The girl watched the man walk into the house.

The moment that person disappeared from her sight.

Kailin covered her pretty red face with both hands, steam rising from her face.

"Brother is so handsome...Brother came to talk to me..."

The girl murmured excitedly, completely losing her calmness and elegance just now.

"...I said that brother will never forget us...how can such a thing happen...I trust brother the most..."

The silver-haired elf's self-talk gradually became chaotic, as if there were many people chattering.

If you look carefully, you can see that the girl's eyes seem to be changing color!

After a while, the girl's pupils were filled with green, and she seemed to be a different person, and her original Steam Princess-like face became cold again.

There was a look of disgust at cockroaches in his cold eyes.

"Um, senior?"

The room gradually fell into darkness.

A sticky squirming sound sounded in the darkness, and soft things were being torn apart continuously.

An inaudible voice gradually came out in the darkness.

"Ruixi..."

…

There is a network in this world, and people have high-end communication equipment such as magic phones and computers.

Because some curses, undead spirits, and even polluted sleep-talking will inhabit and spread on the Internet, most clergy will not use the Internet.

Charles Addison boldly relied on his spiritual sense in the city, but he did not dare to approach the Internet at all. Only clergymen with strong faith and almost zero spiritual sense could use it.

This network refers to the network used by the public.

In the Brenda Library, there is a system network within the clergy.

The paladin walked through the neat bookshelves and knocked politely on the small door at the back of the library.

The words Curator's Office are written on the door.

"Come in." An old and powerful voice sounded in the room.

Pushing open the door, there is a simple small desk between two sets of opposing large bookshelves.

The white-haired old man sat on an undecorated high-backed chair with a strong back. His neat formal clothes could not hide his muscular figure.

He served as a white paladin, but because he was seriously injured and could no longer worry about the Mother Goddess, he voluntarily retired and became an ordinary librarian.

"Mr. Mansfield, may the Mother Goddess protect you."

Charles made a fist with his right hand and placed it over his heart.

Charles looked carefully and found that the old curator was a little different from usual.

Prince Mansfield, an old man who was usually full of dignity, now had an uncontrollable smile on his lips.

"May the Mother Goddess protect you, little Addison. I am here to see for old Addison whether I, the old man, am still dead?"

Charles looked at the corners of the veteran's mouth rising, as if he were watching the sun rise from the west. You must know that this old man is famous for being unkind!

Especially the name Addison is so unkind!

I didn’t expect this old man to be joking!

Goddess Mother, if he wasn't still in the library under the protection of Mother Goddess, he would even suspect that this old man had been taken away!

"Mr. Mansfield, your body is so strong, you will definitely be fine in another two hundred years! Are you in a good mood today?"

"It's nothing. I'm just happy that the two younger generations of the family are getting together."

Planck coughed and his expression became serious.

"You have never come here to see me, and you want to go to the big library again?"

"Um."

Planck gently turned the book on his right, and the gears creaked. The bookshelf on the right slowly moved away, revealing a path lit with lamps.

"Go in, I have to work overtime tonight, you just need to come out before dawn." The old man said cheerfully.

"Understood, I will check it out as soon as possible." Charles felt a chill in his back. He would rather face an old man who was always making things difficult than watch the old man suddenly become friendly.

I hurriedly walked into the path and passed the path filled with oil lamps. There was a huge electronic screen in the deepest part. As the footsteps approached, a nun's face appeared on the screen.

This is the intelligent AI of the library.

"Find information about the Servais family."

The paladin walked to the chair in front of the screen and sat down.

The AI ​​makes flipping movements and the voice sounds like a real person.

"receive.

Servais family.

The information is included in the First Jihad Artifacts Reference 017 Library.”

Charles realized why he saw the name Servais in the history books.

There are two main chronological systems in this world, compiled by elves and humans respectively.

The human calendar begins on the day when the Holy War ends.

Every holy war means the reshuffle of the entire world's civilization, the annihilation of a large amount of technology, culture and even genocide. The intelligent AI in the temple is a product before the second holy war.

Because of this, it is simply a miracle that a family has continued from the first holy war to the present!

His eyes gradually swept towards the information. The library contained information collected by the temple in the past ten thousand years. It was too numerous and messy, and he needed to rely on his spiritual sense to guide him to the information he needed.

... Some scholars believe that the Servais family has an inseparable relationship with the Mother Goddess. From the moment their family was born, their bodies and even souls hated the evil god.

... Some scholars believe that the Servis family does not possess "souls". Some research shows that during the Second Holy War, the Principality of Servis was destroyed as a target of the temple... Because of this, they may be

A certain kind of extremely excellent family of receptors, born to accept the obsession of a very high-ranking saint...

...Their weakness lies in their extremely easy to be contaminated physique. The patriarch of the Lucas family once described them like this, a group of moths rushing to the fire. The evil gods dream of getting them, but are afraid of their abilities...

Suddenly, Charles saw a red message in the middle of the record. He looked at it under the guidance of his spiritual sense, and his pupils shrank sharply.

[They are like mourning crows. If you see them, it means disaster is about to come to this place, whether they know it or not.

——Saint Hayne Mansfield, Second Crusade 2750 Note]

…

Dense and confusing knowledge was rewarded to Ken with a plate of sauced pork elbows.

Much of this knowledge is illogical at first glance, but when combined with other knowledge, it can transcend the logical loop of spells and be displayed in a way that [distorts reality].

The intensity of Ken's gaze has reached the level of a cultist, and the evil god cast more eyes on him, ecstatic about this human being's bold depravity.

Having understood so much blasphemous knowledge, Ken can now even directly squeeze pollution with his hands and reversely break part of the ring that maintains pollution.

The Trickery sect that Ken learned was originally geared towards practical combat, and he was confident that he could suppress the practical warriors who had been in the third ring for a long time.

"Um?"

Suddenly he felt something.

The evil god sent him a message asking him to contact someone.

Why are there so many cultists in Restoration City?

Has the prestige of the Mother Goddess been reduced to this level? This is the center of the human world, and it would take up to three days for the Mother Goddess’ saints to come from the temple!

He put on a suit and wrapped a protective towel around his face. This time he did not wear the Alert Academy cloak.

It was definitely unusual to have so many cultists, and he could faintly feel that a storm was coming.

However, his opponents have used clairvoyance for him, so he will not miss this great opportunity to hunt down cultists.

His eyes followed the guidance and passed through numerous buildings...

A conspicuous red shadow was introduced into his eyes.
Chapter completed!