Chapter 380: To Cleanse the Lungs, Just Wash Them Hard. Our Glorious Holy See Also Cleanses Them.

"Did that infidel really say that?"

Archbishop Geroni's voice was light, neither happy nor angry. However, in front of him, a black-bearded dwarf with a hood hanging behind his head quickly bent down:

"That's right, what he said is to wait until the King Selection is over before deciding. - So cunning! If the results of the King Selection are not what they want, do they just want to leave!"

Archbishop Geroni lowered his eyes and pondered. The black-bearded dwarf glanced at him quickly, then lowered his head:

"That...washing the lungs or something...can we do it?"

"There is no doubting the power of our Lord." Archbishop Geroni said casually. The black-bearded dwarf quickly bowed to apologize. Archbishop Jeroni pondered for a moment and then ordered slowly:

"If you spread the word, just say that the mage can only treat two people a day. Even if he stays in the royal court for a year, he can only treat more than 700 people. This number of people is not enough even if all the Fire Hammer tribe takes over. It is not enough." Take care of others. Go ahead!”

The black-bearded dwarf Nuonuo retreated. Archbishop Geroni was lost in thought for a moment, and took several subordinates to Pastor Martin to discuss with him:

"Can we do that lung cleaning?"

Pastor Martin had a rabbit lying on his lap, stroking its fur, and was lost in thought. He has been rooted in the Northland for decades and has treated thousands of dwarves and barbarians. Some of them have suffered from chest tightness, chest pain, and breathlessness after having been ironed for hundreds of years. He only knew how to use the Holy Power to nourish and comfort him, give some herbs to relieve coughs and reduce phlegm, and pour water into his lungs to wash...

Occasionally, I thought of this idea, but it only flashed and was thrown far away into a corner. Human lungs are not like clothes. You can wash them, rub them, and then pour out the dirty water. Who knew that someone actually succeeded in this seemingly absurd method?

He thought about it, but there was always something he couldn't figure out. Grete did not prohibit people from watching when he was treating patients. The process of his operation was always heard in bits and pieces, but when he thought about it together, there were always some hurdles that he couldn't get past. For example, how do you pour water into one lung without flooding the other?

At this moment, Archbishop Geroni knocked on the door and asked. Pastor Martin thought for a moment and shook his head:

"Among other things, to pour water into people's lungs, we need to use vines spawned by pagan magic. I thought about it for a long time, and there is really no substitute."

Archbishop Geroni nodded and said nothing. To his right, a young bishop spoke:

"No need for a tube, how about direct irrigation?"

"Then how do you do it?" Pastor Martin raised his eyes slightly and looked over. It was Bishop Klind who made the suggestion. He pressed the armrest of the seat, leaned forward, and his two thin lips were like knives. He turned over a suggestion:

"[Drowning Technique]."

Pastor Martin's face immediately darkened. Drowning is not a magical healing technique, but a secret method used by the inquisition to torture prisoners - using magic to pour water into the prisoner's lungs. The person's appearance looks normal, but the feeling of struggle and pain is no different from real drowning.

The only difference is that there is still breath left in the throat, and I can barely manage to say a sentence or two. No matter how stubborn a man is, he will go back and forth three or five times before he will seize that breath and confess desperately, saying whatever he is told. The difference in the level of a spellcaster is nothing more than the power of the magic and the timing of dispersing the magic——

A master can make life worse than death. If he meets a novice, he will die.

When Pastor Martin was young, he also spent time in the Inquisition. He saw a lot of various methods and used many of them himself. Then one day I suddenly felt something was wrong, so I went far to the north to make a living by educating the barbarians. Even the small church was built by him hand by hand by logging wood and quarrying stone.

He recalled the situation back then and glanced at Bishop Klind, his eyes as sharp as a knife. After just one glance, he lowered his head in silence and said in a light voice:

"I don't think it's necessarily possible. You must do it, try it on animals first, and don't kill anyone."

"Of course. We tried this method to make friends with the dwarves, not to make enemies with them." Archbishop Geroni immediately smiled. However, after saying goodbye and leaving, he took out a money bag and threw it directly to Bishop Klind:

"You should give it a try. It's best to have results before they go down the mountain."

Klind nodded and followed the order. Isn't it just the drowning technique? What's so difficult? It’s just a first-level magic!

[Drowning Technique] This magical technique is based on the same idea as [Deep Breathing] of the Conjuration System, except that one is to fill people's lungs with air, and the other is to fill people's lungs with water. Klind found a few sheep in the kitchen, fiddled with them twice, and quickly mastered the essence of the spell. Next, it’s time to try it on people.

He held the money bag given by Archbishop Jeroni, and did not dare to cheat directly - or hire a few dwarves. Instead, he wandered to the trading area. In the trading area of ​​the Dwarf King's City, there are a wide variety of commodities, including slaves. Humans, barbarians, orcs, everything else except no one dares to buy or sell dwarves here.

Bishop Klinde turned around and quickly came back with four slaves. What he bought were young human males. They were not the most expensive, but they were not cheap either. The purse Archbishop Geroni threw at him was half empty on the spot. When he returned to his residence, he called out one of them at random, and without any explanation, he threw away his magic spell:

"[Drowning Technique]!"

The slave who was called out tried his best to open his mouth. He wanted to breathe, but couldn't take a breath in. He could only blush, and reflexively reached out to dig at his chest. It wasn't until blood marks were dug out on his chest that he curled up and collapsed on the ground. Bishop Klind waved his hand to disperse the spell:

"How about it?"

The slave knelt on the ground and shivered, his forehead pressed tightly to the ground, and he even suppressed a cough without daring to cough. Bishop Klind looked down at him and nodded:

"As long as you're alive. - Stand up and do it again!"

Once, twice, three times. After three consecutive [Drowning Techniques], the young slave collapsed on the ground, blood foaming from his mouth, and it seemed that he would not survive. Bishop Klind glanced at him with disgust, took out his handkerchief and wiped his hands:

"A slave is a slave, and his constitution is not good enough. He couldn't bear it after only three times. That pagan washed the lungs nine times on one side, a total of eighteen times!"

Fortunately, slaves can be bought if you have money. Bishop Klinde consumed one group of slaves, then another group of slaves, and finally achieved gratifying results with the third group:

"Your Excellency Archbishop, I have achieved preliminary results. I can perform the technique on a subject nine times in a row. - However, whether this method can truly have a therapeutic effect remains to be verified."

"What do you need?" Archbishop Jeroni personally verified his spellcasting level and nodded with satisfaction. Bishop Klind replied fluently:

"I need a sick dwarf. Or, to be safe, a few more."

One day later, several dwarves from the Black Rock Tribe were brought to Bishop Klind.

"The time for you to dedicate yourself to the Lord of Glory and your people is now!"

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