"Today's version of the sonnet has been written. Who should I give it to?"
"It's such a pity that the prophet is not here, so I can't hear it right away!"
I really feel sorry for the prophet!
Because the scout's job was taken away by the Prophet, Habalon, who had some free time after his passionate creation, started wandering around the camp with nothing to do.
Jumping to a tree in two or three steps, Habalon stood on a high place and looked at the entire camp.
A team of two thousand people may not sound like a lot, but it is definitely not a small one. The camp is always crowded with people.
"There are so many people."
There are homeless warriors, down-and-out nobles, ordinary people oppressed by the church, and businessmen who have been deprived of their wealth...
These noble and vulgar, handsome and ugly, rich and poor... very different people can come together.
They live together, fight together, and run together.
Let's follow the adult together.
Habalon actually couldn't even remember the names of many people, but he liked them from the bottom of his heart.
This group of people came from all over the world, met on the road, and finally chose to follow the prophet.
Even I was once just a thief who escaped from the circus and ended up on the street. He became a thief with some skills. He was caught after getting drunk and became a slave.
If the Prophet hadn't rescued him, he might still be rotting and stinking in that dungeon, or he might have been bought as a slave and died in some mine.
Habalon thanked the Prophet and was extremely grateful.
Not only because he rescued himself, but also because he gave himself a future.
A future that can be imagined and desired.
All those who follow the Prophet believe that as long as he walks in front, everyone will surely find a piece of pure land in this extremely dark world.
A world without divine intervention, a bright future.
Because they believe this, they choose to follow.
Even if he sacrifices his own life, he will do it without any regrets.
After watching this quietly for a while, Habalon stretched, jumped down from the tree, and arrived at Tours' residence in a hurry.
"Lord Tours! Lord Tours! I wrote another poem today, come and listen to it!"
Turs, who was the first to follow the Prophet, was one of the most virtuous and respected people in the team, but the old man was very kind to others and never showed any dignity.
"Is it Habalon? Haha, what did you write again? Come, let me see."
Just as Habalon thought, the old man was stunned for a moment after noticing him, then shook his head helplessly, and reached out to take the crumpled paper he handed over.
Turs read quietly, but Habalon who was standing aside suddenly felt nervous. When he wrote, he felt very excited and expressed his emotions strongly and directly from his heart.
But when his works were handed into the hands of others, he began to feel slightly shy and uneasy.
Especially when you see the old man's brows frowning more and more, you feel more like you are standing naked in front of him.
How embarrassing!
Habalon moved his lips. He couldn't help but move his lips, and suddenly asked Turs in a nonchalant manner:
"Ahem!"
"Lord Turs, um, do you think... well, the situation with Lord Prophet, is everything going well now?"
No matter what, let’s stop for a moment!
"Haha, you."
Lifting his eyes from the paper, the old man raised his hand and patted Habalon's curled hair, smiling helplessly:
"This poem of yours... is very sincere and full of emotion. Anyone who reads it can understand your feelings."
"Really!?"
Habalon jumped with excitement. He did not expect that he would receive such a good evaluation.
"really."
Smiling and touching Habalon's hair, Turs smiled kindly.
It's full of emotions, devoid of any skills, and not mixed with any writing.
It's well written, don't write it again next time.
"Next time you can show it directly to the Prophet and let him feel your sincere emotions."
If you must write it, then just show it to others and don’t torture me again.
"As for the current situation of Lord Prophet..."
The old man's eyes were full of confidence, and the almost blind emotion strongly affected Habalon, turning him from excitement to fanaticism.
"It's impossible for Mr. Prophet to have an accident!"
"My lord, he will definitely come back safe and sound as before."
"Uh-huh!"
Nodding excitedly, Habalon and Turs spoke together:
“Praise be to the Prophet!!!”
…
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"Um?"
Realizing that the power of faith in Ning Feng had increased slightly, Alice glanced at him strangely, and then looked away after confirming that he had no reaction.
"Alice, what's wrong?"
"Do you feel any special changes in yourself?"
After checking his body, Ning Feng shook his head and said confidently:
"There has been no change. Could it be that if you stay here for a long time, there will be changes?"
"Well, that's not the case. It would be possible if you traveled to the star realm... Well, forget it if you don't feel it."
It's really strange that a mortal can be aware of his own "sight", but cannot discover the power of faith... Does he really know nothing about it?
Alice had always been asking questions, but Ning Feng, who was visiting as a guest, suddenly asked:
"Alice, are you a god?"
Ning Feng had always heard of the existence of gods, but had never had the chance to meet them.
"Me? I'm not! What? Do you believe in them?"
Shaking his head, Ning Feng said:
"No, I don't believe in any existence, but... they seem to have always been malicious to me."
Malice?
"To you? Really or not? What's the point of a special mortal?"
Alice shook the crystal proudly and said confidently.
"And those guys are very busy right now and won't have time to care about you..."
Whoosh!
boom!!!
Without any warning, Ning Feng suddenly heard a terrifying explosion.
Is it an illusion again?
Thinking this, Ning Feng suddenly raised his head and saw a figure appearing in the sky.
Light.
It was an extremely bright light!
That light is not warm at all, but violent!
That is not holy light, not that kind of beautiful and warm thing. Just looking at it will make you feel the painful flame that burns your soul!
No, that's not the feeling...
Tsk tsk tsk!
His body began to evaporate or even vaporize directly after looking directly at the flame!
"Hey!!! Just hold on..."
Alice's voice faded away, and she seemed to be shouting something, but Ning Feng could no longer hear clearly.
Before his body was completely destroyed, Ning Feng saw something in the light in the sky.