The red moon returns

Chapter 573 Those who wish take the bait

When everyone knelt down, the citizens suddenly felt that something was wrong.

It seemed that what I was doing was not my daily prayers, but rather supporting Ms. Nightingale and fighting alongside her.

This is not mysterious nonsense, but the common feeling of all citizens in Charles Square and even in all areas of the Rhine. After they knew that their prayers were to help Ms. Nightingale, when they knelt down and began to pray to God, a very strange feeling suddenly emerged in their hearts.

Great times and great events have always been moments of glory and splendor that belong only to a few people, and ordinary people have no chance to experience them. All ordinary people can do is to follow the tide of the times and passively bear it all.

It has always been like this since ancient times.

No one thought there was anything wrong with this, and no one even thought about whether it needed to be changed. Everything seemed to be taken for granted.

However, at this moment, in the face of a world-class crisis, as prayers began, more and more people realized that they were involved.

I have also become a part of the trend that influences the world. Although each person is only a very small part, there is no doubt that all people together are changing the world.

The unprecedented feeling brought me an indescribable sense of participation. At this moment, I seemed to have become those big shots and was showing my own highlight moments.

Realizing this, everyone's prayers became extremely devoted.

Originally they were just a group of civilians who had never even left Rhine City and knew nothing except running around for their three meals a day. Now they suddenly have the opportunity to participate in world events. This is enough to brag about for the rest of their lives. When they are old and lying on their deathbed, this will be an achievement that will allow them to die peacefully.

There is only one chance, how can we miss it? How can we not do it well?

As a result, the sudden strong sense of participation made the people no longer show their previous hesitation and materialism, and they threw themselves into prayer with the bottom of their hearts, especially the previously sarcastic wild vegetable god and the fat stall owner of the grocery stall, who now looked more focused and devout than the most devout believers.

"Pray to the Almighty God to bless Ms. Nightingale to win. Pray to the Almighty God to help Ms. Nightingale fight against evil, fight against the plague, and protect the world."

"Great Ms. Nightingale, please defeat the plague and protect us civilians. I beg you."

"Great Mother of the Black Goat, great Shub-Nicholas, please bless us to survive this disaster. As long as we can survive safely, my husband and I will try our best to have children. We will spend the rest of our lives giving birth to children. We offer you our piety."

For a moment, all kinds of prayer thoughts were spreading and intertwined throughout Charles Square. People didn't know whether the gods would hear their voices, let alone whether such blind prayers would be useful. But with piety and concentration, at least people's emotions gradually calmed down and they were no longer immersed in fear.

As the prayers continued, people gradually forgot worldly troubles and even the outside world, completely immersed in devout faith. Slowly, Charles Square became silent, just like the overall environment of the entire Rhine city.

The pastor heaved a sigh of relief, and took out the note sent by the carrier pigeon and read it again while hiding from others.

Finally, according to the above requirements, the people were successfully guided into a state of group prayer. However, even in this state, can they really sacrifice their vitality? Although it is only a little and will not cause any loss of life, the human heart is unpredictable.

The priest put away the letter and looked at the believers in the parish with complicated eyes. He knew these common people best. These people were very selfish by nature. If he wanted them to pay... and sacrifice their vitality, would the above method really work?
Try it.

The priest put away the letter and paced slowly at the edge of the square, looking at the people praying and listening attentively to the sounds coming from afar.

Ten minutes later, a burst of rapid horse hoofbeats arrived as expected. Riders stood in their stirrups, waving green ribbons in their hands, which was a sign of good news. "Good news, good news, the Saint is recovering from his disadvantage, the situation is turning around, let's cheer for him."

???

Did we really do it?

The people whose prayers were interrupted were filled with disbelief. They were just trying it out, but it actually helped?
Can we really turn the tide?

At this moment, following the sense of participation, a strong sense of accomplishment that came with the good news swept through everyone's hearts, and everyone couldn't suppress the excitement in their hearts.

How about if we are more pious and work harder, maybe we can gain more?
Now, without the pastor's guidance, the people's sense of achievement made them spontaneously come up with ideas. When the pastor saw the expressions on people's faces, he immediately followed suit, and there was no trace of recitation in his tone:
"Praise the Lord, children of the Lord, you have proved your piety with practical actions. Thanks to your efforts, the Saint has withstood the pressure of the plague, and everything is getting better. Children, please don't give up, please believe in yourself, your strength is the greatest help in fighting the plague. Be more focused and more pious, and this war against the plague will surely be won because of your efforts."

We did it, and we are successfully changing our tragic fate.

The priest's powerful voice gave the citizens a sense of fulfillment and satisfaction. Without the priest's guidance, they settled down again and devoted themselves to prayer with greater enthusiasm and reverence.

Is that so accurate?
The pastor couldn't help but take out the letter and take another look at it. It was delivered from the church by carrier pigeon. It clearly stated every step of the process, including the possible reactions and countermeasures of the public. Now it seemed that most of it was very accurate.

Is it really feasible? This method of inducing people to take the bait step by step is even more vicious than the evil god in the dreamland.

Never mind. Cruelty has nothing to do with me.

The pastor looked at the countless believers kneeling on the ground and praying, raised the megaphone again, brewed his emotions, and then suddenly his face changed drastically, and he shouted:

"Children, the plague is coming back. Increase your prayers. Quickly, Ms. Nightingale can't hold on any longer. Now only you can help the Saint. Quickly, concentrate all your energy on praying."

The sudden change in the situation made the people nervous. They did not have time to think deeply about the pastor's words, but immediately intensified their prayers, each one of them extremely devout. During their prayers, the pastor's voice continued to be heard:

"Hurry, it's not enough, be more powerful, we are only one step away."

Yes, it’s just the last step left, why worry about it? Just put your last bit of faith into it.

The people kept chanting prayers, almost chanting them out loud.

"No, the plague is still fighting back. Ms. Nightingale will lose and we will be finished. No, there is still a way to solve the problem. Voluntarily donate your little vitality and pay the price of being weak for a few days to support His Excellency the Saint with practical actions."

Seeing that the people were somewhat stunned, the pastor immediately added:
"We have already paid so much. If we stop now, everything will be in vain. Let's fight! Please repeat with me, I believe in Ms. Nightingale, and I am willing to pay for this!"

At this moment, Charles Square fell into deathly silence, and the city of Rhine fell into deathly silence.

All those who knew the inside story held their breath, waiting for the final result to be revealed.

(End of this chapter)