Joseph closed his eyes and prayed quietly while sitting on a low bed in the dilapidated house.
As his prayers sounded, small clusters of gray-white holy fires could be seen flashing in the air. They disappeared in the air like fireworks, and the polluted air was immediately purified.
For ordinary people, the harsh environment is almost equivalent to chronic suicide, but it is not difficult for any priest to solve it. Whether it is the evoked holy fire, the purification technique, or the long-lasting holy residence, all
can solve this problem that is difficult for wizards to solve,
"Joseph, Lord Roland's letter——"
Suddenly, the door was pushed open from the outside, and Elucard threw the bag he was holding in his left hand onto the bed. A large number of letters fell out, and a few even fell on Joseph's body.
Joseph just lazily opened his eyes and glanced at her, as if he didn't even have the strength to speak.
From the bridge of his nose down, his skin was as firm and fair as a boy's. But above the corners of his eyes, it was old man's skin that had lost elasticity and was full of wrinkles. A few age spots were scattered here and there.
At first glance, it looks like the disguise on the lower half of the face of a young man disguised as an old man has been roughly torn off.
In the eyes of any normal person, this is a face that can be described as abnormal.
In remote places such as Kalar, this face alone would be considered a monster and would be viewed with fear and disgust.
However, the man who opened the door, covered in heavy magic dust, reached out to support Joseph without hesitation, and sat on the bed with his shoulders on his shoulders.
What's even more unusual is that the person who pushed the door in was an undeniably beautiful girl.
She is about twenty years old, with a high chest framed by gorgeous bright red eyes. Her long black hair hangs down to her waist, emphasizing the slenderness of her waist and the whiteness of her skin. Her dark hair is as dark as dried blood.
The red eyes are so sparkling that they don’t feel like human eyeballs. Instead, they look more like expensive jewelry.
The delicate face is more like a doll than a human being, lifeless but beautiful. It is the same type of beauty as Roland - or Helland.
Not only the delicate face that resembles a doll, but also the length, color and lifeless yet confident temperament of the hair are exactly the same. The feeling of being able to charm and seduce others all the time with every word and deed is exactly the same.
The two are so similar that if they travel together, others will definitely think that they are biological sisters.
A monster that is half old and half young, plus a beautiful girl who looks like a blood-stained Su Ze doll, sitting together so intimately - this chaotic scene is enough to make people's jaws drop.
But if you hear clearly the very soft but fast conversation between them, this feeling of confusion will turn into a weird fear.
"How many are there today?"
"Six. How about it? I came in after finishing my meal this time. Are you very touched?"
"It doesn't matter. It's up to you to take care of it anyway."
"Tsk...you actually have the heart to let me pick up the trash? Do you still have any chivalry?"
"Knight...are you talking about those idiots who, after being stabbed in the heart, do not seize the opportunity to seek help but instead 'condemn' the enemy with an excited look on their face?"
"Don't say that to me. At least these guys taste good."
The two of them were sitting on the bed, chatting.
Although the two of them - if brain-eating monsters can be considered human beings - are both the type who don't talk much. But by coincidence, the two of them got along unexpectedly.
First of all, they are all die-hard fans of Roland, and they are both assassins and disciples of the Sleeping Mentor. It can be said that they have quite a lot in common.
If Joseph had not undergone the operation, he might have been disgusted by Eluka because he was too gloomy.
But now that he doesn't care about everything, he can tolerate Elucard, who has a strong sense of self.
At this moment, the Queen of the Brain-Eating Demon couldn't help but sigh: "Chapter 121. What are you doing, sir..."
Even though Eluka said this, there was no trace of resentment in his tone.
She concentrated on licking her slightly sticky fingers, with a smile on her face.
"We just have to obey orders."
Joseph turned his back to Elucard, remained silent for a moment, and answered softly in a lazy voice that was about to fall asleep.
Now, two days have passed since the first day the two met.
Nothing happened in the past two and a half days - if you don't count the increasing number of corpses piled up in the sewers of Iron Curtain City.
The task Roland had given Elucard before was to use her swift speed and excellent stealth skills to help Roland quickly deliver letters between herself and old Joseph.
If he could just quickly copy the contents of the letter instead of filling out the forms one by one and send them out, Roland could finish it in just a short while away from Natalia every day.
After all, every letter is similar. And in order to appear less anxious, Roland couldn't use too much space in the letter.
Every day, letters come and go about three times.
In other words, Roland has written nine letters to most people. Including the first letter, the number has exceeded double digits.
The most obvious result is that one-third of the people Roland has contacted have already been in contact with Esther - or "Orlando".
The first batch of money has already started flowing in.
The snowball has been grouped together, just waiting for an opportunity, Roland can push the snowball down the cliff, watching it get bigger and faster, and finally turn into an unstoppable avalanche and flood the world.
Roland lay on the bed and turned over lazily.
Inexplicably, Roland felt like he was being raised.
Two nights ago, after I pretended to be comatose and was carried in by "Orlando" and discovered that the world had begun to change, I indeed fell into a brief panic.
But after Roland calmed down, he no longer panicked at all.
At least for now, the changes in the world have no impact on Roland's purpose. And it seems to be somewhat helpful...
If you think about it pessimistically, the future cannot be worse anyway.
Let Roland take the place of three million players and save the world by himself. If he can't do it, he will die. If Roland analyzes it objectively, it seems that he has only one way to die.
From this perspective, Roland's original fear of the plot deviating from his understanding immediately dissipated.
Calm down and think about it, as long as Roland continues to change the world, sooner or later the plot of the world will be changed by him so much that he doesn't even recognize it. Now it's just a little ahead of schedule.
Besides, Roland has already obtained the voter status anyway, so the plot deviation will be biased. As long as he doesn't die unexpectedly, Roland's rise can be said to be doomed.
The most important thing now is to understand which parts of the plot have changed so that Roland can adjust his plan.
...However, in order to pave the way for the appearance of Roland's true form in the future, Miss "Herland" cannot leave Natalia for the time being - she must have her own alibi to guarantee her innocence to Natalia.
So, Claudia went to find out what happened that day at Roland's request.
Roland has also tried to pray to his sleeping mentor in the past few days, but the responses have become less and less.
Then Roland understood - the war with Dusk was at its most intense, and the mentor no longer had time to chat with Roland. In order to use the mentor's power as little as possible these days, Roland could only lie down when he was bored.
He eats in bed and waits to die, then goes out to send love letters to groups three times a day, and then comes back and continues to eat and wait to die.
It just so happened that Roland had been almost crazy busy in the less than two weeks since the time travel. There had been nothing much in the past three days, so he was happy to rest.
However, Roland did not completely give up his vigilance.
He is more similar to a snake lying on the ground than a hibernating bear.
Roland was dormant, quietly waiting for an opportunity to muddy the water silently.
To be precise, it is the day waiting for the vanguard army of the gods to enter the White Tower area——
At this time, forty-eight hours have passed since the light burial ended. (To be continued.) Mobile phone users please visit http://m.piaotian.net