There was something subtle in the sentence, and Ogro's expressionless expression and flat tone made it sound like nothing more than a simple statement.

"Perhaps. Laval replied calmly, "After all, I have lived for decades more." ”

Although gray-haired, he looked about the same age as Allen, and even had fewer wrinkles on his face, the high priest of Anduhe was in fact close to a hundred years old. Health and longevity beyond ordinary people are some kind of miracle in the eyes of ordinary people, and even Felicity's awe and worship are due to this shallow but obvious proof. Among the clergy who are still alive, except for the high priest of the goddess of dawn, who has not appeared for more than ten years, Laval is already the eldest.

The long years they have gone through are indeed undeniable strength and wealth.

Once again, the young mage fell silent without saying a word.

"'It can't be stopped. This time it was Croeffler who spoke.

The city lord, who seemed to be a little drunk, raised his glass to Nigel: "That's what this priest told me when he came to me. I thought that's what you meant...... Isn't it?"

Borena glanced at him and quietly removed the bottle from his hand.

Nigel's face, which was never very good-looking, darkened again.

"In the ...... tonight Before last night, we didn't have a clue. Laval neither admitted nor denied that, "Scott Christus's power was unfathomable, and without knowing anything, at the expense of a city, stopped him...... It's too risky. ”

"So," Borena said, "what do we have now?—— there's not going to be another city with another invisible snake hidden underneath, right?"

"Actually, the most important thing is not that. Laval replied.

He nodded to Nigel, and the priest recited a brief incantation, the palm of the hand pressed to Travis' forehead flashed slightly.

He said he knew how to ruin the ritual. Nigel said.

The spell is cleared. The scribe who had been sitting beside him looked up blankly as if he had woken up from a dream, and looked at every face around him with almost horror—anyone here could easily crush him.

“...... And you believe him?"

To an ordinary person, Ogro had no intention of hiding his disdain.

"He was a follower of Nesses. Laval replied, "Perhaps the first of Balach's followers of Nesses." He had spent decades searching for proof of Nesses' existence in history and legend, and he had read more books than many knowledgeable scholars...... He does know many things, and whether they are true or false, we can always judge for ourselves. ”

Travis's lips quirmed, and he shivered unconsciously, his face as pale as death.

“...... Don't worry. Ed couldn't help but speak, "We're not going to hurt you." ”

"Even if I lead you into a trap?" Travis' wrinkled face twisted.

“...... You didn't mean to. ”

"Do you really believe that?" Travis let out a weird gurgling sound in his throat and laughed like crying.

"Yes. Ed replied softly, "I can see how proud and precious you are of the most precious books that have survived here thanks to your restoration...... You will never allow them to be destroyed again. ”

They were ambushed, and an entire library and the books in it were almost completely destroyed...... Travis's near-frenzied anger wasn't disguised at the time — it's not hard to judge after regaining his composure.

Travis stared at him blankly. This unexpected understanding lit up in his eyes.

“...... What do you want to know?" he asked, his thin body still involuntarily shrinking into a ball, but it was noticeably calmer.

"God's bones. Nigel replied.

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Travis isn't very good at narrating. Every now and then he gets bogged down in some meaningless detail and takes the trouble to repeat certain sentences from the book, but no one interrupts him.

Everyone could see that the old man's soul was already fragile after a long period of torment—he could collapse at any moment.

The bones of a god are logically impossible to exist. The essence of the gods could not appear in this world at all, and certainly could not leave bones. The "remains of gods" mysteriously mentioned in some legends are mostly the bones of giants, or purely made up.

But under the altar of the temple of Sidney, there is a bone of a god hidden.

"At least that's what we believe. Travis was in a trance, "That's definitely not a giant's skeleton...... It has some kind of ...... An indescribable power that you can feel when you get close to it. You will fall on your knees in front of it, burst into tears, and feel like you have been saved...... I feel like I'm finally whole. ”

It was no accident that the followers of Nesses built that temple in the barren Sidney Basin, outside the forgotten Light of the Arctic North.

They were led away, but they did not know it. The old man whispered, "'The miracles found by the most ordinary believers are the real miracles. ’...... That's what Copas Fenton said. He never played any tricks on himself. ”

That's one of the reasons why Travis has believed in him for a long time. Is not a priest of integrity, poise, who does not seek any fame or fortune for himself, who does not exchange any vague promises or the coercion of great power for trust or awe, is not more trustworthy than the clergy who only talk in the temple, in front of the nobles and wealthy merchants, but turn a blind eye to those who really need help?

It was only after the bones were dug up that Copas "heard the news". It was Travis who claimed that it might be the bones of a god.

He found vague descriptions in the old poems left by the elves, and the Sidney Basin, once a mountain formation, was called the "Land of the Fallen Gods".

"'His fall brings new life. ’...... So they sang. ”

Travis's elven language has a strange emphasis - he has never seen a real elf in his life.

"It's like an elegy, it's like a hymn...... The elves' feelings are always too strong and ambiguous, and it is impossible to tell what it is. But anyway, that's what we need. ”

In most of the fiction, but even Travis himself has come to believe that in the "legend" about Nethers, the gods created everything not as easily as "singing and breathing". They need to merge their flesh and blood into this world in order to give life to dust and soul to ignorance.

And it was for this reason that Nesses sacrificed himself, the true god of creation. The skeleton that had finally been excavated by his followers was his remains—and he would be reborn.

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