This job must be done, and it must be done brilliantly!
Ignoring the Fat Priest, who was still barking crazily and smashing things in front of the statue to vent, Otto made a dexterous turn and walked quickly to the ajar main door of the church.
He took a deep breath, gathered his Dantian energy, and used the volume he used for song-leading during college military training to shout loudly toward the bustling street outside the church:
“Bad news!
Everyone, come quickly!”
“That kind and great priest from yesterday!
He has been possessed by a devil!”
“A devil has occupied his body and is going crazy inside the church!
That demon is even clamoring to take back all the money distributed to everyone yesterday!”
“Come quickly!
Come wake up the Lord’s apostle!
Never let the devil take your money away!”
Otto’s words were extremely precise, repeatedly emphasizing words like “devil,” “going crazy,” and “taking back money.”
Inside the door, the Fat Priest was completely immersed in the grief and anger of zeroed-out wealth and didn’t hear what the blonde youth outside the door was shouting about at all.
But when the commoners outside heard this, the pot instantly exploded.
What the heck?
The great money-distributing priest was possessed by a devil?
That doesn’t matter!
What matters is that that devil actually wants to take back the money distributed to us yesterday?!
This is intolerable!
The money that entered my pocket, even if God comes, don’t even think about taking it away!
“If God really came…
He probably feels that even a money-grubbing noble should take out a portion of money and show it.”
On the street, a man chopping firewood abruptly threw his axe onto the ground, casually picked up a thick wooden stick, and shouted righteously: “Let’s go!
The merciful priest just relieved us yesterday, how can he be so pitifully possessed by a ghost today?
This money-grubbing devil actually wants to take back our money!
Brothers, follow me!”
Another man selling vegetables didn’t hesitate at all, picking up his vegetable-carrying pole and following along: “That’s right!
The priest is too pitiful!
We must beat that greedy devil out!”
“Down with the devil!
Protect the priest!”
Just like that, it spread from ten to a hundred.
In less than two minutes, a hundred-man army composed of blacksmiths, farmers, and peddlers swarmed toward the grand cathedral in a mighty, murderous tide, armed with wooden sticks, pitchforks, and manure scoops.
And as the instigator who triggered the event, he had long since retired with success, sneaking to a safe corner on the outside of the church, crossing his arms, and preparing to enjoy the good show he had directed himself.
“Charge!”
The angry crowd kicked open the church doors and poured in like a tide.
As soon as they rushed in, they saw the Fat Priest with a red face and a ferocious expression, hugging the empty money box in impotent rage, while continuously cursing the filthy commoners.
This terrifying, man-eating appearance, seen through the eyes of the crowd, was simply the devil himself!
The leading man roared: “Everyone, look!
The priest’s face is twisted!
Let’s go!
Beat the devil out of the priest’s body!”
Seeing the crowd swarming in with weapons in hand, the Fat Priest shuddered all over, his anger instantly turning into fear.
“Ah!
What are you doing!
Do you scumbags want to rebel?
I’m going to call the guards!” the fat man screamed in terror, retreating repeatedly.
The leading stalwart man sneered: “Oh, everyone listen!
This demon can still sophisicate!
He wants to scare us in the guise of the priest!
Brothers, hit hard!
Only pain can make the devil leave the priest’s body!”
The fat man still wanted to struggle and intimidate the crowd, but suddenly a few men wearing leather armor squeezed out from the crowd and shouted: “Everyone don’t be afraid!
We are the guards!
The priest is possessed by a devil, let’s beat him together!”
Good grief, even the guards in charge of public order had lined up to receive money yesterday, and at this moment, they were taking the lead at the front line.
“Beat him!”
Everyone swarmed forward, clubs, carrying poles, and shoe soles raining down on the Fat Priest’s thick, solid flesh.
“Ouch!
Stop hitting!
I’m a priest!”
“Help!
My money…
Ouch!”
The Fat Priest hugged his head and rolled back and forth on the ground, desperately trying to explain, but amidst the crowd’s passionate “exorcism” wave, his wails were completely drowned out.
Whether you are possessed by a devil or not, we don’t know, but if you dare to take back the money given to us, then today even if you are Satan descended to earth, you’ll still have to take a couple of slaps before leaving!
Standing outside the door watching the show, Otto listened to the screams and the dull thuds of clubs hitting flesh coming from inside, and nodded with satisfaction.
[Ding!
Side quest completed.]
[Reward: 160 coins has been distributed.]
Listening to the system’s wonderful prompt tone, Otto straightened his purple high-collar coat.
Then he slowly raised his right hand, pointed it consecutively four times at his chest in an up-down-left-right sequence, drawing a cruciform gesture belonging to no religion in this world.
“Draw a ‘Z’ on the back of your left hand with your right hand, may the Black God cleanse your pitch-black soul [chuckle]”
“May The Fool guide you, Amen.”