It is said that listening to the sound of rain is good for sleep.

But that was in the house, and Donald and his party didn't plan to sleep in the rain, because that would mean Donald would have to stay out of sight all night to ensure that the demonic power worked.

Luckily, it was only around 8 o'clock in the middle of the night that they had already arrived in Delchimo.

"Delchimo is a religious district, remember to restrain later, don't expose it, the aliens can't eat here. ”

Donald had already dissipated his demonic power outside the city, allowing the rain to lap on the roof of the carriage and fall down the edges of the four corners to form a rain line.

He was the only one in his group who had lived in a religious district, and he naturally had to be reminded of some things.

As soon as he entered the city, the first thing Donald saw was a sculpture in the shape of a sun about half the size of a fist on the street lamp on the side of the long street, and a banner hanging from the railing of the street lamp, which still faintly radiated even in the winter rain of this dark night, and the sunrise scene embroidered with colored gemstones.

"This emblem....... If I'm not mistaken, it should be the emblem of the god of morning light, and the books say that many parts of its teachings mention altruism and selfless dedication, so there should be no trouble, first find a hotel to rest for the night, and tomorrow morning go to the market and sell the carriage first...... It's a troublesome thing, can you put a carriage on the train?"

They were going to take Delchimo's train to Corta, and the carriage that had carried them all the way became a problem.

"When the time comes, you can ask, maybe the train here can carry horse-drawn carriages...... Donald, don't you think there are too many pedestrians on this rainy night?"

Leaning on the light from the lamp at the front of the carriage, you can see a few people in raincoats in front of you taking shelter from the rain at a fruit stall, as if they are still bargaining with the owner of the shop, and others are sitting at the door of a bakery despite the clammy cold on the ground, staring at the fluffy bread in the window.

"Maybe it's a homeless person, this kind of weather is harder than snow, and it's normal to come out and find a place to shelter from the rain. ”

Donald had seen many of the same people in Dmingham, who lived in some dilapidated houses on the side of the street, and when it was windy and rainy, he would come out and spend a few pennies on the cheapest snack in the café, and then sit there until the wind and rain stopped.

I didn't care about these people, I looked for a hotel along the street, hoping to rest as soon as possible, but I asked three or five of them, and it was a little strange that they were either full or there were not enough rooms.

"What do you mean by this, we've been two blocks away, counting you, it's already the sixth hotel, and it's full, are you going to hold a winter festival recently or is there something particularly important in the town, or is there something particularly important in the town, or do you just want to bully us outsiders?"

Rao is good-tempered Anthony is also a little angry at this time, and anyone who runs around in all directions under the rain will be in a bad mood.

"It's because there are too many guests lately, you may not know it, there is a bandit between Delchimo and Corta, plundering the village all day long, if they are targeted, the men will be beheaded, the corpses will be hung upside down in the trees for the birds and beasts to peck at, the women are even worse, after being defiled, they have to be stripped naked, cut a few bloody cuts and thrown in the field, you also know this kind of weather, the wasteland is full of wolves, the fate of these women....... So now people between the two cities are fleeing to the surrounding cities. ”

The innkeeper looked around with some trepidation as he spoke, not knowing whether he was worried that the robbers would rush to the door and cut him down, or if the fleeing people would hear about him and ask him for trouble.

"Where's the most expensive hotel in town?"

Donald asked after listening to the innkeeper's explanation, after a moment of silence.

Since there are a lot of refugees, there is definitely no need to think about other hotels, it is estimated that they have already been occupied, so Donald does not ask which one is better, but directly asks which one is the most expensive.

Since it's a refugee, you can't all be rich, right?

Donald's choice proved right, and the most expensive hotel in Delchimo City is now nearly half vacant.

The carriage was parked in the stable, and Donald had placed a warning circle on the carriage before leaving, after all, there were two large boxes of treasure on it.

It was still the same room layout as when they stayed in Belluya City, Lilo and Julia were in one room, and the other three were in a zigzag shape to protect the two of them in the middle.

After a brief wash, Donald did not rush to sleep, but pulled out a chair and sat down in front of the fireplace, and moved a small low table to the side, on which he placed a badge of the god of morning light, which he casually placed on the desk on the other side, and placed a plate of dried fruit biscuits.

It was customary for him to look at spell scrolls or inscription notes for a while, but tonight he was holding not either of those two things, but the old book he had gotten from Claremont.

Although the books are old, they are not broken, and they are even extremely well preserved.

Rubbing the page with my fingers, I can easily feel the toughness of its texture, not like it is made of pulp, but like some other material, but it is obviously not very careful when binding, and the edges are only hooked with some white buckles, but the pimples are a little bad when I flip through them.

There is not much content recorded on each page inside, a few are only a dozen words, and a few are only a picture or a magic circle, but the lack of content does not mean that it is thin, in fact, these more than 20 pages, Donald only barely understood most of them all day today.

For no other reason, this book records the root of Claremont's acquisition of that magical power————- the acquisition and use of the power of faith!

When Claremont first saw the book in the village church, Donald's knee-jerk reaction was to laugh, and there was more of a sense of absurdity in his mind.

Yes, Donald didn't believe Claremont would have such a thing in his hands at all.

The power of faith, which is the most fundamental power of the gods, a mortal, to obtain and use?

In any case, it is a bit too pompous, so that it has an extra sense of falsehood.

Claremont once said that he saw a man in a forest somewhere standing on top of a giant tree man over a mountain, and then he went to bow down again......

It's a lie, it's just a lie he made up.

But that story wasn't entirely false, at least the giant Treants, Claremont did.

It's just that it's not a giant tree man who has crossed mountains and mountains, in fact, if there is such a big guy, normal people will see it, let alone come forward and bow down, whether the legs and feet can listen to the call is another way.

What he actually saw was the corpse of a giant treeman in the cavern.

On the stone platform next to the corpse, he found the book.

To prove his truth, Claremont even described to Donald the location where he found the giant Treant Cave and some details of the environment inside and outside the cave.

Donald thought carefully in his mind that those things could never have been made up.

It was only then that he really began to pay attention to this ancient book, and he studied it almost all the way after getting his hands on it.

"What kind of existence are the gods in the starry sky?"

"What's the difference between a demigod and a god?"

"Why do I feel the reverence of the forest, I can control the forest, and I still can't become a god?"

These are the three questions written in a very dark brown color on the first page of the opening page of this ancient book, which seem to be asking themselves, but they make everyone who sees them have the same doubts.

The first thing Donald saw was the word "demigod......

While practicing in Dmingham the other day, Donald had asked Delia early on how the full hierarchy of Xenos was divided.

In fact, at Piston, Cane Antoine told Donald that was almost the whole story.

After the four stages of aliens, power, awakening, and domination, there is the pinnacle of all living beings - demigods!

The so-called demigods, the simplest description:

Under the gods, above all things!

And since the person who wrote this ancient book dared to write these three questions, it naturally meant that he was already a demigod himself, otherwise how could he have the mind to think about this kind of question.

It's like ants never worry about the gap between themselves and elephants, because they simply can't understand the existence of elephants.

In any case, an ancient book, most likely written by a demigod, is of immeasurable value!

Donald naturally cherishes it extremely much, and when he flips through it, he reads it word by word, for fear of missing any key information.

The first few pages of the ancient book are all thoughts and thoughts on these three issues, the content is extremely obscure, not that I can't read the words, in fact, the text inside is the official text of the Lane Empire, but because it is too colloquial and scattered, some places can't even be connected into sentences, more like the integration of some thinking nodes that someone wrote down with the change of thoughts in their minds when they were thinking.

For example, there is a paragraph in it, and the previous sentence is:

"It's really troublesome, can't you make a ring, Lao Tzu's realm is plants and life, then let the gods of the same realm fight with Lao Tzu, and if I lose, I'll die...... Anyway, Lao Tzu has lived enough. ”

The next sentence becomes:

"My body cannot accept the power of faith, and my soul is filthy and not pure enough?

But as Donald flipped through it, he soon discovered that the content of the book's subsequent accounts was clearly fragmentary, and should have been added slowly over a long period of time by the person who wrote the book.

"Carrying the power of faith with external objects, and then having a special magic circle to transform this energy into a power that can be controlled by me, this is the only feasible solution, but what can carry and collect the power of faith? What kind of magic circle can transform the power of faith?"

This is the text that appears in the upper part of the ancient book, and the subsequent pages are almost always full of various attempts and records of the results of the attempts.

On the front of the penultimate page, the circle of energy transformation mentioned in the ancient book finally jumped onto the paper.

Accepting the prayers and prayers of believers with the idol of the gods, and then using the magic circle to turn this energy into his own use, this difficulty was successfully overcome by him!

It was with it that Claremont got the idea of becoming a god.

In a sense, it can be regarded as a small half of the success.

But Donald also turned to the last page and saw the passage written in the center of the page.

"Although the experiment has been initially successful, this method is only a shortcut, it can allow me to control the divine power, but it cannot allow me to truly have the divine power, after all, it is just an external ethereal thing, if you want to become an eternal existence, you must break some shackles, but I don't have enough time......"

Zhu Jue sat on the edge of the fireplace, looked at the beeping firewood, and raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, hoping to relieve some of his exhaustion.

To be eternal, this is something that all life desires, and Donald is naturally very tempted, but it is not so easy to achieve this step.

Judging from the conditions described in the ancient books alone, it is useless to have a god statue and a magic circle, there must be believers, so looking back and thinking about Claremont, after so many years of hard work, he finally managed to get hundreds of believers, and overnight, all of them became his enemies, and he also changed from a respected sage to a withered old man.

Leaning back in his chair a little tiredly, Donald narrowed his eyes slightly to relax.

The next second, a pair of hands came from behind him, put on his shoulders, and slowly kneaded them.

"When did you come?"

Donald rarely had the time to give his full attention, and when he came back to his senses, he realized it was Stephanie.

"It's been half an hour since I came, and I wanted to call you, but you were so engrossed in reading that I'm embarrassed to disturb you...... Well, I'll bring you a fruit platter, I know you like peaches and apples, and you're too lazy to peel them, so I'll cut them all for you. ”

Sticking a piece of peach flesh into a fork and sending it to Donald's mouth, seeing the latter open his mouth and swallow it, the brow that had been frowning before was also relaxed, Stephanie breathed a sigh of relief, quietly wiped the sweat from her face, and then asked,

"What is this writing?"

Written...... It's the method of obtaining Claremont's ability, which is a bit special, so it's just a little fascinating to see it for a while. ”

In the end, Donald didn't say that it was an ancient book of demigods, and that the fewer people who knew about this kind of thing, the better, not that he didn't trust Stephanie, but that he was just worried about causing her trouble.

"You rest, I'll go back first, remember to rinse your mouth after eating, otherwise the flesh will be uncomfortable between your teeth." ”

Clapping her hands, Stephanie yawned, she was actually tired too.

"Don't go back, just sleep here tonight. ”

"Huh?"

Donald's sudden words made Stephanie freeze directly in place, is this a ...... Invite?

"But I'm not ready. ”

After a bumpy day in the carriage, she was now tired and poor, and she longed to sleep...... She wanted to show Donald the best of herself.

"What do you want to prepare for sleeping...... Oh ~ you ...... Don't worry, I'm tired too, just sleeping, nothing else. ”

Donald pinched Stephanie's nose and smiled helplessly.

In the end, Stephanie still didn't beat Donald, and the two slept in the same bed.

Donald really didn't plan to do anything, reading the ancient book consumed too much of his energy, plus he had been consuming mental energy to maintain the shield on the way here, and he fell asleep with Stephanie in his arms within a few minutes of dipping his head on the pillow.

Only when there was a slight snoring beside her did Stephanie turn to look at the handsome face that loomed in the light of the fireplace.

She didn't tell Donald that the Donald she had seen sitting by the fireplace when she had entered the door was very different from his usual appearance.

In a trance, the black robe and the dark golden skeletal crown appeared on his body again.

When people see it, they want to bow down......