Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 253 The aftermath of the disaster

Green and thick pea vines covered the surrounding area like a heavy rain. They were entangled and intertwined, quickly forming a forest, with layers stacked up, and the top could not be seen at all.

Bernadette sat in front of her on a high-backed chair made of pea vines, and the aura on her body became more distant than before.
  At first glance, it gives people an extremely sacred and wise feeling.

Renekton took a few steps closer and saluted slightly:

"You've been promoted."

Bernadette nodded gently and said:
  "Remember what you said earlier?"

"Above the sequence." Renekton nodded slightly in response, and then chuckled:

"I thought you didn't care much about this. You didn't show any curiosity at all."

"Restraining one's excessive curiosity is the most important rule for a secret peeper!"

Bernadette said with emotion.

Renekton nodded slightly. He fully agreed with Bernadette's words. The probability of a secret peeping person dying from peeping into unknown things is far greater than dying from fighting.

After pondering for a moment, he asked thoughtfully:

"Can it take a few days? Sasriel is still sleeping, and there are some things that need to be confirmed with Him."

Bernadette stared at Renekton for a moment, and before Renekton wanted to explain, she nodded slightly.

The surrounding pea vines, like a green forest, quickly shrank and disappeared. In a moment, those pea vines and Bernadette's figure disappeared without a trace.

The dock area, a deserted corner.

Renekton's figure quickly emerged. He looked left and right, and his eyes quickly locked onto Destiny, whose spirituality emanating from his body had not yet completely subsided.

Destiny glanced at Renekton with a feeling, waited for him to take a few steps closer, and then said in a helpless voice:
  "This disaster was much more serious than I expected, but it also ended much faster than I expected. There are other people or forces secretly preventing this disaster."

"What I can do is just make the three major churches react faster and prevent this disaster from breaking out at the most terrible time."

Is this destiny? Through some people and some chance, things are pushed in a coincidental but reasonable direction.

Renekton thought for a moment and finally sighed:
  "Destiny is always unpredictable."

"Yes, especially for monsters like us who walk on the path of destiny. The more we know about destiny, the more we revere it and lose ourselves."

Destiny sighed as if he was also affected.

His words made Renekton think of Ouroleus who was following Zhenzao. He seemed to lack himself and always looked dull.

"By the way, this is for you. I picked it up when I was in the East District before. It seems that the official Beyonders haven't had time to clean up the mess there."

"This is of no use to me. Extraordinaries of the destiny path cannot carry these magical items. This is a requirement of destiny."

While he was talking, Destiny handed over a palm-sized mirror, which was engraved with complicated and simple patterns and had an unusual charm.

After just a brief glance, Renekton found it difficult to take his eyes away from it.

"Witch, Panatia?" Renekton asked in confusion.

"If no other witch died over there today, then it should come from the one you are talking about."

Destiny nodded slightly in response.

Renekton was not polite and reached out to take it. A layer of starlight floated, then quickly shrank, solidifying into a translucent amber, isolating the mirror.

In the East District, in a deserted and dirty alley, Renekton's figure was quickly outlined.

He quickly walked out of the alley and onto the street outside. He was surrounded by corpses and weak and coughing people. They were mainly old people, weak young people and children.

An imperceptible color flashed in Renekton's eyes, and he saw the situation of the people around him more clearly.

The spiritual color of each of them is very weak, and their lungs and breathing are severely infected. Even if they survive this disaster, they will have serious sequelae in their future lives, and they may even be slightly weaker. , or people who have not received good treatment will not be able to survive this disaster at all.

This is the meaning of civilization and progress. Walking on the street, Renekton suddenly felt a sense of enlightenment in his heart.

During a casual stroll, he came to a workers' association, which was a secret stronghold of the Aurora Society.

There is a small red building not far away, with a huge red cross hanging on the wall. This is a workers' mutual aid organization established under the promotion of the Aurora Society. The name was given by Renekton, called "Red Cross Mutual Aid Society" ".

Here were gathered workers, frail from contracting the disease, and their families.

The Aurora Society had long been prepared for this disaster, but with its huge population base, the previous preparations seemed ineffective.

While Renekton was looking around, a young-looking man with outstanding facial features noticed him and leaned over the crowd.

In Renekton's eyes, this man's face seemed to be covered with a vague curtain of darkness. A black knight, will Aurora be the new person in charge of Backlund?
  When Renekton was sizing him up, he had already approached and said in a calm voice:

"Your Majesty the Envoy of God, I am Kesma, taking over from Mr. A to spread the Protestant faith in Backlund!" "Are you the only one?" Lake frowned slightly.

Taking away the characteristics of the conqueror, the royal family and the Witch Sect will definitely continue to cause trouble for the Aurora Society in the future, especially the Witch Sect. The royal family may only do it secretly, but the Witch Sect may not necessarily do so.

A slightly hidden crazy smile appeared on Kesma's handsome face and said:
  "His Royal Highness the Angel of Destiny will stay in Backlund in the near future."

"And the Lord has sent a new oracle. We will stop preaching in Backlund and only retain our existing beliefs."

Renekton nodded slightly and stopped continuing the topic. Instead, he asked Kosma to take him to the place where the treatment of people infected with the plague was concentrated.

Entering the demigod stage, Renekton easily simulated the holy light that combines vitality and purifying power unique to the unicorn figure.

A stream of pure and clear warm light illuminates every corner of the surroundings, purifying the surrounding air and the virus on the infected people, while the gentle vitality makes up for their weak bodies.

Under the leadership of Kosma, Renekton treated all the infected people at each centralized treatment point.

He controls the degree of treatment. Although the infected person will not be cured directly, it can alleviate their pain and will not leave too serious sequelae after the disease is subsequently treated.

Even Renekton couldn't heal everyone. That would already fall into the category of a miracle.

The next morning, in the Harvest Church in the south area of ​​​​Daqiao.

When Renekton came here, he happened to see a transparent and illusory unicorn figure moving away from here.

It spread its wings made of transparent crystal, penetrated the wall, and flew into the air, leaving a layer of less obvious light behind it, silently healing the people below.

Renekton withdrew his gaze and turned to look at Forsi, who had just completed a ritual. Her face was a little pale. It seemed that she had performed several rituals during this period and consumed too much spiritual energy.

Renekton approached and said in a calm voice:
  "You can slow down the frequency a little. You are still at Sequence Eight, and you don't have that much spiritual energy to consume."

Forsi glanced at Renekton who came over at some point with tired eyes, nodded slightly, and said with a faint smile:
  "I used to be a doctor. Even though that has been a long time ago, when I see patients, I always want to help if I can."

Renekton nodded slightly in understanding and said:
  "I still suggest you take a good rest first. Moreover, this is the Earth Church. Both the priests and volunteers here have good pharmacological knowledge. They can handle these patients."

"What nonsense are you talking about! Can't you see that I'm already crazy busy? If you have nothing to do, just help me deliver these potions to the hall."

The volunteer in Renekton's mouth greeted him with an expression on his face.

After Emlyn finished speaking, he turned his head, scooped up the dark liquid in the large iron pot with an iron spoon, and put it into the glass bottles and glasses next to it.

He glanced at the empty iron pot, and then counted the prepared potions.

"Let me help, Mr. White."

Forsi approached very familiarly.

Emlyn did not refuse, and Renekton followed them to deliver the potion prepared by Emlyn to the hall.

In the hall originally used for prayer, most of the seats had been removed, and tattered quilts were spread on the floor, in which lay sleeping or moaning plague-infected people.

After about ten minutes, all the potions were distributed to the infected people to drink, and then they returned to the altar.

Emlyn complained to Father Utravsky:

"You should find two more volunteers!"

Father Utravsky did not respond to this topic, but looked at the patients and said with a gentle smile:
  "They should be able to recover in a day or two, thanks to the strange unicorn that Ms. Fors summoned."

"No, it's nothing, I'm just completing the commission."

Forsi was a little embarrassed to accept the complimentary wave of hands.

Emlyn also glanced at Forsi. He was very interested in the ritual magic of summoning unicorns, but he did not speak at this time. This was not in line with the image of a noble vampire.

He looked at the tall priest and said casually:

"Father, I didn't expect you to accept heretics. Only two or three of them are believers of the Mother Goddess."

"They are also lives, innocent lives."

Father Utravsky smiled nonchalantly.

Emlyn stayed for a few seconds, exhaled, and then said:
  "Father, I have found a solution to the psychological suggestion. Maybe I will leave here soon."

Renekton raised his eyebrows and looked at the somewhat arrogant vampire. At this time, he should have prayed to the Fool and relieved his psychological suggestion, but he did not immediately mock him happily, but continued to work here.
  As if feeling a little uncomfortable under his direct gaze, Emlyn glared back and said:

"What are you looking at me for? Have you forgotten what you came to do? Or have you also decided to believe in the Mother Earth?"

"Also?" Renekton raised his eyebrows and continued:
  "I'm here to say goodbye to the priest. I will leave Backlund in a few days."

(End of this chapter)