Volume 1: The World of Wizards Chapter 67: The Problems Before Ian Are More Than Quantity
It was already getting late. If there were only Ian and Roger, they could travel on a starry night. With a master like Roger, a team of ten or less bandits would only deliver food. But with two more little girls around, they
Naturally, he would not let his children be so tired from running around, so he returned to Achill's hotel and rested for one night before continuing his journey.
Appleton is a full 70 miles away from the town of Avon. In order to avoid trouble, when Ian visited Henry yesterday, he asked the self-governing member to issue a pass for him to cope with the inspection.
Name: Hyde Catherine
Place of Birth: Toddes Cemetery, Norton Hill, Devon
Departure point: Avon Town
Destination: Appleton
Reason: visiting relatives
Signed by: Phil Henry, Member of Avon Borough Council, Devon
Time: March 15, 1559 to December 12, 1559.
In order to prevent the refugee group from growing, Camelot has implemented stricter population control laws. Civilians who go out more than 20 miles from home must go to the local autonomous meeting or the lord's house to issue a certificate. Otherwise, they will be treated as refugees.
Ian is the eldest son of the Haydn family. Although he does not need this, he has not forgotten what happened during his last escape. He cannot reveal his identity and what kind of dangerous situation he has fallen into. This time, the eyes that are secretly paying attention to him are comparable to those of sentinels.
Shang was much more dangerous, and he couldn't imagine the consequences of being casually exposed to the eyes of the world.
"By the way, don't priests of the Holy See need a pass wherever they go?" Ian turned his head on the horse and asked Roger next to him, each with a girl behind him.
"Well!" Roger nodded and said, "The pass is of little significance to us. You also know that the seven Holy Sees are messengers of God recognized by the secular forces in the entire main plane. They are devout believers. We can reach them wherever we go.
They are all for the purpose of spreading the glory of God, so any king with conscience will be tolerant and privileged to us."
You have a bad conscience, maybe you are afraid of your magic! Ian secretly cursed.
"However, pastors believe in the Lord wholeheartedly and rarely go out. Most of them just preach near the church or practice asceticism on their own, so I say it is of little significance to us."
(This makes you more unique!)
But what Ian couldn't figure out was why Roger, who was willing to give up a promising future in Hydrian for his faith, wasn't marked as a fanatic by the Hunter's Obelisk, and there wasn't even a trace of disgust. You must know that Lady Catherine and her
Ian is particularly disgusted by the fact that his daughter is just an ordinary devout believer. Roger's situation is not at all normal, which makes Ian even more curious about him.
But having said that, he suddenly thought that the magic of the Oracle Lens was simply a simplified and castrated version of the Hunter's Obelisk that automatically searches for the gods' spokesmen and passive believers. What's the use? It's a waste of mental energy.
Hey, that seems to be the case!
This makes Ian a little depressed!
"As far as I know, priests are the oldest wizards - wizards of faith. As long as you have devout faith and dedicate yourself, you can continue to obtain spiritual power and various powerful magic spells from the gods of faith. This is also
The reason why wizards of faith like to practice hard work - it can be said that the closer you are to the gods of your respective beliefs, the stronger you will be, am I right?" Ian asked.
Roger nodded and said, "This is indeed the priest."
"But you seem to be very different. It shouldn't be because of the Hyderian monastery. There have been many priests who came from monastic orders in history, but none of them are like you."
There is no ascetic like him, no matter it is a city or village, a sickle-bearing parish or a protoss parish, a sickle-bearing believer or a believer of another religion, they are all treated equally. Ian saw this situation several times in Appleton.
People like Roger were very common in Ian's previous life. There have been endless missionaries of heaven and reincarnation religions from ancient times to the present. They do not suffer the hardship of living in the open air for the sake of their faith. Unfortunately, this is a scientific world.
The gods on the main plane are real. From the perspective of Ian's previous life, people like Roger can only say that their achievements are immeasurable. However, in this life, he is not deeply involved in the world and does not understand the relationship between priests and gods.
thing.
Facing Ian's question, Roger looked as usual and replied calmly: "The paths are just different. For me: upholding my righteousness, doing my righteousness, and integrating knowledge and action is enough!"
Ian was in awe!
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Four people and two horses galloped all the way, from morning sun to sunset, from morning glow to flaming clouds, and finally arrived at Appleton before the afterglow of the setting sun passed over their brows.
On the way, in addition to the thieves who came out of nowhere, they also met Warren Bolton, a man with two horses. After all, this guy was worried about Ian's safety. After arranging Appleton's affairs, he
He hurried back and successfully met up with Ian on the way. The five blind thieves were quickly eliminated by Warren, who was eager to protect the Lord. The speed was so fast that Ian had no chance to speak.
When they arrived at the church, Warren sent someone to pick up the two girls and take them down to settle down. He followed Ian and Roger, not too far but not too close.
"In addition to the four districts in the city, Appleton has six villages within twenty miles. I have a general idea of the school-age children. I will explain it to you in detail during dinner later. You can start going for testing tomorrow. Finish your work early.
Go back early." After turning around the corridor, Roger opened the restaurant door and turned around and said.
Ian nodded and followed closely. Warren fell behind. After entering, he closed the door gently.
There are already about ten people dining inside - most of them are children and cavalry brought by Ian, only three and a half college apprentices and an old cook - this is the bright spot of the Scythe Bearer Church in Appleton.
Face power.
Ian stopped Warren, who wanted to serve him, and went to get the plate to get the food. He was not used to others having food delivered to him, especially men.
"I suggest you start in the city first. Except for Carlos Church and Luminous Church, you can go anywhere else. There are more wealthy families in the city, so the possibility is higher, but the possibility of rejection is also higher. You have to be mentally prepared.
." Roger took a sip of the soup and felt that it tasted wrong. He saw a few pieces of meat floating in it. He was about to ask the chef's old servant why he dared to be so extravagant, but then he remembered that Ian had spent all the expenses these days.
Feeling burdened, I quickly took another sip.
"Rejected?" Ian looked unbelievable. Who else would refuse to become a wizard? Even Warren next to him also looked unbelievable.
"Of course!" Roger reluctantly put down the bowl temporarily, looked at the two of them speechlessly, and said, "Not everyone is a noble with family background and resources like you, but anyone with some qualifications is willing to send it to the monastery.
There are about ten to twenty apprentices accepted every year, but it is almost never heard of those who have successfully awakened and become wizards. As a transcendent, I have only known of one successful case in the past twenty years, but according to what you said, Gervase Haida
It seems like this unlucky guy here didn’t make it through this year either.”
"You said, if the world knew that all the wizard apprentices in Norton Mountain were wiped out this year, and two wizards died, even though they were just awakened ones, what do you think they would think of the 'profession' of wizards?"
"The Cursed? The extraordinary suicide group?" Ian shrugged, half joking and half self-pitying. Thinking of his mission, he added: "So the news of the apprentice group's destruction must not be leaked again." As he said this, he suddenly said
I raised my head and looked around, and found that everyone was eating quietly and didn't notice the conversation between the two, so I felt relieved.
"But I didn't expect that Gervas was from Appleton. From the accent, I thought he was a foreigner like me." When he accidentally heard the news about Gervas from Roger, Ian pretended to be surprised.
road.
Ian had already forgotten about this villain who conspired to sacrifice him but was killed by him. If Roger hadn't mentioned it, he would not have been able to remember the existence of such a person.
"Then I don't know." The broth in Roger's bowl had reached the bottom. His eyes were vaguely wandering between the empty bowl and the barrel. He noticed that someone had started to add a third bowl, so he shook it.
Shaking his head, he turned to chew on the hard bread brushed with a layer of milk.
After a while, he continued, "Furthermore, it is well known that anyone who is qualified to become a wizard must be the best among his peers. Such people may be nothing to the nobles with a large population and heirlooms of fighting spirit.
But for civilian families, they are not only the heart and soul connected by blood, but also the hope of revitalizing the family. Sending them to the monastery is not as good as sending them to the Wizards Alliance. This is not in the countryside, Ian!"
"What you said is indeed a problem... Then, how did you deal with this situation?" In order to complete the task, Ian had to humbly ask for advice.
Roger didn't speak, but looked at him with a strange smile, his eyes were quite playful, and Ian looked confused.
(See what I do?)
(Ah, it can’t be...)
"It can't be..." Ian asked tentatively.
"Yeah!" Ian said what it was, and Roger already nodded. It seemed that he was familiar with this matter.
He dipped the bread into the last bit of meat sauce, puffed out his cheeks and chewed hard. It took a lot of effort to let the ball of what looked like white bread pass through his throat smoothly.
Ian just finished dealing with the small piece of bread, then turned to look at Warren who was also struggling with the "white bread", stood up and said lightly: "Next time you go out to buy, come to me if you have no money, the child has no teeth.
so good!"
"Yes!" Warren immediately stood up and answered straightly, regardless of what he was chewing in his mouth.
"Okay, sit down and eat!" Ian signaled that he didn't have to do this, and waited until he finished eating before saying, "You don't have to be so rigid in the future. This is not a barracks, nor is it the city lord's palace. Let's be more casual."
Warren nodded calmly upon hearing this.
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After dinner, Ian and Roger did homework in the church with the believers who came for evening prayers in twos and threes. Since today was not a Sunday, there were not many people.
Ian sat next to Roger and felt a large amount of negative energy floating towards Roger from the church statue, converging into a deep spring, clear and deep. He looked at it with envy, and then began to recite the name of the Bone Burial Saint.
Then, weak but pure negative energy gathered from all directions and poured into Ian's body.
Fifteen minutes later, except for those who were worried, ordinary believers left the church one after another and returned to the secular world.
Thirty minutes later, all the worried believers left.