"The young people nowadays are really getting more and more powerful, it's really ......" The village chief and the people around him didn't know what to say.

In this kind of poor mountains and bad waters, even if they don't know magic, most people are good at martial arts.

But if they haven't practiced their fighting spirit, they can only deal with demonic beasts below the fourth level, and third-level demonic beasts are also very troublesome existences.

Qin Ming smiled: "You are a fourth-level magician, and you also have a place in the imperial capital, but you have guarded this village for decades, and you will not abandon it, this is really powerful, not to mention, which thing is that your kid has not grown up yet, and it is too early to say that you are old." ”

The old village pinched his beard and smiled: "That's what I said." ”

The final winner of this competition was Gray, Tesla and Lawrence, and one of the two fifth-level monsters died at Lawrence's hands.

He used to be a first-class figure in the Academy of Magic, and his strength is really not to be underestimated.

As a reward, Qin Ming left part of the demonic beast body to the Demon Village by the way, saying that it was Gray who won. In such a small village, things are more important to him than money, and the flesh and blood of high-level demonic beasts can well nourish the next generation.

The village chief knew about it, and he didn't pretend to accept it, which was what they needed most.

In return, after eating, the village chief gave them a map, which was drawn in the vicinity with the Demon Village as a starting point. It has the lair of various magical beasts that Murana found while hunting, which is their target.

It's much easier than finding it themselves.

"However, if we hunt the demonic beasts marked on this, won't it be troublesome for you to go next time? Qin Ming asked with some hesitation.

The village elder waved his hand generously: "Our village even needs a big guy to go to a third-level demonic beast, where can we deal with these above." ”

Indeed, second-level demonic beasts can only wander in the forest, and do not have their own territory. The ones marked above are at least level four, or level three.

The mark is just to ask the villagers not to provoke these, if Qin Ming can clean them up, it may not be a good thing.

Qin Ming thought about it, put his things away, and dug a mouthful of the Demon Village's specialty with a spoon and put it in his mouth. The taste is very similar to sweet potatoes, but eating too many sweet potatoes seems to be ......

With a poof, more than a dozen people sat silently on the table, and the scene was very embarrassing for a while.

......

"Hey, I'll take you around the village, you're going to love it. After eating, the very industrious Gray said as he put away the plate.

At this time, someone happened to walk in and look for the village chief, and the ten of them naturally had no opinions, only Qin Ming stayed.

The man who was looking for the village chief was an injured villager, who was physically strong and able to fight a high-ranking apprentice knight head-on.

But when he encountered a third-level demonic beast of the fowl species, a bloody scar on his back shoulder was shocking.

When the village chief saw this, he took out a wand and chanted a spell, and a milky white light emanated from his wand and shone on the scar.

Soon the flesh sprouted, the eggplant was formed, and finally the shell fell, and new meat grew inside, but inevitably a long, centipede-like scar was left.

"After a while, the scar will fade, but it will still leave some marks. The people in the village have left something like that. After the others left, the village chief said to Qin Ming.

The latter drank the clear spring water that flowed down from the mountain and nodded.

"It's not easy to survive in the mountains. It's nice to have Gray. ”

Although this sentence is short, it hooks all the thoughts in the old man's heart.

"yes, a few young people, and a few fires. ”

The old man lowered his head, as if he was thinking about a few fires.

"The magic just now, it's a little strange, it doesn't seem to be a simple light attribute magic. Qin Ming asked.

The magic of the water and light systems is the best at healing, and the light attribute magic just now is only level three, but the healing effect is no less than some level four magic.

The old man smiled and drew a cross on his chest: "The old man used to be a priest for a period of time, so he was able to use the half-hung holy light technique to come out. ”

"Holy light, I heard that the magic of this department is very interesting, and I have also distinguished myself from the category of magic, which is for the exclusive use of priests, but how can I ......" Qin Ming thought about making a few detours, but the old man didn't care, and instead said: "Otherwise, how can it be the half-hung holy light." ”

"The Holy Light of the True Priest is essentially different from what I use, and I, I just added some Holy Power to the magic of the light attribute to improve the healing effect, which is incomparable to the real Holy Light. ”

"Wow, so you're a magician and not a priest, they wouldn't have thought of this kind of experiment. Qin Ming quipped that the Holy See's power was concentrated in the Kingdom of Tithor.

Lan had been with him many times, and those priests were all kind and good people, but many things, in his opinion, could be defined as stubborn old men or fanatical believers in God.

For this reason, Qin Ming and Lan had a small quarrel. After all, Qin Ming, who lives on the earth, does not worship gods so much, it can be said that he is an atheist to some extent, and to some extent it means that he still believes in gods and immortals, look, he himself is not now.

"Old man, what do you think of the gods?" Qin Ming asked, looking at the village elder's somewhat puzzled look, Qin Ming reacted, "I mean, what kind of existence do you think the gods are, is it supreme, supreme, omniscient and omnipotent, or is it just a person, well, more powerful?"

The village chief thought for a moment, and finally said: "Actually, young man, I didn't think about this problem. ”

"Even though you're a priest. ”

"Yes, even though I'm a half-priest. ”

The old village chief said, "But you're a necromancy, right?"

"Huh?" Qin Ming's eyes flashed, staring at the old village chief, he hurriedly waved his hand.

"I don't mean anything else, it's just that as a priest, I have a strong sense of this kind of magic, in fact, the necromancy is fine, and the most terrible thing is the demonic magic of a group of Satanists.

I met it once when I was young, and I was inexplicably enthusiastic, not psychologically, but physiologically, if I met it now, I guess I would have to see God soon" The old village chief looked palpitating and joked with him.

"Well, what I want to say is that I've heard that necromancy will communicate with the god of death at the beginning, and our priests, before cultivating holy arts, will also communicate with God once, and only then can we officially become saints. ”

As he spoke, the old man pulled a piece of hair from his forehead, and a white hexagonal mark appeared.

"Although I can't answer your question, I, first of all, God must exist, even if I went there and didn't see Him, but I believe that God exists. The old man said solemnly.

"However, God must not be omniscient and omnipotent, otherwise I would definitely hate him to death, depending on what role he has arranged, he has spent his whole life in the mountains, and he has not had a chance to show his face in such a miserable life. I really hate him. And expect me to be a saint, bah. The old village chief spat on the ground, and after spitting, he said, "I'm much more relaxed." ”

Qin Ming walked out with a smile: "If there is a chance, I will report to God what happened to you, and besides, someone has come to treat your injuries again." ”