Chapter 51: Witch Disease and Spell-Like Abilities

After inspecting the treasury of the Papal States and having a rough idea of ​​his own wealth, Horn felt more comfortable.

As Myrcella's only son, what's wrong with taking some money from his mother?
Horn had asked Myrcella in his dream.

Mother said yes.

Who dares to object?

This real angel investment will be Horn's first pot of gold to make a fortune.

Ink and printing press technology are Horn's money-making pumps.

Relying on ink and printing technology, with this start-up capital, he settled in Black Snake Bay for a few years to stay out of the spotlight.

Think of a way to remove the "stigmata" on my neck, and see if I can have plastic surgery and change my face.

After all, it is a world with magic, maybe.

The church in this world is too powerful. In a world with extraordinary powers, wouldn't it be asking for trouble to rebel?
Besides, it’s fun to rebel with this group of people, with heads falling off all over the place?
Thinking of this, Horn remembered the Saint Sun beheading sword. Even though that sword had chopped off his head, it was still quite easy to use.

Maybe this is the feeling of being connected by blood.

But after being sidelined by Townley, they did not allow Horn to get any weapons, and the sword disappeared.

"Hey, you go ask Tang Li Canyu if anyone has seen my sword and bring it back to me."

Of the core members of Townley's former staff, only those without any foundation were hanged by Horn.

Most of the rest were simply disarmed, given five lashes, thrown into the dungeon, and ordered to reflect for three days.

As for those who surrendered "early", they didn't even surrender their weapons.

"The next step is to go to the Papal Guard..." With a few child soldiers, Horn walked towards the monastery gate according to the schedule set in the morning.

But as soon as he stepped out of the door, he was stopped by someone.

"Grampven wants to see me?" Horn stopped and stroked the Pope's scepter in his hand. "Didn't we agree on a lunch time? Why is it suddenly earlier?"

After looking at the sky, Horn decided to go and meet these two first.

Passing through the courtyard and flower garden, Horn came to a monk's house. It was certainly not as good as Horn's bedroom in the church, but it was much better than the thatched hut or dungeon outside.

After all, Horn still needs to rely on these two people to contact the secret party.

He nodded to the guards at the door, and they saluted by placing three fingers across their chest.

After knocking on the door, Horn pushed it open and walked in without waiting for a response.

"Where's Chilvis?" Horn glanced around the room and didn't seem to see Chilvis.

His eyes flashed and he clenched the scepter in his hand. Could it be that he had run away?
Seeing that Horn looked strange, Grampven quickly smiled bitterly and pointed behind Horn.

Horn turned around and saw Chilvis in the fireplace in the corner behind him.

He curled up half of his body, with his head buried in the cold charcoal, and his body rose and fell rhythmically.

"Why is he sleeping there?"

Grampven pointed helplessly at the four-legged walnut bed in the corner: "He drank too much of his own fake wine and used the bed as a toilet and the fireplace as a bed..."

"Where's the commode?"

"He used it to hold wine." Grampven sighed, "He had a drinking urge last night and banged his head against the wall, insisting on drinking.

I asked the guards to get it, but they got the wrong bottle and it was fake wine."

Horn had someone find out and found out that Chilvis made counterfeit liquor by buying cheap liquor head and tail in Hedge Town, adding poisonous psychedelic mushrooms, packaging it, and selling it in the countryside.

It is said to be a high-end black wine, a Western product smuggled from the Flesh and Blood King's Court. It must be drunk from a wooden cup, which is very particular.

"Okay, Busak, find two people to wash Chilvis and help him sober up."

After instructing Busack and the others to drag Chilvis away to sober up, Horn unceremoniously dragged an oak chair over and crossed his legs: "Since Chilvis is like this, did you come to see me in advance?"

Grampven sat beside the bed, accompanying a blind girl, and smiled flatteringly:

"Yes, Your Majesty, please move your holy carriage and come to me. Please be considerate of my wife's illness. You are so kind. God will bless you, Your Majesty."

After flattering him, Grampven quickly began to distance himself from Townley: "Your Majesty, I hope you know that I have always trusted and loved you very much, and I have never doubted you.

Those things that were difficult and disrespectful to you were all done by Tang Li. I was only forced to do them because of his power...

Oh, you don’t know, my heart was bleeding at that time.”

"Okay, okay." Horn waved his hand quickly, "I have something else to do later. If I wanted to deal with you, you wouldn't be here. If you have anything to say, just say it."

"Your Majesty, now that the false Pope occupies a high position, he will definitely send troops to destroy us. As the only true grandson of the Holy Father, what should you do if something unexpected happens?" With an expression of regret and anxiety, Grampven lowered his eyes and glanced at Horn, whose expression remained unchanged.

Horn, on the other hand, had no expression on his face and just stared at him quietly.

"And I happen to know a group of righteous men. They may speak crudely, but they are absolutely pious. If anything unexpected happens, they will definitely be willing to protect you as the last spark of truth."

A smile finally appeared on Horn's face. He had to admit that this circus clown named Grampven was indeed a smart man.

"In fact, ahem, Townley may have contacted them once before. If the timing is good, they should be here tonight or tomorrow night."

"Oh?" Horn's eyes lit up and his back straightened unconsciously.

"But I don't know their secret code. Given the cautiousness of the secret party, they will definitely leave quickly if they fail to connect with the leader." Grampven's smile was a little forced. "We have to notify them again. This round trip will probably take another five to seven days."

"Does it take so long?"

"After all, there was this flood, and many contact points were flooded, so..."

"Okay then." Feeling a little disappointed, Horn stood up and prepared to leave. "I'll send someone to go with your people. Get ready and send someone off this afternoon."

"Your Majesty, this is what I want to talk about." Grampven calmed down, "You are also a patient of the witch disease. You know the sequelae and spell-like abilities, and my wife..."

"Sequelae, what sequelae?" Horn interrupted Grampven.

"You don't have any sequelae?" Grampven widened his eyes, as if he had heard something incredible.

"What sequelae do I have? Why can't I understand?" Horn looked at Grampven with great confusion.

Grampven swallowed his saliva and said, "Witch disease is a lifelong disease because it will bring more or less sequelae, such as headaches, nosebleeds, limb convulsions, epilepsy, etc."

Hornby and Grampven were both surprised: "Is this true? I don't feel anything. I feel great and everything I eat tastes delicious."

"Then you didn't feel anything strange?"

Horn frowned and thought for a long time but couldn't remember anything unusual.

If I had to say, ever since he contracted the witch's disease, not only had his vision and hearing improved, his sleep quality had also improved incredibly, and he had even grown half an inch taller.

"That's impossible? You are infected. Is it the witch disease of Lady Jeanne?"

"Yes what's the matter?"

"Have you ever had unconscious discharges? For example, in your sleep?"

"Discharge?" Horn was even more confused, "Anyway, I never let it go when I was awake.

If I flirt with her while she's asleep, Carrie will definitely tell you...

Wait, why am I discharging electricity?

"Those who survive after being infected with the witch disease are the witch's followers or even offspring. They will inherit some of the witch's spell-like abilities, especially the first generation."

Grampven was equally confused: “My wife Dia, who used to be the best acrobat in the circus, was infected by a witch with the ability of divination.

He managed to survive, but his eyes were blinded, his lower body was paralyzed, and he could never play again.

After she recovered from the witch disease, she would have splitting headaches every once in a while and needed to drink tranquilizers to relieve them..."

"Explain that spell-like ability to me in detail. I still don't understand it."

Grampven and his wife looked at each other and said, "Your Majesty, spell-like abilities are just a degraded version of witch abilities.

The first generation of witches' followers do not need rituals or materials to use spell-like abilities; they can use them directly.

This is a curse that will accompany the first generation of witches throughout their lives, and they will use it unconsciously, even in their sleep.

But the price is the aggravation of sequelae. Every occurrence of spell-like abilities means a reduction in lifespan."

At this point, Grampven's voice gradually became low, and his hands, which were supporting his knees, were bulging with veins, tightly grasping the wrinkled fabric of his pants.

Dia extended her hand and gently stroked his back, revealing a gentle smile: "Fortunately, my ability will not hurt others."

There is such a thing? Horn fell into deep thought, why didn't he have this kind of situation?

Is it because he is a time traveler?
Or, is Myrcella really protecting us?
Shaking his head, Horn shook off the distracting thoughts. Now was not the time to think about this: "So, what exactly do you want to say?"

The couple looked at each other, and finally Dia whispered, "My spell-like ability is divination.

When I do divination, I can see what is happening in the present moment, just a single instant.

Last night, my ability was activated unconsciously, and then I saw that the army of the Archbishop of the High Castle had already set out, and their target was us."

　ps I finally caught up before twelve o'clock

　　
　
(End of this chapter)