SCP Corporation: Contain Bonfire-Chapter 60 - Relief and Manifestation of Holiness_1

Chapter 60: Chapter 60 Relief and Manifestation of Holiness_1

Chapter 60 -60 Relief and Manifestation of Holiness_1

“First, summon some of the leaders among them and then make unified arrangements to distribute food,”

Colin began attempting to make contact with these refugees, having known beforehand that most refugees tended to form groups, with apparent leaders among them.

If he truly wanted to launch a relief effort, it was best to start with these individuals, persuade them, and then, through them, reach out to the refugees behind them to deliver effective aid.

Otherwise, trying to assist everyone at once would definitely lead to utter chaos.

Moreover, Colin set the initial relief group at around a thousand people. He planned to save these individuals first and then use food as a lure to let them “share” the good news with others.

In this way, he could achieve the goal of “saving one to inspire the saving of many,” and spread the word widely.

Of course, this was Tang Ken’s advice.

Colin planned to follow it.

However, there had to be some selectivity in choosing the refugees. At his suggestion, Colin had soldiers who were normally garrisoned outside the city pick out individuals.

These soldiers, who manned their posts year-round, understood the refugee groups better than most.

Soon, a group of refugees was selected from the crowd. Perhaps due to their higher status, they seemed to be in noticeably better condition than the others.

Although still dressed as refugees, their attire was not as wretched—they wore a tangle of tattered, indifferent scraps of cloth.

At that moment, they did not dare to meet Colin’s gaze, standing beside him apprehensively and respectfully.

“If it weren’t for the refugees, I would have thought they were a beggar gang…”

Colin murmured in his heart, then announced his intention to promise bread to everyone, but only those who were sincerely in need would receive the boon of food.

Next, he casually picked a dozen or so “sincere people” and distributed several wagonloads of bread on the spot.

The group of refugees, witnessing this scene, were suddenly taken aback—was this for real?

In the past, “nobles” would occasionally show great charity, but it was usually empty talk without any follow-through, tricking them into mining labor. Although there really was food in the mines, the work was likely to kill them from exhaustion.

Who would have thought that this one would start by distributing food…

As the wagons loaded with dark bread parked nearby, some less “sincere” individuals looked on with envious eyes.

“Thank you, my lord! Praise be to you, my lord! I will go now and call over people from our tribe…”

“I will too, praise be to you, my lord…”

“Sweet holy water! Crisp bread!”

Colin, hearing their praises, nodded with a smile and a kind look on his face.

The bread was, of course, the kind of dark bread that made him feel nauseous, and the “holy water” was a type of concentrate brought by Tang Ken which, when added to well water, tasted sweet.

Compared to Colin and Li Ming, Tang Ken clearly understood better what kind of food should be brought along.

So, in addition to the basic provisions for a few days, he also brought several bottles of the most important thing—a mix of nutritional supplements and high-concentration sugar syrup as a concentrated liquid.

The nutrient-deprived refugee leaders felt an immediate revitalization and a surge of strength with just one sip, leading them to believe it was holy water blessed by the divine. They fell in love with the taste of this scientific concoction: cheap dietary fiber mixed with a high volume of vitamins diluted in the concentrated syrup.

With each gulp, what reached their bellies was all science and hard work!

Of course, amidst the praise, there were a few discordant voices—

“You must be sent by the ‘Light Saintess’ herself to save us. I knew it, I knew it. Praise to you, praise to the Saintess.”

Uh, Her Saintess? Why not thank nature’s bounty instead?

Colin’s smile held a trace of awkwardness as the credit was oddly shared.

But this wasn’t the first time he had heard the title “Saintess”; it seemed to most often refer to the current saint of the Church of Light, a living saint according to legend.

She seems to have a good reputation among the middle and lower tiers of society.

However, according to information obtained from Helena’s guard, the living saint is currently in the south, amidst the most terrifying Catastrophe of the Magic Fog.

No one knows whether she is alive or dead…

Colin wasn’t very concerned, he simply thought for a moment before allowing these people to take some bread back and bring others to collect food.

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Then, he turned his attention to some other less “sincere” individuals:

“You still have a chance to get food.”

“You need to tell more people, spread my name, my kindness.”

“I will bring you bread and water that flows with honey…”

“Go, let more people know that the world is not hopeless, I will bring food to satisfy your hunger, bring true goodwill.”

“But!”

At this point, Colin spoke seriously, and Tang Ken, seeing this, hurriedly and quietly lit a basin filled with Blended Oil.

In an instant, a huge flame roared into existence.

Colin, with the Ring of Flame Dominance on his right hand, waved, and the flame, as if controlled, converged in mid-air, forming a surging fireball three meters in diameter.

The scorching hot air spread instantly, and the atmosphere on site turned tense immediately.

All those who saw the heart-like flame pulsating in mid-air could think of only destruction.

And Colin, standing below, with his back to the light, his face obscured and his silhouette wrapped in the smoke spreading from the fire, looked as though a god had descended.

How could the refugees present have ever seen this?

The light from the fire reflected on their faces, scaring them into shivering, their first instinct was to flee, but soldiers stationed nearby blocked them, preventing any movement.

Not just them, even the soldiers who had followed Colin were taken aback, having not expected him to have such a trick up his sleeve.

Good, it seems this special effect isn’t bad…

On the surface, Colin looked dignified, a trace of approval in his eyes, pleased with their reaction.

But in reality, if there weren’t so many people…

Colin thought he might actually be unable to resist rolling on the ground.

Pain!

Such pain!

Too painful!

Colin felt as if his entire body were being licked by the light and fire, his figure under the gray robe trembling involuntarily.

The burning sensation was so intense that he felt as if he were being roasted on a stove.

“The Ring of Flame Dominance,” this damned thing was only sold for a few hundred points for a reason, I’d like to sell it too, it’s indeed a bit unbearable…

It’s way too damn painful.

Bearing the agony, he said what needed to be said, and after a minute, Colin, trembling, waved his hand to disperse the light and then stood with his hands behind his back, eyes fixed on them—he was in too much pain and needed to catch a breath.

Of course, to the ordinary locals who hadn’t been treated to any special effects, he, who had displayed a “miracle,” didn’t show any sign of discomfort, and standing still only made him seem more mysterious and unfathomable.

Even though the light had dissipated, they still lowered their gaze, trembling inside and not daring to speak, the greed for food seen earlier returning to rationality.

After a long while, filled with immense respect, they heard Colin’s words again.