Although it has only been more than a week since the last time the "Mr. Messenger" came to the tavern in the small town of Cambridge, Ariel has been living like a year.
He knew that the Lord Messenger was carrying the will of the great God of Darkness at this time, and was charged with the mission of reviving the Dark Temple. He disguised himself as a magician, endured humiliation and infiltrated into the Mage Tower, and dealt with all the forces.
Ariel was unaware of the Messenger's plans.
But he has been paying attention to the recent movements of the Church of Light, the Temple of Darkness, and the Messenger through newspapers.
When Ariel saw that the Guardian Knights of the Church of Light suffered heavy casualties due to "wildfire" on the Arctic ice sheet, he was so excited that tears filled his eyes, and he could not wait to rush to the front line immediately to share this with his colleagues.
The joy of victory.
After all, before this, the Dark Temple used a stealthy, fighting and escaping combat method. At most, it caused some insignificant losses to the Light Church. It had never been like this time, forcing the Light Church to use extreme force.
The newspaper described it in a sensational tone: "Let us deeply remember those fallen heroes. They heroically gave their lives in the process of fighting against those demonic infidels."
"This must be the work of the messenger." Ariel guessed.
He firmly believed that it was precisely because of the envoy's unfathomable methods that the Church of Light and the Temple of Darkness were able to change their positions and reverse the situation.
But at the same time, he also hated that he could not participate in it and contribute his own strength to the revival of the Black Temple.
"Why did I drink so much in the first place..."
Looking at his swaying beer belly, Ariel thought with great regret.
He even wondered if it was because he disliked the fact that he had gained weight and his combat effectiveness had declined, which would hinder the Black Temple. The messenger abandoned him alone in the town of Cambridge and refused to take him to the capital.
But losing weight is not an easy thing.
Ariel spent a whole week running around the town of Cambridge, and only lost a meager pound.
Because of this, although he was ready to move, he did not dare to go to the capital to find the envoy. He was afraid of losing his own face and the envoy's face.
until today
When he bought the latest supplement of the "Braden Morning News" and saw the sharp eyes of "The Messenger" on the cover, he couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
He thought: Normally, the cover characters of the supplement of "Braden Morning News" are prime ministers, parliamentarians, bishops, high-level magicians... such big figures. Based on the official identity of the messenger, in theory, there is no such thing.
qualified.
Of course, Ariel was not doubting the messenger's ability.
He was just wondering what the purpose of the messenger was in publishing his photo in the Braddon Morning News.
Could it be that...he hopes to announce his existence to the believers of the God of Darkness scattered across the country in this way?
This kind of handwriting... is as high-profile and domineering as ever!
Ariel felt both admiration and awe in his heart.
At the same time, he also realized that the reason why the messenger made such a high-profile move was probably because he was secretly planning a bigger thing, something related to the future of the Dark Temple.
Maybe...he needs help!
"Crack!"
Thinking of this, Ariel suddenly realized something and suddenly slapped himself in the face.
"Eriel, you are such a loser!" He scolded himself fiercely. "Now the messenger is busy in the capital worrying about the future of the temple. But what about you? You will just be here alone and find all kinds of excuses.
Evading responsibility. You are not worthy of being the guardian knight of the Black Temple."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly jumped up from his seat, grabbed the ax and "Dark Scripture" beside him, and rushed out of the grocery store door in three steps and two steps at a time, towards the Cambridge Steam Station.
Running wildly in the direction.
At this time, his heart was surging, and he wished he could rush to the Lord Messenger immediately and help him share the burden of reviving the Dark Temple to make up for his past sins of wasting time.
However, before taking a few steps, he stopped.
He suddenly remembered that it was forbidden to bring weapons into the train station of Braden Kingdom.
Although Ariel's divine power has gradually recovered recently, it is not a problem for him to chop down all the guards at the train station with an axe, but he does not want to kill innocent people and cause unnecessary trouble.
So, he returned to his grocery store, opened the back door, and entered the backyard.
There was a scrawny donkey in the backyard.
This was fostered by his neighbor Aunt Mary in his home. Because Aunt Mary had to go out for something, she asked Ariel to look after the donkey for her.
"I'm sorry, Mary," Ariel said silently in his mind, "please forgive me for having to borrow your donkey without permission."
Then, while untying the donkey's rope, he took out a few coins from his pocket and placed them on the spot as compensation for Mary.
After leading the donkey out of the backyard, he jumped up and sat on the donkey's back.
Although he has been drinking heavily for many years and has gained weight, his movements are still graceful and skillful, as if he is still the brave and skilled guardian knight of the Dark Temple.
However, his coolness only lasted three seconds.
The moment he sat on the donkey's back, the donkey let out a sharp cry, its legs weakened, and it collapsed on the ground. It was obvious that it could not bear his weight, let alone that he was carrying an axe.
"Damn it!" Ariel cursed angrily, whether it was at the donkey or at his own beer belly.
Then, he mobilized his divine power, used the faint black mist to lift the donkey up again, and pushed it towards the capital.
This move seemed easy, but in fact it consumed so much of his divine power that Ariel felt that he was not riding a donkey, but that the donkey was riding him.
"I must lose weight!" Feeling the rapid consumption of power in his body, he clenched his fists and swore for the thousand and first time.
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Throughout the whole day, Allen stayed with Walder, studying the principles of explosives and how to improve them.
The power of the solid explosive invented by Walder is indeed extraordinary, and after being mixed with deep-sea red algae, it becomes extremely stable and can be safely transported to all parts of the country and even to various planes.
But at the same time, how to detonate it has become a new problem.
"I can't go up and stir things up myself every time!" Walder laughed at himself.
Allen stared at the motionless explosive for a long time and suggested: "Teacher Wald, maybe you can try the detonator device."
"detonator?"
"It is a specialized detonating material," Allen introduced. "Using a more active material, such as fire grass or rock rose, to generate explosive energy to detonate this explosive. And its explosion time, we can use
Special magic circle to control."
Walder frowned slightly.
But he was an experienced alchemist master after all. After thinking for a moment, he realized the feasibility of Allen's idea.
"Then let's give it a try!"
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I was caught off guard and received a release notice. It will be released at 12:00 noon tomorrow, please be the first to order!! There will be more updates!! (I will add my remarks later, and I will be coding all night tonight)
ps: The second update is asking for recommendation votes! This update is an additional update thanks to the 10,000 reward from the hall leader Qian Juxue.