On the Feasibility of Lei Wen Become a God

Panting, the four teenagers carried Lei Zhe's big pig into the inner room, and carefully placed him on the bed.The bed was as hard as ever, Lei Zhe twitched his eyes, silently regretting why he insisted on creating bruises on his waist.

"Clumsy." Seeing Lei Zhe's reaction was different, the deacon kicked the girl without hesitation.

Lei Zhe looked at the unlucky baby who had been recruited for the second time, and couldn't help being silent.He dared to use his many years of experience in the second generation of officials to guarantee that the deacon did not do this to please himself, but purely because he disliked beautiful women and deliberately found fault.

"You still don't want to take off the boots of Lord Knight, do you have to order to know how to move?" The deacon continued to kick.

The girl didn't dare to resist, she pursed her mouth aggrievedly and took off Lei Zhe's boots and covered her with a thin quilt.

Lei Zhe couldn't help remembering that he seemed to have vaguely heard the knight guarding the gate discussing that the clergy probably included trainee deacons, deacons, priests, archbishops, cardinals, and popes.The emotional trainee deacon has no status, so he can be bullied by the deacon casually.In comparison, the treatment of the trainee knights is much better. Although they are led by the knights they belong to, they are not allowed to be beaten and scolded.

"Arranged?" After everything was settled, Father Larkin stepped in slowly.

"Yes." The two deacons stepped forward to reply, and the teenagers shrank obediently to the corner.

"This is the medicine given by Archbishop Moose. Take it before going to bed. Lei Zhe can't move or speak now, please." Mary handed the medicine to the priest.

"Oh, the divine potion is very effective for most injuries, and even if it is not injured, it is good for the body." Father Larkin nodded, and handed the medicine to the violent deacon: "Hanter, take good care of it." Master Flores."

"Yes." Deacon Hunter held the medicine in both hands, with a sincere and humble smile.

"Come on," Father Larkin said to Mary.

Mary nodded, took one last look at Lei Zhe, and walked out.

"Master Flores, take a good rest, and just tell me what you need." The two deacons went to the bed to make a statement, and then went out quickly, leaving the beauty alone to take care of all the work.

Lei Zhe had no interest in girls, so he closed his eyes neatly and pretended to sleep.

About three hours later, Lei Zhe heard a light knock on the door. He squinted his eyes and saw the girl walking out on tiptoe. Soon there were two girls talking outside the door.

"Irene, you haven't eaten your lunch or supper. You must be hungry. I brought you some wafers."

"Thank you."

"You must be careful when you serve that young master. Deacon Hunter wants to find fault with you, so he will give you a tough meal."

"I know."

"If you go on like this, Hunt will kill you sooner or later. You won't lose two pieces of meat if you are kissed or touched. You might as well agree to it first. When he gets tired of it, you will be free."

"Freedom? What freedom do we saints have? We say we come to serve the gods, but we are just slaves to those people. As long as you come in, you won't be able to get out for the rest of your life."

"Do you regret it?"

"Yeah... When my mother sent me here to be a saint, I was actually proud of it. I really thought I came to bathe in the grace of God. Damn it, I have to take off my clothes first to bathe in the grace of God!"

"Hey, we civilians can't live much better even if we live outside. At least we won't starve to death or freeze to death as saints, right?"

"Humph……"

Lei Zhe blinked, saint?Isn't it a trainee deacon?Saints sound like extra staff of the clergy system, and medieval society was indeed cruel.But that deacon named Hunter is too careless. Thinking about how powerful Lei Dashao was at the beginning, he never forced the common men.

Seeing that the skill time of "Broken Baby" was almost up, Lei Zhe tore up his shirt and repaired it for himself, and then went to sleep with resentment towards the medieval bed board.

The next morning, after eating oatmeal and taking a rest, Lei Zhe's big pig was finally sent to the cardinal's chopping board.

Lei Zhe looked at the skill time displayed on the personality panel with one hour left, wondering about the feasibility of allowing himself to recover smoothly under the treatment of the cardinal.

"... I'm sorry for your trouble." Accompanied by Mary, an old man with white hair slowly walked into the room.

"I heard that Flores was stabbed by a heretic?" The cardinal went straight to the point.

"Yes." Mary nodded.

"Take off his shirt," ordered the cardinal.

The deacon hurried forward and cleaned up Lei Zhe's big pig.

"Wait." Mary frowned, and pointed at Lei Zhe's back, her voice suddenly became severe: "What's the matter with this bruise, he obviously didn't have it before he entered the palace."

"Probably because the saint was not careful in serving and bumped into it somewhere." Deacon Hunter argued.

The cardinal frowned, and Hunter didn't dare to say anything more: "I'm sorry, I couldn't take care of Master Flores, I'm going to deal with that kid right now."

Lei Zhe knew who would be unlucky without even thinking about it, and he couldn't help but feel a little guilty in his heart. I'm sorry, I let my girl take the blame.

Mary frowned and said nothing, Hunter hurried out to give an explanation early.

The cardinal was not interested in dealing with these trivial matters. He put his hand on Lei Zhe's abdomen, and quickly concluded: "The wound has completely healed, and there is no trace of evil force left. The possibility of poisoning is relatively high."

More powerful divine power than before poured into Lei Zhe's body, "The power has indeed been drained..." The cardinal pondered: "I can understand that he can't move, but he should be able to talk."

Lei Zhe closed his eyes, pretending to be innocent.

"Is there a cure?" Mary pressed.

"I can't tell, I'll try first." The cardinal started the treatment very simply.

Lei Zhe didn't need to open his eyes to feel the white light in the cardinal's hand that was so bright that it almost blinded the dog's eyes. The inexplicable force invaded the body, urging the cells to work hard and repair the wound.

After a while, the cardinal withdrew his hand and asked uncertainly, "How do you feel, Regal Flores?"

Lei Zhe's Adam's apple slipped, and he replied in a low voice: "Cough... ah... I feel that my body seems to be a little conscious. It won't be long before I think about it, and I should be able to move."

"That's great." The Viscount Netherlands showed a rare smile, "Thank you from the bottom of my heart, Cardinal."

The cardinal was obviously a little surprised, probably because he didn't expect his treatment to be effective.

"The power of holiness under the crown is really powerful." Mary praised.

The cardinal accepted the compliment with a smile, and decided not to investigate why Lei Zhe's physical condition was exactly the same as before, but he showed a good effect.

"Take a good rest, I'll come back later." The cardinal stroked Lei Zhe's dog's head.

"Thank you for your hard work." Lei Zhe smiled.

"Lei Zhe, now that you have recovered your ability to speak, then...do you have anything you want to tell me?" Mary looked at Lei Zhe's round face with a complicated expression.

"Yes." Lei Zhe cleared his throat and said decisively...