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Chapter 128.1: Curses and Miracles (3)
It was an era when all kinds of superstitions and rumors were rampant. People wanted an entity they could believe in and rely on. The young count who appeared like a comet amidst the circulating curses was a perfect fit.
The rumors started from Johan receiving the approval and blessing of the order, and grew to the point where people said he was a descendant of St. Julianius.
Considering the honorable knight St. Julianius lived and died a celibate, it was truly a ridiculous rumor.
.
Though it would have been more amusing if the mercenaries actually studied theology. . .
Rumors were spreading and growing, but Johan saw no need to stop them. As silly as they were, they were also helpful.
To begin with, it was risky for an outsider to seize command from the leader of a mercenary company.
It wasnt about status or rank. Mercenaries would not stand by idly while an outsider took over.
Yet thanks to these rumors, there had been no problems at all. Even the sub-captains had started believing them and were oddly deferential.
. . .Count, are you by any chance obtaining holy water?
The funniest moment was when a priest accompanying the mercenaries came up to Johan and asked seriously.
Johan had no choice but to bite his lip and reply.
No, I just prepared some clean water. If there are miracles, they must be gifts from God.
Oh! Indeed. . .! Could that truly be holy water?
Well. . . I suppose you could call it that.
I knew it!
As the priest walked away looking pleased, as if he had gotten the answer he wanted, Johan couldnt help but click his tongue.
.
Count, forgive me.
Didnt I tell you several times that if you were not sick or cursed, there would be no reason for you to hold my hand?
Oh, uh, no, thats not it.
The sub-captain turned red with embarrassment.
The mercenaries, who were of the rank of sub-captain or captain, used their positions to approach Johan.
Wouldnt it be more effective to hold hands directly instead of just drinking water?
. ?
If the curse was due to the things they had done, the envoys could not have been cursed. Johan decided to check the envoys first.
.
Im. . . Im sorry, Count.
Thats enough. Lie down.
The dark curse writhed on the skin of the envoys. It was only natural for the mercenaries to fear them.
The magic square amulet vibrated madly. Even though he had not gone near the envoys.
Johan turned his head. Behind the tent where the envoys were staying, there was a golden statue he saw for the first time. It looked like an icon, but its appearance was clearly different. It was a lewd and vulgar shape.
? ?
Where did this thing come from?
We got it from the mercenaries. To offer to the Count. . .
Johan sneered. He couldnt tell if the envoys really intended to offer it or if they were trying to sneak it away. The latter seemed more likely.
It wouldnt hurt for the mercenaries to offer bribes to the envoys either.
As he approached the statue, the amulet vibrated more violently. Even with Johans eyes, he could feel the curse pooling inside.
It was ready to spill out at any opportunity and contaminate people.
??
Even though he reached out carefully, the curse did not come out. It seemed he had to do something to be afflicted by the curse.
Deosam.
Johan went to find Deosam lying down. The pagan idol was held in his hand.
Where did this thing come from?
!
Deosam was startled with surprise. He did not expect Johan to bring that thing.
A subordinate brought it from plunder. . .
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Chapter 128.1: Curses and Miracles (3)
It was an era when all kinds of superstitions and rumors were rampant. People wanted an entity they could believe in and rely on. The young count who appeared like a comet amidst the circulating curses was a perfect fit.
The rumors started from Johan receiving the approval and blessing of the order, and grew to the point where people said he was a descendant of St. Julianius.
Considering the honorable knight St. Julianius lived and died a celibate, it was truly a ridiculous rumor.
.
Though it would have been more amusing if the mercenaries actually studied theology. . .
Rumors were spreading and growing, but Johan saw no need to stop them. As silly as they were, they were also helpful.
To begin with, it was risky for an outsider to seize command from the leader of a mercenary company.
It wasnt about status or rank. Mercenaries would not stand by idly while an outsider took over.
Yet thanks to these rumors, there had been no problems at all. Even the sub-captains had started believing them and were oddly deferential.
. . .Count, are you by any chance obtaining holy water?
The funniest moment was when a priest accompanying the mercenaries came up to Johan and asked seriously.
Johan had no choice but to bite his lip and reply.
No, I just prepared some clean water. If there are miracles, they must be gifts from God.
Oh! Indeed. . .! Could that truly be holy water?
Well. . . I suppose you could call it that.
I knew it!
As the priest walked away looking pleased, as if he had gotten the answer he wanted, Johan couldnt help but click his tongue.
.
Count, forgive me.
Didnt I tell you several times that if you were not sick or cursed, there would be no reason for you to hold my hand?
Oh, uh, no, thats not it.
The sub-captain turned red with embarrassment.
The mercenaries, who were of the rank of sub-captain or captain, used their positions to approach Johan.
Wouldnt it be more effective to hold hands directly instead of just drinking water?
. ?
If the curse was due to the things they had done, the envoys could not have been cursed. Johan decided to check the envoys first.
.
Im. . . Im sorry, Count.
Thats enough. Lie down.
The dark curse writhed on the skin of the envoys. It was only natural for the mercenaries to fear them.
The magic square amulet vibrated madly. Even though he had not gone near the envoys.
Johan turned his head. Behind the tent where the envoys were staying, there was a golden statue he saw for the first time. It looked like an icon, but its appearance was clearly different. It was a lewd and vulgar shape.
? ?
Where did this thing come from?
We got it from the mercenaries. To offer to the Count. . .
Johan sneered. He couldnt tell if the envoys really intended to offer it or if they were trying to sneak it away. The latter seemed more likely.
It wouldnt hurt for the mercenaries to offer bribes to the envoys either.
As he approached the statue, the amulet vibrated more violently. Even with Johans eyes, he could feel the curse pooling inside.
It was ready to spill out at any opportunity and contaminate people.
??
Even though he reached out carefully, the curse did not come out. It seemed he had to do something to be afflicted by the curse.
Deosam.
Johan went to find Deosam lying down. The pagan idol was held in his hand.
Where did this thing come from?
!
Deosam was startled with surprise. He did not expect Johan to bring that thing.
A subordinate brought it from plunder. . .
Chapter 128.1: Curses and Miracles 3It was an era when all kinds of superstitions and rumors were rampant. People wanted an entity they could believe in and rely on. The young count who appeared like a comet amidst the circulating curses was a perfect fit. The rumors started from Johan receiving the approval and blessing of the order, and grew to the point where people said he was a descendant of St. Julianius.Considering the honorable knight St. Julianius lived and died a celibate, it was truly a ridiculous rumor. .Though it would have been more amusing if the mercenaries actually studied theology. . .Rumors were spreading and growing, but Johan saw no need to stop them. As silly as they were, they were also helpful.To begin with, it was risky for an outsider to seize command from the leader of a mercenary company. It wasnt about status or rank. Mercenaries would not stand by idly while an outsider took over.Yet thanks to these rumors, there had been no problems at all. Even the sub-captains had started believing them and were oddly deferential. . . .Count, are you by any chance obtaining holy water?The funniest moment was when a priest accompanying the mercenaries came up to Johan and asked seriously.Johan had no choice but to bite his lip and reply.No, I just prepared some clean water. If there are miracles, they must be gifts from God.Oh! Indeed. . .! Could that truly be holy water?Well. . . I suppose you could call it that.I knew it!As the priest walked away looking pleased, as if he had gotten the answer he wanted, Johan couldnt help but click his tongue..Count, forgive me.Didnt I tell you several times that if you were not sick or cursed, there would be no reason for you to hold my hand?Oh, uh, no, thats not it. The sub-captain turned red with embarrassment.The mercenaries, who were of the rank of sub-captain or captain, used their positions to approach Johan.Wouldnt it be more effective to hold hands directly instead of just drinking water?. ?If the curse was due to the things they had done, the envoys could not have been cursed. Johan decided to check the envoys first..Im. . . Im sorry, Count.Thats enough. Lie down. The dark curse writhed on the skin of the envoys. It was only natural for the mercenaries to fear them.The magic square amulet vibrated madly. Even though he had not gone near the envoys.Johan turned his head. Behind the tent where the envoys were staying, there was a golden statue he saw for the first time. It looked like an icon, but its appearance was clearly different. It was a lewd and vulgar shape.? ?Where did this thing come from?We got it from the mercenaries. To offer to the Count. . .Johan sneered. He couldnt tell if the envoys really intended to offer it or if they were trying to sneak it away. The latter seemed more likely.It wouldnt hurt for the mercenaries to offer bribes to the envoys either.As he approached the statue, the amulet vibrated more violently. Even with Johans eyes, he could feel the curse pooling inside.It was ready to spill out at any opportunity and contaminate people. ??Even though he reached out carefully, the curse did not come out. It seemed he had to do something to be afflicted by the curse. Deosam.Johan went to find Deosam lying down. The pagan idol was held in his hand.Where did this thing come from?!Deosam was startled with surprise. He did not expect Johan to bring that thing.A subordinate brought it from plunder. . .
