Chapter 013 [Illumination], Change of Faith

The prepared [Blood-Boiling Potion] can greatly increase the knight's combat power in a short period of time, but it leaves him weak for half a day afterwards, which is of little use to the current Gawain.

However, the value is not low and can be sold for many golden dragons.

Gawain nodded and said: "Yes, it is indeed a mutant herb."

"That...that..."

Old John rubbed his hands together, a little eagerly.

"then!"

Gawain casually threw a silver deer over: "The Clover family must learn what they preach!"

"Your generosity is admirable."

After watching Old John drive away in the donkey cart, Gawain was about to go back to the house to continue his liver-cracking, when he found the tall and thin Alba coming in a hurry with an ugly look on his face. He welcomed Alba into the yard and said strangely:

"Uncle Alba, why are you here?"

"Mr. Gawain, something happened."

Alba didn't even notice Gawain's strange behavior, and said solemnly: "The gangsters came to the herbal shop just now, nailed the bill on the counter with a dagger, and ordered us to hand over two silver deer within three days, and also made some threats. "

"Two silver coins..."

Gawain thought Sauron had noticed him, and he was relieved when he heard this.

Although he is not afraid of gangsters now, he doesn't want to cause trouble. Time is mine. When he inherits the church's inheritance, the gangsters can be wiped out. However, he did not show it and asked:

"What's your name?"

"Cleaning fee."

"Oh!"

Gawain sneered and said directly: "Then give it to them, and the money will be deducted from the store's account."

Alba was stunned and reminded:

"Those are two silver deer."

"Well, you're the boss."

Seeing that Gawain had made up his mind, Alba shrugged helplessly.

Gawain said casually: "How is the sales in the herbal shop?"

"The sales are pretty good. This week, we sold more than forty hemostatic decoctions, a dozen analgesic decoctions, a few birth control decoctions and antipyretic decoctions. Most of the hemostatic and analgesic decoctions were sold to Yuanlai Lujiao. The total income of the town’s caravans and fleets is around four silver deer.”

"Excluding the business tax and the atonement scrolls sold by the church, as well as the extortion and herbal medicine costs of the militia, there should be a profit of two silver deer. If we also include the blackmail of the gang..."

"All right!"

Gawain knew in his heart that the herbal shop was indeed profitable, but it couldn't stand up to the wolves around it. No wonder Old Huot had worked hard for decades and only saved up a dozen gold dragons.

However, there is no way to make money.

The ancestor's notes record a [Fish Potion], which is a special potion that can prevent precious fish from dying for a short time after leaving the water. It is a treasure for nobles who like to eat seafood and is extremely valuable.

It's a pity that although Lujiao Town is close to the sea, it is very remote. There are no big nobles living there, and the market demand is not high. It can only be sold to caravans from far away at a low price. If it were placed in a big city where nobles are everywhere.

He can make a lot of money just by relying on this one potion.

What's even more troublesome is that the main ingredient of this medicine is Houttuynia cordata that grows on the seabed. Only a few fishermen with extremely high water quality have the opportunity to pick it, and the refining process is quite cumbersome.

Even if Old Holt is resurrected, the success rate is probably not high.

"never mind!"

Gawain shook his head, driving away the thought of refining fish potion, and said as if nothing had happened: "By the way, Uncle Alba, now you and Aunt Marian still go to church to pray every day?"

"Yes, as long as there is nothing serious, we will walk there every morning, and sometimes we can taste the church's pea soup. Goddess above, it is really delicious." Alba looked obsessed and gestured in the direction of the church. He made a gesture of praise, looking like a devout believer.

Gawain looked at Alba with pity in his eyes.

After thinking about it, I decided to help the Alba couple. If they wait until the death of the goddess of life, the couple will most likely be taken away in a wave.

He pondered for a moment and had an idea in his mind: "Uncle Alba, what do you think if I let you and Aunt Marian convert to the [God of Time]?"

"Absolutely impossible!"

Alba shook his head vigorously and said in an exaggerated tone: "I admit that although the God of Time is equally noble, my faith in the Goddess of Life is as unshakable as the Huascaran Snow Mountain."

Gawain touched his chin: "What if I pay a golden dragon?"

"What??"

Alba was stunned for a moment, his whole figure seemed to be messy in the wind. After five full breaths, he gradually came back to his senses and said in a trembling voice:

"Little Gawain, are you...are you serious?"

"yes!"

Gawain nodded seriously, and Alba grabbed his thin shoulders excitedly, stared at him and said, "No...little Gawain, you can't do this, how can you do this?"

"Uncle Alba, now...it's time to tell me the answer." Gawain twisted his shoulders and easily broke away from Alba's hands, saying with a serious expression.

Alba took two steps back, held his head with his hands, and showed struggle:

"I... maybe I should discuss it with Marianne..."

"No, I want to know the answer now, Alba, do you want to continue to believe in the goddess, or do you want to convert to the God of Time?"

"I...I..."

Alba's voice was dry, and he finally lowered his head and replied in an almost inaudible voice:

"I want the golden dragon!"

"Uncle Alba, remember your reply. After I confirm that you and Aunt Marian have converted to the God of Time, I will pay a gold dragon. You can take this silver deer as a deposit. Remember, the Clover Family will keep their word!"

Gawain laughed like a little devil. He threw a silver deer and returned to the bedroom.

The silver deer was like a hot potato, directly crushing the tall and thin Alba. He sat on the ground and covered his face with his hands in pain:

"Oh my God, what have I done!!"

"I actually betrayed the goddess for a gold dragon. I... I will go to hell, but... but that seems... it seems to be a long, long time in the future..."

......

Compared to other gods, the God of Time is a rare good god and the third fallen god. Even in the face of life and death crisis, He still chose to give his believers a way out.

This is also the reason why the Alba couple converted to the God of Time.

You know.

"The unbelievers" are aliens in the present. Even bounty hunters and wandering knights will choose to become pan-believers of the God of War.

However, the fall of the God of Time will still have a serious impact.

At that time, the world of Pandora will completely let go of itself. The cold wind of the Vascaran Snow Mountain can blow all the way to the Crimson Coast, and the warm wind of the Saraje Sea can blow all over the Far North City.

At that time, day and night are reversed, the four seasons are unpredictable, a summer can last for three years, and a winter can even last for more than ten years. Everyone lives in dire straits.

This... should also be considered one of the disadvantages of the fall of the gods.

......

Three days later, at the end of the month, the church sent a knight to collect the donation. Seeing that he could not avoid it, Gawain had to offer the only three silver deer on his body. Fortunately, the knight did not make it difficult for Gawain and left after taking the silver deer.

Two days later, Gawain analyzed [Illumination] again, included it in the panel, and upgraded it to level 1. Then he spent three days to completely engrave the rune in the spiritual world.

"Quack, quack~~"

Early in the morning, Gawain wanted to sleep in for a rare time, but when the sky just got light, he was awakened by the cries outside the window.

"Damn little thing!"

Gawain cursed inwardly, got out of bed in his coarse pajamas, slapped his forehead with his hand, and suddenly a light half a foot above his head lit up, like a light bulb, and the originally dim bedroom immediately became bright.

"Flutter~~"

He stretched out his hand to push open the window, and five crows landed on the windowsill impatiently, waiting to be fed one by one.