I played the world alone

Chapter 415 The Miracle of God ([-] in [-])

The only pity is that Simmons cannot show this power in front of others at will and enjoy the admiration of others.

If it can be displayed, it will definitely become the focus of everyone's attention instantly!
But compared to this little sense of loss, he felt more excitement and excitement.

"Now I can be considered a core member of the church! I must do more great things,"

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel motivated, wanting to hurry up and deal with the matter of summoning the demon this time.

"We must get ahead of this exorcist!"

But just when he was ambitiously preparing to take action, the old priest at the front door suddenly turned around and walked towards him. He was so frightened that he immediately stopped the proud expression on his face and made a respectful look.

Fortunately, it was not that the other party discovered any problem, but because Clement was going to stay at the residence of those nobles, the old priest would also go to help.

As an assistant, he naturally had to follow.

But what Simmons didn't expect was that Mr. Clement, the exorcist who didn't seem to have anything special, seemed to be quite famous in the local area.

Especially the nobles, who greeted him warmly after seeing him, were much better than their previous treatment of Simmons.

"Oh, isn't this Mr. Clement? I've heard of your name before, but it's a pity that I never had the chance to meet you. Now I realize that your name is indeed well-deserved."

The person who spoke was a local earl, and this luxurious manor covering a large area was also one of his properties.

There were many servants nearby who were responsible for receiving them respectfully.

As soon as he was informed by his servant, the earl immediately came out to greet him and shook the exorcist's hand warmly.

"Come in and sit down. Hey, isn't this Father Beaufort? Very nice to see you..."

When he arrived at Father Beaufort's side, his attitude was obviously a little colder.

Probably because Father Beaufort was on the opposite side when the witches were executed, which made him somewhat dissatisfied.

Simmons was originally looking forward to how the other party would greet him, because he didn't even see this person the last time he came here, but the servants just dealt with him.

After all, now I can be considered a person with extraordinary power.

However, while he was waiting quite proudly, the other party simply ignored him and waved his hand casually.

Finally, he set his eager eyes on the exorcist.

"Come in quickly."

Simmons' face suddenly turned a little blue and white, and he still felt like a clown that no one cared about.

"call……"

He let out a breath and tried to suppress the terrible dissatisfaction in his heart.

Try to comfort yourself.

"You can't blame him. After all, I'm very low-key now and haven't shown anything extraordinary at all. Although the other party is a count, he is just an ordinary person after all, so I can't recognize him."

"Simmons, why don't you look good? Are you sick? Do you want to go back and take a rest first?"

The old priest noticed his abnormality and asked thoughtfully.

Simmons quickly shook his head, trying to return his expression to normal.

"No need. I just remembered something..."

The two of them were the last to enter, and Simmons marveled at the sight of this luxurious manor, as well as several huge statues, which should be the Earl's ancestors in the war.

At this time, he suddenly noticed that even the servants here seemed to have better food and clothing than he did.

Seeing this, he couldn't help but think of his own church.

Logically speaking, the status of the church in the world is very high now, and it is very easy to make money, as long as you just find a random name.

The church should not have been damaged into what it is now.

However, the old priest was very rigid and upright. Unlike other people, he almost never used any excuses to make money. He would even send things or money sent by others back or transfer them to other people who needed it more.

Although Simmons also agreed with the other party's behavior, it was just that the excessive degree gave him a headache.

Therefore, Father Beaufort did not get along well with these nobles, and he only lived a good life for the sake of the church.

So at this moment, although Simmons looked at the luxurious scenes in front of him with some envy, the old priest was used to seeing them and looked indifferent, which made him sigh.

Under the guidance of the servant, the two quickly entered the main house.

At this time, the earl was already having a passionate conversation with the exorcist, as if it didn't matter whether they were present or not.

"Mr. Clement! I think I have an obligation to explain to you the evil behavior of that damn witch at that time..."

"...Yes, she turned into a ball of fire and cast the most vicious curse on everyone present, and threatened to come back to take revenge on us soon! Damn it, the lives of our entire town will be killed by her! "

"Uh-huh……"

Clement nodded slowly as he drank from a bottle of fine wine.

After the other party had finished speaking and rested for a while, he continued speaking unhurriedly.

"I already understand what your lord, Earl, means. It is very clear that the evil witch who has blasphemed the power of God still wants to crawl out of hell. This is absolutely not allowed by our church!"

"It's like treating a great exorcist like me as if he doesn't exist!"

"That's right!" The Earl slammed the table, and then asked earnestly, "Mr. Clement, have you ever encountered this kind of situation before?"

"Although it's a bit hard to say, this is indeed the first time that a small rural place like ours has encountered such a dangerous thing, and we have absolutely no corresponding handling capabilities."

At this time, the old priest was standing nearby, listening to the other party's somewhat sarcastic tone, and just sighed and remained silent.

A faint blush appeared on Clement's drunken face, and the corners of his chubby mouth twitched slightly as he chuckled.

"Don't worry, I've seen this kind of thing many times in big cities. This time it's just the ghost of a witch. You must know that I even dealt with Satanic demons with my own hands in the past! With my power, I forcibly killed a demon The son has been sealed!"

"I was holding a Bible and a cross in my hands..."

What he said sounded as unreal and incredible as those epic poems.

However, it made the Earl's smile become more intense, and he asked the servant to get a bottle of wine, making sure to entertain him well.

"That's great! With your help, this trouble can definitely be solved satisfactorily!"

Simmons couldn't help but feel doubts in his heart and quietly asked the old priest. "Sir, has this exorcist really solved similar problems before?"

The old priest did not give an accurate answer, but showed a slightly doubtful expression.

"There should be some. Because his reputation is really great, the church's senior leaders immediately sent him over after learning about what I reported."

It's just that Simmons didn't really believe it when he saw the other party bragging after drinking.

Soon, Clement seemed to think that this little exorcism was not important, and quickly changed the topic to another place he liked more.

"Of course, you need to replenish your strength before performing the exorcism ceremony..."

He paused, indicating something.

"Oh, of course, Mr. Clement, we have already prepared. We guarantee that you will be satisfied..."

The Earl seemed to be very familiar with this kind of request, so he immediately clapped his hands and signaled the servants to bring a few little boys over.

"During this period, these children will serve as your assistants. As long as they can help you increase your chances of winning the exorcism, you can give them any instructions." The earl chuckled, "If they are disobedient in any way, You can tell me anything."

Looking at these trembling children, the famous exorcist's red face couldn't help but reveal a brighter smile.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked up and down, then nodded.

"Very good. I believe the result will be satisfactory to you."

Simmons couldn't help but feel a chill running down his back when he saw this subtle scene, and felt goosebumps stand up on his skin.

The old priest also shook his head helplessly, turned around and motioned for Simmons to leave too.

They are all relatively normal people, and they really can't accept this special bribery scene.

In the following time, the old priest will stay here to help prepare for the exorcism ceremony, but Simmons left first on the excuse of feeling unwell.

When he walked out of the door, there was a look of determination on his face.

He has become more and more certain of the evil conspiracy of this group of nobles.

He must have wanted to use this evil method to confuse the so-called exorcist, and then successfully summon the devil!

"No! I absolutely can't sit still and wait for death."

The exorcist can no longer be counted on, he must do it himself!

In the afternoon, he began to get busy preparing.

……

While they were walking around outside, in the basement, Fryer had successfully mastered the magic of flight.

Now she can control the flying height and speed at will, and almost never fall.

Even as training, when night fell and everything around him fell into darkness, Fryer had the courage to follow the witch outside the church and conduct flying training in the uninhabited woods.

Including flying at high speed, avoiding obstacles, or catching flying birds...

The training speed is a bit unexpectedly fast, maybe because Fryer has been working since he was a child and has good eyesight, so he has mastered almost all the key points after a few rounds of practice, ensuring that he can be like a real person. Flying like a witch, fast and steady.

But this is only the first step.

"There's more you need to learn next."

The witch simply encouraged her and prepared to start the next step of training.

Flying is just one training among many.

As a real witch, she should also have the necessary attack magic.

"You need to master these fireball and waterball magics and recite these spells skillfully..."

During the entire learning process, perhaps the biggest headache for Flair was learning this spell.

It was completely different from the existing language that she was familiar with. It was difficult to understand and there were some syllable changes that would make her unable to perform magic if she was not careful.

In comparison, it is relatively simple for her to skillfully use magic to cast magic.

But at this moment, Fryer, who was working hard to learn new magic, suddenly saw the witch raising her head and looking in the direction of the town.

"What's wrong?" She was a little uneasy, "Have the soldiers discovered our traces and arrested us?"

"No, I just saw some interesting things." The witch raised her lips slightly and comforted her, "You should continue training. I think you will be very hard next..."

……

Early the next morning, a somewhat strange news began to spread throughout the town.

"God showed a miracle last night!"

If this sentence were said by any civilian alone, almost no one would believe it. They would only regard the other person as a madman, or even a fool who tried to challenge the authority of the church and would have to face trial.

However, when dozens or hundreds of people here claim to have seen similar miracles, people have to doubt their authenticity.

Some people who had slept soundly last night and had not seen the scene couldn't help but curiously started asking questions to see if it was true or not.

Or maybe it's a scam deliberately created by some bad scammers to steal money.

After all, similar situations have indeed happened before. When they were discovered, the magicians had already taken the money and ran away, and could not be found.

"Our cross suddenly glowed!" A farmer said excitedly, "It's not the light of fire, but the milky white light that is softer than sunlight and does not hurt the eyes!"

"That's right! I also saw the one in my house light up! Oh, I swear to God that no one has touched it before!" Another person couldn't wait to interject, with his eyes full of piety and fanaticism.

"I was still sleeping soundly at the time. My wife next to me suddenly pushed me awake. She pointed to the cross on the wall with surprise and excitement, and that sacred light appeared in front of my eyes!"

"Those of you who have never seen it can't imagine the shocking feeling! In the darkness, only the white light illuminated our sight! God, it was like God guiding us who were as confused as lambs Same……"

"Could it be the wood burning? Or is it the light of the moon?" Someone didn't believe it and raised a question.

"Stupid! Do you think I'm a fool?" The man immediately blushed with excitement, and his neck was definitely slandering his eyes.

"After the light disappeared, my wife and I both went forward to check it and made sure it didn't have any damage or special reflective props, and it couldn't be some damn prank!"

(End of this chapter)