I suppressed the weirdness in the shelter

Chapter 112 Believe in the Goddess and gain eternal life!
Wyatt finally came out of the hall safely.

He convinced Gustav and thus gained his support.

As the first step to killing the amnesiac, Wyatt actually asked to be locked up in the dungeon again.

It was a strange request, but Gustav agreed anyway.

Not only that, he also sent Augustus to assist Wyatt throughout the process.

With Gustav's direct order, Augustus naturally did not dare to attack Wyatt again. In fact, this was a good opportunity for him to show himself.

Gustave told him straight out that this was an attempt to cure absence disorder, and asked for his full assistance.

Today, Augustus completed the task assigned by Wyatt, so he came to the dungeon to meet Wyatt, hoping to get his further instructions.

It's just that the dungeon today is a little strange.

The wet floor tiles become dry and spotless, even the dirt hidden in the cracks between the tiles for years is completely removed.

The strange stench that was a mixture of various body fluids and swill disappeared overnight, and was replaced by a refreshing lavender scent.

Looking into the cell, one can see that the haystack used as a bed is arranged into a square shape. There is not a single piece of extra hay beyond the rectangular range, and the sheets on top are also spotlessly white.

Augustus couldn't close his mouth since he entered the dungeon.

He walked unconsciously towards the depths of the dungeon, but suddenly heard a long song.

It was a melody that didn't make the cut, at least not in the musical style of Sky City.

In the Sky City, even the lullaby that lulls children to sleep is far more radical than the wild music on earth.

This kind of music seems out of place in the Sky City.

This reminded Augustus of the few times he had left the Sky City, and the song would remind Augustus of the fields on earth.

The traces left by the wind on the grass are like waves, and from time to time you can find some lonely shepherds among them.

Augustus was deeply impressed by the peaceful scene. After all, there would be no such things in the Sky City.

Following the singing, Augustus found the source of the sound.

He saw a group of prisoners in plain white clothes sitting cross-legged on the ground, surrounding Wyatt who was standing in the center.

They swayed their bodies to the melody in tacit understanding, neither fast nor slow, as if they had communicated with each other beforehand.

There were even some guys playing musical instruments among them. It was really puzzling that these prisoners could actually play musical instruments.

As for Wyatt, he had a white sheet draped over his shoulders and a wooden stick in his hand, directing the prisoners in singing.

The dungeon of Sky City only holds dragon criminals. Augustus felt strange when he saw his fellow dragons with dragon horns on their heads smiling brightly and singing melodious tunes.

The most outrageous thing is the huge portrait behind Wyatt.

It seems to be made of four sheets stitched together, and is painted with a mature woman with her eyes closed and her arms open.

Augustus has a certain understanding of the pantheon of the world today, and in fact everyone with a good background has such knowledge.

Even though the dragons follow "Great Power", because they have established friendly relations with humans, they still recognize "Holiness" as the true God and acknowledge His will.

Naturally, Augustus also knew that this was a widely circulated image of the goddess.

Wyatt is preaching for "holiness"?!

Isn't he the leader of a cult?

It turns out that what the Stars believe in is "holiness"?
If this matter were to get out, the Church would strongly protest.

"That's all for today. Remember to do good deeds every day and praise the goddess."

"Praise the goddess..."

Praises came one after another from the crowd. After finishing their praises, they all stood up from the ground and left the gathering place with smiles on their faces.

After they left, some of them picked up brooms and started cleaning, while others helped the guards carry goods. In short, they did all kinds of things, but they couldn't find any bad people. Augustus felt that the world was crazy.

"You're here. It seems that you have done a good job in what I asked you to do."

"Excuse me, Mr. Wyatt...what did you do?"

"Spread the goddess's grace."

"…Father asked you to come and treat the absence disease. Please do not take this opportunity to spread your beliefs."

"Oh, I'm speechless." Wyatt suddenly started to complain, "When I skipped work and slacked off, I was called a fake priest. Now that I'm seriously preaching, I'm accused of not doing my job. I'm too hard to please. I really want to blow this world up with one punch."

Augustus' eyes twitched uncontrollably, and for a moment he had no idea how to refute Wyatt, so he just started reporting his work.

"As instructed, we have quarantined all the people on the list you gave us."

"How is the result?"

"Just as you expected, they are all undetected patients with early stage of absence disorder... How did you do it?"

"A gift from the goddess."

Augustus closed his eyes helplessly, it was obvious that he didn't believe it.

Wyatt relied on his status as a "holy" apostle to launch the "Burning Sin" that was enough to cover the entire Sky City. Ultimately, relying on the White Flame's sensitivity to pollution, he locked onto all potential amnesia patients.

Accurate locking can completely eliminate the harmfulness of white flames.

Only a "holy" apostle can perform operations of this level.

"So what needs to be done next, Mr. Wyatt."

“Since all the patients have been gathered together, it is natural that they should be treated.”

"Have you found a cure for absence syndrome?"

"Look at these prisoners."

Augustus looked at these completely reversed prisoners, and for a moment he still felt a little weird.

There are actually quite a few prisoners in the dungeon who suffer from amnesia.

Augustus didn't understand what Wyatt meant, so he had to call the guards and ask if anything noteworthy had happened in the past few days.

Unexpectedly, when the guard was asked this question, he looked as if he had seen a ghost.

"Oh my God! Your Highness Augustus, don't you know?! The mental states of those prisoners suffering from amnesia have returned to normal! You must know what this means. Their amnesia has been cured!"

"Recovered? How is that possible? He is just an early-stage patient."

"They are all really recovered. You know, there are also some patients in the middle stage in the dungeon."

"You know the consequences of lying."

"Absolutely true!"

"What kind of treatment have they received these days?"

"It's strange to say, but I was led by Master Wyatt to clean, decorate the cells, do good deeds every day... and sing hymns in the prayer area every day."

Augustus felt a headache.

"Mr. Wyatt, let's talk about the next job."

"Okay, take me to the quarantine area. The glory of the goddess should be spread in every corner and shared equally with every citizen!"

Oh no, this is even more of a headache.

(End of this chapter)