Chapter 824: Like-minded! An incompatible 'heretic'!
The three ministers of the Principality of Moronir finally stopped quarreling and returned to their usual sanctimonious state. The nobles exchanged information with each other, or "accidentally" showed off the expensive gem necklaces they had just purchased a few days ago.
However, in the corner of the aristocratic area, no one seemed to dare to approach. The smell of alcohol was overwhelming, and the mixture of barbecue and salted herring created a pungent smell.
"If I remember correctly, this should be the fifth time you have watched the 'Spider Thread Divination' ceremony. Next time, remember not to drag me along. I have no interest in it."
"And as compensation, you have to pay me twenty pounds of troll meat tomorrow, the kind that is not broken and the best quality comes from the City of Halberds."
A middle-aged man slumped on a bench without any image, drinking ale and chewing dried meat. Although he was wearing a gorgeous brocade robe, the brocade robe was full of filth, and even hung
Covered with vomit and some sausage casings.
This person's name is Rembrandt, the Blessed Knight, the Smiling Knight, and the holder of the Devil's Horn (giant gun). He is a native of Moroni, but he was not born in Star City, but was born in recent years.
A gold nugget unearthed by Saint Joshua.
Rembrandt is a newcomer who has just reached his peak, so he is not as good as those old monsters in terms of his perception ability and the destructive power of his fighting spirit. But he also has his own strengths, which is that he is reasonable and has no domineering attitude. Because
Compared to those things, Rembrandt prefers a free life. If Star City had not provided him with magic crystals for practice, Rembrandt would have traveled around the world like Boom.
And his first task in Star City is to secretly monitor all outsiders, especially powerful and suspicious people. To put it bluntly, this job is just a decoration, just to give Rembrandt a decent reputation.
Therefore, Rembrandt stayed with the wine all day long, either drunkenly in a dark alley, or vomiting outside the courtyard of a nobleman. But even so, few people dared to criticize, God Bless the Knight,
It is a symbol of strength wherever it goes and is absolutely unquestionable.
"Twenty pounds of dried meat? And you want the best of everything? Do you think I am the leader of the troll tribe?"
"No matter how many times I watch the ceremony, I still can't understand the meaning of this 'spider thread' ritual. In my eyes, it is nothing more than a method of torturing prisoners, but it is dressed up to look upright and dignified."<
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"Stop drinking. At least you are a respectable and strong man in Star City. Be careful of those big nobles secretly making trouble. I have no ability to save you."
The young man sitting aside sighed when he heard this, and then took the wine bag from Rembrandt's hand. The notes at his feet recorded all the details of the "clue", and also came with a gift.
There are countless personal opinions.
This person's name is Abirama, the resident envoy of the Trolls in the Sun-Chasing Hills' Halberd City. He traveled across the ocean just to learn human knowledge. He arrived in the Star City of the Principality of Moronir three years ago, but because his appearance was very different from that of humans, he
It was difficult to integrate into human life during that initial period.
But one day, Abirama accidentally met Rembrandt, who was drunk next to the trash can. Abirama carried him back to his residence and took care of him all night.
Dawn once again lit up Star City, and Rembrandt, who had regained consciousness and looked like a mangy dog, actually stayed in Abirama's residence for more than two months. During that time, the two became close friends who talked about everything.
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"I don't need you as a high-level magician to save me. What's more, as a foreigner, it's better to keep a low profile in Star City, lest you kneel there holding a wooden box one day."
Rembrandt, the Blessed Knight, burped after hearing this, and then grabbed a handful of dried meat and stuffed it into his mouth. He didn't care whether his image was decent, let alone whether he would be despised by the great nobles. p>
Strength is truth. In Star City, Rembrandt would only look at two people. One was Saint Joshua, and the other was standing not far away, like a statue.
"If that day really comes, I will take my own life, so as not to be embarrassed in a foreign land before I die."
"But I feel that, as you don't believe in the gods, it seems that you should participate in the next 'Spider Silk Divination' ceremony, or you should be hanged directly in front of a certain statue of the gods in Star City."
Abhirama shook his head with a wry smile, and then he closed the note, because after watching the ceremony several times, he no longer had any interest in this kind of torture trick.
The reason why Abirama became close friends with the other party is that on the one hand, the other party has a bohemian character, and on the other hand, the other party does not believe in gods and does not have so many taboos.
"Hey! Don't you believe in some old god? We are each other, no one is laughing at the other!"
"Speaking of which, those illusory beliefs are really disgusting. Apart from restraining people, what other benefits can they bring?"
"They are not even as good as those rats in the dark alleys! Rats can still eat garbage and contribute a small amount to Star City! It is extremely ridiculous, it is simply extremely ridiculous, hahahaha! Ugh..."
Perhaps it was because Rembrandt was suddenly overly excited, or perhaps his stomach had already been filled with a mixture of ale and dried meat. In short, his words stopped abruptly, and was replaced by a new round of vomit. The extremely sour smell spread, and most of the nobles frowned, and even the "statue" looked slightly sideways. But even so, Rembrandt didn't hear a single complaint, and didn't see a single white eye.<
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This is the pinnacle of power. Even those who have just stepped into the realm of the Divine Blessing Knight will transform into an alien that is superior to all.
"That's almost it. If you do anything ridiculous again, believe it or not, I'll break your neck!"
"Troll, move him somewhere else. If I see Rembrandt again today, then he can set off for the Hall of Valor!"
Although the "sculpture" did not look back, its bell-like sound instantly silenced the square. Hearing this, Abirama nodded with a wry smile, and then dragged his best friend away slowly. But Ah Birama
Birama is only a high-level magician, so it would be extremely difficult to move Rembrandt, who weighs more than 200 pounds.
"Abirama, my friend, in fact, in my opinion, all the gods and the old gods are bullshit. They are all made up by the superiors with their white teeth, just to imprison the thoughts and souls of the world." p>
Rembrandt didn't know when he opened his eyes, and then turned his gaze to the Star City Palace, or the stone room where Saint Joshua was.
"I know, can we wait until tomorrow to talk about this kind of thing? If you regain consciousness now, can you be dragged home by me?"
Abhirama's face was a little pale at the moment, and his robe had already been soaked with sweat, and then all of it turned into salt in the cold wind of early winter.
"Uh... I feel very bad. It seems that you still have to drag me back to my apartment, and I also need a bowl of steaming broth."
Rembrandt laughed when he heard this, and then he grabbed the opponent's leather boots with his backhand like a scoundrel. The divine knight who did not believe in the gods, and the troll envoy who did not believe in the old gods, their friendship is the foundation of the entire world today.
A small microcosm of the world. Everything is changing quietly, whether you are a peak expert or an ordinary person.