Fairy’s Box - Chapter 930

Missionary pastors are a strange and special group. In order to see and touch things, they can travel far and wide to spread the gospel at the risk of being killed. The southern barren land, the Paleid countries, the north and south of the New World, the eastern grasslands… In any remote corner of Anterasu, you can see their tireless efforts to promote theology.

Blackmail, intimidation, beatings, and even massacres could not stop them.

After many people know their deeds, even if they are not interested in theology, they will be in awe of this group of pure and persistent people-even people who have faith are really amazing.

But what are the facts?

Missionary pastor is a high-risk occupation, and often high-risk occupations represent equally generous rewards.

The Holy See’s attitude towards this group of people is very fair. As long as they can spread their beliefs and establish diocese in foreign countries, then these people are the masters of the diocese—that is, bishops at the level of the archdiocese.

Moreover, this kind of merit will make them leave a sparkling resume in the Holy See archives. In the future, they will be transferred to diocese, promoted and raised, and will reach the peak of life much faster than ordinary clergy.

The most important point is that if the country where they successfully preached is powerful enough, such as Pallard and Seris, the ancient country with vast land and rich resources. The status of the diocese will be directly upgraded to the level of the Patriarchate, and this group of people will also be recorded in the history books for their achievements in “opening up the territory”, and even being canonized by the Holy See.

That is to say, a priest who flutters on the street may jump directly to become a patriarch with less than one person and more than 10,000 people.

Such great benefits and such high honors are simply the last straw for some priests who can’t get along or commit serious crimes – can such people not work hard! ?

So, on the surface, these people are spreading beliefs, but they are actually gold diggers.

Since it is a gold digger, there must be a bounty, and it must be drilled there.

Even in the North Sea countries that believe in the Doomsday Twilight religion, there are also traces of missionary priests. Even if they are not welcome, they are often harassed by huge women with round waists, and they are still silently waiting for the day to come forward.

Bishop Barrick is such a missionary priest.

The title of bishop was conferred by him himself, because he was the only pastor in the area, so no one objected.

The parish has only one fenced yard by the sea. If you go out of the yard to preach, you will be beaten, but there is no one else in the yard. The church was remodeled by a windmill, and the sacred objects, offerings, and even food were all bought by him every day when he went out to sea to fish and then took them to the market for exchange.

That night, as usual, Bishop Barrick sat alone in the empty church, staring at the slender load-bearing column in a daze. In his mind, he imagined that he succeeded in preaching, was appreciated by the universal patriarch, became an archbishop, took care of a little boy, was promoted and raised his salary and reached the pinnacle of his life.

Think a little excited.

White candles were burning in the alcove, illuminating a small concave spot on the coupon arch. The inferior candle wax gradually emitted a pungent smell as the halo rippling, ruthlessly shattering Bishop Barrick’s fantasy.

“Cough cough cough… a little hungry…”

The middle-aged pastor sighed and slowly walked out the door.

Tonight, on a full moon night, the wooden cross stood silently in the courtyard, facing the cold moonlight.

For some unknown reason, there are a lot less fish in the sea these days, and Barrick can’t make ends meet by fishing for a living, so it’s hard to eat a full meal. Fortunately, he usually saves a lot of dried fish. Although it is unpalatable, it can at least satisfy his stomach.

“Dried fish, my little dried fish…”

Barrick trotted to the open cupboard in the kitchen, took out a khaki clay pot, tore open the mouth of the paper paste, and ate the dried fish directly with his hands.

Due to the long time of marinating and storage, his dried fish tasted hard and astringent, with a sour taste. But for a person who has been hungry for a few days, it is undoubtedly a good meal, but it is too salty and a little too salty.

But it doesn’t matter, just drink more water, and you won’t feel hungry after drinking too much water.

“Woooooo!”

Eating and eating, the middle-aged pastor, who had achieved nothing, had a sour nose, couldn’t help crying, and slumped on the ground with a jar of dried fish in his arms.

crunch… crunch… crunch…

Crying to the point of sadness, Barrick still didn’t forget to stuff dried fish into his mouth, and while chewing, he suddenly heard a strange noise in his ear, like the sound of some rough objects rubbing against each other.

“what happened?”

He put down the can reluctantly, climbed to the window, the round moon outside the window hung high above the night, and the pond in the yard was sparkling in the night.

On the sea farther away, a thick fog spread out at some point, like an icy white giant python, slowly wriggling against the sea water one by one.

In the depths of the fog, there was a faint sound of rising tide-like sea water. The priest stared at it for a while, but still couldn’t see it clearly. He gritted his teeth, pushed the door open and walked out of the yard.

“Really high tide? Or something else? Is it the legendary pirate ghost?”

Barrick climbed directly to the cross and looked at the direction of the sea from a height.

He knows that the burial custom in this place is to put the dead fishermen in coffins, put them on the fishing boats he was alive, and directly sink them at sea for burial, which is said to follow the tradition of their ancestors. Some people say that the public sea tomb of the North Sea pirates hundreds of years ago is here.

call–!

A gust of wind swept the clouds and suddenly covered the moon. The light suddenly dimmed a lot, and the priest, who was alone on the cross, suddenly sensed the deep chill climbing up from behind.

“Then… what is that?”

He raised his head desperately, opened his eyes wide, and tried his best to observe the scene in the depths of the fog. Inside the thick white fog, rows of “figures” appeared faintly at this time.

This is definitely not because the brain is hallucinated by eating too much salt, because the outlines of those figures have become clearer and clearer, and the heads, necks, shoulders, and bodies can be identified. At this moment, the distance between Barrick and those figures is not too far. If the fog is a little thinner, I am afraid that they can see each other’s faces clearly.

Soon, the pastor saw clearly what was happening in front of him.

The undead, which are densely packed, surrounded by each other, and can’t see the end at a glance, are staggering away from the water, moving forward silently. The same wet body, the same half-rotten muscles, the same brown-yellow brown-yellow skeleton, like an endless black forest, constantly advancing.

“…”

Cold sweat rushed out of the pores and soaked the priest’s robe. The whole world under the darkness of night, including the courtyard where he was, was gloomy at this moment.

Barrick fell off the cross as soon as he loosened his hand. He didn’t even snort. He rushed into the nearby kitchen, quickly latched on the door, and clasped his fingers on his chest and began to pray.

The strange and bustling footsteps around him became heavier and heavier.

Then suddenly a sudden scream broke the short silence – it was the cry of human beings before they died.

With the night wind and clouds gradually dissipating on the sky, the moonlight cast again, but it does not look as bright and clean as before. The light was projected from the gaps in the thin clouds, and after being blocked by the mist and moistened, it scattered into the blurry cold white light in front of him.

“God, save me!”

The priest raised his head, and in the distant heights above him, the intermittent thin clouds seemed to form a sneering face, mocking his ill-fated fate.

Barrick’s whole body was icy cold, and the constant chill in his body seemed to be a collapsed and broken iceberg, and a sharp stabbing pain pierced his heart like a icy sword.

Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka!

Soon, he heard the sound of the fence being broken and crushed, and a raging rotten breath rushed towards his face.

The seemingly rotten and stiff undead has a powerful force, like a mudslide moving forward with momentum, easily crushing the priest’s church.

Under the broken wooden board, one hand slammed into the sky, swayed twice, and then collapsed softly, and red bloodstains soon overflowed from the gaps where the wood chips were silted around.

…

The moonlight illuminated the road leading to Oldenburg’s gate in silvery white. There were two rows of guardrails carved with the image of the Valkyrie, and there were also green forest belts full of flowers. The road was sporadically decorated with flower crowns. A masterpiece of the mayor’s whimsy.

cluck-cluck-cluck-!

At this moment, the rough sound of bones rubbing against each other sounded particularly harsh in the middle of the night. The sound came from the seaside and gradually approached the city of Oseden. After experiencing the carnival during the day, the city at night seemed to be sleeping extraordinarily sound, and the citizens who were accustomed to the tranquility did not feel the slightest uneasiness, as if all unexpected changes were far away from them.

The whole day of welcoming Goddess Freya is almost a very lively festival for the people living in Oseden. Jewelry thieves robbed more than a dozen jewelry stores in broad daylight. Only a limited number of people knew that because the mayor’s cover was very timely, the news has not yet spread in the future.

Under the strong request of Mayor Ainoline, most of the guards, guards and even the city defense army in the city sent a large number of manpower to participate in the pursuit, and they were about to arrest the few lawless robbers within half a day.

However, the mayor’s pursuit was doomed to be in vain.

If you want to capture a few knights close to the sixth rank, unless there are several times the same rank of Valkyrie involved in the roundup, it is wishful thinking – no matter how many people there are, it is useless, even their shadows are invisible.

Outside the city gate wrapped in darkness, a dozen or so guards sat at the city gate, yawning silently.

“call……”

The captain rubbed his sleepy eyes, packed his clothes, and huddled on the bench in the duty room, ready to take a nap.

As soon as his ears were placed on the chair, he felt the vibration of the earth, and the bustling was very clear. It seemed that a huge group was approaching Oseden.

“There is a situation!”

The captain jumped up from the bench in a hurry, pushed open the door of the duty room, and found that all his subordinates were lying on the ground at the moment, their necks twisted behind them strangely, and they had already lost their anger.

“Enemy attack!”

Just as he was about to shout this sentence, he suddenly felt a pain in his neck, and he saw a pair of dark pupils in a circle, and then he completely lost consciousness and didn’t know anything.