Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

Benjamin has been staying in a hotel in the lower city these days, anxiously waiting for the reply from the big man in the church.

The towering royal city wall divides Jinhui City into two urban areas. Due to the outbreak of the epidemic, strict entry and exit control is implemented. Both nobles and merchants need to pass the strict inspection of the church judges army before they can move to the upper city area to temporarily avoid the plague. , Once there are signs of coughing up blood and bloating, it will be prohibited from entering, and no one can pass through the back door.

But even so, it still cannot stop the spread of the epidemic. Yesterday, he had already found rumors that rural nobles and civilians and wealthy businessmen who had recently moved in in the Shangcheng District were infected. Fortunately, the church urgently sent a batch of divine pharmacists from Gores. This greatly delayed the onset and contagion of the epidemic, otherwise even His Majesty himself would have to temporarily evacuate the king and take refuge.

More and more people are gathering outside Jinhui City, and the gates of all major cities have been completely closed and outsiders are prohibited from entering the city at will. However, since the people learned that the church has sent the gods of grace, desperate civilians after being infected every day have hit the gate after being infected. , there were also many believers gathered in the city, surrounding the glorious church in the lower city, hoping to seek the potion given by the gods to save their lives and their families.

A large number of corpses that died due to the plague were piled up and burned in a concentrated manner. Even in the upper city, you could faintly smell the rich burning odor emitted by the corpse after it was burned.

In the evening, the hotel door was finally knocked gently.

The Rat King looked a little embarrassed. After all, he did not enter the Shangcheng area to take refuge through the formal review process, but sneaked into Shangcheng from some underground pipelines in the city that only underground gang members knew.

"What should I do now? Those evil wizards deserve to die. If you create these terrifying plagues, my subordinates are unfortunately infected..."

Benjamin's eyes shrank and immediately pressed against the door of the room to try to keep him out.

"Wait! Wait... I'm not infected! Can't you see that?" The Rat King pinched the door frame anxiously, forced himself into the gap, and took a breath and said, "I'm here to ask you, those children." What should I do now? I have gotten all the people for you, and now I’m smashing them all in my hand. When will I deliver them to that big man?”

Benjamin rolled his eyes and sat on the chair with a weak voice: "I still want to make a fortune? Now that the plague is rampant, who dares to accept the living person sent from the lower city? That adult has not been in contact for several days. Me... Saving your life is important now. Find a way to get a divine medicine from the church. Otherwise, if you really get sick, you will only take a few days to lose your life..."

Nympho

In the prayer room of the Radiant Church, Priest Malfoy was smiling and looking down at a wealthy businessman lying at his feet.

The other party had a slightly obese and bloated figure. At this moment, he was extremely proud and curled up on the ground, trembling slightly.

His only son returned to the city from a villa in the countryside a few days ago. He was found infected with an epidemic that night, and terrifying dark green mold spots began to appear on his skin. In just two days, his stomach was swollen as if it was about to Women in the basin field will vomit fishy, ​​smelly black semi-coagulated blood clots every few hours. If they continue like this, they may not even be able to hold on tonight.

"Why didn't you come in person last month's glorious mass? Did you shake my Lord's faith?" asked Master Malfoy in a warm voice.

"Sir... Sir! I have never wavered my faith in my Lord. Please save my child, I am the only son! Please..."

"Tsk... the potion sent from Gores is for use by His Majesty the Grand Duke and the nobles of the royal court. It is too rare. I can't give it to you at will..." Malfoy explained slowly, "Another Wait, new potions will be delivered in a while, I will pay attention to you..."

The rich businessman raised his head, tears streaming on his fat face, and he reached out to pull the hem of the priest's robe and begged hard.

"Mr. Malfoy! My child may not be able to survive tonight! Please make peace and give me a potion! I...I am willing to donate half of my property to the church to prove it. My devotion and dedication to the Lord!”

The priest turned his head slightly, waved to let a assistant priest come forward, took out a potion contained in a glass bottle from the box he was holding, and helped the rich businessman up and handed it to him.

"Forget it... This was originally a potion used by the pastors themselves. Use it to save your child's life... Don't forget the promise you made to my Lord."

The rich businessman widened his eyes, swallowed in disbelief, and held the medicine bottle in his hand tremblingly, kissed the back of the priest's hand excitedly, "The glory is above! Lord Priest, I will devote my whole life to my Lord, Live up to the grace of our Lord!”

Malfoy smiled and asked the priest to send him away, then whispered to Suji: "Let the next person who comes to ask for medicine come in..."

Four or five wealthy businessmen and little nobles in the city who came to seek medicine were received in a row. With the bell ringing at dusk at the church bell tower, Malfoy announced that today's reception would come to an end.

Although he often interacts with these people on weekdays, he does not feel irritable or tired at all. Instead, he feels a little satisfied and happy. These fencemen who like to wander between the caster and the church in the past are now praying to themselves so humbly Pleasant made Malfoy feel a strange feeling of holding the power of life and death in his hands.

After having the medicine that can control the plague, it is easy to control the life and death of this group of people, and it is also possible to completely pull the nobles and the Grand Duke in Jinhui City to the side of the church, so that they finally decided to take action against the group of blasphemous spellcasters.

According to the previous instructions of the church leaders, after secretly spreading the plague to cause panic among the people and nobles, they used the divine grace potion to win over the nobles and rulers in the city and change their previous wavering positions. After completely clearing out the Federation forces in Jinhui City, they will start to distribute potions in large quantities to treat civilians.

No mistakes in one song, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!

After all, at the beginning, they still needed this group of ignorant believers and people as a cover and pretext, and by inciting their hatred and fear of the spellcasters, they forced the members of the Federation in the city to fight back in self-defense, which gave them an excuse to take action against them openly.

In this way, even if the Federation headquarters in Alayye wants to negotiate with them after the matter is settled, it will be completely unreasonable and can only silently take the blame. The reputation and public opinion in the southern countries will be seriously damaged.

This is simply a brilliant strategy that kills three birds with one stone. Not only can it gain the support of the nobles and rulers, but it can also expel and clear the power of the Federation. At the same time, it can use the opportunity of treating the infected people to convert more believers for the church.

After this matter is completely settled, his accumulated achievements may be enough for him to go further. He no longer needs to shrink to the small position of the chief priest in Saint Valen, but can return to Goris to take the position of cardinal.