Hiccup Dragon Tavern.

Several black-robed mages were scolding and drinking wine and punching.

In order to show that he values these people, the boss Hyde has left all the surrounding areas of their table empty, and no idle people are allowed to interfere.

Thomas, the fat merchant, was drinking alone in an inconspicuous corner, and the ambitious Philip had long since left Ræma, and he didn't know what earth-shattering things he was going to do.

The tavern was noisy, but orderly.

Suddenly, a guy in a gray robe came in from outside the door, wearing a wrinkled pointed hat on his head, as if he didn't want people to see his face, he deliberately lowered his head and raised the collar of the robe to cover it.

Seeing that the tavern was full, and there were only a few seats on the side of the black-robed mage, the man didn't say a word and went straight there.

When the people in the black robe were drunk, they were in high spirits, and they were stirred up by this stranger, and suddenly they burst on: "Who dares to sit here?"

The gray-robed strange man didn't raise his head, but only whispered a few words: "Do you guys need so many seats to support their butts?"

The black-robed people were originally just drunk, but now they all straightened up and shouted at him, "Do you want to get out of the way? Do you know who we are? Do you want to live?"

The strange man sneered twice, but did not answer, and sat there calmly.

Several black-robed mages felt that they had suffered a serious humiliation, and one of them eagerly picked up the wine glass in his hand and threw it at the gray-robed man, who knew that the man only turned slightly to the side, and naturally avoided this catastrophe.

The impatient black robe was even more annoyed, he muttered something silently, his palms were upward, naturally spread flat on his chest, and then crossed again, extending a translucent, weightless blade-shaped magic force field from the tips of his fingers, which was clearly an ethereal and invisible sword! The black-robed mage grasped the sword tightly and stabbed straight at the stranger's chest.

The stranger did not shy away, his clothes and skin changed, the black-robed mage was taken aback, and immediately withdrew his hand and asked, "Who are you? How can you have such magical powers? This stone skin technique is not an ordinary spell!"

The stranger raised his head slightly, but still did not speak.

Several black-robed people shouted in unison, "You are a Bojiao monk." ”

As soon as these words landed, the gray-robed man removed the pointed hat from his head, and the neckline that had been used to cover his face was also turned down. His actions had already attracted the attention of everyone in the tavern, and when Thomas in the corner saw the bald man, he rubbed his eyes carefully, and was suddenly surprised, it turned out that this person was Benedict!

I only heard the old monk speak: "I have heard that all the mages in the Black Robe Society are people with outstanding talents, but according to what I have seen today, it is really unconvincing. ”

Unlike the Order, the Black Robe did not preach any religious theories, nor did they have a formal system of churches and monasteries like the Order, and their propagation was entirely based on their own powerful magical power.

Liberal arts doctrine believes in the omnipotence of the Divine and encourages people to strive to practice in this life so that they can attain happiness in the next life.

The Black Robe Society emphasizes the pleasures of this world, and the afterlife seems illusory and empty to them, and is not convincing.

In the north, where the natural conditions are harsh, this statement of the Black Robe Society is obviously more realistic.

Ever since they appeared on the Bodi Continent, the Dess have been known as shrewd merchants. The Black Robe Society and the Merchant Guild actually come from the same origin, because almost all of the merchants of Desmet know a little magic, and those who are particularly talented and strong have gradually turned into professional mages. The merchant is civil, the black robe is martial, and the parallel of civil and military has become a major characteristic of the Deseth people.

Although the five major deliberations of the Mage Guild were jointly elected by all the mages, they actually had the support of a powerful chamber of commerce behind them.

When the impatient black-robed man heard the monk insulting his talents, a nameless fire burned in his heart, and he said loudly, "Old bald man, we haven't used our means yet, why are you so arrogant?"

Benedict smiled and said: "Although your Phantom Blade has a powerful aura, it is not concentrated enough, how can such a weapon move my stone skin technique in the slightest? The Phantom Blade is the coldest thing, and it is not difficult to condense it, but your performance just now is a big disappointment, if the black robes are all like you, won't they become fake skins with empty names?"

The man was speechless for a moment, and the accomplice beside him helped: "What you said is very reasonable, and we also know the superiority of the erudite priest. Why, then, is the holy city of Roma so easily occupied by us?

Benedict explained slowly: "In the city of Roma, our Pope Clement single-handedly repelled hundreds of thousands of troops of the Dessertes, and even the Tamborance Empire can be said to have been single-handedly promoted. After so many years, the city of Roma is no longer under the control of our Liberal Arts, and your occupation of it does not mean that our Romani is in decline. ”

"If Bojiao is so powerful, how can he give up his power to others?"

"The Bojiao is dedicated to goodness, and does not care about the gains and losses of this world, and the Emperor Tamborance is the lord of the earth, we can admonish, but it is inconvenient to interfere, and his sins are punished by heaven. I know that you black robes will be obsessed with ruling power and want to take the position of Marshal Cripp, and for this alone, the world will have its own judgment, and the superior will be judged!"

When several people saw that the old man was eloquent, they said fiercely: "It's useless to talk nonsense, let's compare the real kung fu." ”

"The terrain of the tavern is narrow and there are many idle, so we have to go out more than we can out. "Benedict is not showing weakness.

Outside the hiccup dragon, a group of idle people suddenly gathered. Some applaud the bald old man, some secretly sweat for him, and some gloat and don't care. Whether it's Tamborans, Dessertes, dwarves, elves, or half-elves, most of them are in the mindset of watching a good show.

Benedict stood there, his bald head shining brightly, and his shabby gray robes gave the illusion that he was from a polydocio or from a gang of beggars.

These black-robed mages also knew that it was fair, and they proposed the strongest candidate to compete with the old man, and this person reported his family and named Kemar.

Benedict was very knowledgeable, and when he heard the name, he immediately said: "These words Kemar do not look like Dessert or Tamborans, but have some connection with the ancient empire of Orint in the past. ”

Kemal didn't know what Orint was, so he didn't answer, he focused his attention, after all, in public, he definitely couldn't disgrace the black-robed mage.

The two of them agreed on three chapters of the law, and they stopped at the point, and they couldn't hurt people's lives.

Benedict already had an idea in his heart, although the sleep technique was convenient, but after all, the other party had a slight background, and he was afraid that it would be invalid, so he prepared the immobilization technique to deal with it.

Kemar's side was also afraid of the old bald man's strength, and in order to humiliate the other party and kill his prestige, he secretly made up his mind to use unexpected tricks.

Although the black-robed people give the overall impression of being arrogant and unreasonable, they are surprisingly gentlemen in the face of their mage peers. They unanimously asked Benedict to make the first move, and the old man did not shirk it, and the starting point was the fixing technique that he had studied for many years. This trick is the same as sleep, it is convenient and practical, and it will not hurt people's lives, and the old man loves this hand the most.

Kemar's side was not moving at this time, but it was not because he had been immobilized, but because he did not evade it at all, nor did he use any defensive means, so he took Benedict's spell straight and straight.

The old man was a little surprised, but Kemar smiled and said, "It seems that your immobilization technique still needs to be practiced, and it will not work for me at all." Next it's my turn. ”

The black-robed mage said, his hands clenched into fists and pressed together, his palms turned inward, and then flipped outward one hundred and eighty degrees, and shouted: "Go!"

I only heard the people behind Benedict crying and shouting to their mothers, shouting: "Ah, I'm going to die, let me die, I'll lie down and wait for death!"

Benedict also felt that his heart was shaking, and he couldn't hold it, he only felt that great calamity was coming, and sorrow came from it, and it could not be broken.

He subconsciously understood that this was a helpless technique performed by the other party, and this method could deprive others of their will to survive and make them be slaughtered by others, which was really powerful.

Benedict was busy concentrating his eyes, his eyes closed tightly, without a trace of distraction in his heart, and he adjusted his breath to fight against this evil magic.

The magic was so powerful that the old man could not stand on his balance, so he had to sit on the ground, barely able to maintain his mind, but he lost the ability to resist.

Seeing that the heat was almost over, Kemar took the initiative to withdraw his hand. Those who were affected by the spell were still immersed in a sad situation for a long time, and Benedict also took a lot of effort to feel a little better.

Those black-robed mages suddenly laughed and said, "You people who are knowledgeable, that's it, there's nothing to say now." ”

Benedict had just calmed down and had no strength left to argue, when Kemar took the initiative to help him up, and said heroically: "It is very rare for Your Excellency to be able to be undisturbed, and I admire it very much, so why don't we go into the tavern and have a good drink, what do you think?"

Benedict didn't refuse, nodding in agreement.

The other black-robed ones were visibly unhappy, and they complained, "Why should we be so polite to the erudite who calls us heretics?" ”

Kemal smiled slightly, but did not answer.

Thomas, the merchant, saw it on the side, and his mind was full of questions, how did this old man enter the city when the two armies were facing each other, and what did he come to do? Because he didn't want to have anything to do with the black-robed people, Thomas swallowed all his thoughts for the time being.

Benedict's trip is indeed a heavy responsibility, and it has a lot to do with the Black Robe Club. When Pope Damasus learned of the infighting among the Dessertes, he began to consider an unexpected deal - to unite the Black Robes and force the Deseth army back.

The Emperor wanted to kill King Hope and the Holy See on five occasions, and Damassus wanted to kill Tugrul and the general on Friday. The conditions on both sides are excellent, but it boils down to helping the black-robes rule the Desserts.

When Benedict met King Hope with the Pope, he had secretly marched to the city of Rûm. Armed with the Pope's handwritten letter and the indulgence, he bypassed the camp in Tugrul and, as soon as he reached the city, asked for an audience with the Five Commentators. The people who guarded the gate of Roma City were all cronies of the mage, and they knew the origin of the Bojiao and did not dare to slack off.

Benedict, after meeting with Canin, Digger, and the other three commentators, stated the opinion of Damassus, and thought that these power-obsessed people would agree, but they were cold and did not say anything to their faces. When the old man saw that this was the case, he knew that it would be useless to talk too much, so he went to the Hiccup Dragon Tavern to relieve his boredom, and who knew that this good show was staged.

Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.