Robb's eyes swept across the broken leg of the middle-aged man: "It's very hurt."

The middle-aged woman hurriedly said: "We are both loyal believers of the Illuminati Sect. Please Faren save my husband."

Believe in the light or not, it’s my shit! Robb thought this in his heart, but he didn't say that. There was no need to trouble himself for Kou He. It would be fun to be a priest, wouldn't it?

He put on a glorious and holy expression: "Oh! My children, you have suffered so much, and I am very heartbroken. May God bless you..."

I was thinking of throwing out a healing technique, I suddenly remembered that Xuelu said that seeing him cast magic does not require chanting, and suspecting that he has an artifact to reduce the time of spell chanting. This is not a good misunderstanding, and you don’t have to keep others. Feeling that you have valuables in your possession, what if you provoke some young people who want to come to calculate yourself?

Robb is not afraid of things, but he doesn't like having nothing to cause trouble for himself. Living in an environment of "assassinated" every day, he can't be lazy.

Let's pretend to chant.

He didn't know how the real spells in this world were chanted, so he had to learn Xuelu's spells and said nonsense: "God of Light..." He stopped here, but he didn't even know the name of God of Light. In fact, the game The name of the God of Light was written in the background of the story, but he didn't read the background of the story seriously.

wipe! Forget it, no matter what the name of the God of Light is, I just skipped it, deliberately lowered the volume, and mumbled a few syllables that I could not hear clearly, even if I said the name of God of Light, he continued:" Please listen to my request...Lend the divine power to me temporarily...Fly, healing!"

Seeing the priest chanting the mantras that really matter, the middle-aged woman hurriedly laid her husband flat on the ground, and then hurriedly knelt down and put her hands on her chest, making a pious prayer, and she saw a golden light enveloping it. After removing the middle-aged man's body, his twisted leg instantly returned to its original shape, and his gray face returned to ruddy. Then, the middle-aged man jumped up.

I probably felt that the action of jumping up was very rude. The man just jumped up and immediately knelt down again: "Thanks to the **** of light, thank you for buying Faren."

"Well, well! Get up." Robb began to feel unhappy again, always putting the God of Light before me. Well, but forget it, I am a large number of adults, so I don't care about this little thing with you.

The middle-aged man stood up and handed a few silver coins respectfully with both hands: "Buy Faren, I want to donate these money to the church."

Robb knew that this was paying for the treatment, it was not a donation to the church, he just put it in a better way. But a few silver coins were too lazy to pick up. He smiled and said, "You don't need to donate the money. I want you to do something for the church, okay?"

Of course, the couple dared not say no, and quickly nodded: "It is our honor to contribute to the Bright Holy See."

Robb said: "You can help me go to town and invite plasterers and blacksmiths."

The couple looked at each other, and it took a long time to realize that the priest was pitying the poor, so he was unwilling to collect their money, so he changed his legs with the trivial matter of helping find people. What a benevolence. Ren.

Praise the God of Light, Praise Faren, Praise the world.

The middle-aged man respectfully said: "Buy Faren, the blacksmith does not need to look for it. I am a blacksmith! I will stay here and listen to your instructions. Let my wife find a plasterer for you."

The middle-aged woman respectfully saluted Robb, and then ran to the town's craftsman and plasterer. The blacksmith stayed behind, standing respectfully, ready to listen to Robb's orders.

Robb smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to be a blacksmith, that's good! Are you good at making ironware?"

The blacksmith nodded and said: "Yes, my blacksmithing skills are not bad, no matter how complicated the chain armor, I can make it very perfect."

A smile appeared on Robb's face: "Then now, I want to teach you a very useful knowledge, which can be called a godlike craft, would you like to learn it?"

In fact, Western pastors are often knowledge disseminators. They will spread various technologies and knowledge around the world and recruit believers by spreading this knowledge. Therefore, it is a very common phenomenon for pastors to impart knowledge to the people. Robb’s remarks did not arouse the middle-aged man’s suspicion. Instead, he was overjoyed: "I’m willing! Buy Faren, you will not only help me heal my injuries, but also teach me knowledge, you... you are really an envoy of God. what."

"It's easy to talk about." Robb smiled and said: "First of all, can you make iron pipes?" He gestured with his hands to a thin pipe like a water pipe.

The blacksmith was suddenly embarrassed: "Sorry...no!"

Robb: "Isn't you still saying that you have good skills just now?"

The blacksmith looked embarrassed and said: "Iron pipe is a very advanced technology, usually used to make firecrackers. This is not something that country blacksmiths like me can do. It is a magical skill only mastered by army blacksmiths in the royal capital."

"A superb skill, don't call the iron pipe a superb skill." Robb said: "Now you listen to me, first melt the iron, and then wrap the molten iron on a steel rod and beat it evenly. After it has solidified a little bit, the steel rod in the middle is removed, and an iron pipe is formed."

The blacksmith looked dumbfounded: "Watt? It's that simple?" He thought about it for a few seconds, and then he was overjoyed: "Thank you for buying Faren, thank you so much. This time, I can be as good as an army blacksmith."

Robb said, "I'll ask you again, will you be a faucet?"

"What is a faucet?"

Robb had no choice but to draw a faucet on the ground with a branch and tell the blacksmith how the valve inside was made. This thing is really difficult for such a country blacksmith. After explaining it for a long time, the blacksmith finally understood , But Robb doesn’t know whether this guy can build it successfully. It is estimated that even if he builds it successfully, he will not be precise enough. There will be slight water leakage, but it does not matter. .

"Although this is a bit complicated, I can make it for Faren after careful consideration." The blacksmith respectfully said: "Give me two days, no, three days, it should work."

"Well, you should finish it as soon as possible. The iron pipes need to be hit a few more, and the connection should be very, very long." Robb pointed to the roof of the church and said, "When connected, there is at least one iron pipe that extends from the roof. To the kitchen, there is also a wire that can reach from the roof to the field, and yes, there is also a wire that extends from the roof to the hut. Hmm! Let’s consider these three locations for now. This requires a lot of iron. I am worried about your money. Not enough, there is some money here, you can use it to buy iron."

Not only did Robb not charge the blacksmith's treatment fee, but instead gave him a handful of silver coins.

The blacksmith is simply flattered. He can swear that Mr. Robert is the kindest, most upright, and most benevolent person he has ever seen in his life. There is no one. He is the true messenger of God, possessing perfect qualities.

He knelt down to worship, praised Robb with all the praise he knew, and then left.