Working Prophet

Seeing that the prisoner who had just been hanged opened his eyes from the stone platform, the crowd burst into commotion.

Especially those who had just joined the sect and still had doubts about Li Yu and Shuangxiu Cult. After witnessing this incredible scene, they were all impressed by this miracle and no longer had any doubts in their hearts.

Only endless piety and awe remain.

After all, this prophet of Merlin can bring back dead people, so removing the curse on them must be easy.

Even some farmers who were watching the excitement nearby were shocked. Some people went home and tidied up in a hurry, and actually joined the team, hoping to follow Li Yu.

There are also some people who were cured not long ago, who originally planned to leave, but then changed their minds and stayed again...

As soon as Ge Lipeng woke up, he was startled by a sound like a roaring mountain and a tsunami in his ears.

Those voices came from all directions and finally converged into one name - Merlin! Merlin!

"How do you feel?" Li Yu asked.

"What?"

Li Yu raised his voice and repeated the question.

"My body is a bit strange, especially my hands and feet that feel like they are not mine." Ge Lipeng replied subconsciously.

After saying that, he turned to look at Li Yu, "It's you! So I really reincarnated into a different world?!"

"Well, because it's soul wear, it's normal to feel uncomfortable at first, but you'll get used to your new body gradually."

"Then the original owner of this body..."

"He was executed," Li Yu said, "a murderer."

Ge Lipeng nodded and seemed to have accepted his current situation. His reaction was much calmer than Li Yu expected.

"Don't you have any doubts about why you came here?"

Ge Lipeng was taken aback, "Didn't we sign a contract, I came here to work for you."

"What I provide you is just a job. It's up to you to decide how you plan to spend your life. As long as you abide by the basic rules and regulations, you will be completely free after work." Li Yu said.

"I remember you saying that here I can do what I like."

"That's right, the few skills you have mastered are exactly what we need, and that's why I signed you."

Ge Lipeng sighed, "I didn't expect that one day I could turn my hobby into a means of earning a living. When will we start?"

"Don't worry. You write a list first and tell me the tools and equipment you need. I'll have someone match them here for you. If you don't have everything, I'll bring it over from another dimension."

Li Yu then took out another booklet and handed it to Ge Lipeng, "During this period, you can get familiar with your new body, and then read this "Traveler's Guide", which should be able to answer many of your questions.

“Originally, according to the usual procedures, language training should be conducted before work, but now that we are outside, this link can only be made up for after returning to the green field.

"It's just that it will be difficult for you to communicate with people until the next time traveler arrives."

"It doesn't matter," Ge Lipeng said. "Most of the time in my previous life, whether I was delivering food or doing handicrafts, I was alone. I quite like being alone."

"That's good. I want you to build something for me. Let's talk about it when the tool arrives. You can complete the purification ceremony with me first."

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The sensation caused by Ge Lipeng's arrival is still going on.

After that, for several days, people nearby were talking about what happened that day with great interest, and the rumors became more and more evil.

The passing bards contributed a lot, most of them did not witness the miracle with their own eyes.

But this does not prevent them from carrying out secondary processing after hearsay, and filling in a lot of details.

For example, Ge Lipeng fell from the sky and was shrouded in colorful lights, or the God of Saturday ordered all flowers to bloom to welcome the arrival of his followers.

What is even more outrageous is that Ge Lipeng lost his head at the time, but a new head grew out of his neck, and there were four eyes on that head.

Anyway, it’s getting more and more exaggerated.

Kieran, who claims to have a golden voice, is one of them. He also compiled the song "The Murderer Who Resurrected from the Dead", and there is also a story about Ge Lipeng looking for his job.

However, his imagination is still not as rich as those of his colleagues. "The Murderer Who Resurrected from the Dead" only became popular for less than three days before it was replaced by another song "Head!" head! head! 》It’s exceeded.

That song is also very simple. It talks about how after Ge Lipeng was beheaded, his head sang in the air, repenting and praising what happened on Saturday.

Strictly speaking, this idea is a bit plagiarized from "The Resurrection of a Murderer", but it is always difficult to define plagiarism and reference in artistic matters.

Besides, there is no copyright these days, so even if the other party admits that it is plagiarism, there is nothing Kieran can do.

That day, he finished singing "The Resurrected Murderer" in the tavern and put away the lyre in his hand. When he looked down, he only found three sparse silver coins at his feet.

Kieran bent down, picked them up one by one, blew the dust off, and put them into the withered money bag.

When he looked up again, he saw Mrs. McGlynn.

She is the widow of a knight, a human, who just celebrated her fifty-ninth birthday last month. She weighs about two hundred pounds and wears thick makeup, but unfortunately it still cannot hide the wrinkles on her face.

McGlynn waited for Kieran to finish singing and clapped vigorously, with an intoxicated look on his face.

"What a beautiful song!" said the knight. "You sing so well, my little bird. You should come to my home and continue to show your singing voice. I promise to pay you a reward that satisfies you."

"Well, thank you for your kindness, but I'm a little tired today and I'm out of shape." Kieran said as he picked up the remaining half glass of ale on the table, took a sip and moistened his throat.

"I really want to be a guest at your home and sing all my favorite songs to you, Mrs. McGlynn, but I can't do it today. Just wait for two days. I will definitely come to you in two days."

As a bard, Kiran has abundant means of livelihood and a flexible moral bottom line.

Sometimes he doesn't mind using his handsome face to comfort the dry minds and bodies of those ladies and ladies.

Communicate more deeply with them in exchange for some necessary artistic funding.

But for someone like Mrs. McGlynn, if she wasn't too hungry and couldn't stand it anymore, Kieran still hoped that the friendship between the two parties could be more pure and not so vulgar.

He dismissed the affectionate knight's wife with a few words, walked out of the tavern, and saw a fool squatting in a barrel in the open space.

The barrel was still wrapped in black cloth, leaving only a head singing loudly on top.