Otto pushed open the heavy wooden door and stepped inside with light footsteps.
The spacious church was dead silent, with only waves of thunderous snoring echoing through the empty hall.
Following the sound, he saw that the Fat Priest who had stolen the show in the square yesterday was now lying sprawling on the stone floor in front of the statue, sleeping soundly.
Looking at this fat pig still swimming in his dreamland, Otto’s mind automatically began to deduce the good show that was about to take place next.
You must know that yesterday, under the hypnosis of Fenghuang Down, this fat man had distributed all the money he could dig out of the church and all his own belongings to the commoners in the square.
Now, that part of the memory caused by Fenghuang Down was also lost, but as soon as he woke up, facing his empty money box, he would definitely run out and ask people where his money had gone.
And what would the reaction of those commoners who had just made a windfall be when they saw the Fat Priest, who had claimed that trying to grab money again would mean being possessed by a devil, running over to ask for money?
“Oh!
Our great and selfless priest has been possessed by a devil!
Everyone, quickly pick up wooden sticks and beat him!
Return the great priest to us!
You money-grubbing demon!”
“Wouldn’t that require holy flames to wake him up [chuckle] [chuckle]”
Just by imagining that scene in his mind, Otto couldn’t help covering his mouth and chuckling softly.
The folk customs of the Middle Ages were quite simple and honest, especially when it came to defending one’s wallet; people would definitely strive to be the first.
With a pleasant mood of watching the fun, Otto stepped forward and gave the pile of fat a light, moderate kick with his toe.
“Hey, wake up, Mr.
Priest, the sun is already shining on your butt.”
The Fat Priest smacked his lips and somewhat laboriously forced open those mung-bean eyes squeezed into the fleshy folds.
His brain was still a bit murky, and through his blurred vision, he only saw an exceptionally wealthy-looking handsome youth with blonde hair and blue eyes standing in front of him.
Looking at this man who clearly looked extremely rich, the Fat Priest’s professional instinct, carved deep into his bones, instantly triggered.
He was just about to pile up a flattering smile and start his daily money-grubbing pitch, but before he could speak, Otto took the lead and spoke first.
Otto forcibly suppressed the smile overflowing from the corners of his mouth and quickly put on an expression filled with admiration and emotion.
“Oh!
Merciful priest!
Please accept my highest respect!” Otto clasped his hands in front of his chest, his tone as excited as if he were reciting poetry, “Your feat in the square yesterday is simply a miracle of the Lord among mortals!
You actually unselfishly distributed all your wealth and all your savings to those poor people!
Your golden spirit is truly so touching!”
“Ah?”
The Fat Priest’s somewhat dizzy brain, upon hearing the keywords “wealth,” “distribute,” and “all to the poor,” instantly felt like a basin of ice water had been poured over him, waking him up completely.
What the hell?
My money?
Given completely to those bottom-feeder people?!
What an international joke!
I’d rather throw the money into the moat just to hear a splash than give a single cent to that bunch of mud-legs!
The smile on the Fat Priest’s face abruptly froze, and he subconsciously raised both hands.
At this look, he was struck as if by lightning.
Gone!
Those three large gold rings that blinded people’s eyes, which he wore on his thick fingers, were all gone!
Not even a trace was left!
“No…
impossible…”
The Fat Priest let out a scream like a slaughtered pig, and then he showed an astonishing explosive power that completely did not match his body type.
This two-hundred-plus-pound meatball leaped up from the ground with incredible agility, scrambling and rolling as he rushed toward the huge donation box beside the altar.
Clang!
The lid of the wooden box was brutally pried open by him.
Empty.
Not even a rusted penny was left; it was so clean that even a thief seeing it would feel compelled to donate money.
Immediately afterward, he ran madly behind the altar, lifted a concealed stone slab, and checked his personal money box of many years.
It was also completely empty, washed cleaner than his face.
Otto stood aside, watching the fat man’s smooth-flowing, parkour-like movements, and couldn’t help sighing inwardly: When a person faces bankruptcy, they really can awaken the potential deep within their soul.
It’s truly a waste of talent for this fat man not to go run the 100-meter hurdles.
At this moment, looking at the empty money box, the Fat Priest was stunned for a few seconds, seriously suspecting whether he had drank inferior ale last night and suffered a blackout, or if he still hadn’t woken up.
But the real wooden touch at his fingertips told him that all of this was real.
The next second, endless anger erupted like a volcano in his chest.
“It’s all gone!
It’s all gone!”
The Fat Priest hugged his head with both hands, his facial features twisting together from heartache and anger, looking quite creepy.
“My money!
That’s all my money!
Those damned commoners!
Those filthy bugs!
How dare they take my money!”
He roared hysterically, his eyes bloodshot and saliva flying everywhere.
With that gnashing-of-teeth expression, wishing he could devour human flesh raw, there was not a shred of a clergyman’s mercy left—he was simply a vicious ghost crawling out of hell.
Watching the fat man’s wonderful performance of impotent rage, Otto shouted “Good, good, good” in his heart while silently taking two steps back, terrified of being splattered by the flying saliva onto his clothes.
Right at this moment, the familiar, crisp electronic sound rang in Otto’s mind.
[Ding!
Triggered side quest: Devil]
[Quest Details: Oh!
Look at this poor priest.
Yesterday he just awakened his own golden spirit, and today he is actually possessed by an evil devil!
He even wants to take back the money given to the poor people!
Please, kind and righteous traveler, loudly call the people over to perform an exorcism!
For God!]
“I thought it was a personality-correction punch, directly beating (brainwashing it so it’s still usable) this evil away [chuckle].”
[Quest Reward: 160 coins.]
Looking at the prompt on the panel, Otto’s eyes instantly lit up.
Oh my, this is truly someone sending a pillow right when you want to sleep!
Originally, he had just come with the mindset of looking for fun to appreciate the fat man’s wonderful face-acting after bankruptcy, but he didn’t expect the system to be so sensible, delivering a draw’s worth of funds right to his mouth.