"It's so horribly poisonous! Even large livestock like cows and horses couldn't escape the poison..."
Looking at the people and animals lying all over the castle, the wild elf couldn't help but shiver.
Although as a druid, she is a pretty good poison user in her own right.
But it is unheard of that a toxin has such a slow onset of action but such a severe effect when it strikes.
Because the more potent the toxin, the faster it takes effect. This is basic common sense.
Neurotoxins, in particular, often quickly cause irreversible effects on the body once they enter the blood.
But the bottle of poison made by Zuo Si broke "common sense".
Two hours have passed since the poisoning.
However, it only took fifteen minutes from the time the first person was poisoned to the time everyone fell to the ground and fell asleep.
That is to say, the toxin has a latent time of up to one and a half hours.
The wild elf druids had no idea how these poisons worked in the body.
It was precisely because of the sudden collective poisoning in a short period of time that everyone in the castle, from the owner to the servants and guards, did not even have time to react.
Moreover, due to years of pampered life, Farthington Ronor's physical fitness had deteriorated severely, and he fell into a coma early on.
His butler was loyal and wanted to get the antidote to feed him.
But he fell down halfway through the run.
As for the others, they had no idea where the antidotes and other magic potions were stored, so they could only stand there helplessly.
Another guy tried to ride a horse to seek help from other nearby manors, but halfway through his run, he was killed directly in the woods outside the castle by his animal companion, a three-meter-tall brown bear summoned by the wild elves.
In order to seek revenge and rescue their fellow tribe members, the Wild Elf Druids made thorough preparations.
She even planned to launch a direct attack if someone drank the antidote and remained awake.
But unfortunately, none of these preparations came in handy, and all the enemies were dealt with by just a bottle of poison.
However, the Wild Elf Druid did not rush to the second floor of the castle to look for his enemy, Farthington Ronor. Instead, he first searched a guard for the dungeon key and then quickly went into the dim basement.
With the faint light from the torches on the wall, she soon saw her companions imprisoned in the cells, who looked hungry, weak, and a little dirty.
"Philosil?! You...how did you get here? No, that's not right. How did you get in?"
A man who looked quite old suddenly stood up from the ground, his face full of disbelief.
Because in his opinion, this "little guy" who had just become a druid not long ago, simply could not have enough power to fight against Amn nobles like Farthington Ronor who were in collision with government bureaucrats.
What's more, after being taken away last time, he thought the other party was sold to a slave trader.
"I'm here to save you! Look! I got the key!"
The wild elf druid named Philosir quickly raised the cell key in his hand, his whole body filled with excitement and joy.
Because she found that none of her people were missing, all of them were locked up in cells, and were not separated or sold like other human slaves.
"What? Damn it! What are you waiting for? Open the door now!"
The older male elf was overjoyed, and immediately grabbed the iron fence tightly and urged loudly.
Not only him, but all the captives and prisoners in the cell began to shout loudly like crazy, and stretched their arms out desperately, trying to grab the iron key that looked immortal and inconspicuous.
But unfortunately, their arms were too short and it was impossible for them to reach each other.
Moreover, the roar of the huge brown bear also calmed the prisoners and captives down a lot.
Without saying a word, Philosier walked directly to the door and unlocked it with slightly trembling hands.
The moment the iron bars were pushed open, all the wild elves in the cell immediately surrounded her and gave her a grateful hug.
After a few seconds, when everyone's excitement had finally calmed down, the older man asked, "How did you get in? Where are the guards in the castle? Didn't they notice you?"
"I poisoned them all and knocked them all down." Philosier hurriedly told the truth.
"all?!"
The older man opened his mouth in disbelief.
After all, poisoning a castle with strong heat protection is not an easy task.
If the time is not calculated carefully, resulting in some people being poisoned while others are not, the entire plan will fail.
Firoxil nodded slightly. "Yes! I got a very strong toxin from a wizard. Not only does it have a long latent time, but it also takes effect very quickly. The opponent has no time to react at all."
"Wait! What's going on with this wizard? What happened after you were taken away by Farsington Ronor last time?" another female elf also asked.
Seeing that the tribesmen were so curious, the Wild Elf Druid had no choice but to tell them everything about his previous experience.
Even the agreement reached with Zuo Si was no exception.
After listening to this, the man who should be the leader of the tribe took a deep breath and said, "So, you gained your freedom with the help of that wizard, and then made a deal with him, and finally came to rescue us with poison?"
"Well! Don't worry, elder. Soth doesn't seem to be a bad person. His job is just to teach a group of children infected with lycanthropy to learn the ways of nature. And... he also treated me to a hero's banquet."
When he thought of the table full of delicious food and drinks that he had never seen or tasted before, Philosier couldn't help but drool.
no way.
Who makes the wild elves the barbarians among the elves?
It was good enough for them to fill their stomachs after living in the open all day long.
As for the taste... let's not talk about it.
After all, you can't expect a primitive tribe that has difficulty even obtaining salt to make any delicious food.
Most of the time it's just a stew or simply grilled over a fire.
Seeing the heartless look of the girl who was completely bribed by the food, the male elf called the elder couldn't help but smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Forget it. It's useless to tell you this. I'd better go and talk to the wizard myself after I get out of this situation."
"By the way, Elder. What should we do with the other people in the cells? Release them?" asked Philosir in an uncertain tone.
"Let's release the people in the cells on the right. They are innocent people like us, captured by that bastard Farthington Roanol and intended to be sold as slaves. But those on the left are all criminals, murderers and hooligans. Let them die of starvation and thirst here."
The elder made the arrangements straightforwardly.
Having been imprisoned here for a long time, he knew which people were innocent and which ones deserved their punishment.
After the cells were opened, dozens of innocent people thanked the wild elves and quickly fled from the dark dungeon. They ignored the guards who were sleeping on the ground and rushed out of the castle and disappeared at the end of the road.
These people were obviously extremely frightened, fearing that they would be caught again if they stayed any longer.
As for the criminals who were not released, they all started to curse, using all kinds of insulting words to greet the elves' ancestors and all the female members of their families.
The purpose of doing this is very simple, which is to provoke the elf to open the cage and teach itself a lesson.
In this way, they would have the opportunity to use their numerical advantage to fight their way out and escape.
It's a pity that although the wild elves are barbarians among the elves, they are not idiots. They didn't take these insignificant insults seriously at all and just walked away in front of the former.
When they returned to the ground, the elves who had regained their freedom immediately looted a lot of weapons from the guards who had fallen to the ground, and began to seek revenge.
Anyone who had abused himself during captivity or violated female members of the tribe was slaughtered without mercy.
More than two-thirds of the guards were either pierced through the heart by sharp swords or had their heads chopped off within the next two minutes.
As a family secretly engaged in capturing and selling slaves, smuggling contraband and addictive drugs, there is basically nothing good about Ronor from top to bottom.
The fact that the remaining one third were not killed does not mean that they were clean.
It was just that he was not seen by the wild elves when he was doing evil, so he escaped luckily for the time being.
In this way, they cleared the castle's corridors room by room, and soon found their enemy on the second floor - Farthington Ronor, and the liar who had fooled them by pretending to be injured.
"Elder! What should we do with these two culprits?" asked a young man, tightly clutching his weapon stained with brains and blood.
It was not difficult to tell from his hateful eyes that he wished he could cut these two bastards into pieces right now.
"Feirosil, can you wake them up?" the elder turned and asked the wild elf druid.
The latter shook his head slightly and said, "Sorry, I didn't remember any magic spells that can detoxify today. But you can look in the rooms next to it, maybe there will be magic potions like antidotes."
"You, and you, go find them immediately. I will never allow these two enemies to die without knowing the reason and without even feeling pain." The elder roared with gritted teeth.
Driven by strong anger, the wild elves ignored their hunger, weakness and fatigue, and quickly dispersed to the second floor of the castle to rummage through the drawers.
About a few minutes later, a child who looked only eleven or twelve years old found a dozen colorful bottles emitting magical halos from a cabinet.
After a simple identification by the druid, he quickly selected two bottles of antidote and gave them to Farthington Ronor and the other swindler.
The effect is immediate!
Because they had only been in a coma for a short time, neither of them suffered serious brain damage.
After a while, he slowly opened his eyes and woke up.
When they saw the wild elves surrounding them with bloody weapons in their hands, they were instantly scared out of their wits.
Farthington Ronor, in particular, let out a shrill scream like a woman and tried to call the guards at the top of his voice.
But unfortunately, no matter how he shouted, there was no movement outside.
The entire castle was as quiet as a cemetery.
"Stop shouting! Scum! Today is the day you die! No one can save you!"
The elder grabbed Farthington Ronor by the hair and lifted him up from the ground.
Despite being imprisoned for such a long time and often being beaten and starved, as a powerful barbarian warrior, he could still easily crush the pampered Farthington Ronor.
After realizing that the guards and servants in his family's castle had probably been wiped out, the latter immediately put on a pitiful look and begged, "Don't... don't kill me! I was also deceived! It's all his fault! He bewitched me and made me do this."
Farthington Ronor decisively used the method of shifting the blame and pushed all the responsibility to his subordinates.
At the same time, he was desperately winking, indicating that as long as the other party was willing to take the blame, he would definitely give financial compensation to his family.
But unfortunately, all those who are capable of capturing slaves are selfish without exception.
How could I willingly become someone else's scapegoat?
So the liar immediately retorted angrily: "Bullshit! I did that because you ordered me to do so. Over the years, how many wild elf tribes have you hunted and how many elf slaves have you sold? Don't you know the answer? You still want to put all the blame on me? Dream on!"
"Asshole! How dare you talk to me like that?"
Farthington Roald was shocked and angry.
He had never expected that this guy who usually obeyed his orders would bite him back at such a critical moment.
"Why not? Who do you think you are? You are just a third-rate traditional noble. If I hadn't been desperate, I wouldn't have turned to a mean and stingy bastard like you. Bah!"
The trickster spat fiercely in Farthington Roanol's face.
It has to be said that this dog-eat-dog scene was an eye-opener for the wild elves.
The elder sneered and said sarcastically, "Do you want me to give each of you a weapon, and you can settle your personal grudges here first?"
"I think this is a good idea." The young elf next to him had eyes that sparkled slightly.
Nothing can make you feel more physically and mentally happy than watching two enemies fighting each other up close.
As for things like laws, morals, and kindness, they should be gotten as far away from you as possible at this time.
After all, revenge is simply a way to vent your emotions, so of course you should do it in the most satisfying way possible.
As for those guys who always tell others to "stay calm and restrained", "hatred is not everything in life", "only emptiness is left after revenge", and other nonsense, after they have personally experienced being humiliated, beaten, imprisoned, and sold like animals, their attitudes are guaranteed to be more extreme than anyone else, and their means of revenge will be more cruel than anyone else.
As the saying goes, "Don't advise others to do good without experiencing their suffering."
For many things, you can only understand the feeling if you experience them yourself.
Soon, under the instigation of the wild elves, the elder finally agreed to the suggestion of a duel and threw two table knives at the feet of the two men.
Strictly speaking, this kind of cutlery, which is only one or two fingers long, cannot be considered a real weapon.
But it is obviously enough to kill people.
After all, neither Farthington Roanol nor the trickster wore any protection or armor.
The former originally wore several magical items on his fingers and neck, but they were stripped off before he woke up.
Without any hesitation!
Don't dare to have any hesitation!
The two of them bent down and picked up the knife almost immediately.
After all, they had already fallen out with each other before, and there was no trust between them at all, and they regarded each other as enemies.
So even if it is for self-defense, you have to get the weapon first.
But the overly nervous Farsington Ronor and the liar apparently overlooked one point, that is, after picking up the table knife, their threat level in each other's eyes instantly increased a lot.
Especially the latter, their physical condition is much better than that of the former.
So the string called "reason" that Farthington Ronor had kept taut suddenly broke.
He didn't know what he was thinking, and suddenly he swung the knife and stabbed forward.
The swindler was unable to dodge and a deep cut was made on his arm. Blood gushed out instantly, staining his sleeves and clothes red.
Judging from the amount of bleeding, the artery was most likely cut.
"You...you actually want to kill me?!"
The trickster's eyes widened and he roared in anger.
"No! No! Listen to my explanation!"
Finding that his attack did not hit the target, Farthington Rono became panicked and stepped back subconsciously.
As a result, he did not notice that there was a servant lying at his feet and was tripped and fell to the ground.
“Go to hell!”
The con man seized the opportunity, rushed forward, and stabbed the man's throat and eyes with a knife.
As a professional warrior, he knew that a short weapon like this could only cause fatal injuries if it pierced the eyes, throat, or heart.
Of course, Farthington Ronor could not just sit there and wait to die. He quickly dropped the knife in his hand, grabbed the opponent's right wrist tightly, and engaged in a dangerous close fight.
Just when the two were trying their best to kill each other, the sound of horse hooves suddenly came from the main entrance of the castle.
Through the window on the second floor, you can clearly see that it is a warrior wearing plate armor, and there seems to be an emblem like a family emblem on his chest.
This sudden human was obviously very good-looking. He saw what was happening on the second floor at a glance and immediately shouted, "Stop! Stop it!"
It's a pity that Farthington Ronor and the swindler, who were already bloodthirsty, dared not to be distracted at this moment.
Seeing that his words were not working, the soldier immediately jumped off his horse without saying a word and rushed to the second floor at an extremely fast speed.
Along the way, he met several wild elves who wanted to stop him, but they were knocked to the ground in just a few moves.
Especially the flail with three heads in his hand, each head comes with additional magic damage of fire, cold and strong acid.
If you are hit by any of the heads, you will fall to the ground immediately.
But the warrior obviously showed mercy and did not kill any of the wild elves, he just knocked them down.
When he entered the room on the second floor, he pushed away the elf youth who tried to stop him and separated the two people on the ground.
After doing all this, the soldier panted and asked, "Who can tell me what happened here?"
"Sir Deanis! Help! These damned elves are trying to kill me!"
Farthington Ronor was truly a "scum of the earth". Seeing that the person who came was an acquaintance, he immediately bit back.
"revenge!"
The elder gave the answer concisely.
"revenge?"
Sir De Arnis had a puzzled look on his face.
"That's right! The guy behind you used the trickster next to him to pretend to be a wounded person and entered our tribe. Then he poisoned the water and food when no one was paying attention, and finally captured everyone. He locked us in the dungeon and planned to sell us to slave traders."
The elder did not hide anything and told the truth openly.
Because he could feel that the powerful human warrior in front of him was unaware of this.
What's more, all the tribe members were very weak due to being hungry for too long.
If a war breaks out, regardless of the outcome, the heavy casualties alone would be enough to make the elders hesitate.
"What?!"
Sir Deanis's expression changed instantly, and he turned around and stared at the nobleman with whom he had a good personal relationship.
He simply couldn't believe that Farthington Ronor, who was always willing to lend him money to tide him over difficult times, was such a scumbag.
"No! That's not what I meant! I was just bewitched! Let me explain!"
Farthington Roanol fell to his knees, hugged Sir De Arnis's thighs tightly and cried bitterly.
But unfortunately, the latter had seen through his true nature and kicked him away, saying in a disgusted tone: "Get away! Damn slave trader! If I had known you were this kind of person, I would never allow you to set foot in De'Anisburg. I would not agree to let Nalia marry your son."
"You made the right choice, human."
When the elder saw this scene, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
"I'm sorry to interrupt your revenge, please continue. I have nothing to say about this scum. But Farthington Ronor's son Isiah should be innocent. He is just a child, and I hope to take him away."
Sir De Arnis took the opportunity to make a request.
He had originally intended to come this time to discuss with Farthington about the marriage between the two families, but now it seems that there is no need for this.
To marry into a family that made its money by capturing and selling slaves would only bring shame to the glorious name of Deanis.
But out of pity and a previous debt owed to Farthington, Sir De Arnis decided to raise Isiah and teach him to be an upright and selfless good man, rather than a complete scum like his father.
"No problem. The kid is next door, you can take him away anytime. Also, this is a bottle of antidote that can cure the poisoning state that causes a person to be unconscious."
As he spoke, the elder handed the other party a bottle of antidote.
After Sir Deanis took it and said thank you, he quickly fed the teenaged Isaiah the wine, then picked him up and walked out of the castle without looking back.
No matter how much Farthington Ronald cried and begged, he did not turn back.
But he did not notice that Isaiah in his arms had actually woken up long ago, and witnessed with his own eyes the scene of the elf chopping off his father's head, his eyes filled with anger and hatred.
This hatred was directed not only towards the wild elves, but also towards Sir Deanis who was holding him.
In the eyes of this immature boy, Sir De Arnis's actions were typical of ingratitude and indifference to the needy.
Sir Anis, who was waiting, rode his horse and disappeared into the woods in the distance. The wild elves, who had completed their revenge, also set out on the road back home. The shadow assassin Yelinia, who had been hiding in the dark, finally emerged from the darkness and muttered to herself in a voice that only she could hear: "How pitiful. It seems that Sir De Anis will pay a heavy price for his kindness in the future."
"How miserable is it?"
Accompanied by a familiar voice, Zuo Si stepped through the portal and appeared on the balcony on the second floor of the castle.
Obviously, he was not confident in letting the wild elf druid act on his own, so he specially asked the shadow assassin to follow him secretly to prevent any accidents.
Who could have thought that the operation, which was going smoothly at first, would end up with the sudden appearance of Sir Deanis.
Judging from Isaiah’s final reaction, he will definitely try to avenge his biological father when he grows up.
"Owner……"
Yelnia bent down and bowed respectfully, but her eyes still couldn't help revealing a complicated look.
But Zuo Si didn't care about it. He looked into the distance with interest and asked without turning his head: "Do you have anything to say about Sir Deanis's actions?"
“There’s nothing much to say.
It was foolish of him to try to change a child who had lived with Farthington Ronor for more than a decade.
Little did he know that Farthington had already educated Isaiah to be as despicable as himself.
If nothing unexpected happens, Isaiah will definitely try to take revenge in ten years at most.
Even through some means to seize Sir De Arnis's property."
Yelnia gave her judgment directly.
With her ability to hide in the shadows, she had already thoroughly investigated the castle and the entire Ronor family these days, and was very clear about Isaiah's character and degree of evil.
"Only stupidity? Why do I feel that you are feeling sorry for Sir De'Anis?"
Zuo Si turned around and looked meaningfully into the shadow assassin's eyes.
The latter was obviously a little guilty, and quickly lowered his head to deny: "No! That's just your illusion."
"Is that so..."
Zuo Si deliberately dragged out the word, but did not continue to question.
With the power granted by the card [Shadow Servant], he can feel Yelnia's emotions, and even pay a small amount of mana to observe through the other's eyes when necessary.
So it can be felt very clearly that this woman had the urge to kill Isaiah and eliminate the trouble for Sir Deanis in the past moment.
It was for this reason that Zuo Si specially used teleportation magic to rush over to see what was happening.
The Shadow Assassin lowered his head and remained silent, with no intention of explaining at all.
The two stood there in silence for two or three minutes before Zuo Si smiled and broke the silence: "Come on, take me to the place where the castle stores its property. Now that we're here, let's just take all the money that Farthington Ronor has earned through dirty means for most of his life, so that it won't benefit Isaiah in the end."
"As you wish."
Without saying a word, Yelnia immediately walked along the corridor to the connection between the first and second floors.
After a while, they were right in front of the same wall.
Zuo Si directly cast a detection spell, quickly confirmed that there was a secret door behind the wall, and immediately used knocking magic to open it.
moment!
A ladder leading straight up and down to the underground was revealed at the back.
Climbing down the ladder, he saw at a glance all kinds of gold and silver coins, gems and a small amount of jewelry piled on the ground.
You don't need to ask to know that this is the Ronor family's vault.
Since there are no banks in the strict sense in Faerun, the temple of the goddess of wealth, Waukeen, provides deposit and withdrawal services and converts cash into bills, but it requires a very high storage fee and does not pay even a penny of interest.
Therefore, the wealth of most nobles and wealthy businessmen was kept in their own homes and castles.
When building, almost all castles and luxury mansions will reserve enough space in some places in advance for the owner to transform them into a vault.
After roughly estimating the quantity and value of this pile of things, Zuo Si immediately smiled and said, "About 450,000 gold coins. A quarter of them are gems, and some are magical metals such as mithril, refined gold, and cold iron. Precious metal currency only accounts for about half. There are also several low-level magic items. It seems that Farsington Ronor has indeed saved up a lot of money in recent years by smuggling, trafficking in addictive drugs and slaves."
Although in Amn, a property of more than 400,000 gold coins is nothing to those top nobles and wealthy businessmen.
But for traditional aristocrats, it is definitely a huge sum of money.
This can be seen from the income of Sir Deanis's family castle and territory.
As a lord, the latter's annual miscellaneous income only added up to 20,000 to 30,000 gold coins.
After deducting the cost of daily maintenance, repairs, hiring guards, and salaries for servants, plus the need to provide relief to farmers due to various natural and man-made disasters in the territory, there was no money left.
This is also the reason and reason why the emerging commercial aristocracy of Amn looks down on the traditional aristocracy.
The traditional way of relying on land to obtain wealth is too primitive and too low-level.
Compared with the huge profits that can be earned from prosperous trade and commerce, he is not even a younger brother.
In fact, most of the manors, castles and territories of commercial nobles have long since evolved from being simply for collecting rent and food to being today's leisure and entertainment venues.
Zuo Si directly opened the portal and let the goblins and undead creatures move out all the vaults.
He himself kept the platinum, gold and silver coins.
The remaining large but worthless silver and copper coins were packed up and donated to the Temple of Ilmater in the slums.
"Thank you for your kindness. Please rest assured that I will give the money to those who need it most. May the God of Suffering bless your soul."
The priest, wearing only a tattered linen robe, offered his blessings with a smile on his face.
Because not long ago, Bernard donated 20,000 gold coins, and with these now, the temple will not have to worry about money for a long time.
He could relax and take in all the orphans who had lost their parents, and then raise them until they were old enough to be independent.
As a priest of the God of Suffering, the most important duty is to protect underage children.
"You're welcome. Compared to the help the God of Suffering once gave me, this little money is nothing.
Oh, by the way, every morning in my wizard tower there is a special person who is responsible for teaching common language reading and writing, arithmetic, geography, identification of animals and plants and other knowledge.
If you have underage children here, you can consider sending them there for education.
After all, learning knowledge is one of the most effective ways to change your destiny.
If they could learn to read, write and do arithmetic, it would be easy for them to find a decent job when they grow up in Amn, where trade and commerce are extremely prosperous.
It's much better than being a shadow thief, or being forced to become a beggar or a hooligan with nothing to do on the streets."
Zuo Si gave his advice sincerely.
In his opinion, things like teaching are like herding one sheep at a time and letting a flock of sheep go.
Anyway, the one responsible for teaching is an illusion created by the consciousness of the Mage Tower, and he will never get tired or bored.
How much they can learn depends on whether these children can realize the importance of knowledge themselves.
Of course, if there is a smart enough kid, Zuo Si wouldn’t mind taking him in as an apprentice.
"Really? Are you willing to provide these orphans and poor children with the opportunity to receive education for free?" The priest of the God of Suffering widened his eyes in disbelief.
Zuo Si smiled and nodded: "Of course! And I will provide them with breakfast and lunch. If they are willing to participate in the weapons and combat training in the afternoon, they can also have dinner."
"Hahaha! That's great! Thank you for your generosity and kindness! You know, I was just worrying about how to take care of so many orphans who lost their parents." The priest danced and laughed happily.
"Oh? From what you said... there are a lot of orphans here?" Zuo Si asked in an uncertain tone.
The priest sighed slightly and responded with a bitter look on his face: “There are at least more than forty, and the number may increase in the future.
Some of these children's parents died in gang fights, while others died of illness from eating unclean or rotten food, leaving these poor, helpless children to suffer alone.
Although I can provide them with food and clean drinking water to ensure that they will not die of starvation or thirst.
But they are powerless to solve the problem of education.
Some children were even influenced by the outside world and began to admire the Shadow Thieves, eager to become one of them.
They only saw the glorious side of Shadow Thieves, but failed to see the terrible death and disability rates of those low-level Shadow Thieves.
But now, we have a chance to learn and change our destiny. I believe we can put an end to this phenomenon.
After all, who wouldn't want to be a decent and good person? "
"Being a clergyman of the God of Suffering is really hard. Just taking care of these children every day must take up a lot of energy, right?"
Zuo Si looked with a little admiration at the man in front of him, who was probably just over 40 years old, but was severely bald and looked very old.
It is different from those organizations on Earth that shout all kinds of high-sounding slogans but secretly do all kinds of dirty things.
This person truly practices the teachings of Ilmater, and regards saving and protecting children and bearing pain for others as a supreme honor, even if the price is premature aging and death.
"Hard? Maybe. But this world always needs someone to stand up and endure the suffering. Since I chose this path, I will stick to it."
As he said this, the priest's weathered face revealed a hint of piety and holiness.
"You are a truly noble person who always adheres to the mercy and kindness advocated by the God of Suffering. If you need any help, please send someone to the Mage Tower to inform me. As long as I can, I will not refuse."
Zuo Si made a solemn promise.
The more you learn about Ilmater's Church, the more respect you have for this group of pure people who are free from lowly desires and interests.
Even though he himself may never be able to do it, it does not prevent him from giving some help within his ability.
The priest smiled and shook his head: "No, you are too kind. I just did what I should do.
Also, if you don't mind, could you tell me what's going on with this new sect of the Goddess of Poison and Disease that's been established nearby?
They often come here to teach civilians and the poor about hygiene and how to prevent plague.
Occasionally, sick people are treated free of charge.
To be honest, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would not have believed that this was the work of a group of Talona priests."
Zuo Si answered without hesitation with a smile: "You mean Ilze's sect? Don't worry, they are just a group of young people practicing new doctrines."
"A new doctrine?"
The priest of the God of Suffering showed an expression of great surprise on his face.
If it came from someone else's mouth, he wouldn't believe a word of it.
But the problem is that Zuo Si is not an ordinary person, but the chosen one of Talona, the goddess of poison and disease, and also a mortal recognized by Ilmater.
"Yes, a new doctrine. There was a young man named Ilze who believed that poisons and diseases were not just evil, but like magic, knowledge, and nature, they were full of both good and evil. So he left the church of Am and planned to establish a neutral or even good sect." Zuo Si explained patiently.
To be honest, he was actually confused about what Talona had been doing recently, and had no idea what this goddess was trying to do.
"It sounds... like good news! If an evil god changes to a neutral one, it will be a good thing for the whole world."
A hint of joy appeared on the face of the priest of the God of Suffering.
Although the emergence of this new sect has, to some extent, robbed some of the believers that originally belonged to Ilmater.
"I hope so."
Zuo Si shrugged indifferently and quickly stood up to say goodbye.
The priest of the God of Suffering quickly gathered the children playing around the crude temple and announced to them the "good news" that they could receive education.
Although the continent of Faerun is not like the European Middle Ages where receiving education is solely the privilege of the nobility and clergy, it is still not an easy thing.
So the children clapped their hands happily.
It's just that the younger ones are more eager to learn knowledge, while the older ones want to learn a skill or craft.
The latter is more realistic and wants to get rid of this embarrassing situation of "living under someone else's roof" as soon as possible.
But the priest didn't care about these.
For him, as long as these children do not become members of the Shadow Thieves or other criminal organizations in the future, he will have accomplished his mission brilliantly.
The rest...
Just leave it all to fate to decide.
The biggest feature of the Ilmater Church is that it never takes advantage of these children, nor does it expect them to bring any benefits to itself after they become successful in the future.
Just give purely without expecting anything in return from those being helped.
(End of this chapter)
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