Chapter 573 Those who wish take the bait
The moment they knelt down, the citizens suddenly felt that something was not right.
It seems that what I am doing is not praying daily, but supporting Ms. Nightingale and fighting alongside her.
This is not mystical nonsense, but a common feeling shared by all the citizens of Charles Square and even all areas of the Rhine. After they knew that their prayers were helping Ms. Nightingale, when they knelt down and began to pray to the gods, At the moment of praying, a strange feeling suddenly appeared in their hearts.
Great eras and events have always been moments of glory and glory that only belong to a few people, and have no chance of being shared by ordinary people. All ordinary people can do is to follow the tide of the times and passively endure all this.
It has always been like this from ancient times
No one thinks there is anything wrong with this, no one even thinks about whether it needs to be changed. Everything seems to be taken for granted.
However, at this moment, in the face of a world-class crisis, as prayers begin, more and more people realize that they are involved.
I have also become a part of the general trend that affects the world. Although each person is only a very small part, there is no doubt that everyone together is changing the world.
The unprecedented feeling brought an indescribable sense of participation. At this moment, I seemed to have become one of those big shots, showing off my highlight moments.
Realizing this, everyone’s prayers became extremely intense.
Originally they were just a group of civilians who had never even left the Rhine City. They knew nothing but running around for three meals a day. Now they suddenly have the opportunity to participate in world events. This is enough to brag about for a lifetime. When you get old in the future and lie on your bed before you die, this will be an achievement that will make you feel safe.
You only have one chance, how can you miss it? How could this not be done well?
As a result, the sudden burst of strong sense of participation made the people no longer see the hesitation and philistinism before, and they devoted themselves to praying from the heart, especially the previously yin and yang God of Wild Vegetables and the The fat stall owner of the grocery stall looked so focused at this moment that he was even more pious than the most devout believer.
“Pray to the Almighty Lord to bless Ms. Nightingale to win. Pray to the Almighty Lord to help Ms. Nightingale fight evil, fight the plague, and protect the world.”
"The great Ms. Nightingale, please defeat the plague and protect us civilians, please."
"The great Mother of the Black Goat, the great Shub Nicholas, please bless We have successfully survived this disaster. As long as we can survive safely, we, husband and wife, will work hard to have children and spend the rest of our lives giving birth to children, offering our piety to you.”
For a time, all kinds of things happened in Charles Square. Thoughts of prayer are spreading, and people don't know if the gods will hear their voices, let alone whether such blind prayers are useful. But with piety and concentration, at least people's emotions gradually calm down and they are no longer immersed in it. in fear.
As the prayers continued, people gradually forgot their secular troubles and even the outside world, and were completely immersed in their devout faith. Slowly, Charles Square became silent, just like the entire Rhine The overall environment of the city is the same.
The pastor breathed a sigh of relief and took out the note sent by the carrier pigeon while avoiding others and read it again.
Finally, according to the above requirements, the people were successfully led into a state of group prayer. However, even in this state, can they really be allowed to sacrifice their lives? Although it's just a little bit, it won't damage your life, but people's hearts are unpredictable.
The pastor put away the letter and looked at the believers in these parishes with complicated eyes. He knew these people in the market best. These people were quite selfish in nature, and he wanted them to dig out... and give their lives. Does the method really work?
Try it.
The pastor put away the letter and walked slowly on the edge of the square, looking at the people praying and listening to the sounds coming from far away.
Ten minutes later, a burst of rapid hoofbeats came as expected. Each rider stood in the stirrups, waving the green cloth strips in their hands, which was a sign of good news. "Good news, good news, Your Majesty the Saint is recovering from the disadvantages, the situation is reversing, let us encourage Your Majesty the Saint."
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We really did it?
The people who were interrupted from praying were full of disbelief. It was just an attempt, but it actually helped?
Can we really reverse the outcome?
At this moment, after the sense of participation, the strong sense of accomplishment that accompanied the good news swept everyone's hearts, and everyone couldn't suppress the excitement.
How about we be more pious and work harder, maybe we can gain more?
This time without the guidance of the priest, the sense of harvest made the people spontaneously come up with ideas. Looking at the expressions on people's faces, the priest immediately followed, with no trace of recitation in his tone:
“Praise the Lord, children of the Lord, you have proved your piety with practical actions. With your efforts, your saints have withstood the pressure of the plague, and everything is getting better. Children, please don’t Give up and please believe in yourself. Your strength is the greatest help in fighting the plague. If you are more focused and more pious, this war against the plague will surely win because of your efforts."
We. Sure enough, we have successfully changed our tragic fate.
The pastor's highly contagious voice gave the citizens a full sense of gain and satisfaction. Without the pastor's guidance, they settled down again and devoted themselves to prayer with greater enthusiasm and reverence.
Is that so accurate?
The pastor couldn't help but take out the letter and read it again. It was delivered by carrier pigeon from the church. It clearly stated the steps for each step, including the possible reactions and countermeasures of the people. Now read it. Come on, most of them are very accurate.
Is it really possible? This method of inducing people to take the bait step by step is simply more vicious than the evil god in the dreamland.
Forget it, being vicious has nothing to do with me.
The pastor looked at the countless believers who were kneeling to pray, raised the loudspeaker again, and was brewing some emotions. Then his face suddenly changed, and he loudly said:
"Children, the plague is counterattacking, increasing your... Pray hard, hurry up, Ms. Nightingale can't hold it anymore, you are the only one who can help Your Majesty the Saint now, hurry up, concentrate all your energy on praying."
The situation has changed, let the people immediately. When I became nervous, I didn't bother to think deeply about the pastor's words, and immediately increased the intensity of my prayers, each of them extremely pious. While they were praying, the pastor's voice continued to come:
"Quick, it's not enough. If we make it stronger, we only have the last step to go."
Yes, it's all. There is only one last step left, so why worry about it? Just put in the last bit of faith.
The people chanted prayers constantly, almost loudly.
“No, the plague is still fighting back, Ms. Nightingale is going to lose, we are going to be finished, no, there is a way to solve the problem now, voluntarily give up a little of your life force and spend a few days of weakness. The price is to support His Excellency the Saint with practical actions."
Seeing that the people were a little stunned, the pastor immediately added:
"We have already paid so much, and everything will be in vain if we stop now. Let’s fight! Say to me silently, I believe in Ms. Nightingale, and I am willing to pay for it!”
At this moment, Charles Square fell into deathly silence, and the Rhine City fell into deathly silence.
Everyone who knows the inside story holds their breath, waiting for the final result to be revealed.
(End of this chapter)