"Come and take a look, take a look~ The most fashionable color-changing shawl in Londinium City. You can change the color with a gesture. Don't miss it when you pass by!"
"Big sale, clearance sale, big sale~Three dices that can be controlled with your thoughts, ensuring you are invincible at the gambling table, one is three gold coins, three is ten gold coins!"
"Hey, little brother! I see the light of wisdom in your eyes, and your whole body is full of arcane power. This durable spell book that is invulnerable to water and fire is the most suitable for you. Look at its cold iron corners.
With the steel lock, if you run out of spell slots, you can use it like a meteor hammer. Hey! Don't leave~ I also have a top hat that can summon bats and frogs, do you want to try it out?"
The caravan of the curly-haired woman was parked beside the gate of Chai Dui Town, greeting people from all walks of life who were hurried out of the city in batches. She seemed completely unaware of the approaching war, and happily sold her dark aura, good and bad to the passers-by.
Identified magic items.
"What the hell..." Enfas came to the city gate carrying two bottles of wine. When he saw this scene, he was so angry that he cursed and rushed forward and roared: "Esmedo! What are you saying again?"
Crazy?! They are going to fight, why are you joining in the fun?"
As soon as the curly-haired woman named Esmedo saw the two bottles of wine in Enfas's hands, her eyes immediately lit up. She snatched them away without saying a word, biting open the corks of the wooden bottles without any etiquette, and immediately "stunned"
Pour hard.
"Aha~ It feels so good, it's ice cold, and it tastes delicious!" Esmedo swayed around like a complete drunkard.
Enfas slapped her on the forehead, and she couldn't bear to look at it. This curly-haired woman who was both a teacher and a friend obviously had unfathomable psychic power and a wide network of contacts in half of the old continent, but she behaved willfully.
It often challenges his sanity.
"Don't stand in the middle of the road, come here, come here..." Enfas hurriedly dragged Esmedo to the wall. At the same time, he looked at a group of fully armed psychic warriors passing by. A young man with a freckled face happened to turn his head and glance at them.
"There are a lot of people." Enfas whispered: "Although their psychic level is not high, I estimate that there are at least sixty or seventy psychic warriors in Pile Town!"
"Well, uh uh uh..." Esmedo kept talking, not knowing what she was talking about.
Enfas frowned in thought and murmured to himself: "If this psychic magic array can provide psychic power to the psychic warriors, then as long as they cooperate well, dozens of psychic warriors can rush into the enemy formation of hundreds or thousands of people.
Neither will be greatly hindered. To deal with this kind of enemy, the best way is to send out groups of golems, and then mages are responsible for casting spells and bombing in the air... Hey! What do you think?"
Esmeadow looked intoxicated and seemed not to hear the other party's words clearly, so she asked: "These two bottles of wine are very good, where did you get them?"
"It's the tavern in the town." Enfas smiled and said: "You don't know, the price of alcohol in Chaidui Town is very high. It is said that there is an extra heavy tax. I almost couldn't afford it, and someone just happened to treat me."
Esmedo stopped drinking and asked, "Is there someone treating you? Who is so kind?"
"Yes... eh?" Enfas stood up straight, with a look of surprise on his face, and his eyes rolled around: "Wait, that person... he, I... why can't I remember who he is?"
Esmeadow raised her eyebrows, smiled thoughtfully, and then started drinking by herself.
"Impossible, how could I not remember his appearance? And his voice, his name, I..." Enfas reacted instantly: "It's psychic power! I was actually controlled by the other party silently
Yes? That person is, is..."
Enfas turned to Esmedo and asked: "You have already guessed it was him, right? The doctor Olenso in Pile Town is your former student!"
Esmedo scratched her thin curly hair and said lazily: "If I go to question you now, they won't admit it."
"What do you mean?" Enfas turned to telepathy and asked. He used to follow Esmedo around and occasionally heard people mention "Olanso" and knew that he was Esmedo's student.
, but for some unknown reason, he suddenly left his teacher and came to the New World on his own.
"Some things you don't know are better." Esmedo casually fooled her and asked, "Say, there are actually people from the Green Ring in Chaihei Town. Aren't you afraid that they will cause trouble for you?"
Enfas said: "What are you afraid of? I was just an ordinary stormtrooper commander. Soldiers obeyed orders and no one could get revenge on me. Besides, my head was also smashed through by a ranger.
Does it make sense to have to worry about grudges on the battlefield?"
"You have no worries about the past." Esmedo glanced at Enfas: "What? Now seeing the battlefield so close in front of you arouses your desire?"
Enfas opened his mouth slightly, then changed his mind and said: "To a certain extent. Before I awakened my spiritual talent, my idea was very pure, which was to climb to a higher status step by step by killing enemies on the battlefield and making meritorious deeds. Even if
My idea of learning psychic powers from you has not completely gone away. I feel that what I learn must be useful, and it must be able to show my strength and truly change the world. Instead of holding on to powerful power without using it,
But he’s just hanging around.”
"So you envy Olanso?" Esmedo asked: "Not only can he do what you want to do, but he can also develop his psychic powers. Do you think this is the right path?"
Enfas speculated on the other party's intention, leaned against the wall and said: "Maybe, I think something should be done."
"Then you want to help and participate in this war?" Esmedo asked.
"I saw the situation in Chai Dui Town today, and I don't want it to be destroyed in a blink of an eye." Enfas stretched his waist: "No matter what, I can still become a stormtrooper, right? I just don't know if they will let me.
Go help."
Esmedo shook the bottle: "If you want to go, go. The reason why I can do business here is because of the other party's goodwill."
Enfas smiled and said: "I think so too... But you, don't you plan to help your student?"
"I can't tell whether that person is Oranso or not." Esmedo squatted in the corner with her chin buried between her knees.
…
"Brother Salemi, I hope you can abandon your prejudices. This war is related to the survival of the Golden Crown Wood Dominion. You and I should take the initiative to participate in it and help Pile Town resist the attack of Glanfaz."
In the chapel of Laigen City, the sound of hymns and hymns faintly echoed. The sunlight passed through the stained glass windows describing the deeds of the saints, turning them into radiant miracles, nourishing the bodies and souls of the believers, and forming the unique "holy spirit" of the Holy Lord Church.
Jushu".
On the worship bench, Bishop Abilit said to Salemi beside him: "I know that you have had conflicts and disputes with some people in Pile Town, but I think that under the current situation, these disputes can be put aside temporarily. Once Gulen
When Falz captured Firepile Town, Lagen City was completely exposed to the natives. Do you think they will stop when enough is enough? Will Lagen City be able to block Glenfaz's attack by then?"
"Are you going to work for those unbelievers, heretics and devil worshipers?" Today, Salemi has long lost his former luster. He looks like he has suffered a serious illness. His cheeks are thin, his eyes are sunken, his expression is gloomy, and his miracles are like beams of light.
Even if the light shines on him, it will not show the brilliance of worship.
"We are not here to act as mercenaries." Bishop Abilit held the bench in front of him, like an elder talking to his family: "If this battle at Pile Town fails, then the future of the church in the New World will be
Development may suffer setbacks.”
"The development of the church?" Salemi's eyes were bloodshot: "Are you talking about the blasphemous act of worshiping Oranso as a saint on earth? Can this kind of thing be regarded as the development of the church? Heresy, complete heresy
!”
Bishop Abilit sighed: “The church has long maintained respect and admiration for people with noble moral character, and has taught believers that practical holy conduct and inner holiness are the way to become saints and return to the Holy Spirit.
Doctor Olenso's deeds of treating people in Fire Dance City and being named a saint on earth is not considered blasphemy."
"Hahaha..." Salemi let out a beastly and terrifying laugh: "You don't really think that Olanso is some kind of healer with holy scriptures, do you? I can guarantee that the crimes he committed will lead to the fire.
The wars and casualties in Wucheng are absolutely inevitable! They are just disguised well enough. When you place your hopes on him, you first give up your belief in our Lord. What kind of saint are you talking about? "
After Bishop Abilit was silent for a while, he replied: "It is true that I don't know Dr. Olenso well, but judging from his arrangement in Pile Town, at least he is not the kind of tyrant who kills living beings. People's
Your words and deeds will be affected by your status and environment. The important thing for evildoers is not only to repent, but also to change. This is precisely the path to becoming a saint."
"You say this as if you are treating Olanso as a believer, but don't forget that he is a complete unbeliever!" Salemi said: "What you do is nothing more than giving up your faith and flattering the powerful.
Wagging your tail to please. How sad. Have you fallen to this level?"
Bishop Abilit did not curse because of these words, but only retorted with a slight anger: "In the long history of the church, there is no shortage of assisting the rulers to rule and educating the people. Can these be regarded as a move towards power?"
Flattery? Moreover, the church’s guidance to the world cannot only focus on a few powerful spellcasters. There are also a large number of ordinary people waiting for our guidance and salvation!
Unlike you, I am only filled with resentment because of one failure and have neglected my responsibilities... To eradicate evil, we really need to rely on spreading faith and the teachings of our Lord. I hide in the shadows every day, and the Lord's care shines
How will it shine on you?"
Salemi smiled: "That's right. You scribes in the scholastic school, apart from copying holy scriptures on parchment, also argue about the contents on it every day. I can't say anything about you."
"I know very well that I have not lost my faith!" Bishop Abilit stood up, as if to prove himself, raised his hand to guide the miraculous power, forming a circle of radiant holy crown above his head, a powerful
The effect of "Blessing" radiates outward, making the surrounding people better resistant to fear and evil.
"And you?" Bishop Abilit looked at Salemi with a regretful expression, and sighed: "Your miraculous power has seriously declined, right? The wavering of your will has made you lose your firmness in your faith. You
I began to question the church’s practices, and the world is full of rejection of unbelievers, and even speculated on the majesty of our Lord, why there is no punishment for unbelievers, right?”
When Salemi heard this, he drew out the sword at his feet in anger and pointed the sword at Bishop Abilit: "You have no right to question my faith! I dedicated everything to the church and my Lord.
!”
"So you think you can ask for something in return from our Lord?" Bishop Abilit raised his finger and turned away the sharp sword: "If you think so, don't ask me, just reflect on it yourself. This is a test of faith.
, you can’t avoid it.”
After saying this, Bishop Abilit turned and left the chapel. Outside, there were several battlefield priests wearing military uniforms and carrying shields on their backs. They asked: "Your Majesty, the armed priest refuses to accompany us to Chai Dui Town."
?"
"It's not very convenient for him right now." Bishop Abilit took the reins of the horse from the other party and asked, "Has the choir been assembled yet?"
The battlefield priest nodded and said: "The eight hundred and sixty members of the choir have arrived outside the city of Lagen, and their quartermaster is purchasing supplies for the last time in the city."
"Very good." Bishop Aibilite got on his horse and said, "Let them prepare quickly and rush to Chai Dui Town as soon as possible!"
…
Hearing the sound of horse hooves disappearing outside the chapel, Salemi felt an inexplicable malice in his heart. He swung his long sword and chopped at the worship bench made of thick logs, causing sawdust to fly, venting his vain power.
"How sad."
A murmur reached Salemi's ears. With the vigilance he had trained for many years, he raised his sword in the direction of the door and happened to see a figure wrapped in a cloak.
"Who are you?" Salemi was pushed by the other party seeing his gaffe, shame, and guilt. He tightened his grip on the sword and approached the other party step by step.
"Do you hate Olenso? Not only did he take Pyretown from your hands, he also shook your faith and kept the gospel and glory of the Lord away from you. He is like a poisonous snake, spreading blasphemy and sin,
It has defiled the faith itself." Whispers entered Salemi's mind one after another.
"Who are you?!" Salemi's sword edge was already at the opponent's throat, but he did not have the courage to lift his hood. The sharp sword edge scratched the opponent's skin, and a drop of holy and glorious blood flowed along the sword.
The ridge moves in.
Drops of blood crawled onto Salemi's fingers, and he was so frightened that he quickly pulled away and shook his hand, only to see that the blood disappeared in an instant and merged into his own body.
"Only blood can carry divine grace. This is the revelation I leave you. Cherish it and understand it. By the way, you can also witness for me how Olanso will win. Mr. Salemi, I hope that in the near future,
You and I can meet again."
The whispers drifted away, and the visitor disappeared, leaving only the absent-minded Salemi, kneeling in the shadows.