Lord of Industrialization

Not long after the rain stopped, the convoy continued to set off, and its destination was a small town more than 20 kilometers ahead, where they spent the night.

This town is not small, with good stones produced around it, and the carving industry is quite developed. Almost everyone in the town lives around this industry.

The weather was sunny on the way. As soon as they arrived at their destination, a group of people including Fontana, the nun and others rushed towards the church. They all knelt in front of the altar and prayed, leaving the local bishop confused.

The bishop went over to ask and was shocked after hearing this: "Is it really a miracle?"

Although there are precedents for magicians to forge miracles, it is not something that magic can explain to stop the storm in the mountains and let the sun shine in an instant.

At this time, a middle-aged man next to him who had been praying muttered: "He must be a liar. I don't believe he can cure my headache."

The nun was like a tiger whose tail had been stepped on. Regardless of her burly figure and fierce face, she immediately reprimanded loudly: "Shut up, you despicable person!"

"How can an ignorant person like you question the miracles!"

The middle-aged man also suddenly became angry. He stood up from the mat and said coldly: "Huh, I'm going to find him. If he can't cure my headache, he's a liar!"

The nun said confidently: "Then you go!"

Fontana knew the bishop here and asked, "Who is he?"

The bishop replied: "He is Mario, a disciple of Donatello, the royal sculptor of the Kingdom of Sardinia, invited by the Baron."

Frederick didn't know what happened in the church, so he put his luggage in the hotel rented by Fontana and came down to go shopping.

There were many stone carvings for sale and he even saw a statue of himself.

This statue of Frederick is carved from fine white stone, half a meter high, with a name engraved on the base, an olive crown on his head, and an ancient-style scholar's robe. From the hem of the robe, you can see that he is walking forward, holding a hand in his right hand. He was writing a book, and his left hand holding the torch was slightly forward, as if lighting the road ahead.

The person involved believed that if there was no shadow of Psyche behind the statue, he would eat fried potato shreds with shredded ginger every day.

The owner of the carving shop looked at the sculptures he was selling for a while and then at the customer, and began to sweat slightly on his forehead.

Frederick couldn't help but admire the skill of the carver. The face of the statue was nine-tenths like his own.

Just when he was about to ask about the price, a tall and burly middle-aged man came to the store to inquire.

Frederick was wearing a brown blacksmith's uniform today and was easy to recognize.

Mario stood in front of Frederick with a dark face and asked sternly: "Are you the one who is deceiving people with fake miracles?"

Frederick frowned and looked at the person carefully. Judging from his figure, he had been doing manual labor all year round and had no worries about food and clothing. However, his face was very haggard, his eyes were bloodshot, his breathing was disordered, and his whole person was in a strange state of excitement.

Seeing that Frederick didn't reply, he thought he was timid, so he roared angrily: "You are a despicable liar, a shameless person who can only rely on conspiracy to make a living..."

Frederick's brows were so furrowed that he could kill a cockroach. Just because he was easy to talk didn't mean he would scold him casually, especially such inexplicable scolding.

"Snapped!"

Frederick stretched out his hand and slapped him. Mario, who weighed over 100 kilograms, spun twice in the air and flew outside the store.

He didn't want to beat the person to death in the store to avoid getting the boss into trouble, so he held back.

The boss just came out from behind the counter and nervously pulled on his sleeve and said: "Sir... Sir, Master Mario has a severe headache these days and can't sleep. I think he is crazy. Don't beat him to death."

The one who was beaten was the sculptor hired by the lord, and the one who beat was the famous Archduke Wesson. If one was beaten to death, the lord would cause trouble for him, and the other nobleman was insulted by the common people and killed him on the spot. It was only natural that he would not vent his anger. What should I do if I take it out on myself? The boss can't offend both sides, he just wants to avoid beating anyone to death.

Frederick did not embarrass the boss, nodded and walked out of the store.

Mario almost hit someone after being knocked out. He lay on the ground for a while before he came to his senses and spat out a mouthful of blood and a rotten tooth.

Frederick stood beside him with his hands folded, ready to ask him what he meant.

The surrounding area was immediately filled with onlookers. Several guys who looked like soldiers saw that the master invited by the lord was beaten and wanted to arrest Frederick.

Fortunately, the boss noticed it in time, carried a statue over, pointed to the statue's face in front of the soldiers, and motioned for them to look at Frederick.

Now the soldiers' calves began to tremble.

Mario seemed to have come to his senses and patted his head. The pain in his head that had been hurting for several days actually stopped.

Many of the onlookers recognized Mario. This master sculptor had a bad temper. He had scolded countless sculptors in the six months since he came to town, and even got into a few fights and won them all.

Now that Mario has been beaten, everyone wants to see how he can fight back.

However, what happened next moment was beyond everyone's expectation, including Frederick.

Mario stood up straight, straightened his clothes, dusted himself off, and just when everyone thought he was about to make a scene, he suddenly knelt down in front of Frederick.

Frederick was startled and thought he was going to use ground skills to attack him. Unexpectedly, he quickly grabbed his feet and kissed the muddy boots.

The sudden operation gave Frederick goosebumps. This kind of complete surrender had only been seen in books.

Except in the bedroom and bathroom, of course.

Mario said very sincerely: "Please forgive me for my ignorance and ignorance. The devil's whisper has blinded my mind."

"I deeply thank you for curing my headache. I sincerely apologize to you again. Thank you for your generosity and for curing my headache with a miracle..."

Frederick's face was expressionless. He didn't understand what was going on for a while after hearing his somewhat incoherent words. It seemed to be related to miracles, but he just slapped one of his teeth.

The onlookers knew a little about the cause. Mario was a big shot in the town's stonemasonry. His story spread among the stonemasons, which meant that everyone in the town knew about it.

Some days ago, Mario had a severe headache for some reason. He drank a lot of medicine and the bishop treated him, but he still couldn't sleep because of the pain, and his temper became worse and worse.

Now it seems that this outsider cured Mario in an instant, and it seems to be related to miracles.

Frederick just wanted to leave now, thinking that this man was crazy, and said, "Go rinse your mouth with alcohol five times, and then do what you should do."

Mario was more obedient than the children at the parent-teacher meeting that night, and left immediately.

Frederick looked at the blood he had just spit out and the rotten tooth on the ground, and remembered that the man had a headache just now. He thought that this person might have a headache because of tooth decay, and the pain would go away after the rotten tooth was slapped out.

At night, Frederick was eating dark red carrots and chicken stew in a tavern, and the discussions of the surrounding drinkers reached his ears.

"Have you heard that Grand Commander Wesson came to our town? In the evening, he gently touched Mario's face, and Mario's headache was cured immediately."

"Hiss... This is a miracle!"

"Grand Commander Wesson's miracles are more than that. You haven't heard that the nun in their caravan broke the commandments today, and the God of Light wanted to rain so much that it could flood the top of the mountain. Guess how the rain stopped?"

"Everyone knows that it was the God of Light who descended on Grand Commander Wesson and reprimanded the nun. After the nun admitted her mistake, the sky cleared up immediately."

"You don't know yet, there were several people in the caravan eavesdropping outside the carriage with bad intentions, and the worst person was punished by God and bit off his own tongue!"

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Frederick was very upset when he heard this. He did have the title of the leader of the Paladin Order, and he finally understood what was going on.

During the day, he knew that someone was eavesdropping outside the carriage, but he didn't care because he didn't want to be accused of the Circle Cross Sister.

It is one thing to be passionate with a noble lady, but it is another thing to have an improper relationship with a clergyman like a nun. If it is not on the scale, it is not even one or two pounds, but if it is on the scale, it will be more than ten thousand pounds.

Moreover, he is not familiar with the nun, and the first impression is not good. He still doesn't know her name, let alone do those things.

Now, God knows how those people made it up into a miracle.

The locals believed in these two miracles because the former was testified by the nun and a group of businessmen, and the latter was promoted by the familiar Mario himself.

Frederick had a headache and thought that he could only hope that time would dilute this matter, or someone would find the doubts and eliminate the misunderstanding.