Spellcasting Heavens

At night, in the basement of a private house in Beggar's Nest, there were more than forty poor people in ragged clothes sitting densely.

One thing they all had in common was that they were coughing non-stop and had unhealthy flushes on their faces.

You don't need to ask to know that this is the primary symptom of being infected with the plague. It won't take long before everyone will start to have fever, nausea, and vomiting, depending on their physical constitution. In severe cases, they will fall into coma and eventually lose their lives.

So far, there is no priest or magic potion in the entire city of Neverwinter that can treat it.

Not to mention treatment, they couldn't even relieve the symptoms. The streets and alleys were full of corpses that died of the plague. The only thing the guards could do was to keep burning them.

Looking at these poor people with numb eyes, almost waiting for death, Jesse took a deep breath, pointed to a statue in the middle and said: I believe you already know what to do next! Yes, as long as you want Great Benny, offer your faith and I will give you the antidote to the plague.”

Really? Is there really an antidote? A middle-aged man in his forties suddenly raised his head.

That's right! Did you see those potions emitting blue light behind you? As long as you drink it, you will get rid of pain and return to health. Jesse pointed to the translucent liquid that hit the glass test tube not far away.

The antidote to the plague!

Right now the entire city of Neverwinter is looking for something like crazy!

It is said that Lord Nasir sent a request for help to his traditional ally Waterdeep, hoping to use the other party's advantage in magic to develop a way to relieve the plague.

It can be said that whoever has the antidote now will become a hero in the hearts of the entire Neverwinter City residents. Not only will they be able to obtain unimaginable wealth, but they will also gain the gratitude of the people and unimaginable popularity.

Antidote! Give me the antidote! As long as it can save my son, I am willing to sacrifice everything, even my own soul! Another young mother holding her child was shaking with excitement.

I do too!

Give me a bottle!

…

As long as they can live, no one is willing to die casually, even if they can enter the kingdom of gods after death and enjoy inexhaustible food and wine.

Feeling these people trying their best to grasp the last straw,

Jesse stood next to the statue and yelled unceremoniously: Shut up! Come one by one! Kneel down and pray devoutly to the statue. If it recognizes you, then you can get the antidote to cure the plague for free. .”

Me! I come first! The middle-aged man who spoke first rushed forward, knelt down and praised piously: Great Benny! You are the only faith in my heart! You are the only one in this world. True God…”

But before he could finish his words, a ball of red light fell from the sky.

Hmph! Idiot! You actually want to lie to get away with it? Jesse sneered, pulled out the dagger and wiped it on the other person's neck.

puff!

Scarlet blood suddenly splattered in all directions, and within a short time the ground was completely dyed red.

As for the middle-aged man, he tried to struggle at first, but soon lost consciousness and fell to the ground with a plop, turning into a warm corpse.

Jesse gently wiped the blood on the dagger and issued a warning without raising his head: If anyone wants to use a performance to defraud the antidote, I advise you to give up as soon as possible. Who will be next?

I come!

The young mother holding her child took the initiative to take a step forward, forcing herself not to look at the dead body next to her. She knelt at the statue and murmured nervously.

The next second!

Another white light fell from the sky, covering her from head to toe.

Seeing this scene, Jesse nodded with satisfaction: You passed the test! Go get the antidote. Remember, as a believer, you have to come here to pray every day.

Thank you to the great master for your generosity and kindness! The young mother hurriedly bent down and bowed again, then picked up a bottle of potion on the table and drank half of it for herself and her child.

When the cool feeling began to spread from the stomach to the surroundings, the feeling of nausea, fever, and vomiting quickly disappeared, replaced by an indescribable sense of relief.

The baby who had been crying gradually calmed down, and his little face full of tears showed a calmness he hadn't seen in many days.

The plague is cured!

Everyone present noticed this very obvious change, and their emotions became extremely excited.

As the saying goes, where there is the first, there is the second, and where there is the second, there is the third...

In about twenty minutes, all the forty people drank the potion and began to kneel in front of the statue with pious expressions and recite psalms of praise loudly.

But if you listen carefully, you will find that these hymns were originally taught to believers by the priests of the God of Justice. They just changed the names.

If it weren't for his strong determination, Jesse might have burst into laughter on the spot.

She even imagined how the priest of the God of Justice would react if he saw this scene before her.

Just get mad?

Or draw your weapons and destroy these blasphemous poor people?

…

With the help of the antidote to the plague, a sect that worshiped Benny quickly developed and grew in Beggars' Nest. There was also an ambitious guy who helped build the church's framework and began to actively penetrate into surrounding areas.

Using concealment and a strict organizational structure, more and more people had to join in order to survive, slowly forming a huge force.

As the number of wealthy businessmen and nobles within the church increased, they began to join forces to get involved in politics, commerce, and trade to benefit themselves and the church.

As the saying goes, there is nothing more terrifying in the world than religion.

Perhaps the original founders of many sects simply wanted to spread their thoughts and ideas to more people.

But when more and more people participate, interest relationships will inevitably arise, forming a huge community of interests.

As the instigator, Zhang Cheng has now integrated a trace of divinity carried by the broken magic crystal into his body by devouring and transforming soul energy. He has begun to continuously draw strength from faith and strides towards the evolution of a demigod.

Of course, this process does not happen overnight and takes a long time.

Just when he calmed down and waited to watch the show, the old housekeeper suddenly burst into the room and reported with a smile: Master Benny, Miss Irebeth de Timmarande came to visit and said... I have something important to discuss with you.

Did she say what was important? Zhang Cheng hid the golden light flashing in his pupils, turned around and pretended to be interested.

I don't know, but I think it's a good opportunity.

Yes, this is indeed a good opportunity...