"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 collusion 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 smile 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 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.

但是很可惜，后者已经看穿了他的本质，直接一脚将其踹开，用充满厌恶的语气说道：“滚远点！该死的奴隶贩子！早知道你是这种人，我绝对不会允许你踏入德阿尼斯堡半步。更不会同意让娜里娅嫁给你的儿子。”

“你做出了正确的选择，人类。”

长老看到这一幕，顿时松了一口气。

“很抱歉打搅了你们的复仇，请继续。对于这种人渣，我没有什么好说的。不过法辛顿·罗诺尔的儿子伊塞亚应该是无辜的。他还只是个孩子，我希望能够将他带走。”

德阿尼斯爵士趁机提出了要求。

他这次来原本是打算跟法辛顿商量关于两个家族联姻的事情，可现在看来已经没有这个必要了。

与一个靠捕捉和贩卖奴隶赚钱的家族联姻，只会让德阿尼斯这个荣耀的姓氏蒙羞。

但出于怜悯，以及之前欠下法辛顿的债务，德阿尼斯爵士决定抚养伊塞亚长大，教导其成为一名正直无私的好人，而不是像其父亲那样是个彻头彻尾的人渣。

“没问题。那个孩子就在隔壁，你可以随时带走他。另外，这是一瓶解毒剂，可以解除导致人昏迷不醒的中毒状态。”

说着，长老将一瓶解毒剂递给了对方。

德阿尼斯爵士接过来道了声谢之后，便迅速给只有十几岁的伊塞亚灌下去，然后将其抱起头也不回的走出城堡。

无论法辛顿·罗诺尔怎样哭喊、哀求也没有回头。

可他并没有注意到，自己怀里的伊赛亚其实早就醒了，而且亲眼目睹了精灵将自己父亲脑袋砍下来的一幕，眼神中充满了愤怒与仇恨。

这股仇恨既有对那些野精灵的，也有对抱着自己的德阿尼斯爵士。

在这个心智尚未成熟的少年眼中，德阿尼斯爵士的所作所为就是典型的忘恩负义、见死不救。

等的阿尼斯爵士骑着马消失在远处的树林，完成复仇的野精灵们也踏上了返回家园的道路，始终隐藏在暗中的幽影刺客叶利尼娅终于从黑暗中现身，用只有自己才能听见的声音自言自语道：“真是可怜。看来那位德阿尼斯爵士，未来恐怕会因为这份善良而付出相当惨重的代价。”

“有多惨痛？”

伴随着熟悉的声音，左思跨过传送门出现在了城堡二楼的阳台上。

很显然，他并不放心让那位野精灵德鲁伊自己行动，所以特地让幽影刺客暗中跟着，防止发生意外情况。

谁能想到，原本一切顺利的行动，最后居然杀出一个德阿尼斯爵士。

从伊赛亚最后的反应来看，长大之后一定会尝试着为自己的亲生父亲报仇。

“主人……”

叶利尼娅恭敬的弯下腰鞠了一躬，但眼神中依旧忍不住透露出复杂的神色。

可左思对此却并不在意，饶有兴致朝远处眺望，同时头也不回的问：“你对德阿尼斯爵士的做法，你有什么想要说的吗？”

“没什么好说的。

他太愚蠢了，竟然试图改变一个在法辛顿·罗诺尔身边生活了十几年的孩子。

殊不知，法辛顿早就已经把伊赛亚教育成了跟自己一样的卑劣之徒。

不出意外的话，最多十年的功夫，伊赛亚肯定会试图展开报复。

甚至是通过一些手段谋取德阿尼斯爵士的财产。”

叶利尼娅直截了当给出自己的判断。

凭借可以在阴影中遁形的能力，她这些天早就已经把这座城堡和整个罗诺尔家族调查了个遍，非常清楚伊赛亚的性格跟邪恶程度。

“只有愚蠢吗？我怎么觉得你在替的德阿尼斯爵士感到惋惜呢。”

左思转过身意味深长注视着幽影刺客的眼睛。

后者明显有些心虚，赶忙低下头否认道：“不！那只是您的错觉而已。”

“是么……”

左思故意拖了个长音，但却并没有继续逼问。

凭借【幽影仆从】这张卡牌所赋予的力量，他能感觉到叶利尼娅的情绪，甚至必要的时候还可以支付少量法力值，来透过对方的眼睛观察。

所以能够非常清晰的感受到，这个女人在刚才一瞬间产生了想要杀死伊赛亚，为德阿尼斯爵士铲除后患的念头。

也正因为如此，左思才特地施展传送魔法赶过来查看究竟发生了什么。

幽影刺客低着头保持沉默，完全没有想要做出解释的打算。

两人就这样一言不发站在原地足有两三分钟，左思才笑着开口打破了沉默：“走吧，带我去这座城堡存放财产的地方，既然来了，那就索性把法辛顿·罗诺尔大半辈子通过肮脏手段赚到的钱全部搜刮干净，省得最后便宜了伊赛亚。”

“如您所愿。”

叶利尼娅二话不说，立刻沿着走廊像一楼跟二楼的连接处走去。

没过一会儿功夫，便同在一面墙壁的正前方。

左思直接施展了侦测法术，迅速确认墙后面就是秘门，立马用敲击术将其打开。

瞬间！

露出了后面一个直上直下通往地底的梯子。

顺着梯子趴到里边，他一眼便看到了堆积在地上的各种金银货币、宝石和少量的首饰。

不用问也知道，这里就是罗诺尔家族的金库。

由于费伦并没有严格意义上的银行，财富女神渥金的神殿虽然提供存取和把现金兑换成票据的业务，但需要缴纳相当高昂的保管费，而且连一分钱的利息都不会支付。

所以大部分贵族和富商的财产，都是保存在自己的家里、城堡里。

在建造的时候，几乎所有城堡和豪华宅院，提前会在一些地方预留出足够的空间，供主人将其改造成金库。

大概估算了一下这堆东西的数量和价值后，左思立刻笑着说道：“差不多四十五万金币左右。其中四分之一是宝石，还有一部分是秘银、精金、寒铁之类的魔法金属，贵重金属货币只占一半左右。另外还有几件低级魔法物品。看来法辛顿·罗诺尔这几年靠走私、贩运上瘾药物和奴隶，的确攒下了不少的家底。”

尽管在安姆，四十几万金币的财产，对于那些顶尖贵族和富商来说，实在是算不了什么。

但对于传统贵族来说，绝对是一笔不小的巨款。

这一点从德阿尼斯爵士的家族城堡和领地收入情况就能看得出来。

后者作为领主，一年乱七八糟的收入加起来也不过两三万金币。

扣除掉日常维护、修缮和雇佣守卫的花费，以及支付给仆人们的薪水，外加领地内出现各种天灾人祸需要救济农民，根本存不下什么钱。

这也是为何，安姆新兴的商业贵族看不起传统贵族的原因跟理由。

传统依靠土地来获取财富的方式，实在是太原始、太低级。

在繁荣的贸易与商业所能赚取到的庞大利润面前，连个弟弟都算不上。

事实上，大多数商业贵族的庄园、城堡和领地，早就已经从过去单纯为了收取租税和粮食，渐渐演变成现在的休闲娱乐场所。

左思直接打开传送门，让地精和不死生物，把整个金库搬了个精光。

他本人把铂金币、金币和银金币留下。

剩下数量众多但不怎么值钱的银币、铜币，则一股脑打包，捐献给了位于贫民区的伊尔玛特神殿。

“感谢你的善举。请放心，我会把这些钱送给最需要它们的人。愿苦难之神庇佑你的灵魂。”

身上只穿着一件破烂麻布长袍的祭祀，面带微笑送上了祝福。

因为不久之前，伯纳德才捐献了两万金币，再加上眼前这些，神殿有很长一段时间都不需要为钱发愁了。

他可以放宽心把那些失去父母的孤儿都收留下来，然后将其养育到足以独立的年纪。

作为苦难之神的牧师，最重要的职责就是保护未成年的儿童。

“请不必客气。相比起苦难之神曾经给予过我的帮助，这点钱根本算不了什么。

哦，对了，我的法师塔里每天上午都会有专门的人负责教授通用语读写、算数、地理、辨识动植物等知识。

如果您这里有未成年的孩子，可以考虑把他们送过去接受教育。

毕竟学习知识，是改变命运最有效的途径之一。

要是他们能够学会读写和算数，长大之后应该很容易就能在贸易和商业都极度繁荣的安姆找到一份体面的工作。

总比去当影贼，亦或是被迫沦为街头巷尾无所事事的乞丐、地痞流氓强得多。”

左思一脸真诚的给出了建议。

在他看来，像上课这种事情，属于一只羊也是赶、一群羊也是放。

反正负责教学的是法师塔意识创造出来的幻影，根本不会疲倦、也不会感到厌烦。

能学会多少，就看这些孩子能不能自己意识到知识的重要性了。

当然，要是有足够聪明的小家伙，左思也不介意收下来当学徒。

"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)