Ever since I was sent to this new plane named after him by the Lord Messenger, I have been thinking about whether to write some notes as material to record the process of our exploration and development.
Just like those distant and legendary stories in the "Dark Scriptures", they were also compiled and compiled by the followers of our Lord.
In this way, many years later, when future generations of believers read these stories, they will be able to learn lessons from the history of the temple and at the same time be more in awe of the power and might of our Lord.
However, exploring a completely unfamiliar plane is not an easy task.
In the past half month, we have been working hard to adapt to the new environment of the "Ellen York Plane", trying to learn more about the situation here from the local residents, and preparing for the establishment of a base in the future.
Naturally, I was also busy with this, and I didn't even have enough food or sleep well for many days.
It wasn't until midnight today, when the night was dark and I couldn't fall asleep due to insomnia, that I suddenly had a sudden impulse, lit a candle, picked up a pen and paper, and wrote this note.
By the way, I have to introduce myself first
My name is Delphi, and I am the current high priest of the Black Temple.
The title "High Priest" sounds very noble and glorious.
But to me, it represents responsibility and hardship.
Ever since my teacher died at the hands of Yaknelga, I have taken over this burden and become "the person closest to God."
But since I took over, I have been worried and sighing every night, fearing that I would let down the teacher’s hope, let down the expectant eyes of other believers, let down the trust of the messenger, and I was afraid of making mistakes and failing to pass on my Lord’s teachings.
For decades, I have been leading the remaining believers of the Dark Temple, barely maintaining their strength and surviving under the siege of the Church of Light.
It's not that I haven't considered counterattack.
However, that despicable villain Yak Nelga wants to kill us all all day long.
When he took the position of archbishop, he began to order his men to burn every dark temple in the Kingdom of Braden, kill every believer in the dark temple, and successfully trapped us in the Arctic Icefield, where we have been safe for decades.
I can rarely feel the warmth of the sun.
It wasn't until the great god emerged from the darkness and sent his messenger to save us that things turned around slightly.
I still remember what the Messenger said to me: "I will kill Aknelga."
I believe that the messenger can do what he says. Because he carries the will of the gods and has abilities and means that we cannot imagine.
I believe in him more than I believe in myself.
I'm just a little regretful that I couldn't cut off Nerga's head with my own hands, couldn't watch him die slowly in pain, and couldn't watch him pay for his sins with his life.
After all, I have more important things to do.
The Lord Messenger naturally has his reasons for arranging us to come to this new plane. The great God of Darkness needs more faith. Compared with the original plane occupied by the Church of Light, this brand-new plane is obviously more suitable for us.
Spread doctrines and spread faith.
This is the trust your Lord Messenger has placed in us.
In this case, we cannot live up to his high expectations
We must make every effort to let our Lord's reputation resound throughout this plane and let as many people as possible become our Lord's believers.
According to our observations, the power level of this new plane is much lower than the original plane.
Here, the power of our gods is completely suppressed by the rules of the plane, and we can only use a small part of the power, which is roughly equivalent to the magic level of a third-level magician.
But we're not too worried about that.
After all, in the long years when the God of Darkness slept, there were times when we were unable to use even a little bit of the power of the gods. Just like ordinary people who had no power, we could only work hard under the encirclement and suppression of the Church of Light.
Escape.
We have long been accustomed to days without extraordinary power.
Now, in this new dimension where extraordinary power is extremely rare, the level of a third-level magician is equivalent to the top combat power, which is enough for us to walk sideways.
Praise our Lord! This must be the result of our Lord blessing us!
I have to say, I am beginning to like this new plane named after Lord Messenger.
The weather here is clear and sunny all year round, which is completely different from the Arctic ice fields where the cold wind is howling.
The air here is very hot and humid, the wind is mixed with the smell of burning straw, and even the body odor of sweat is pleasant.
We all took off our old cotton-padded clothes and cloaks and put on thin single clothes
In the sultry weather, you can feel the breeze coming through your sleeves and collar, passing through the gaps between your clothes and your body, and the sticky sweat will evaporate, bringing you wisps of comfortable coolness.
I even had the selfish idea that if possible, I would let Isabella and the others bury me in this sunny plane after my soul returns to the kingdom of our Lord God.
The graves of our ancestors are too cold.
Whenever a storm comes, it will be covered with thick snow, and it needs to be cleaned frequently to see the writing on the tombstone clearly.
To be honest, I really can’t imagine what it would be like for a sleeping person if the cold snow water penetrated into the coffin.
At least it should be more painful than being woken up by the cold wind at night!
By the way, the residents of this new plane worship a god named "Sun God".
Moreover, the residents here actually speak the same language as us. Although there may be some differences in details, it is not difficult to understand each other.
I guess... maybe during my lord's peak period, this place was also his territory!
We learned from the local residents that there is only one unified empire in this world, called the "Essa Empire". Its ruler is called the "Emperor", calls himself the "Son of the Sun", and lives in what is called the "Palace of the Sun".
"In the palace.
Different from the lordship system of the Kingdom of Braden, the Essar Empire implements a provincial system locally. The entire empire is divided into nine provinces. The governor of each province is named "Governor" and is directly appointed by the emperor.
Perhaps because of the vast territory of the Essar Empire, but the backward communication methods, the governor of each province has great power. He can collect taxes, mint currency, impose judicial sentences, appoint local officials, and command the army...
In my opinion, every province can be regarded as a small kingdom, and the governor is the unequivocal monarch in this small kingdom.
The messenger sent us through the plane portal to a small town called Luoxue Town near the north of the Essar Empire.
This name seems to sound very poetic.
I just heard from local residents that this town actually doesn’t live up to its name. After all, it hasn’t snowed in many years.
Let me tell you, this is just right.
I have been trapped in the Arctic ice sheet for decades, and I don’t want to see snow again.
Luoxue Town is far from the imperial capital, and you can often see caravans going back and forth.
We are not in a hurry to act, but choose to stay in Luoxue Town now, spread out, find a job each, integrate into the local environment, and let ourselves have a legal identity.
For example, I am now working as an accountant for an inn. People come and go here, and it is easy to get first-hand information.
Others say that the young knight Refant and his companions are working as guards for a farmer, and the doctor Sean Derek has opened a medical clinic in the city...
As for Ariel, the fat guy, he originally wanted to be an accountant like me, but because his brain was not strong enough, he couldn't even do the simplest addition and subtraction, so he had to kill pigs for the farmer.
Everything is unknown now.
Although it is said that our group has the best combat power in this plane, we do not dare to be too careless.
On the one hand, our divine power is limited, and because our Lord has not fully recovered, once it is used up, it will take a long time to recover.
This means that we may be killed alive by ordinary people using human sea tactics.
On the other hand, we don't know if there are unknown powerful beings in this plane, for example, legendary mages who traveled from other planes.
If they have the ability to break the upper limit of the plane's power, then we will all be reduced to lambs to be slaughtered.
The best choice is to act cautiously, understand the situation, integrate into the empire, and proceed step by step.
May our Lord protect us.
Well, I seem to be a little emotional today. I didn’t expect to write so much content in less than an hour!
Maybe it's because I've been holding these complaints in my heart for so long that I'm almost panicking. Now that I finally have a chance to vent, I can't wait to put them on paper through my pen!
I never thought I would be such a mother-in-law.
In any case, the first draft of this note must not be shown to Ariel before it is revised, otherwise he will definitely laugh at me.
That’s all for today. I’m tired, and the sunlight shining on the paper is so dazzling.
I have to go and rest for a while. There have been a lot of guests in the inn in recent days, and it’s hard to even do the accounting. I don’t want to be like Ariel, who can’t even do simple addition and subtraction.
(The note ends here)
(A large drop of ink falls on the paper and slowly smudges out)
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ps: Only this chapter is in the first person, not the rest.
ps2: Thanks to Zuifu Shitan Qiu Yueming for the 100 reward!
ps3: First update, please double the monthly pass! Please give me the monthly pass! (Make a sound of desperately coding)