He saw Philin panting and scrambling as he lifted the curtain and rushed in, the fat on his face trembling violently from excitement.
“Hoo…
hoo…
Hey!
Lord Otto!” Philin gasped heavily while gesturing wildly, “Guess what?
It’s bizarre!
It’s truly ghost-seen!”
“Speak slowly, Mr.
Philin, what happened?” Otto asked while knowing the answer, putting on a calm and collected posture as if Mount Tai collapsed before him without changing his expression.
“The church!
It’s that Fat Priest from the church!” Philin widened his eyes, as if he had seen a ghost, “He suddenly ran to the square in the center of the city and started giving money to the commoners!
And he’s giving away real gold and silver!
I heard from people present that that fatty is notoriously stingy in the city and always looked like a money-grubbing master.
Who would have thought he actually has such a noble heart!
This is simply a miracle!”
After hearing this, Otto suppressed his laughter, the corners of his mouth slightly curving into an arc:
“Mr.
Philin, this is called you cannot judge a book by its cover, just as the sea cannot be measured with a peck.”
Hearing this, Philin suddenly came to a realization and nodded repeatedly: “What the lord says is right!
It’s still Lord Otto who has culture and can see through the essence of the world at a glance!”
“Let’s go.
Since there is such a rare spectacle, we should also go join in the lively fun.”
Otto jumped down from the carriage and patted Philin’s shoulder.
Following the crowded stream of people in the city and traveling a short distance, the two quickly arrived at the central square of Tintagel Castle.
By this time, the square had already been tightly surrounded by commoners who rushed over upon hearing the news, making it even livelier than a festival.
They saw that Fat Priest standing on an abandoned wooden box, holding a large handful of clinking coins and distributing them hand after hand.
While giving out money, his face still carried a nearly fanatical piety, and his mouth constantly shouted: “This is the gift of the Lord!
Praise the Lord!
Take it, my children!” That expression, that tone, was simply nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand times more pious than when he was chanting scriptures in the church before!
“Thank you, Father!
The Father is truly a living saint!”
“Lord, thank you for your messenger!”
The commoners below who received the money were deeply grateful, and some even became so excited that they knelt in the muddy water to kiss the Fat Priest’s shoe uppers.
Otto stood on the periphery, watching this scene, and almost couldn’t hold back his laughter.
This fatty really was a talent; this fanatical state after being hypnotized could practically go win an Oscar for Best Actor.
After a full ten minutes or so, the Fat Priest panted heavily as he finished distributing the very last coin in the cash box.
Considering that this was a group of ravenous medieval commoners who would risk their lives to grab money, this fatty actually managed to take over ten minutes to give away all the money.
One could imagine just how greedy he usually was!
After the money was all given out, the Fat Priest did not step down from the wooden box.
Instead, he took a deep breath, opened his arms, and shouted with all his might toward the crowd in the square:
“Everyone look at me!
Look at me, look at me!”
In fact, his sentence was completely wasted.
After all, having encountered a wealth-dispensing boy scattering money freely in the street, the gazes of the thousands of people in the entire square had long been firmly welded onto him, and blinking felt redundant.
Seeing that everyone had quieted down, the flesh on the Fat Priest’s face trembled, and he roared passionately:
“I’m announcing something!”
“Just a moment ago, I dreamed of the Lord!
The Lord gave me divine revelation!
He told me that wealth is the root of evil, and I must help the commoners!
For the people!”
“Today, I swear to the Lord here!
If I still have the nerve to ask you to donate even a single penny in the future, then I have been possessed by the devil!
Everyone must never believe me; just take wooden sticks and beat me awake!”
This shocking speech echoed across the square.
Looking at the righteous and awe-inspiring Fat Priest before them, except for Otto and Philin, everyone present wore a worshipping expression of “I believe it, this is definitely a saint reincarnated.”
As for Philin, his face was full of disbelief.
As a merchant who had struggled and rolled in the commercial seas, he knew well the principle that a dog cannot stop eating shit.
But the money distributed right before his eyes in genuine gold and silver could not be fake, which plunged him into deep confusion.
Philin turned his head, looking toward the knowledgeable Lord Otto beside him for help, only to find that Otto’s face not only lacked any surprise, but instead carried a smiling expression of knowing it would turn out this way.
Mhm, Lord Otto must be feeling heartfelt joy because there is one more good person in the world!
Philin imagined this in his heart.
“My lord, what kind of situation is this?” Philin scratched his head and asked in a low voice.
Otto reached out, patted Philin’s shoulder earnestly, and said in a gentle tone:
“Oh, don’t make a fuss, my friend.
He has simply awakened his own ‘Golden Spirit’.”
“Let’s go.
The show is over, we should head back.”
666, the author even reads Jujutsu Kaisen, we are soulmates!