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Chapter 547 This is a miracle

The rainstorm in the mountains came very violently. The thunder that was roaring in the valley seemed to be right next to my ears. The raindrops as big as beans made the canvas tent of the carriage crackle, as if it would be pierced through at the next moment.

The people in the caravan set up a tent next to the truck, and Fontana and several familiar businessmen took shelter from the rain and chatted inside.

The topic turned to the bus, and a bald businessman said obscenely: "There is only a young man and a young woman in the bus now, do you think they will... hehehe..."

Several businessmen laughed knowingly.

Fontana said seriously: "That woman is a nun. She would not do such a thing."

Although some things are known to everyone, they cannot be made public. If word gets out that someone in his motorcade seduces nuns and corrupts them, he will no longer be able to do business.

His statement was supported by some people because these businessmen had just seen Frederick chatting with Fontana outside. If he was the kind of person who wanted to "hehehe", he would not leave the carriage, but would stay in the carriage waiting for an opportunity.

A bearded businessman said with a wicked smile: "How about we make a bet, and the loser will treat everyone to a roast pig when we get to Bern."

"Right, right, right!" The bald man became excited. "Let's go and listen to see which is louder, the thunder or their shouting!"

A roasted pig was nothing to them. They started to make a fuss and place bets, and asked the coachman to run to the coach and put his ear to the canvas to listen to the movement inside.

There were benches made of long wooden boards on both sides of the carriage. Frederick was leisurely reading Psyche's new novel "Four Ways to Cook a Golden Chicken" under the light, and he didn't care about what was happening outside the carriage.

But the situation was different for another person in the carriage. The nun knelt on the floor, trembling all over, silently reciting scriptures of confession and asking for forgiveness from the God of Light.

According to the rules, clergymen must fast on their way to the pilgrimage and cannot eat any meat other than fish.

The nun had just sneaked a sausage roll and now thought the rainstorm was a punishment from the God of Light.

Branburgh’s sausages are quite famous. They are made with spices from the south. After being pierced with a few holes, they are rolled in dough and baked. Even the bread has the flavor of the sausage.

Frederick couldn't help but buy some to eat on the way, and the nun couldn't help but buy some too, and ate them secretly when no one was in the car.

Now, just as she was discovered breaking her vow, a heavy rainstorm, the most severe she had ever experienced, hit the mountain, so she believed that the two were causally related.

But no matter how she prayed, the thunder and rain outside the car did not get any quieter, and even hail began to fall.

“Sir…Sir…” She looked at Frederick tremblingly, “Please whip me. The God of Light will not calm his anger if I am not punished.”

Frederick looked around and saw that they were the only two people in the carriage, and he was immediately filled with questions.

The nun knelt on the floor of the carriage, lowered her head, and kept muttering: "If the God of Light does not calm down his anger, the whole world will be flooded..."

Frederick's mouth twitched, thinking that this was a believer with a problem in his brain, so he asked her: "How do you want me to punish you?"

The nun turned around and removed her robe, revealing her smooth back.

There is a definition for flogging. For criminals, it is a whip on the back, and for disobedient children, it is a spanking on the buttocks.

Frederick's invention of whipping hooligans has become increasingly accepted in recent years, because there is a saying in the church that "whipping is done wherever there is a mistake", but it is usually aimed at thieves and thugs.

Frederick curled his lips. It would be a shame not to put a dozen cupping cups on such a beautiful back.

It is useless to reason with these believers whose heads are as hard as rocks. If you talk too much, they may even regard you as a devil tempting them to make mistakes. If you don't want to cause trouble for yourself, just go along with them.

Frederick reached for the luggage he had made, pulled out a leather belt, and hit the nun's back a few times casually, just making the skin red.

The rain in the mountains comes and goes quickly. The thunder disappears in an instant, but the raindrops continue.

The nun's eyes suddenly lit up. She stood up, turned around and said excitedly: "You must be a messenger sent by the God of Light. Please punish me like a father!" Frederick felt a little toothache. The church really regards the God of Light as the father of the world and He treats believers like children.

The method of spanking children is the same in many places, pressing them on the legs and spanking them.

Before Frederick could express his opinion, the nun had already laid down on her own initiative.

Frederick slapped his face a few times in dismay, and the rain outside stopped.

Sitting in the coachman's position, Fontana and several merchants stared in amazement at how the originally dark clouded sky was torn apart by the sunlight and then cleared up in a short while, with sweat on their foreheads.

They just heard the nun say that the heavy rain was the punishment from the God of Light, and asked the gentleman in the car to whip himself.

The few people who bet that the two would "hehehe" almost laughed out loud. The priests and nuns would use all kinds of excuses when they took the initiative, such as whipping and so on. There were many tricks.

Then the sound of people taking off clothes was heard in the carriage, which further confirmed their thoughts.

But what happened next was wrong. It sounded like a real fight and the audience initially thought it was just their fun. But the problem was that after the fight, the heavy rain really stopped immediately.

This is not just fun, it's a miracle.

They all ran over immediately. This was the God of Light coming to the world through the young man. If they blamed themselves for eavesdropping with evil thoughts, they didn't know what kind of punishment He would bring down.

"Snapped!"

The bald businessman who started the conversation first had something on his mind and accidentally slipped, falling flat on the muddy mountain road.

Fontana, who was following behind him, didn't expect him to fall, and he tripped and fell on top of him, and then one after another people tripped and fell.

When they got up, the bald man who was pressed at the bottom trembled and said, "This is... God's punishment!"

There was blood in his mouth as he spoke, from the bite he had just done on his tongue.

Just now he had the worst thoughts and was the first to say it out loud. Now he was the first to fall. Not only did he fall the hardest, but he was also pinned down by a huge man.

Normally, everyone would laugh at him for being the most unlucky, but now, everyone thinks that he was punished by the God of Light.

The other businessmen in the convoy saw them rolling in the mud and came over to watch the fun.

"Don't laugh!" Fontana became serious and had a strong aura.

He looked back at the bus and whispered to the others, "Everyone get to the front. I have something important to say."

A group of people surrounded the convoy several times. Fontana recounted what had just happened with some exaggeration, and the bald man also stuck out his bitten tongue to show everyone.

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. The rain suddenly stopped and the person with the stinkiest mouth bit his tongue right in front of them. They had to believe it.

Inside the carriage, the nun had put her robe back on and was about to take out the remaining packets of sausage bread from her luggage and throw them out of the car.

Frederick has always refused to waste food, so he immediately stopped it: "Don't waste it, just keep it and eat it."

The nun immediately shook her head: "If I break the commandments again, the God of Light will send rain to drown the world again."

Frederick saw the bright sunshine outside the lifted curtain and said seriously, "It's okay, just eat."

When the nun heard him say this, she sat down, opened the bag, and ate a sausage bread slowly, bit by bit.

(End of this chapter)