When the paladin heard the old bishop reiterate it, he noticed the somewhat unfamiliar name of the sect, and a subordinate next to him remembered something and hurriedly whispered a few words.
The paladin then showed a look of realization and said quickly:
"It turns out that I am a friend of the Miya sect. I'm sorry, I haven't slept a wink since yesterday until now. My mind is a little confused and I almost forgot Lord Artanis's instructions..."
"Your campsite has been prepared. It is the best location. Please come with me."
As he spoke, he forced out a fairly enthusiastic smile and hurriedly walked forward to lead the way.
"How come this person can change his face faster than he can turn the pages of a book? Have you used magic?"
Gallo asked quietly.
"No..."
The old bishop shook his head:
"It's just that Artanis has always been more careful and always makes arrangements in advance."
"Who is this Artanis? The name sounds familiar..."
Gallo asked curiously.
"That's the unusual guest from a few days ago."
Hearing the old bishop's answer, Gallo suddenly showed a thoughtful expression. It seemed that the guest had a good chat with the old bishop and had a good time. When he came across such a thing here, he gave it to him.
Some small help.
It seems that the goddess's teachings are indeed correct, and being kind to others is indeed correct.
The paladin took Gallo and the others to an open space nearby. The place had been cleaned up, and it was very close to the camps of the three major orthodox religions. It was open in all directions and very close to the light pillar. Compared with before,
I don’t know how much stronger the rocky beach is.
A crusader took out a wooden plaque he carried with him, carved the name of the Miya sect on it with his sword, and then inserted it next to it to indicate the temporary ownership of this area.
In order to alleviate the previous embarrassment, the paladin also explained two sentences:
"There are too many people coming to admire the miracles, and they are all mixed up. I don't know if there are cultists or thugs among them. We can't distinguish and filter them one by one, so we can only clearly divide the territory like this to avoid causing trouble.
"
"I have offended many people before, so I hope you can understand Haihan."
The old bishop and Gallo nodded to express their understanding.
The paladin immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and then watched Gallo unpacking the large and small luggage in the car, and couldn't help but curiously asked:
"You actually relied on this mule to reach such a deep place?"
The journey in was not an easy one, as he knew very well. The carriage and baggage could not get in at all, so how did the mule drag the carriage in?
"Amiya is not a mule, she is obviously a donkey!"
Gallo quickly corrected the other party's wrong remarks and added:
"It is very strong and can naturally tow the car in."
The paladin was stunned for a moment, but he didn't have the energy to ask further questions, so he exchanged pleasantries and turned around to leave.
As soon as he turned around and left, Gallo and Amiya started to set up a tent, and the old bishop planned to take the little milk cats to find dry wood for the fire.
As for Lilian Luo, she was still sleeping soundly...
"Why don't you go? It's quite bright here. If you need fire, wouldn't it be better to use the holy flame?"
Gallo stopped the old bishop who was about to leave.
After all, this is already the scope of the ruins wasteland. Although the lighting of the light pillar makes the surroundings relatively bright and the visibility is slightly higher than that on a full moon night, there are still many areas shrouded in darkness. No one knows where they are.
Are there any dangers hidden in the meeting?
But the old bishop declined his kindness:
"Don't worry, I won't go far, and I can also help you save some energy..."
"And we always have to eat hot food, right? Your holy flame can't even boil water..."
After hearing this, Gallo couldn't help but lower his head in shame.
When the church was still in difficulty, he also had the idea of using holy flames instead of ordinary flames, so that the church could save a fortune on firewood.
But he quickly gave up this immature idea, because the power of the holy flame was not easy to control...
When potatoes are thrown in, they will immediately vaporize; when used to boil water, the pot will melt together.
"Then why don't you let me go? You are old, so don't bother yourself."
Gallo continued.
"It's okay, don't underestimate me."
The old bishop smiled and stubbornly left with the kittens.
After a while, the tent was set up, and the old bishop successfully returned with firewood and lit the bonfire.
Gallo threw a few potatoes into the fire, then turned to look at the little kittens who were helping the old bishop pack his luggage.
The little kittens were immediately frightened and screamed "meow meow meow" at Lilian Luo who was still sleeping.
"No, you may have misunderstood. I'm just worried about what you eat..."
Gallo said helplessly.
"I brought goat's milk."
As the old bishop spoke, he poured the goat's milk that had hit the bottle into a small pot, placed it on the campfire to heat, then picked up the kittens one by one and wrapped scarves around them.
Even in the wild, quality of life must be pursued.
After a simple dinner, the two Gallo people, who were tired from traveling, planned to take a rest early, so the old bishop applied a purification magic to the two people to clean their clothes and bodies, and then put on the same style of pajamas and long-sleeved clothes.
Nightcap with long peak and pom pom.
After all, you are sleeping in the wild, which is different from home, and the temperature in the wilderness is still very low. An extra layer of clothes on your body will give you a sense of security.
Gallo was still not reassured, so he blessed the old bishop, the little cat, and Lilian Luo with several magical spells to ensure that even if they were attacked in their sleep, their lives would not be in danger.
The old bishop silently felt these magical spells on his body, and couldn't help but show a look of laughter and laughter. This boy actually mastered all the divine spells of protection from the first to the seventh level...
Although it does not affect his activities, it gives him the impression that he is wearing a plate armor... Oh no, it should be like he is wearing a city wall...
Moreover, these magical spells are not simply layers of blessings, but form a system with each other. Not only can they complement each other, but they can also resonate and overlap with each other. The protective performance they exert will probably not be inferior to that of gods or angels.
An eighth-level divine spell that can only be cast after consent...
This means that no one under the demigod can shake this defense...
The old bishop secretly evaluated it in his mind and came to a terrible conclusion.
This guy might really be able to take the kitten to challenge all kinds of beasts...
But...his previous divine protection technique wasn't so powerful? Has it been modified again?
Was it what happened after being watched by the Moros Tree?
"This should be fine. You can sleep peacefully."
Gallo clapped his hands and showed a reassuring smile.