At midnight, the dark curtains hang in the dim starry sky. The blazing bonfire was blowing with the breeze, making sparse sounds, and occasionally there would be unconcealed pain.

Stepping on the soft grass, Abuda slightly tidied up his black cloak and walked out and fell into the quiet caravan camp.

No matter how reluctant I feel to the wealth and members accumulated in recent years, as long as others are there, everything has hope and hope of rising again.

After Abuda looked up at the waning moon in the night, he slowly lowered his head, holding the golden badge given by the Temple of Wealth in his hand, and a faint golden light flowed.

Every trade caravan hanging under the name of the Temple of Wealth will receive a badge engraved with the Goddess of Wealth, symbolizing the protection of the Temple of Wealth.

The price is 30% of the wealth obtained by each trade.

"May the goddess of wealth bless the devout believers!" Abuda whispered in a low voice, his face pale.

He never believed so firmly in the goddess of wealth, and in the fuzzy goddess with a high golden crown engraved on the front.

Because at dusk, something strange happened in the camp, and several mercenaries and followers who were infected suddenly died.

He died in a very terrifying way.

The green pustules covered with the body scratched and rolled to the ground in pain, and the smell of stench spread in the air.

[Intermediate Spell: Fading]!

Riding on the moonlight, Abuda reluctantly used a spell scroll he collected.

The light blue magic energy wrapped around Abuda's figure and gradually merged with the surrounding environment. If you don't look carefully, you can't tell whether there is a person standing there.

Abuda quietly took out a few alert sentry spots, looking slightly relaxed.

Looking back at the camp under the moonlight, in a trance, I seemed to see a silent green beast with saliva dripping from the corners of my mouth, trying to devour all the caravans.

In addition to being shocked, he hurriedly left the camp, but did not find anyone following him silently.

"The believers of the Temple of Wealth have a way!"

"Is this going to abandon everything? Go to Valoran alone? Fortunately I have noticed it."

"So, how about bringing me one!"

The night is mottled, the pale moonlight flows, and the thin footprints crush the grass.

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"The believers of the Temple of Wealth ask for help?"

In the simple camp, there is a stone room affiliated to the Temple of Wealth.

Isda seemed to sense something, frowned slightly, and was engraved with the golden badges given to the nominal trading caravan, and the fluctuations came from outside the camp.

"It's a bit difficult to deal with now!" Isda knew that the main and the secondary were clear, Valoran was the master, and the Temple of Wealth was the guest.

It would be fine if the plague was not infected, so you can bring him in, but if you get infected...

etc!

Isda's eyes flashed with inexplicable emotions, sometimes hesitating, sometimes entangled, sometimes firm.

Finally, he left the room quietly in a black robe.

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The dry blood-colored plain reflected some starlight, and Abuda stood quietly in place. The effect of [middle-level spell: Fading] has not yet dissipated, and he is hiding under the night sky.

A quiet atmosphere slowly descended, and he looked at the brightly lit stone camp not far away, and his mood surged.

He was waiting, the badge of wealth had been touched, and I wonder if anyone would come.

It's just that it's a bit long, have you given up?

"Damn it, I shouldn't have handed so many golden shields to the Temple of Wealth. Isn't it useless at critical moments?" A manic mood appeared on Abuda's face.

But he still had self-control and did not make a sound. His clenched fists contracted in his black cloak.

Suddenly, Abuda raised his head, as if he could hear the sound of steps, his eyes trembled, he slightly let go of his fists, and stood and waited with a respectful look.

"My Lord always watches the believers, don't give up on faith!" A gentle voice came out of the night.

The moonlight poured down, and a figure wearing a black robe could be seen walking.

Abuda saw the face of the visitor, respectfully lowered his head, and praised, "The light of my Lord shines on me."

"Abuda says hello to you, Bishop Isda!"

"I have heard of you, gentleman Abuda, the first trader to follow my master's footsteps and move towards Valoran's leader!" Isda said with a smile, nodded and nodded.

"And your eldest son, very good, have the chance to become a Preparatory Templar Knight."

"So, do you need any help when you use the wealth badge this time?"

"I want to go back to Valoran!" Abuda looked at Bishop Isda and said firmly. "If possible, I want to lead my business group together..."

Isda raised his right hand, signaled him to stop and said with a gentle smile: "Of course, it's just...I need to do a test!"

As if he remembered something, his eyes wandered around his surroundings: "Did you come alone?"

"Yes, Bishop Isda." Abuda looked puzzled, but said honestly.

"I have some words that are not convenient for extra people to hear..." Isda smiled gently, and the coldness in his eyes flashed away.

"Get out!"

He looked at some shadowy place, and the dazzling golden light flashed in the palm of his hand.

[Intermediate Spell: The Hand of the Mage]!

The light golden handprint appeared out of thin air more than ten meters away, grabbing hard in the shadow land, and the surging magic energy suddenly ignited.

"Wait, Bishop Isda, I am willing to be a believer in the Temple of Wealth..." A big belly suddenly appeared from the shadow, and his panicked pale face was covered in cold sweat.

"I am willing to contribute the wealth of the caravan..."

[Intermediate level magic: Light of punishment]!

A dim golden sword condensed in the night sky, and then turned into sharp light, slashing at the figure that was peeping and hiding.

"No!!!"

Before the shrill sound could be heard, it was completely annihilated in the golden sword.

The cold wind blew, awakening Abuda, who was trembling in his heart at this moment, and he recognized the big belly figure.

It was the guy who made things difficult for him in front of everyone before dusk.

Is this a warning? Or a threat?

"Okay, now we can have a good conversation!" Isda looked at the smart middle-aged man in front of him, clearly seeing the cold sweat on his forehead, and said with a relaxed expression.

"I would like to explain to you a few more words, because there is a plague spreading in the western part of Yinsong Province, so I need to do a test!"

"Plague? How is it possible? We didn't see any signs of the spread of the plague!" Abuda exclaimed, and fear in his heart appeared.

Plague is not only a troubling task for nobles and temples.

For ordinary people, especially caravans and mercenaries who run outside all year round, they are synonymous with disasters.

The family may be destroyed!

"No, you saw it!" Isda looked gentle, and his words were inexplicably sound, soothing Abuda's emotions in front of him.

Hu~hu~huhu!

Abuda gasped, remembering the scenes that took place in the camp at dusk, the broken dark green pustules, and the tragic dead mercenaries and followers.

"No, no, then...is it really... a plague?" Abuda raised his head, looked at Bishop Isda in front of him, and said helplessly.

He hopes to get a negative conclusion, but...

"What you see is the spreading plague!" Isda nodded slightly and said in a deep voice.

Cold words completely break the fantasy of believers in the Temple of Wealth.

A faint golden light covered his right hand and gently placed it on Abuda's shoulder: "I'm sorry, you have been with those infected with the plague for too long and have been infected!"

"The plague that broke out this time is difficult to disperse directly. You need to go to the temple to make it possible..."

He lied.

A slightly infected plague can be forcibly dispelled with divine techniques. Only those who are infected deeply need to go to the temple.

"Save me...Save me...Biedo Isda, please...Save me, I can donate all the wealth in my name!"

Abuda's tone was filled with pity, his once smart face became pale and weak, and turbid tears dripped down his cheeks with blood-red grassland.

"Woooooo...Woooooo...I don't want to die..."

Isda had a gentle smile on his face and looked at the superb performance in front of him. Oh, it should be said that it was a "cathologizing" with his own emotions.

"Make a deal!"

"The Temple of Wealth wants to make a deal with you."

“About the plague, about your family.”

"For example, your eldest son, I heard that he is a devout believer in the Temple of Wealth, maybe the position of the Knight of the Temple is really suitable for him."

Silence permeated, gradually eliminating the movements around him.

The pale and weakness on Abuda's face disappeared, and the tears slowly wiped away. He stared at Isda calmly, and a wisp of flame burned in his heart.

"How can I trust you!"

He did not refuse, nor did he have the right to refuse, and the might and terrible temple of wealth in the Grand Duchy of Tambefas was far beyond everyone's imagination.

As a businessman who has lived in the Grand Duchy of Tambefas for decades, Abuda is very clear about this.

Otherwise, they would not be a believer in the Temple of Wealth. They would be extremely respectful to "distribute" 30% of the wealth they earned in every trade.

"Construct a contract in the name of my Lord!" Isda suddenly smiled, this time she was really smiling, smiling from the bottom of her heart.

The tasks arranged by Ambomian are about to be completed!

"make a deal!"
Chapter completed!