Extraordinary Puppet Master

"Oh, it turns out it's a pseudo-supernatural thing. You should rest. After you rest, continue training."

After a few perfunctory words, Rongshu dismissed Gallon. The pseudo-supernatural words in the other party's words reminded him of something.

In the virtual kingdom of God, a standby assistant immediately entered the memory library and began to find a memory book and start reading it.

For ten days, every night Banyan Tree would wait for other people in Notre Dame to fall asleep and summon all the deputies to go to the library to scan books. During this time, all the books on the first three floors had been devoured and included in the memory library.

The book I found now is about cultivating pseudo-supernormal knowledge.

There are only a few people with extraordinary qualifications in the world, and there are ways to turn ordinary people without qualifications into extraordinary ones.

Sharing the source of power at the mentor level, contaminating extraordinary power through rituals to improve qualifications, and absorbing the spiritual crystals of professional level extraordinary people can all make ordinary people without qualifications become extraordinary.

However, these methods all cost a lot, have poor universality, and can only meet the needs of a small number of people.

If you want to spread the extraordinary on a large scale, let alone the big forces, even the Blood God and Si Chen will have to go bankrupt. In the final analysis, it is still a matter of resources.

However, there are also some quick ways to achieve evil in this world. Whether it is the various forces in the Sixth Era or the Holy Mother Society in the First Era, as well as the nobles of various countries, there are ways to make ordinary people become pseudo-supernatural.

There is this kind of knowledge in the library of Notre Dame. By taking drugs that overdraw life potential, an ordinary person's physical fitness can skyrocket.

This kind of pseudo-supernatural does not have all kinds of bloodline abilities, but only has a handful of strength, which is enough to be a big soldier.

The retinues of nobles and knights relied on this method to train, and Rongshu thought of the knight retinue he had seen before.

Overdrafting one's life to gain strength will shorten one's lifespan, and the maximum life span is forty-five. Moreover, after the age of forty, the body will rapidly age and look like it is about to be buried.

But this era has staged a black humor in front of Banyan Tree. The horrific side effects not only did not scare the common people, but instead all of them rushed to become pseudo-extraordinary followers of the noble lords.

The average life expectancy of the population in medieval times was no more than thirty-five years.

In this era where lower-class civilians can have grandchildren at the age of thirty, and forty is considered a long life, living beyond the age of forty is a matter of great joy.

Rongshu shook his head and stopped thinking about it. He threw these things aside and continued to pay attention to these children in training.

It was late autumn in mid-February, and a chill gradually spread in the air, but these children were sweating profusely.

Even Andrew, who was running in circles wearing a 30-kilogram weight vest, had a passionate youthful look on his face. Of course, you had to ignore his gritted teeth expression.

While the four people from the banyan tree were instructing the children on how to swing their swords, Vivian suddenly ran into the training ground in a rage.

"Mr. Carlin, there are too many black blood patients arriving today. Grandpa John asked two of you to go over and help!"

Banyan Tree was surprised. After staying here for ten days, he was no stranger to black blood.

I don’t know why, but ordinary people in this era will gradually accumulate pollution in their daily lives. Whenever the pollution in the body reaches a certain level, they must go to Notre Dame Cathedral for blood therapy.

It is said to be blood therapy, but it is actually bloodletting, which collects pollution in the blood and excretes it from the body. After draining the dirty blood, the person feels refreshed and can relax for a while.

Not to mention how scary it was when Carlin learned about this, but in this era, everyone has become accustomed to it and regards black blood as a common natural phenomenon.

Extraordinary people don't need blood therapy. They can solve this unknown daily pollution by themselves and will not suffer from black blood, but ordinary people can't.

If someone's internal pollution seriously exceeds the standard and there is no time for blood therapy, the final result will be, needless to say, aberrations.

So not only these civilians, but also the nobles are very interested in this.

In order to prevent the proliferation of evil things in their territory, they must spend a lot of manpower and material resources to arrange for regular blood therapy for these mud-legged people. Although this is simple, only extraordinary people can do it.

When the banyan tree heard Vivian say that there were a lot of people today, she called a deputy and rushed to the old Johanna with Wei Wei'an.

Soon, they arrived at the door of the dome lobby. They saw that the place was crowded with people queuing up at the door. The banyan tree was directly shocked by the scene in front of it.

These people's faces were green and black, and they were chanting "Our Lady of Grace, save us", as if they were about to die.

When they saw Vivian, they immediately moved out of the way, allowing the three of them to enter the dome lobby smoothly.

At this time, not only the rows of benches in the lobby were crowded with people, but also crowded lines were formed in the open space, with more than a thousand people at a glance.

If the dome lobby was not spacious enough, it would not be able to accommodate them.

However, the Blood Mother statue is still very intimidating, but no one dares to make noise at the Si Chen statue. Everyone waits in line quietly and shouts before getting up to receive blood treatment. At least the basic order can be guaranteed.

The banyan tree also saw that Baron Vincent was also present. At this time, the baron looked anxious, as if he was also caught off guard by the excessive number of people.

After receiving the notice from Old John, he also brought a dozen extraordinary people from the Lord's Mansion to help. This was all he had.

After all, it doesn't matter if a group of mud-legged people die, but if they collectively deform into evil things, then the fun in his territory will be great.

In addition to the extraordinary beings from the Baron Mansion, seven mercenaries also joined in the work.

Old John stood at the front desk, guiding seven patients standing around a silver vat to undergo blood therapy.

Spirituality surged, and the polluted spirituality in the seven people's bodies gradually converged towards the index finger, which slowly swelled and became extremely dark.

With a swipe, Old John swung the silver knife in his hand, and cut the index fingers of seven people with lightning speed.

Black blood spurted out from the wound and fell into the silver vat.

As the dark blood was expelled from the body, the blackness on their faces began to gradually fade away.

At this time, Old John also saw the three Banyan Trees who had just arrived, and quickly urged: "Hurry up and help!"

Immediately, Banyan Tree and Vivian also rolled up their sleeves and got to work.

Like Old John, the patient's contaminated spirituality was gathered into the index finger, and then the index finger was cut and bled.

When the patient's face recovers and the blood that flows out becomes bright red again, it means that the pollution has been discharged, and there is no other serious problem except that the patient's face is a little pale.

While the banyan tree was bleeding, he still had time to ask Old John: "What's going on? There are usually forty or fifty people at most every day, but why are there more than three hundred today?"

Old John said with a dark face: "I don't know anywhere! Could it be that these guys delayed it until today?"

While speaking, he looked at Baron Vincent with an incomprehensible look, which immediately made him cry out for injustice.

"How is it possible? How dare I delay this kind of thing? You must know that the final loss is my own property!"

Legally speaking, almost everything in the territory is the property of the lord. Even going hunting, fishing and picking wild fruits or herbs in the wild is an act of robbing the lord's property.

If a large-scale distortion really occurred among the civilians under his rule, most of the damage caused would really be Vincent's property.