Otto stepped out of the comfortable carriage this time, naturally not because his brain went sick and he wanted to breathe the natural urine stench of the Middle Ages, but to find a place to field-test the newly drawn “false face gloves”.
However, walking on the muddy streets of Tintagel Castle, Otto immediately faced a severe problem — he was too conspicuous.
To put it without exaggeration, Otto now looked like a glowing golden peacock walking into a chicken coop, attracting the gazes of passersby at all times.
After all, in this era of widespread malnutrition and sallow, thin faces, a fair and upright handsome hunk was already shocking enough, let alone a tall, rich, and handsome man wearing a high-end purple jacket.
Creatures like tall, rich, and handsome men possessed absolute privileges in any era and parallel universe, just like how anime magical girls were stared at wherever they went.
“What are you looking at?
Have you never seen Daniel Wu?” Although Otto maintained an aristocratic, elegant, and calm smile on the surface, his heart was already so embarrassed that his toes were about to dig out a three-bedroom apartment in the soles of his shoes.
Being stared at by a group of big men and village women who hadn’t bathed in days with gazes that seemed as if they wanted to swallow him alive, this feeling was really shameful, okay!
Because there were many eyes and ears in the city, Otto obviously couldn’t snap his fingers casually to use air bullets, so he decided to first find a place with a fire source to test flame control.
Twisting and turning along the streets, accompanied by crisp blacksmithing sounds, Otto came to the front of an open-air blacksmith shop.
A muscular, bearded blacksmith was waving a hammer, and the charcoal fire in the stove was burning vigorously.
“I choose you.”
Otto stopped in his footsteps, pretending to admire the blacksmith’s craftsmanship on the side, and quietly pulled out that pure black leather glove from his pocket and put it on his left hand.
The leather on the back of the glove still looked like there were bugs slightly wriggling, looking a bit sanity-dropping, but Otto endured the discomfort and mobilized a trace of weak magic power in his body.
He hid his gloved left hand in his cuff and gently hooked his finger at the blacksmith shop’s furnace.
Whoosh——!
The furnace fire that was originally just burning normally was like being blown fiercely by an invisible blower, and the flames instantly surged more than one meter high, the tongues of fire twisting bizarrely in mid-air as if they had gained life.
Fortunately, the blacksmith was intently looking elsewhere, and the surrounding passersby didn’t pay attention to this blacksmith shop either.
Otherwise, if someone saw the flames suddenly surge one meter high, they would guarantee to shout that a divine miracle had descended in the next second.
“It is quite useful after all.” Otto retracted his magic power with satisfaction, and the flames instantly returned to normal.
To say the least about this move, using it against ordinary people was definitely a dimensional reduction strike.
Unless it was at sea or on a rainy day, otherwise in the Middle Ages, an era where medical standards basically relied on prayer, the damage of flames was fatal.
Burning for one second was excruciating, and burning for a few seconds was a death sentence.
Modern people could still be rushed into the ICU for rescue after being burned, but in ancient times, if one was severely burned by a big fire, the family could basically start preparing to pick a graveyard with good feng shui, and the patient themselves could also try to commit suicide to end this long suffering.
Otto strolled forward with a good mood, wanting to see if there was any other fun in this castle, or a place where he could safely use other abilities.
As he walked, his field of vision suddenly opened up, and a magnificent large stone cathedral appeared in the center of the square.
Just as Otto raised his head to look at this cathedral, the punchable electronic voice in his mind sounded again.
[Ding!
Triggered side quest: Pious Believer]
[Quest details: As a once dazzling bishop (?), how can you pass by the door of the cathedral without entering, and not pray when looking at the holy hall?
Go ahead, Lord Bishop, push open that door, and fully unleash your shadow-emperor-level acting skills!]
[Quest reward: 320 gold coins.]
Seeing this string of prompts, Otto’s eyelids twitched fiercely.
[System, do you have some major illness?
I am not Green-tuo, what the hell am I going in to pray for!] Otto cursed inwardly.
But cursing aside, looking at the tempting reward of “320 gold coins”, Otto’s body still reacted honestly.
Not taking money when it’s there makes one a pure fool!
For gacha, let alone praying, as long as the money is in place, going in to perform magic tricks was not out of the question.
Otto took a deep breath, tidied the wrinkles on his clothes, put on a compassionate and holy expression, pushed open the heavy wooden door, and walked into the large cathedral.
As soon as he entered, he didn’t feel any holy aura, but instead smelled a strong mixture of poor-quality incense and body odor.
In front of the statue in the very center of the cathedral, a big fat man wearing gorgeous clergy robes was kneeling on a cushion, murmuring and doing a “pious” prayer.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, the big fat man turned his head.
The moment he saw Otto, that fat man immediately revealed a seemingly gentle smile.
However, this smile, matched with his greasy pig face where the fat was piled up so much that his eyes were almost invisible, looked quite terrifying under the dim candlelight.
Looking at this person, Otto only felt his stomach churning wildly; this person was simply more obscene than a frog’s urine.
Across from him, the Fat Priest, the moment he saw Otto, narrowed his pair of mung bean eyes immediately, flashing a light named “greed”.
This expensive outfit, this superior temperament, this was definitely a filthy rich high noble!
The Fat Priest instantly bounced up from the ground like a meatball, took mincing steps to greet him, drew a cross on his chest with both hands, and spoke flatteringly:
“Oh, may the Lord bless you!
This generous and noble gentleman, you must also be a pious Christian, right?
Since you have come to the Lord’s hall, would you like to donate some coins to the almighty Lord for the sake of your soul?”
Saying this, the Fat Priest’s finger, as thick as a carrot, blatantly pointed at a huge wooden money box beside them.
Otto looked along his finger, and glanced again at the three blinding, thick gold rings worn on the fat man’s hand, only wanting to sneer coldly in his heart.
Donate money to the Lord?
If I throw this money in, the Lord probably wouldn’t even hear the sound of a single copper coin, it would all fucking go into your dead fat man’s private pocket!
Otto decisively shook his head, the smile on his face still elegant, but his tone exuded a coldness that kept people a thousand miles away: “Sorry Father, what I believe in is not Christ.”
Hearing this, the fat man was slightly stunned, seeming a bit confused, but in this day and age, although heretics were unappealing, gold coins had no distinction of faith!
As long as money could be squeezed, who cares what you believe in!
“Oh, it doesn’t matter!” The Fat Priest’s thick skin was comparable to a city wall, continuing to wear that hypocritical smile, “This gentleman, even if you are not a Christian, the Lord’s mercy is broad, you can still donate, and the Lord will likewise protect your wealth!”
Damn, is this guy refusing to be polite?
Trying to force a sale on me?
Although Otto was still maintaining a gentle smile on the surface, his heart had already started calculating whether to snap his fingers and fire an air bullet to blow this fat pig’s head off, considering it as eliminating a public hazard.
But reason told him that the quest was not yet completed, and turning hostile now wouldn’t get him those 320 gold coins.
[Hold it in, for the sake of gacha.]
Otto gently shook his head, suddenly having a flash of inspiration, and thought of an excellent script.
Since the system only required “prayer” and “acting skills”, then he would put on a good act for him.
He crossed his hands in front of his chest, slightly raised his head, and his gaze became profound and pious, as if piercing through the cathedral’s dome and seeing the endless starry sky.
Immediately afterward, Otto chanted slowly in an ethereal, deep voice:
“The god I believe in is named The Fool.”
“The Fool that does not belong to this era, the mysterious ruler above the gray fog, the King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck.”
Otto earlier purely wanted to prank this money-grubbing fat man, and incidentally play a meme to satisfy his urge as a quack priest.
Who would have known, as soon as he finished chanting these three honorific names, a crisp prompt tone rang out in his mind.
[Ding!
Side quest completed.]
[Reward: 320 gold coins have been issued.]
This counts too?
Otto was wildly joyful in his heart; the system was indeed just a emotionless judging machine.
As long as he acted like a believer, who cares whose honorific name he was chanting.
Meanwhile, the Fat Priest standing opposite was completely dumbfounded at this moment.
Fat man:???
What Fool?
What gray fog?
What kind of heretical nonsense was this person chanting?
Since when did Cornwall have an extra evil god that sounded so poor and shabby?
“Th…
this gentleman, your words are blasphemy…” The Fat Priest just wanted to put on the dignity of a member of the clergy, to discipline this heretic, and by the way extort more hush money.
Since the quest was already completed and the gold coins had arrived in his account, Otto naturally wouldn’t spoil this Father gentleman who looked like a pig anymore.
The piety on Otto’s face instantly vanished without a trace, replaced by a sneer.
“Sorry Father, my god just told me that fools should not be allowed to keep chattering in this world.”
Otto slowly raised his right hand, and the magic power in his body began to circulate.
A precision Rubik’s cube emitting golden light instantly appeared in his palm, and subsequently disintegrated and reorganized.
“Void Archives, Mimicry——Fenghuang Down!”
Accompanied by Otto’s whisper, amidst the golden light, a feather exuding the luster of gold slowly fluttered down into the air.
The Fat Priest’s pair of greedy little eyes, the moment they contacted that golden feather, saw his pupils dilate violently, and the whole person stood stupidly in place as if his soul had been sucked out.