Today's New Dunerker Port is extremely shabby, with only a few fishing boats going out to sea for fishing.
On the vast sea, there are only a few small and medium-sized fishing boats with white sails hanging on them, struggling lazily on the North Sea where small ice blocks have floated. The fishermen on the boats are simply white-haired.
of the elderly or simply women and children.
Inside the New Dunker Port, the bustling workers and sailors on the wharf have almost disappeared. Only some old people are feebly guarding the trestle, staring blankly at the few inconspicuous white sails on the sea in the distance.
In the streets and alleys of the city, the soldiers responsible for daily security patrols are all elderly people over sixty years old. It is extremely rare to see a few young and middle-aged soldiers standing outside the gates of several important administrative departments with worried faces.
Most of the pedestrians coming and going are old people, women and children, and young adults are rarely seen.
Arthur demobilized almost all the young men from the five major provinces under his control and forced them to join the army for the expedition to the Northeast Highlands. The consequences of this were that the five major provinces under his control became lifeless in just a few days, and the civil economy was completely destroyed.
Falling into a state of paralysis. As long as this state lasts for three months, the social structure of the five northern provinces of the Gallic Empire is likely to collapse directly.
In such a desolate and desolate situation, in a small manor on the outskirts of New Dunerker, nearly a hundred vigorous and brave dead soldiers were hiding in all directions, keenly watching all the movements around them. In the underground secret passages extending in all directions, in the secret room
, and hundreds of tough warriors were hidden. They were quietly practicing fighting spirit in the stone chamber without making any sound.
In a secret cave three hundred meters underground, Mr. Mo lay weakly on a stone couch. With a thin face, he frowned and looked at the ceiling of the secret room made of magical metals such as mithril and fine gold - obviously
The ceiling is carved with dwarf craftsmanship and is carved with complex magic arrays, which are multiple three-dimensional nested magic arrays that can only be mastered by master-level array masters.
These magic arrays can effectively isolate the atmosphere in the stone room, and can also prevent outsiders from scanning their mental power. They can best preserve the secrets here. The secret room where Mr. Mo is located is not small. The length and width are ten meters away.
Just the magic metals and various magic crystals required for this secret chamber would require a large amount of wealth.
Coughing slightly, Mr. Mo took a deep breath.
His eyes flickered, and at the same time there was a hint of suspicion and worry. He was personally captured by the three Yuanzong of the church, and one of the Yuanzong even reported his name - God Lawrence I.
This old guy has a great reputation in the history of the Western Continent. He is one of the eighteen divine popes in the mythical age of church legend.
Being captured by such an immortal old monster, Mr. Mo secretly thought that he was doomed to be unfortunate, but when he woke up, he was obviously out of the hands of the church. What surprised Mr. Mo was who had the strength to kill him.
He took it from the hands of the god Lawrence I?
"Even if they are demons!" Mr. Mo muttered in a low voice: "As long as I can escape safely and I can continue to take care of Yitris...then, even if they are demons, why can't I cooperate with them?"
With a calm smile, Mr. Mo sniffed slightly. The church people used some tricks on him. He suffered a lot, but when he woke up, there was a strange aftertaste of medicine in his mouth.
Residues. There is also a wonderful ointment aroma on the body.
Among the people who rescued him, there must be an extremely skilled pharmacist, and his attainments in pharmacy may even be a little better than Mr. Mo's. Mr. Mo clicked his lips and secretly judged the identity of this person.
After all, as one of the inheritors of the Eight Classics of Enlightenment of the Gods, Mr. Mo’s attainments in pharmacy are unimaginable by ordinary people. And the healing potions prepared by this person can make Mr. Mo feel inferior. Obviously, this
People's origins are never simple.
"Could it be that he is a fellow sect of the Qi of the Gods?" Mr. Mo frowned. If he is a sect of the Qi of the Gods, that would not be a good thing. Mr. Mo would rather cooperate with the demons in the abyss than with everyone.
The group of people inspired by God are not involved in any way.
After all, there are examples of demons who have successfully taken refuge in the church. As long as their souls and bodies can accept the baptism of divine power, the church does not mind having a few demons who have "returned from evil" and "forsaken darkness to light" as eagle dogs, and such eagle dogs can even
Show the greatness of the gods!
But the teachings of the Revelation of the Gods completely hit the church's Achilles heel. The members of the Revelation of the Gods are heretics that are absolutely impossible to be forgiven by the church. So Mr. Mo would rather cooperate with the devil than have any relationship with these fellow sects.
Any relationship - even if all his power comes from the inspiration of the gods, Mr. Mo still instinctively hates and guards against these damn guys.
"Who is it? Who could it be?" Mr. Mo frowned.
"Those wizards and priests in Odin's Temple? No, their potions are all derived from the power of flesh, blood and soul. This kind of potion full of natural flavor is completely different from theirs."
"Those great druids of the almost extinct Druid sect? That's not right. Most of those guys are now under the protection of the elves. They rarely enter the western continent. Even if a few druids appear occasionally, they
I don’t dare to attack the church.”
"Then, who could it be?"
Just as Mr. Mo was muttering to himself in a low voice, the door suddenly opened.
Lin Qi, who had returned to his original appearance, wearing a set of low-key, conservative old-fashioned clothes, and even the small chain on the chest was exactly the same as the black beard of the year, took Yitris' little hand and walked in slowly.
Mr. Mo turned his head to look at Yitris with difficulty, and showed a bright smile: "Etris, my daughter, are you okay?"
There was bright red grape juice hanging from the corners of Eatrix's mouth. Before Lin Qi had taken care of the matters at Burelei and took the time to come to New Dunerq, Eatrix was having a few 'enthusiastic' and 'loving' people.
Under the care of Uncle Dragoon, he tasted fresh grape juice and various exquisite snacks.
Even though she has lost the emotions that a normal girl should have, Idris's soul still stays at the age she appeared to be. Wonderful snacks can always attract her attention, so she is completely immersed in what these delicious snacks bring to her.
In her joy, she even forgot the existence of Mr. Mo for a moment.
After Lin Qi arrived, Yitris behaved very strangely.
She looked at Lin Qi with a strange look, and as Lin Qi continued to approach her, Iris' behavior became more and more strange. Finally, when Lin Qi took her little hand and brought her to see Mr. Mo,
Idris didn't resist at all, but followed him in obediently.
Hearing Mr. Mo's words, Idris said nothing. She raised her head and looked at Lin Qi. Her posture showed her current situation without any explanation at all - a situation that made Mr. Mo almost crazy and almost murderous:
Without Lin Qi's permission, Iris would not even answer her father's cordial greetings!
Yitris stared at Lin Qi blankly with her clear but blank eyes. She acted like a well-behaved puppy, waiting for her master's order. Without Lin Qi's permission, although she
She heard Mr. Mo's question, but she would not have any response to Mr. Mo's words.
"You! Yes! Itris! What did you do!"
Mr. Mo howled at the top of his lungs, and the corner of his eye suddenly burst, and a stream of blood spurted out, which was more than a foot high.
Lin Qi took Yitris' little hand and slowly walked to Mr. Mo. He quietly looked down at Mr. Mo who was lying on the stone couch unable to move, and then sighed softly: "People from the church
You are so lucky that you can still speak despite being so cruel!"
Shrugging his shoulders, Lin Qi patted Yitris' little head: "Of course, this also has the effect of my potion. The healing potion I prepared should be quite effective? Look, look, as your savior,
What can I do to your most precious daughter?"
Mr. Mo closed his mouth and stared at Lin Qi with narrowed eyes.
This pure oriental face, the long hair that spreads to the shoulders, the tall and majestic body, the fortitude reveals a noble and mysterious temperament, and it is as bright as a night star, seeming to hide countless secrets, which makes people...
Eyes that I dare not look into.
Mr. Mo dared to swear that he had never seen this Oriental man in front of him in his life. But his intuition and his soul were roaring crazily. He had seen this man before and had a very, very complicated relationship with him.
implicated.
Opening his mouth in confusion, Mr. Mo muttered in a low voice: "I have rarely interacted with Easterners in my life. Of course, you cannot be an acquaintance of my wife. Although my wife is from the East, her family
It was destroyed a long time ago, and after her death, her family no longer has any descendants."
Lin Qi looked at Mr. Mo with a smile: "So, think about it? Think about it carefully?"
"Look back on your past years and dig out your deepest and most worrying memories. In your long life, there may be some people you have made friends with but missed. Think about it, maybe in
In the corner of your memory that you inadvertently think is rubbish, will there be some insignificant... traces of a humble little person like me?"
Mr. Mo opened his mouth wide, and then he let out a sad sigh from the depths of his throat and soul.
"Can the clergy in the Black Abyss Prison be bribed?"
"Those damn fanatics will secretly release heretics from the Black Abyss for gold coins?"
"It's really unbelievable to me, dear Lin Qi, little Lin Qi, after so many years, I can still see you alive?"
"Yeah, I always thought I was dreaming too!"
Lin Qi showed a bright smile, and then hit Mr. Mo hard on the chest with his elbow.
His chest and ribs were all broken, and Mr. Mo spurted blood three meters high.
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