Chapter 51 Witch Disease and Spell-like Abilities
After inspecting the treasury of the Papal State and having a good idea of his wealth, Horn felt even more comfortable.
As the only son of Myrcella, what happened to taking some money from his mother?
Horn asked Myrcella in his dream.
My mother said yes.
Who dares to object?
This real angel investment will be the first pot of gold for Horn to make a fortune.
The ink and printing press technology are Horn’s gold pumps.
Relying on ink and printing technology, with this start-up capital, I settled in Black Snake Bay for a few years to avoid the limelight.
Think of a way to remove the "stigma" on my neck and see if I can have plastic surgery and change my face.
After all, this is a world with magic, maybe.
The power of the church in this world is too huge. In a world with extraordinary power, wouldn’t rebellion and uprising bring trouble to oneself?
Besides, it’s fun to rebel with this group of people and make your heads fall off. Isn’t it fun?
Thinking of this, Horn remembered the Saint Sun's beheading sword from before. Although that sword cut off his head, it was quite easy to use.
Maybe this is the feeling of being connected by blood.
However, after being sidelined by Townley, they did not allow Horn to get any weapons, and the sword disappeared.
"Who is that? Go to Tang Li Canyu and ask if anyone has seen my sword. Send it back to me."
Previously, only the core members of Tang Li's men were Those without foundation were hanged by Horn.
Most of the remaining people just disarmed, were whipped five times, and sent to the dungeon to reflect for three days.
As for those who surrendered "in advance", they didn't even surrender their weapons.
"The next step is to go to the Pontifical Guard..." With a few children, Horn walked to the monastery gate according to the schedule set in the morning.
But as soon as his front foot left the gate, his back foot was stopped by someone.
"Grampwin wants to see me?" Horn stopped and rubbed the papal scepter in his hand, "Didn't we make an appointment for lunch? Why did it suddenly come forward again?"
Looking at the sky, Horn decided to go see these two first.
Through the courtyard and flower garden, Horn came to a monk's house. It was definitely not as good as Horn's bedroom in the church, but it was much better than the straw shed or dungeon outside.
After all, Horn still relies on these two people to contact the secret party.
He nodded to the guards at the door, and the guards saluted with three fingers across their chests.
Knocking on the door, Horn opened the door and walked in without waiting for a response.
"Where's Chilvis?" Horn glanced around the room, but didn't seem to see Chilvis.
His eyes flashed, and he clenched the scepter in his hand. Could it be that he ran away?
Seeing that Horn looked wrong, Grampwin quickly pointed behind Horn with a wry smile.
As soon as Horn turned around, he saw Chilvis in the fireplace in the corner behind him.
Half of his body was curled up, his head buried in the cold charcoal, and his body was rising and falling regularly.
"Why did he sleep there?"
Grampwen pointed helplessly to the four-legged walnut bed in the corner: "He drank too much of the fake wine he brewed and turned the bed upside down. Use it as a commode, use the fireplace as a bed..."
"Where's the commode?"
"He used it to hold wine." Grampwin sighed, "He had an alcohol addiction again last night and banged his head against the wall, insisting on drinking.
I asked the guards to get it, but they got it wrong and it was fake wine.”
Horn asked someone to find out that Chilvis made fake wine in Hedge Town. They specialize in buying cheap wine heads and tails, then add poisonous psychedelic mushrooms, package them, and sell them in the countryside.
The so-called high-end black wine is a Western product smuggled from the Royal Court of Flesh and Blood. It must be drunk from a wooden cup, which is very particular.
"Okay, Busak, find two people to wash Chilvis and help him sober up."
Instructing Busak and the others to drag Chilvis to sober up, Horn Then he pulled an oak chair politely and crossed his legs: "Since Chilvis is like this, do you mean to come to me in advance?"
Grandpwin sat on the bed. Standing next to a blind girl, he smiled flatteringly and said:
"Yes, Your Majesty, please move your holy carriage to come to me and show consideration for my wife's illness. You are really That's so kind, God will bless you, Your Majesty."
After flattering him, Grampwin quickly started cutting with Townley: "Your Majesty, I hope you know, I have trusted and loved you very much from the beginning and have never doubted you
Those things that made things difficult for you and were disrespectful to you were all what Tangli asked me to do. It was only because of his power that I had to...
Oh, you don’t know, I was thinking They are all bleeding. "
"Okay, okay. "Horn waved his hand quickly, "I have something to do later. If I wanted to deal with you, you wouldn't be here. If you have anything to say, please tell me. "
"Your Majesty, now that the false pope occupies a high position, he will definitely send troops to destroy us. As the only true grandson of the Holy Father, what should you do if something unexpected happens? "Making a regretful and anxious look, Grampwin glanced at Horn, whose expression remained unchanged.
Horn, on the other hand, had no expression and looked at him quietly.
"And I happen to know a group of righteous people. They may be vulgar in their words, but they are absolutely pious. If anything happens, they will definitely be willing to protect you as the last fire of the truth."
Huo A smile finally appeared on En's face. I have to say that this circus clown named Granpvin is indeed a smart man.
"Actually, ahem, Townley may have contacted you once before. If the time is good, they should arrive tonight or tomorrow night."
"Oh?" Huo En's eyes lit up, and his back straightened unconsciously.
"But I don't know their secret words. With the caution of the secret party, if they don't catch up, they will definitely leave quickly." Grampwin's smile was a little forced, "We have to notify you again. This time, I'm afraid it will happen again." It will take five to seven days."
"Does it take that long?"
"After all, with this flood, many contact points are flooded, so..."
" Okay." Feeling a little disappointed, Horn stood up and prepared to leave. "I will send someone to go with your people. Get ready and find someone to set off this afternoon."
"Mian. Next, this is what I want to talk about." Grampwin calmed down and said, "You are also a patient of witch disease. You know the sequelae and spell-like abilities, and my wife..."
"Sequelae, what sequela?" Horn interrupted Grampwin.
"Don't you have any sequelae?" Grampwin's eyes widened, as if he heard something incredible.
"What sequelae do I have? Why can't I understand?" Horn looked at Grampwin with the same confusion.
Grampwen swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "Witch's disease is a lifelong disease, because it will bring more or less sequelae, such as headaches, nosebleeds, limb twitches, epilepsy, etc."
Horn was even more surprised than Grampow: "Is this still happening? I don't feel anything. My body is great and it tastes great when I eat it."
"Then you didn't feel anything strange?"
Horn frowned and recalled for a long time without remembering anything strange.
If I have to say it, since he got the witch disease, not only his eyesight and hearing have improved, but his sleep quality has also been surprisingly good, and he has even grown half an inch in height.
"This is impossible? Are you infected with Jeanne-dono's witch disease?"
"Yes, what's wrong?"
"Then have you ever discharged electricity unconsciously? For example, when you were sleeping."
"Discharge?" Horn became even more confused, "Anyway, I never discharged electricity when I was awake.< br>
If I discharge while sleeping, with Carrie’s character, I will definitely say...
Wait, why do I discharge?”
“Infection? Those who survive the witch disease are the witch's dependents and even their descendants. They will inherit part of the witch's magic-like abilities, especially the first generation."
Grampwin was equally confused: "My wife Dia, she was once the best acrobat in the circus, but she was infected by a witch with divination ability.
I finally survived, but Her eyes were blinded, her lower body was paralyzed, and she would never be able to play.
After recovering from the witch disease, she would have splitting headaches every once in a while, and she would need to drink a tranquilizing potion to relieve it..."
"You. Please explain that spell-like ability to me in detail, I still don’t understand it.”
Grampwen and his wife beside him looked at each other: “Your Majesty, the spell-like ability is a degraded version of the witch’s ability. .
When the first generation of witch descendants use spell-like abilities, they can use them directly without the need for rituals or materials.
This is a lifelong curse that follows the first generation of witch descendants. They will use it unconsciously, even in their sleep.
But the price is the intensification of the sequelae. Every onset of spell-like abilities means a reduction in lifespan. ”
Speaking of this, Grampwin’s voice gradually became lower, veins popped up in the hands holding his knees, and he tightly grasped the wrinkled fabric of his pants.
Stretched out his hand, Di Ya gently stroked his back and showed a gentle smile: "Fortunately, my ability will not hurt others. ”
And this thing? Horn was lost in thought, so why didn't he have this situation?
Is it because I am a time traveler?
Or is there really Myrcella protecting us?
Shaking his head, Horn shook away the distracting thoughts. Now is not the time to think about this: "So, what exactly do you want to say?"
The couple looked at each other, In the end, Yudia whispered: "My spell-like ability is divination.
When doing divination, I can see what is happening in the present moment, just for a moment.
Last night, my ability was activated unconsciously, and then I saw the Archbishop of High Castle's army had already set off, and their target was us. ”
ps finally caught up before twelve o’clock
(End of this chapter)