Don't call me evil god

Chapter 344: 20 times price increase!
The safety level of Ceylon City is indeed much better than places like Raven Town and Chim Town.

The sky changed and the eternal night fell. Not long after that, the priests and crusaders of the Cult of the Light entered the city.

However, they did not immediately launch a full-scale rescue operation for the citizens.

A part of the Crusaders headed straight for the Countess's castle.

Chevaux de frise, fences, stakes, trenches...

A temporary defense line was quickly built outside the castle.

of course.

Their statement to the outside world was that there was a serious smell of evil pollution near the castle, and the countess was suspected to be trapped. After finding out the situation, they would launch a rescue.

The first half of this statement is true.

Serious pollution is a fact.

The illusion effect around the castle is very strong. At this stage, except for those crusaders blessed by the God of Light, anyone else who dares to step into it will be lost on the spot.

The second half... is fake.

At least Bishop Henry Tran knew very well what was happening with the Countess of Ceylon.

Not only clear.

It was his instruction to arrange for the Crusaders to build a temporary defense line.

The remaining Crusaders and Radiant Priests set up a "refuge camp" centered on the trade market in Ceylon City.

This camp will accommodate citizens who have nowhere to go and are forced to flee and hide because of the monsters that appeared out of nowhere in Ceylon City.

Provide them with temporary beds and supplies to ensure basic survival.

Although there are no conditions or thresholds for entering the refugee camp.

But if you want to survive in it, the situation is different!

……

"God of Glory!"

"What's the difference between you and robbers? My God, you are taking advantage of the situation!"

The bearded equipment merchant who had been clamoring to see the countess was now standing at the supply point of the refuge camp, with his hands on his hips, complaining dissatisfiedly.

His tone was harsh and he spoke too forcefully, causing the fat on his body to tremble.

A few drops of sweat flowed down the side of his chin, caused by the heat of anxiety.

The bearded merchant felt that hiding at home was not safe enough, so he immediately took some money and arrived at the refuge camp under the escort of the Glow Priest.

Entering the temporary refuge camp, there was almost nothing here except the trade market that had been requisitioned by the Cult of the God of Light.

Hiding from the monsters made the bearded man tired and thirsty, so he thought about getting some water to drink.

When he went to the trade fair and asked, he almost died of anger.

Originally, only one copper coin was needed to fill a whole water bag with clean water, but now the supply is limited by the Glowing God Cult.

20 copper coins!
One price!

The bearded merchant then began to complain angrily.

Although he did make a lot of money by monopolizing the warrior equipment industry in Ceylon, this was not the right way to spend money!

There are many people who think that the price is ridiculously high, just like the bearded man.

They all gathered at the trade fair, shouting and clamoring, trying to get the Glow Priest in charge of the sales to compromise and restore the price to normal levels.

The Glow Priests had no intention of changing at all.

He was wearing a platinum church robe, holding a glowing scripture in his left hand against his chest, and raising his right hand, signaling everyone to listen to him.

Then he emphasized to everyone with a serious expression:

"There is no problem with this price. We will not lower it, and we cannot lower it."

“This is not just any clean water.”

"Ceylon City is now under the threat of serious pollution from the Void Evil God, and monsters are only the easiest part to deal with!"

"The Crusaders will be responsible for clearing out the monsters that attack everyone. It will be safe to take refuge here."

"But the food, water, bedding, and clothing you need every day will be contaminated without you noticing!" "If you drink unclean water, you may also be affected by the chaos and pollution brought by the void and degenerate into a monster that has lost its mind."

"The clean water we provide here has been specially purified by divine magic to ensure that there will be no problems with the pure water source!"

"Material for divine arts is expensive!"

"The opportunity to cast divine magic is even more precious."

"20 copper coins per person, is that expensive?"

"..."

The bearded man was speechless.

The Glow Priest's reasons were impeccable.

Those who come to seek refuge are ordinary people, and they are not as strong as the professionals.

Evil god pollution.

Compared with life, money is indeed just external possessions.

If it degenerates into a monster, no amount of money at home can save it. This is a pollution and distortion that even the [Great Resurrection Spell] cannot reverse.

He could afford it at the price of 20 copper coins.

But for some ordinary citizens in Ceylon, they really cannot afford the price which has increased 20 times.

Some people knelt at the supply point, begging the Glorious Priests:
"Sir! Please, it's too expensive, we really can't afford it!"

"There are seven people in my family. In addition to clean water, we also need to buy dry food and blankets. It's really too expensive!"

"Please, God of Light, look after us!"

The Radiant Priest remained unmoved by the issue of pricing, and changed the subject, suggesting:
"I really can't afford it...but there are other ways."

"See over there?"

As he spoke, he pointed to a group of citizens in the distance who were carrying supplies to the refugee camp under the escort of the Crusaders.

“Respond to the call to collect supplies, money, or any valuable materials, bring them over, and pay them to the church.”

"Depending on the amount of supplies you paid, you can receive a portion of them on the same day."

"You can always do this, right?"

When the citizens heard this, they were overjoyed.

"Can! Can! Can!"

He nodded hurriedly.

With the Crusaders providing protection, all they had to do was collect supplies in Ceylon City, which was gradually falling into a vortex of chaos.

Anyway, no one cares about private property at this time.

What stays with you is yours!
"Praise the God of Light! Thank you, my lord!"

The material supply point was instantly filled with praises and flattery.

This disaster is obviously a major event.

The Cult of the Light immediately entered the city and established a refuge camp. Countess Ceylon heard that she was trapped in the castle and unable to escape.

In such a dangerous environment, many people can no longer think about issues such as property, business, and work.

Being able to survive is more important than anything else.

The shelter provided by the Glowing God Cult is a bit expensive, but at least it can save their lives!

They were also able to collect supplies and hand them over to the church, allowing them and their families to survive the disaster.

Better to die than live!

Many people even felt lucky at this moment:

"Fortunately, I settled in Ceylon City instead of some small town or village."

"If those villages and towns don't have a strong Glorious God Cult, I'm afraid it won't be long before they become a living hell!"

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(End of this chapter)