Chapter 284: Listening to the Oracle

Anthony's papal carriage was set up in the disaster area, and in front of it was the temporary settlement for disaster victims. There were at least 300,000 disaster victims settled at the junction of this river valley plain and the forest, and more disaster victims heard the news and dragged their families to rush here.

Some people said Anthony was crazy. He, a dignified acting Pope, ran to such a messy and dirty place. The food was not good, there were many messy jobs, it was not elegant at all, it was smelly everywhere, and he couldn't sleep well at night.

Those who said this were people in Anthony's guard legion. Although most of the guard legion were carefully selected by Anthony and loyal, many were actually nobles and landlords who had been pampered since childhood. It was no problem to let them point fingers, but it was inevitable to attract many complaints when letting them do it themselves.

But Anthony was busy all day, and such complaints didn't reach his ears.

In the past thousand years, every once in a while, a pro-people archbishop would appear in the eastern diocese, or called Anxini, or Anbeini, etc., and their style of work was about the same.

With these examples, everyone complained a few words, but the work that should be done was not less.

The relief of famine is most important to maintain food supply, stabilize public sentiment, and distribute fairly. As long as these three points are done well, no matter how many disaster victims there are, it won't be chaotic.

Food supply can fluctuate. After all, eating two meals a day and eating one meal a day won't starve to death, but the distribution must be fair. You can't let the people in front eat two bowls and the people behind eat one bowl, that will definitely be chaotic.

At the same time, let everyone be at ease, let everyone know that someone is caring about them, working hard to provide disaster relief, everyone endure a little longer, and they will definitely be able to overcome the difficulties.

The best way to make disaster victims at ease is to see the archbishop who is usually high above, the acting Pope, appear at the scene and keep bringing more food.

So whenever Anthony had time, he would come to the settlement to get busy. It was not just a show. After all, he was also an archbishop, and behind him stood a main god who didn't treat divine power as money, so purification techniques and cleansing techniques were used casually without money.

So he looked for those injured disaster victims everywhere and treated them personally.

That continuous holy light, that wound healing at a speed visible to the naked eye under the Cleansing Technique, that drinking water that was dirty and caked but became clear and transparent under the Purification Technique, that face scratched, burned, and spotted, but restored to its original state under the Cleansing and Spot-Removing Technique, and even younger faces, all told of miracles.

God's grace is vast.

Every day is like holding a prayer meeting, and continuous soul flames were dedicated to Anthony. Of course, these soul flames were all diverted to Ang.

If the gods of Light were still alive, they would definitely be puzzled at this moment: The business is quite good, why is there no account?

As long as the food supply on Ang's side can be maintained, Anthony can ensure that the entire disaster relief work can run smoothly. After surviving this winter, when next year's planting season arrives, these hundreds of thousands of people will become precious labor, no longer a burden.

At that time, he took advantage of the disaster year to purchase various production materials at a low price, such as plows, hoes, farmland, etc., which could come in handy. After growing food, pay off various debts, and then distribute dividends.

If there is any surplus, it will be distributed to the disaster victims, and various daily necessities will be prepared. When the disaster victims have money in their hands, they will have money to consume, and various businesses can be started.

Hundreds of thousands of people will be a large consumer market. Whoever spends more money this year will have more quotas next year.

Operating in this way, merchants get money, nobles get food, disaster victims get relief, local economy is revitalized, and a large number of production materials are purchased at low prices. It is a win-win for many parties.

Negris often complained that Anthony ate both ends. That was not Anthony's ability, just doing it casually.

However, these plans need to be based on the stability of Ang's food supply and no other accidents.

When someone carried a pale patient to him, and then this patient spat out a large pile of bright red mucus in front of him, and he also noticed that many of the disaster victims who carried the patient had unnatural paleness, Anthony knew trouble was coming.

"Save me, save us, Archbishop, Pope, save us." The disaster victims knelt down and crawled over, wanting to hug Anthony's thigh.

"Clang," the loyal guards had already drawn their long swords, holding the disaster victims, not letting them approach, and shouted sternly: "It's a plague, protect the Pope! Everyone retreat, otherwise shoot on the spot."

"Priest, purify!"

"Mage, disperse, protective cover, maintain air pressure!"

"Knights, hold your breath, holy light protects the body, disperse them."

The guards who had always been kind and friendly instantly turned into hedgehogs, and a series of arrangements were unfolded roughly as if they had encountered an assassination.

It was indeed an assassination, even higher than the alert level of assassination, because it was a plague.

Anthony didn't even stop the guards' rough actions, just said helplessly: "Don't hurt anyone."

When seeing the patient spit out that pile of bright red mucus, Anthony knew there was no cure. He had dealt with countless plagues in the past thousand years, but he had never seen such a plague.

Never seen it, representing new. New, representing no ready-made treatment method. No treatment method, representing everyone may be infected.

He has the God of Undead covering him, he can reincarnate and resurrect, at worst reincarnate back to a Black Warrior, but his subordinates cannot.

Under these circumstances, they cannot be required to take care of the disaster victims, move gently, and it is already very good not to hurt anyone.

But the guards' reaction also stimulated the disaster victims. Hearing the plague, everyone panicked, as if a drowning person grabbed a life-saving straw, and it was even more impossible to let Anthony go.

Whoosh, the nearby disaster victims all surged over, driving the disaster victims in the distance who didn't know the truth to surround them. Plus Anthony's order of "don't hurt anyone," they were actually surrounded and couldn't leave.

This made the guards anxious. This is a plague, an invisible and untouchable plague. Staying for one more second has the danger of being infected, but Anthony doesn't let them hurt anyone, and they have no way to kill their way out.

Can only let the mage support the protective cover, the priest continuously performs purification techniques, and at the same time maintains the air pressure inside the protective cover, don't suck the air outside in.

But this definitely cannot last long. The guard leader turned to Anthony anxiously, hoping he would authorize him to kill his way out, but when he looked back, he saw Anthony closing his eyes, as if listening to something.

The guard leader was startled, swallowed his words, then turned back to make a silent gesture to everyone, and whispered: "Don't talk, the Pope is listening to the Oracle."

As if a silence barrier was released, only the word "Oracle" was repeated in a low voice, spreading to the distance. Wherever it went, even those disaster victims quieted down.

Listening to the Oracle? This is a miracle that I haven't seen in a lifetime.

It's a pity that the Oracle is the Oracle, but it's hard to say which god it belongs to.

After a long while, Anthony opened his eyes and immediately saw countless eyes cast on him.

Anthony smiled slightly and pretended to be calm: "Our suffering, the gods have heard, and someone will come to save us soon."

Anthony's words made the entire restless camp quiet down. Not long after, a figure flew from the sky in the distance, and on her back, two huge black light wings were flapping. ===== CHAPTER 285 =====