Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 173 The Truth About Miracles on Earth

"What was that just now?"

"A flock of... seagulls? Seagulls delivered... Wait, what the hell is going on in this place?!"

This group of Hongdu people had completely lost their voices. Even though they were strong and well-dressed, their tone was like that of well-educated ladies. They whispered and looked at each other in confusion.

They all served the upper class of Hongdu, working as housekeepers, servants, and other service professionals. They were primarily elderly believers who attended church on gathering days and were part of the same industry and underground union. Most of them knew each other well, and therefore chose to travel together so they could look after each other.

These people are a vassal force hidden in the upper class. Even in times of turmoil, the old nobility has declined and the new has risen, the butler services provided to the upper class are still provided by some old faces.

A domestic worker could be loyal to more than one family throughout their life, especially in positions that required high mobility, moving between two or three houses in a single week.

High-level waiters often undergo years of training at specialized institutions. Perhaps the butlers of two rival families were once close classmates, and even maintained secret private contacts.

No scholar has ever researched Hongdu's domestic workers. Only those within the profession know that these lowly, socially overlooked servants have, for years, been deeply entwined, like plant roots, in the imperial capital.

Similar phenomena are not limited to Hongdu. In countries where the belief in the Five Gods is popular, many prosperous cities have service guilds. Members help and protect each other and control the scraps under the projection of power.

Now, they gathered in Shita Town, all following orders. Their employer couldn't wait to get more MSG. Even though the delivery date was set for a month later, he still sent people to keep an eye on them in advance and asked them to take a batch of goods back first if possible.

The monastic merchant opened the glass jar and poured out a pinch of first-extract MSG. "Let's try it."

A thin, middle-aged butler walked out of the crowd. Everyone else stopped talking and watched him move closer to the pinch of powder. He took out an ear spoon from his jacket pocket, pried out a little, put it on his tongue, pursed his lips to taste it, closed his eyes, tilted his head back to inhale, held his breath deeply, and exhaled suddenly after a while.

“It tastes just right!”

The guests nodded in conviction.

The middle-aged butler took out a nobleman's private seal and his personal seal, signed and stamped the delivery note in duplicate. With this certificate, the owner agreed to let him take some of the goods in advance.

There are no reliable transportation options these days, so accidents and risks are always present. For high-end products like Chucui MSG, Shita Town Weixiangmei Food Company is forced to only ship the product, leaving pickup and delivery to the buyer. The company assumes no responsibility for any unexpected losses, omissions, or replacements.

The powder in the cans in the iron box had been divided up by the guests, but they still refused to leave.

"Boss, why are the deliverymen here a group of seagulls? How do you do that?" The middle-aged housekeeper asked first.

The merchant put away the receipt and said with a smile, "Those are the elves from Stonespire. Guests, please remember not to harm the seagulls."

"What does this mean? Are you training these seagulls as helpers? There are professional animal trainers in the town, right?" The people of Hongdu thought of a reasonable explanation.

"For the sake of this old man, please don't ask so many questions. If you are really curious, please go to the church and find the priest."

No matter how much he asked or how much he begged, the shop owner refused to reveal a single word. Even if he was given a small bribe, he would just pretend not to see anything.

The people of Hongdu were at a loss, so they agreed to go to the church.

As soon as they entered the hall, those who were attentive noticed that the order of the five deities' paintings was unusual. These elderly believers cried out in surprise, their faces filled with astonishment and fear.

"Priest, what do you mean by this? How dare you disrespect the Holy Father?" The noble steward from Hongdu warned in a low voice, "The Holy Father is the patron saint of the nobles. How can we allow an old man, the patron saint of marginalized people, to override him? Get out of here!"

The elderly believers in big cities are obviously more aware of the hierarchy of the Five Gods and have a deep reverence for this ranking order that symbolizes the differences in social classes.

"Welcome, believers blessed by the Old Man. There is no need to worry, for the Lord of this land also worships the Old Man. His grace and honor here surpass those of the Holy Father."

"No, how is this possible... Are you kidding?" The people of Hongdu whispered to each other.

The old priest smiled. "I know why you've come. You must have witnessed something that defies common sense and are seeking answers."

"Indeed, just now, a flock of seagulls delivered the goods promised by Viscount Velen Pearl," a candid servant said. The others pressed for the trainer's address. If they didn't get a reasonable explanation, they would probably dream about this scene for the rest of their lives.

"This is one of the miracles of Stone Tower Town. Believers, have you not seen other strange things on your way to the church?"

Under his patient guidance, the people of Hongdu began to recall their memories.

"There's a construction site near the dock, and there's a beautiful aquamarine silk satin hanging there. I've never seen such beautiful fabric."

"This is also a rare treasure sent by the seagull."

"Oh, by the way, the exterior walls of many houses here are all filled with molten iron. What's going on?"

"Not long ago, a hurricane struck the islands, severely damaging Stone Tower Town. The people here faced a crisis. That night, a story unfolded that none of us will ever forget. Believers, are you willing to believe the truth told by an aging priest, guaranteeing all his honor and happiness in this life and afterlife?"

The people of Hongdu, each with their own thoughts and enigmatic expressions, nodded in agreement and settled down on the benches to listen. The church was quiet then, dark clouds drifting in the wind, the light growing dim. A page lit incense and candles, filling the room with a fragrant aroma. After a moment, the old priest stopped his sermon, “…The hurricane passed, and no one in the town was injured. This is the truth of miracles happening on earth. Seagulls are spirits blessed by miracles; whenever these white birds flock together, it signifies a holy event.”

The voice dissipated under the dome.

The hall was silent for a while, and then someone stood up and shouted coldly: "Liar! Cult!"

More people remain silent, weighing the weight of faith and life in their hearts.

The old priest said calmly, "Mortals, there's a beam in your eye. Even if the Holy Spirit were to pass right before you, you wouldn't notice. Just continue to dwell on lies and ignore the truth of the world. It's okay, it's okay. After all, miracles still protect us."

"Great, that's a great story. I understand it all." The middle-aged butler stood up and applauded.

"Your Lord, Mr. Viren Pearl, is truly a business genius. He fabricated a story of surviving a disaster and even convinced everyone in your town to weave a lie together, all for the purpose of marketing this delicious powder. Ha, he was truly amazing! Because he succeeded. The nobles of Hongdu were all crazy about his lies."

The old priest just smiled, showing no embarrassment or anger at being exposed.

The butler took two steps forward, leaned in front of him, and whispered, "If we bring this news back to Hongdu, I believe the price of delicious powder will immediately drop. Of course, we can also choose to cooperate, but you need to quote a reasonable price. From now on, we will continue to purchase at the original price."

Only then did the old priest twitch his lips and said coldly, "You are using the wealth bestowed upon mankind by the Holy Spirit as a bargaining chip for your own personal gain. How audacious!"

"Do you really believe the lies you made up?"

"Believers, I will wait here for you to change your mind. Go, leave His church."

Outside the window, a patter of rain fell on the street. The autumn rain was chilly, and the long stretch of sunny days since the hurricane had finally ended. The familiar, persistent rain of the ocean climate once again enveloped Stone Tower Town.

The dust on the ground was shaken up by the falling raindrops, transforming into a faint fishy smell that lingered in people's noses. The brown and yellow soil of the street was covered with black water stains. The rain gradually intensified, and the earth was covered by a shaking film of water. People turned up their collars and shielded their foreheads with their palms.

Cape Lighthouse, after breakfast, the night watchman stood in the courtyard and walked to digest the food.

The drizzle fell from the sky, sending a warm greeting to the mage.

Lin Bo looked up at the sky covered with dark clouds. The raindrops in the sky were connected by veins of light. In his eyes, the sky was incredibly bright and brilliant, like a dense and vast net.

Every node in this network is connected to itself.

"(Mantra) Water."

The mage wore a mask, formed a sword seal with one hand, and whispered his true name. He felt the rain in the rain, and his heart fell into a calmness as calm as a mountain and a stone.

As far as the eye could see, from the sky above the cape to the sky above Shita Town, the tilted strings of rain clouds in the Milky Way were all within the resonance range of the Life Control Technique. Even though the rain continued to fall, new rain that entered Lin Bo's sensory range was instantly brought under the control of the Word Spirit.

He raised his hand and formed a palm seal. A cold, controlled faith flowed along the light veins, reaching every raindrop within range, suppressing their vibrations. The rain, deprived of its vitality, transformed, murmuring a cold and silent language.

The sound of raindrops in my ears began to be mixed with tinkling sounds, like thousands of pearls falling to the ground.

Transparent ice crystals fell from the sky and hit the skin of pedestrians, feeling like being pricked by small needles, making them scream in fear.

The white birds standing on the roof chirped in unison and flapped their wings to shake off the frost.

First came the rain, then the ice particles, and finally the white snowflakes, falling quietly and gently on the earth, covering the houses, streets and mortals.

The adults exclaimed in amazement like the children, the school erupted in children's screams of joy, and the elderly looked towards the headland and bowed their heads silently.

The wizard in the lighthouse courtyard stretched out his hand. Under the continuous control of the Solid Control Technique, the temperature of his palm did not melt the ice and snow, and it was like holding a bunch of catkins.

This is the first snow that Shita Town has seen in this century, and there are less than twenty days left before the cold wave moves south.

The people of Hongdu walked out of the church in twos and threes, feeling heavy-hearted and not in high spirits to talk. Although they had received the answer, the result did not make them feel relieved.

"Swindler. This trick only works in the countryside. In Hongdu, a swindler of this level can't even get a piece of bread." Someone muttered in a low voice.

"Look at this."

The small town before everyone's eyes was covered with a thin layer of frost and snow, as if winter had arrived in the north.

The people of Hongdu reached out and grabbed a handful of snowflakes. They were icy cold and took a long time to melt. This was definitely not normal snowfall in nature.

The old priest of the church gazed out the window toward the lighthouse, admiring the town covered in falling snow. At the gate, a group of panicked outsiders swarmed in, clutching the cold, unmelting snow and shouting, "Miracles are real! We believe it, we believe it!"

(End of this chapter)