Chapter 572 Please give me a little more time
"The latest news, the latest news, the war against the plague has begun."
This time there is not even a newspaper, and it is not a newsboy, the Governor's Mansion The messengers rode directly on their fast horses, shouting as they roared past Charles Square and galloped towards the gray fog area:
"The plague is too violent, the saints are in a hard battle, and failure may come at any time."
The atmosphere in Charles Square was silent for a moment, and then there was an uproar.
This invisible threat is not enough to cause chaos or riots in a short period of time, but it is enough to make people breathless with fear. The young fish seller and the middle-aged tailor lady burst into tears. come out.
The cry was like a spark, completely detonating people's already depressed mood. For a while, many people in the square squatted on the spot and held their heads and screamed in despair.
Some people hugged their stalls and cried loudly, and some people beat the ground crazily. The butcher shop owner, who was usually frugal, picked up the most expensive ham, bit it down hard, and swallowed it. He was gentle and polite in the past. The carver suddenly cursed.
Whether you are a man or a woman, everyone is equal in the face of disaster and despair. Everyone's will almost collapses, and they instinctively vent their emotions. Even the beautiful Mrs. Maggie is weak. Leaning against the wall, covering her mouth and shaking slightly, her eyes filled with tears: Is the plague really coming? What about Martha? Nothing can happen to Martha.
The depressive atmosphere was brewing and building up. Charles Square was full of desperate faces. However, the riders on the galloping horses did not stop due to the cries and despair of the citizens. They rushed past while shouting and continued to drive down. A place that spreads the latest despair across the Rhine.
But as they drove past, several priests walked out of the chapels around Charles Square, stopped quietly outside several groups of people, and read the paper sent by the carrier pigeon one last time. strip.
After confirming that the mood of the citizens had fallen into deep despair after several ups and downs, they took a deep breath, held up a loudspeaker and announced loudly to the crowd:
"Citizens and believers, it's not time to despair yet. We haven't lost yet. There is still hope."
Priests with professional psychology training naturally know how to manipulate people's hearts, and every syllable With convincing power and just one sentence, the people who were immersed in depression seemed to see a life-saving straw. Almost everyone's eyes turned to the preaching priests at the same time.
"Really, Pastor?" Someone nervously rushed to the pastor and asked eagerly, "Do we still have a chance to survive?"
"Yes, child, the Lord has not abandoned us yet, and the Lord is still caring for this world." The pastor's voice was extremely sincere, "As long as we work together, we will definitely be able to defeat the plague."
"What should we do? "The fat stall owner who sells groceries was the first to shout out. He no longer showed his attitude of just watching indifferently. "As long as we can save the lives of our family, we are willing to do anything."
" "Pious children, now is the time when we need your dedication." The pastor drew a star emblem on his chest, which looked like a priest of the Dark Night Church. "Ms. Nightingale is in urgent need of support and needs your contribution, children." Children, this is the best time for you to show your piety. The world will remember your efforts, and the Lord will have mercy on your piety. So, children, answer me, are you willing to imitate Ms. Nightingale and save the world. Do you want to contribute? ”
"Huh?"
The people in Charles Square were stunned. Many people subconsciously took a step back, and their eyes began to wander. Especially the fat stall owner who just asked, rubbed his hands in embarrassment, and finally He stammered: "Master Priest, we are just civilians. We don't understand anything. How can we give anything? Are you mistaken?"
"Yes, yes." Echoed The voice immediately followed, "What can civilians do, Lord Priest."
"Yes, the most we can do is stand here and cheer for the saint. You won't let us donate anything, right?" "Or you won't let us fight the plague. How can we do this? We should just pay Give it to Your Excellency the Saint, right? ”
“Yes, Your Excellency the Saint is a professional. Her hard work is enough, we can’t do it.”
For a moment, the crowd fell into noise. People seemed to have completely forgotten the fear and despair just now, let alone the promise that they were willing to do anything as long as they could survive. Everyone's eyes were dodging, and everyone's expression was stiff.
The pastor who preached was still calm, and his voice was loud and contagious: "Calm down, children, believe in the Lord. The Lord will not let you do anything beyond your ability. The Lord only needs you to stand here and be pious. Pray to the Lord you believe in, and use the power of your faith to support Ms. Nightingale. Repentance and prayer should be what you do every day. Now I just ask you to pray not for yourself, but for the saint. , Children, are you not even willing to do what you can?”
No one spoke, and for a while, the only thing that echoed in the square was the pastor’s amplified voice.
Everyone is weighing in their minds, can just praying support Nightingale? If it was really that simple, then it wouldn't be a bad idea to try it, but... I always feel so uneasy.
The pastor frowned secretly and was already a little anxious. Years of missionary experience told him that it was not easy to complete the first step of the task and get as many people as possible into a state of group prayer. Although as the executor, the pastor did not know the use of asking these people to participate together, he still suppressed the anxiety in his heart and preached cheerfully, "Praise the Lord, children, the Lord is watching your choices, Nanding Ms. Geer is also waiting for your support. Follow your instructions and throw yourself into the arms of the Lord. Aren't you willing to fight with the saints and contribute to this world?"
"I am willing? ! ”
The blond landlady changed her usual gentle and timid attitude, held her head high and walked a few steps to the front of the crowd. At this moment, her blond hair was particularly dazzling in the afternoon sun.
Believe Lynch, this is doing him a favor.
Her daughter’s words before leaving made her more determined than ever before, and she faced everyone’s gaze and said loudly:
"Yes, I am just a civilian, but I want to help Ms. Nightingale stop this plague. I don't understand what those big shots say, nor do I understand how to protect the kingdom and the city, but I want to protect the people I love. I I want to protect the home I have lived in until now, so please tell me, Pastor, what should I do? I am willing to follow your instructions and do my best to protect everything I want to protect."
"Praise. Your courage, child, then please kneel down on the spot, pray to the gods, and pray for the victory of this confrontation with all your body and mind."
Mrs. Maggie no longer looked back at the hesitant neighbors, the first one. He knelt down on the floor of Charles Square, clasped his hands on his chest, and began to pray devoutly.
Behind her, more and more people fell to their knees due to her influence. After a while, there was no one standing in Charles Square except the priest.
If you look further, the streets and alleys of the entire Rhine City are already filled with people kneeling in prayer.
In the city center, among the people watching all this, Sir Lynch Leviev secretly let out a sigh of relief.
Ms. Nightingale, please hold on, your reinforcements are coming soon.
I will do my best to save your soul.
Please give me a little more time.
(End of this chapter)