holy bone in the wooden box, even if it was buried in the ashes, it still glowed with a faint silver light;
That is the holy light that will never be extinguished until death in the flames and black smoke of the stake!
"They say I can't. But, they, what are they?!"

He raised his hand suddenly.Bend the arm, return the wrist, draw a circle on the chest, connect seven dots around the circle:

In an instant, a bright holy light burst out from his scorched fingers and palms.Wherever it goes, the wound heals and the eschar falls off:
"My belief, my magic, comes from the Lord of Radiance, not from the Holy See!!!"

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I wrote myself crying several times today...

Crying and clawing, begging for a subscription, asking for a monthly ticket, asking for a recommendation ticket, asking for a book review, asking for various...

ps: Jean Valjean, the name he used when he was mayor was Madeleine

　This morning, I ran to five nucleic acid sites for nucleic acid testing. Four of them queued for more than half an hour (possibly more than an hour). According to the nearby security guard, the nucleic acid tester got into a fight with others and left. don't do
　　I:……

　　Reader: Luckily it wasn't to warm the wine and kill Huaxiong, otherwise he would not come back until the wine was cold. I asked, Zhan Huaxiong spent 5 minutes and came back to wait for half an hour for nucleic acid to enter the camp...

　　But this afternoon was much better. Of the three nucleic acid sites I passed by, two of them had only a few people, and the queuing time was within 2 minutes by visual inspection.

　　Hope things are getting better...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)