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- A dry arm stretched out from the quilt, but his eyes were full of hope;
A layer of pure white light shone on the priest in front of the bed. It first lit up from him, then covered the dry arm with his hand, and extended to the entire body of the owner of the arm.
There was a scream full of joy and satisfaction from the bed, and then the arm seemed to be inflated and returned to the appearance of a normal person, a normal old man, instead of the appearance of dying and about to run out of life.
The old man lifted up the quilt with his arms and sat up. Although he could not be called strong, he was at least similar to a normal old man.
"Bishop Truss, thank you, thank Padalecki for your gift." The old man said with a pious look.
But the priest whom he called Bishop Truss smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Mr. Brad, although I used divine grace to save your life that was close to failure, it cannot last long. You have received divine grace many times. After the treatment of grace, the effect of divine grace is actually decreasing every time. The effect this time is worse than the last time. Your current body is like a water bottle with the cork removed. The water will continue to flow. If it leaks out, Divine Favor will only help you replenish some water, but it will still run out sooner or later.¡±
"Why, how could this happen?" The old man almost jumped up, but he finally considered that his intense exercise would consume his few vitality, which would accelerate him to death, so he restrained himself, just rough Take a few breaths.
But he still waved his hands unwillingly, "Bishop Truss, am I not pious enough? I donate a large amount of money to your church every year. I follow your guidance. I let the whole family, including the employees, Servants and company employees must believe in Pakrik, so why does divine grace gradually lose its effectiveness on me? Could it be that divine magic is as resistant to medicine as it is useless?¡±
Truss frowned and smiled bitterly: "It's not like that, Mr. Brad. I appreciate your contribution to the church, but for the effect of divine grace to be fully realized, it is best for the patient to have true faith, and you."
Truss didn¡¯t say any more and just shook his head.
Mr. Blood in front of him is a well-known wealthy businessman in Yilan County. His first pot of gold came from the Saliva War. However, he was timid at that time and the high elves began to liquidate him. He was so scared that he spent a lot of money to board the A ship, which took several days and nights in the coal storage room, returned to my hometown, and put down my business in the Emerald Continent.
He regretted it afterwards, especially when the name Jimenez later became a famous family, knowing that he might also have such an opportunity.
So after the war broke out in the Bethesda plane, he risked his life to do business there. Even though the west coast of Tamriel was violently attacked and demons attacked from time to time inside the continent, he did not stop.
So, he finally succeeded.
Of course, this kind of success is only relative. If compared with the Jimenez family, he is obviously much worse. But in the eyes of ordinary people, he is a big capitalist and very rich.
But he also thinks he is better than Jimenez. At least there are no unscrupulous descendants in his descendants.
Unlike Rand Jimenez, not only did he not inherit the Jimenez family's business, but he became a lawyer and often litigated lawsuits for the workers for free; and the woman he lived with was said to be a married woman. An extraordinary woman with a little girl.
This has become a reason for others to talk about the Jimenez family behind their backs, but Brad also knows a little more. The biggest trouble should be that Rand seems to be bewitched by others and believes in a very dangerous idea. And that kind of thinking is simply incompatible with today's mainstream, and it is a complete subversion of today's democracy and freedom.
People who believe in this kind of thinking, Brad even thinks, should be regarded as public enemies.
Let¡¯s stop talking about other people¡¯s gossip and let¡¯s talk about Mr. Brad¡¯s situation. As a rich man, he is actually very old. Moreover, he is not a legendary magician, and he does not want to change his life form.
" Today's magical achievements and the development of alchemy, as well as medical advances, can only delay his aging, but not eliminate it. He is heading towards death step by step."
Fortunately, as long as you have money in this world, you can buy most things, including the various successes mentioned above, which can be used to delay his aging.
But that¡¯s just it. His health deteriorated a few years ago. It wasn¡¯t a serious disease, it was just that he was old and all parts of his body were failing.
He has invited the best doctors, and he has bought all the results of magic research with money, but this only delays, and does not prevent, approaching death.
There is another way for magic to keep death away from him, that is to become an undead, which will give him a lot of time. If he can become a lich, the time may be tens of thousands of years.
But Brad doesn't want to become an undead. Not only is he unable to accept the form of the undead, but the laws of the kingdom do not recognize the undead as having citizenship rights. Instead, he will be publicly prosecuted. If he becomes an undead, he will Losing everything he has now, whether it is property or relatives, although the latter is far less important than the former, it is obviously impossible for Brad to be willing to lose everything and become an undead. Does he have to stay on the Island of the Dead for the rest of his life?
In the end, out of fear, he relied on religion and became a believer in the God of War, thus having the opportunity to receive help from the church.
He donated a lot of money to the Church of the God of War and helped them repair churches in various places. So when he was seriously ill or his life was failing, the Church of the God of War sent priests to treat him like Archbishop Truss just now.
Of course, this treatment actually turned into using divine grace to maintain his vitality, just like before, but the effect would be diminishing.
It¡¯s really no wonder that the effect is diminishing. Truss is different. Divine favor is different from other high-level treatments. Divine favor is a gift from God, so the recipient is best to be a true believer of the God of War, and has a special understanding of Padalecki. Pure faith.
Magicians use magic to simulate divine grace and other restorative spells in divine arts, but the effect is never as good as the effect of divine spells on true believers, especially divine grace, and general low-level and mid-level divine spells. , high-level healing spells, even if the target is not a believer, can still have a certain effect, but it will not achieve the best effect. However, if the target of divine grace is not a believer, every time it is cast, the next effect will be It will decrease until it has no effect.
And Brad¡¯s belief in Padalecki is for his own benefit, so strictly speaking he is not a true believer.
So even if Truss wanted to save him, the divine grace spell lost its effect after being used many times, while other recovery spells could only repair the damage, but they could not regenerate the opponent's vitality.
"How could you do this to me. I am so devoted to Padalecki and I have donated so much money to you." Brad roared¡ª¡ª
Brad¡¯s voice could be heard throughout the building. In a house far away from Brad, there were two middle-aged men pacing back and forth with gloomy faces.
"You heard it, the old man got angry again, and that Truss saved him again." The fatter one said through gritted teeth.
The other tall and thin man didn't even raise his eyelids: "What are you afraid of? The old guy is obviously in trouble this time. The effect of his divine grace is getting worse every time. Hmm, let's see how many more times we can prolong his life. Wait until he loses his legs." Sooner or later, we will have the final say.¡±
"just in case¡¡"¡ª¡ª
"Pastor Truss, how long can I maintain my current condition after this surgery?" Brad said hopefully.
"Two years, um, maybe three years." Truss said helplessly.
"What? The last time it was effective for ten years, why." Brad put down his arm dejectedly. The answer was obvious. The effect of divine grace would only get worse each time.
Unless he truly becomes a believer of Padalecki, it is impossible for him to do so. No matter how much money he donates, he cannot even be considered a pan-believer.
People say privately that the only person Brad truly believes in is Manning.
"You go, you go. I don't want to see you again." Brad yelled.
"Okay, Mr. Brad, let's leave first. I will go back and report to the Pope, hoping to see if there is any other way to help you." Truss was also a little sad, although Brad He is not a true believer in Ares, but he donates large sums of money to the church every year.
Truss turned around and left. A young man in black who was following him took a deep look at Brad and also left.
Brad sat on the edge of the bed blankly for a while. He had worked hard for half his life and accumulated a large amount of wealth, but if he had no life left to continue enjoying it, he would have to take advantage of the two unscrupulous men.
"No, you can't leave it to them, they will destroy everything I have." Brad shouted.
"Ahem, Mr. Brad, maybe I can help you?" A voice suddenly sounded.
Brad raised his head blankly, and couldn't help but be surprised. It turned out that the young man in black who was following Truss turned back at some point.
"How did you get in? Who let you in? Where are my guards?" Trad said in panic.
The young man in black raised his middle finger and made a shushing gesture, "It was very difficult for me to avoid them, Mr. Brad, youIt's certainly not a sensible thing to do to incite them. "
Brad held his breath. The other party was right. Now that the two of them were so close, if the man in black wanted to harm him, it would be useless even if the high-level warrior he hired to escort him in.
"You, what do you want to say? What do you mean when you say you can help me?" He calmed down.
¡°What I mean by helping you is that if all the methods you have tried before can¡¯t help you, I can.¡±
"You can?" Brad sneered, "Do you know how much effort and how much money I spent to extend my life? I have tried medicine, magic, and magic, except turning into an undead."
"But I also know a way. You must have never tried to become a god." The young man smiled.
"Becoming a god? Are you kidding me?" Brad said angrily.
"Of course it's not a true god like Padalecki." The young man continued to shrug, "But becoming a false god in a small plane can still keep you alive, maybe for more than a hundred thousand years."
Brad was still sneering at first, but his expression changed as he heard it.
"This is my business card." The young man handed over a business card. "If you can become a god in a small plane, you can die with the plane, at least for tens of thousands of years, even if this plane has entered The half-life is at least a few thousand years. Of course, it is not without disadvantages. You will only be able to stay in that plane and cannot leave. In order to legalize this behavior, you must sign an agreement with the kingdom and the Azure Community. You will also be subject to the interests of the kingdom in that plane."
Brad held his breath. He somewhat understood what this young man meant. If it was true, it would mean that he would become one of the puppets of the Kingdom and the Blue Community in that plane. But what does it matter? He can survive. , and the lifespan will be greatly extended, and after all, he will be the god of that small plane.
"What other conditions are there?" he couldn't help but ask.
"The kingdom and the Azure Community are quite simple. The rest is between our company and you. You must know that helping you become a god in even a small plane will cost a lot. If you are interested, you can go to Saint-Quentin Come for a visit.¡±
Brad looked at the business card in his hand. The young man¡¯s name was Shinra, and the company column said Chuangshen Investment Co., Ltd. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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