Chapter 662: War of Faith (6)

Unfortunately, the mayor was still a step too late.

Even when they wanted to deal with Bernard separately, the person who informed on him spread the news throughout the town.

When Bai Jinshu followed the group of white-robed men leaving the empty warehouse, he happened to run into the informer. The man was squatting at the intersection where they were stopped just now. When he saw the leading figure coming out, he stood up with a flattering look on his face.

"I guess you are the distinguished sir from the temple." He glanced at Bernard who was being held up by them, with a hint of pride in his eyes. "This is the pagan I was talking about! I said they must be here!"

It seems that this group of people were able to find this place because of his tip-off.

"Well," the attendant behind the leading noble nodded noble, "We have found the person. The subsequent treatment has nothing to do with you. You can leave now."

"Sir, do you have..." The informer wanted to say something anxiously, but just as he took a step forward excitedly, he saw the noble who was standing there just now took a step back with disgust.

Sensing the noble's reluctance to approach, the informer stopped moving forward and instead stood where he was and asked tentatively, "Sir, did you see the mayor in there?"

"Yes, but what does it have to do with you..." The servant behind the noble said as if he couldn't stand it anymore, "We are going to deal with the pagans next. Those who are not involved should get out of the way."

It's not his fault that he's impolite.

"Although it is said that one cannot judge a person by his appearance," looking at the informer, Bai Jinshu could not help but move closer to whisper to Huai Jiamu, "but there is also a saying that appearance is determined by the heart."

The person in front of me seems to be the best example of the saying that appearance is determined by the heart.

Even Bai Jinshu, who has seen countless people in the entertainment industry, has to admit that if it was this person, lying on the cold operating table a few times might not be of much use.

Ugly people can only be described as ordinary, but extremely ugly people can be called unique. At this time, any descriptive language will seem like a curse. The most decent description is that this is an exceptionally unique young man.

The face is rugged, and each of the facial features looks unrelated to each other, creating an atmosphere of independence. The eyes are pressed down by the eyelids so that the whites and eyelashes are not visible at all, and the only way to ensure a wide field of vision is to raise the head, which makes the lips look thick and the teeth protrude.

This alone was cruel enough, but what was even more shocking was that he had a lame leg, which caused his body to fall forward uncontrollably when he walked. In short...

Bai Jinshu could understand very well why this noble lord, who was so arrogant just a few minutes ago, took a step back without caring about his own interests when he saw the informer. After all, the moment he saw the informer, he also pulled Huai Jiamu back several steps.

Being able to grow up like this is a kind of genetic lottery in another sense.

This face was so shocking that Bai Jinshu was unable to focus on their conversation. Instead, he was in a daze for a long time, staring at Huai Jiamu's face for a long time.

After the group of nobles in front left, he came back to his senses and looked at Huai Jiamu: "What did they say just now?"

"Nothing, it's just that the informer has been trying to find out if they have any plans to deal with the mayor," Huai Jiamu said briefly, "and then promoted himself..."

"Promote himself?" Bai Jinshu's expression was a little shocked.

"Promoting his own elders." Huai Jiamu finished his words.

"I see..." Bai Jinshu touched his chin to cover up the embarrassment of being too shocked and interrupting him. "He can recommend his elder so confidently, which means his elder should also be capable of being the mayor?"

Northrend is a very small town with a poor economic situation. The mayor of the town should not have much real power. According to the false god's experience, the mayor of such a village or town is generally not appointed by the government, but elected by the people, and is usually an older and more prestigious elder in the town.

This kind of elected mayor basically does not have a prescribed term of office like officially appointed officials. Generally speaking, the next mayor will take over only when the previous mayor dies or becomes seriously ill.

It seems that the purpose of this informer is to bring down the current mayor and make his own elder the new mayor.

So when Bernard showed his goodwill and suggested that he go to the Goddess of Light to treat his legs, he quickly thought of his relationship with the current mayor and reported him to the mayor first.

As an elder who had watched Bernard grow up, the mayor would definitely not let the temple take him away, so he would most likely want to deal with the matter privately. Then, as long as he reported the matter to the people from the temple at this time, the mayor would definitely be dismissed by the people who came to take Bernard away...

His plan was only half successful.

The nobles from the temple did take Bernard away, but they had no interest in interfering with the mayor of Northrend.

They seemed more excited to find a pagan than to meddle in the selection of mayor of a marginal area.

Within an hour, the news that a pagan had appeared at the festival spread throughout the town. Most people were curious about the news, but some of Bernard's acquaintances had already realized who the pagan was and only dared to show a hint of worry in secluded places.

In fact, few people, except Bernard, thought that the Kingdom of God the Father would be a temple in the square.

"I think this guy is going to be thrown into the sea." Standing in the middle of a group of believers, Bai Jinshu shook his head.

In just one hour, the pagan was dressed in a white robe, a church crown on his head, and was knocked unconscious and tied up and placed on a flat boat, as if he would be thrown into the water at any moment.

"In our place, this kind of ceremony is generally not used to deal with pagans," he watched for a long time and couldn't help but comment, "In our place, this kind of ceremony is generally called Heba's Wedding."

"No." Huai Jiamu shook his head.

"Not what?" Bai Jinshu was confused.

"It's not a wedding," Huai Jiamu looked seriously at Bernard who was placed in the boat. "If you want to offer a mortal to a god, at least he has to be a believer, and you also need to offer a certain amount of other tributes."

Bai Jinshu: ...

"This is a joke, you know what I mean," he said speechlessly, raising one arm and half hanging on Huai Jiamu, "I just feel that this scene is like Habaek getting married, and I don't really feel that Bernard is going to become the wife of the God of the Sea..."

Although the boy was actually quite handsome, he believed that Poseidon wanted the pagans to convert to his faith more than he wanted him to be his wife.

While the two were joking around, the boat with Bernard on it was quickly carried out. The crowd in the town outside, who had not yet had time to change out of their white robes for the festival, gathered together again and looked down from above, as if the festival from a few hours ago had not yet ended.

But the atmosphere was completely different.

If the faces of the crowd who saw the arrival of the gods a few hours ago were full of excitement, then the expressions on the faces of these people now, in addition to fear, also flashed a trace of worry and fear from time to time.

This worry and fear is not directed at the God of Tide and Ocean. To be more precise, it is actually a fear of the people in the marginal towns towards the nobles and rulers who came from the big cities.

These big shots hold the power to control their lives with a wave of their hands. This time, Bernard was chosen, and next time it might be them. In order to ensure that they are not the one chosen, they can only pretend to be devout believers as much as possible and distance themselves from the pagans who have been tied up on the boat.

The God of the Sea and the nobles of this country have indeed established a certain cooperative relationship. The nobles have helped him consolidate their faith, and he should have promised to give the nobles corresponding chips.

The reason why it was a cooperative relationship of mutual transactions rather than a top-down order was obvious. Bai Jinshu had just noticed that there was no sign of God's gift on these nobles.

It's really a good combination of two things... We had just experienced the ceremony of the sea god in the morning, and in the afternoon a pagan came to scare everyone. After this, it was difficult for the people of Hydrania to not believe in the sea god.

In order to accomplish this act of warning, Bai Jinshu suspected that even if there was no "real pagan" like Bernard, these nobles would definitely find a "pagan" to come out.

Compared to the morning ceremony, this ceremony against pagans did not seem worthy of the Crown Prince's participation. When everything was ready, there was only the nobleman and his attendants behind him on the beach.

In full view of everyone, Bernard was placed in a small boat and dropped to the seaside, where he was swept away by the waves.

The leading noble looked around at the expressions of the townspeople, focusing on the grief-stricken faces of Bernard's parents for a few seconds. When he saw their eyes meet his and they hurriedly concealed their grief and showed pious expressions, he withdrew his gaze with satisfaction.

"The ruler of flowing waters, the father of all things in abundance."

He began to say his prayers.

"May you open the door to the kingdom of God and allow the souls trapped in the quagmire to be bathed in silver flames—"

A wave swept away the boat Leonard was on. The boat shook violently in the waves, waking up the unlucky young man who was knocked unconscious.

"If the lost one returns by your grace, he will hear the holy words engraved on the waves between the tides."

What's going on?

Bernard began to struggle violently, trying to sit up, but he didn't know who had tied his limbs together. He struggled for a long time, but to no avail except making his wrists more painful.

Calm down, calm down, Bernard tried to calm himself down and began to observe the situation around him.

He now seemed to have all his limbs restrained, and his whole body was lying in a very small container, with only a bare blue sky in his field of vision.

Wait, blue sky?

He felt the cold touch beneath his body and listened carefully to the sound in his ear.

It seemed like he was tied up and thrown into the sea?

"He used the moon as a laurel wreath and a boat, and foam as a holy robe and a sail. If his shadow is willing to turn into water waves, he can return with the nectar of the ice sea."

Who is speaking?

Bernard struggled hard to look back, but he could only see a few white flowers placed beside his pillow.

Did the people in the temple want to kill him? Just because he mentioned the Goddess of Glory?

A wave came.

He was soaked to the bone.