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Chapter 312 Doomed to Fall
Sooner or later, King Nesor's troops will come to Deschanel's royal city.

This kind of subconscious haze enveloped the whole city, causing people to fall into the fear of being muddy.

People flocked to the temple in the royal city, offering all kinds of precious sacrifices to the stone statues. In the past sacrifices, some people would respond carelessly. All kinds of disrespect and wept bitterly.

Catherine is not one of them, but she will also ask her own beliefs and ask the high gods.

Under this heavy and oppressive atmosphere, even those true believers who came to preach were not spared from it.

There are not many people who are not afraid of death, even people of strong faith are afraid of death.

The true believers are afraid of the coming war, and they are also afraid of the increasingly poor food in the city.

Under the widespread famine, even Deschanel, who has been calm all year round, was not immune. There were rumors that people starved to death on the streets not long ago. There are too many, King Phil leads by example, saves food and clothing, and he brought his bodyguards to force the nobles and ministers to hand over the stored food, so that they can support it until today.

King Phil originally hoped that Prince Tyrann would transport the latter's grain to Deschanel after the big country plundered it, so as to ease their food crisis, but all of this became a dream.

As a musician, Catherine would not starve to death on the streets. After all, this is a royal city, and musicians are also priests. In an environment where destruction is imminent, musicians are the most revered, but the lives of musicians are not good. They are also like ordinary Citizens also eat wheat porridge, and only when they need to sacrifice can they eat a little bacon.

The city was under martial law, and they could only go out during the first half of the day. Catherine saved some of the food she had distributed and brought it to the true believers.

She originally thought that the true believers would be short of food, but she never thought that as soon as she went to that street, she saw the true believers headed by the deputy elder distributing porridge.

Every time the preaching true believers distributed a bowl of wheat porridge, they said: This is what God gave us. When the words fell, many of the common people who received the porridge burst into tears.

"This, this is..."

Seeing the civilians huddled together to receive the porridge, Catherine was shocked.

The Great Elder came over, looked at Catherine and said with a smile:
"Are you surprised?"

Catherine nodded.

"Is this a miracle?"

Catherine asked subconsciously.

She couldn't figure it out for a while, when the whole city was generally short of food, and even the most noble priests couldn't get enough food, how did the true believers accumulate so much food? Is it really a miracle?

The Great Elder lowered his voice and said:

"You know, true believers are human beings, we don't have miracles, and we won't pretend to be miracles.

If you want to ask where did these grains come from?We came here three or four years ago to preach, and everyone would go to help others, harvest the wheat, graze the sheep, tend the vineyards, accept donations from others...the money came to us like this, we didn’t take it, but is to accumulate it.

We will use these mortal wealth to buy food, and then distribute it to the poor who lack food and clothing. Secularly speaking, it is easier for the poor to believe in God. Spiritually speaking, the Prophet Norn did the same. We do so.

The wealth of the world is spent and used on others, and we true believers use this to accumulate real wealth in the kingdom of heaven. "

Like a tireless wise man, the Great Elder explained these minutiae to Catherine clearly.

Catherine suddenly realized, and she couldn't help admiring him, but she couldn't help but feel a little sad when she thought that such a great elder would doubt God.

The Great Elder seemed to have captured what Catherine was thinking, and he smiled wryly:

"Catherine, I guess I guess what you're expecting, but it probably won't happen.

Countless true believers have never witnessed miracles with their own eyes...

I thought, I am also one of them, I am not special, how could God take pity on an old dust of the earth? "

The voice of the great elder was very low, and those devout believers could not hear it, only Catherine could hear it.

"But, but I have seen... miracles before."

Catherine couldn't help but said.

She had told the story to the Great Elder before.

"I remember, you said it before, but it was probably just a trick."

The elder turned around and said slowly:
"Maybe that woman used the grace of some kind of god, maybe it was the power of ancient words... I did it when I was young, but I don't do it anymore when I'm old."

Just like the previous reaction, the elder didn't believe Catherine's words.

In Deschanel, no one believed Catherine's story of fifteen strings of a harp being turned into a nightingale... either a masterful trick or a downright lie.

Catherine couldn't help feeling discouraged. She was sure that it wasn't a trick or a scam at all, but a real miracle. This miracle was not complicated. Sora said something casually, and her harp turned into a nightingale.

To this day, the nightingales have not returned, and the harp is still empty.

When the freed nightingale will come back, Catherine doesn't know.

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No matter how humbly the Deschanel people kneel before the cold idol and pray, what should come will always come.

King Nesor temporarily pacified the chaos in the country, and after barely establishing stability in this era of destruction, he led his troops to plunder abroad.

In the turbulent age, all kinds of human desires will be maximized. Even if a grain of wheat is not worth mentioning, it can cause two people who have never met to draw their swords to each other.

And this is even more so between countries.

Enemies densely packed like a colony of ants surrounded the city wall of Deschanel. King Phil and the crown prince put on armor and stood on the wall in person. This move undoubtedly boosted the morale of the defenders, but it would not take long. The rain-like arrows flew from afar.

In the rain of arrows, there were more than a dozen fireballs of different sizes, and the defenders they touched instantly burned up, turning into coke in the blink of an eye.

Is it the grace of a certain god, or an old saying that spreads all over the land?No one knew, people only saw the enemy troops flooding in after waves of arrow rain.

The climbing ladder was erected, and the sound of war drums and horns staggered on the battlefield. The defenders fought hard, and various heads and corpses fell, making it difficult to distinguish friend from enemy, and hot blood splashed everywhere.

The city of Deschanel is doomed to fall, any resistance is futile, everything is just a matter of time.

(End of this chapter)