Kyle's story is very simple and plain, just a little thing that changes for love. If he hadn't met him at the Toy Wand Workshop, Feige wouldn't have known that the once demanding instructor was married, had children, and had a happy family of his own, and the most important thing to do every day was to return home from duty and talk about family life.

Whenever he noticed that a student was lazy, he would always yell at it, and Feige would never forget that voice - he might never hear it again. Now Kailie is no longer roaring, and only those who have gained peace will have such a change. Feige apologizes for not being able to attend Kyle's wedding, and promises to make up for the birth gifts for the instructor's child. A talisman necklace that can ward off the cold and heat and protect against fatal injuries is more suitable, and Feige makes it himself.

"It's not from the church, but you did it?" Although Kailie liked it in his heart, he still had to refuse politely: "During the Monster Hunter period, if you find this kind of necklace while performing a mission, you can give it to the church to directly add points to the assessment of the Ice Peak Fortress." Protective items with multiple spell effects are too precious to be given to children. ”

"It won't be long before every front-line warrior of the Knights of Hell will be issued with this necklace to replace the overly heavy sheet metal armor. Wearing a necklace and inlaid leather armor can achieve a protective effect that exceeds that of moving, and it is completely covered from head to toe!" Feige shoved the necklace into Kyrie's hand: "You can take it with confidence, you will have it in the future." ”

Cayle stopped pushing this time, and put the necklace away with a smile. From his words, it can be heard that Kylie is full of awe of the Goddess of Truth and Thunder Church, and subconsciously regards the church as the strongest and most advanced place. Maybe it's not just him, most of the people in the Yongli Continent should think the same way.

The Goddess of Truth Thunder Cult has a long history, and the goddess has long been the only deity in this world, ensuring the absolute transcendent status of the church. Although the church never levied taxes, from the king to the lords to all the common people, who did not want to be blessed by the goddess, who did not want to express gratitude and devotion to the gods?

The church in the Yongli Continent was already quite restrained, at least it had not pursued worldly wealth and power. It's just that this year's archbishop worries Feiqi, and it always gives people the feeling that he wants to develop the mortal kingdom. On more than one occasion, news from the spies had been received about the Church's increasing military buildup, and that priests and paladins were going down to villages more frequently to find out what was going on there. Feige kept his eyes on the lookout, but he didn't expect to see some magic users near his royal magic workshop.

The Levy Magic Empire did not prohibit the spread of the belief in the Goddess of Truth Thunder, and Fei Qi was ready to wait for the country's finances to be more abundant, in order to support the Goddess Divine Kingdom's maintenance of the spatial boundary, and to promote the Goddess Belief in the country. Therefore, the priest of the church can wear the priestly robe to go in and out of any public place at any time, but what does it mean that those who clearly have the characteristics of magic and magic disguise themselves in the clothes of commoners, and appear around the workshop from time to time?

He wanted to find out what was going on, but as soon as he appeared, these people immediately dispersed, hiding in the busy crowd, and the mana fluctuations on their bodies quickly disappeared. "The grass scared the snake. Feiqi frowned, immediately turned around, pretended not to notice anything unusual, came to the staff of the Royal Magic Workshop next to him, encouraged them a few words, and then teleported away. 、

Those guys are very alert, and should be as sensitive to mana fluctuations as Feige. It takes a lot of skill to hide his mana fluctuations, and so does Feiqi, but as His Majesty the Emperor, he can't spend a lot of time tracking and investigating like a secret agent. However, he could indeed be in the palace, taking care of the affairs of the empire while keeping an eye on these vigilant guys.

He unleashed the Phantom Serpent God Koktar and asked him to come to the Royal Magic Workshop to camp in his place. It had taken a full three days for those people to reappear since the last time they were startled, and they had become more cautious than before, with only three mana fluctuations. Feige stared through the senses of the phantom snake for a moment, thinking that the three guys were less like people who were proficient in spells, more like bait.

After another day of waiting, the number of people gradually increased. On the seventh day, Feige noticed one of the thin, thin, sleek men with a mustache. The mana fluctuations on his body gave people a very condensed feeling, and only after frequent and long-term spell casting, the soul was already able to communicate with the surrounding environment relatively easily, and this state similar to the mana aura could be formed.

This man walked around the workshop campus for nearly an hour, stopping at the door of almost every workshop. In addition to his own mana aura, he had been emitting a faint fluctuation of divine energy that radiated to his surroundings. This faint energy fluctuation is still a long way from becoming a spell, and ordinary people can't see it. Only those who are proficient in spells, especially those who have special skills and training in detecting magical fluctuations, will be aware of it.

Bazihu didn't communicate with anyone else along the way, and he acted completely alone. After he finished walking around the workshop park, he walked straight to the docks along the path to the port. The newly built road is 30 metres wide, with a ground dominated of stone slabs and gravel, and is very smooth with ongoing maintenance, allowing trucks to connect the workshops and the sea vessels. It took him two hours to reach the docks, and then he slipped into the crowd and jumped onto a docked merchant ship in a hidden position.

Feige ordered the Phantom Serpent Koktar to follow, silently landing on the deck, and then tracking through the ship's planks. It is an old merchant ship with two masts, and judging from its size, it can only move near the sea and on large rivers. In the cabin, seven or eight sailors were gathering to eat meat and play dice, and they seemed to be a little crazy, obviously not drunk, but fantasizing that they were knights, thieves, priests, and mages, wrestling with some kind of invisible monster, and saying words like "kick the door, strike first, strike critically".

The mustache passed through the hallway, past the rooms of these people, and glanced at the party going on inside, a sneer on the corner of his mouth. He descended to the bottom of the cabin and opened the stern partition, which was often used as a secret compartment for smuggling. There was a faint candle light in the compartment, and two people were hidden in the flickering light. Their faces were sickly pale, their shriveled skin clinging to their bones, and they were conspicuously lacking in natural light, nutrition, and adequate exercise.

"Tomorrow you can go out for activities, that guy didn't show up, it's safe outside. Mustache walked into the room, closed the door of the compartment, took out two bottles of wine from his bosom and handed them to the two men. "Looks like he didn't show up for us seven days ago, just to see his workshop. ”

When Feige heard this, he realized that he was talking about himself, and he was really startled seven days ago.

"At that time, I said that it was just a coincidence, but you didn't believe it, and it was delayed for seven days at once. One of the pale-faced men took a bottle of wine, uncorked it with his three remaining teeth, took a beautiful sip, burped a pleasant wine, and said, "Fourteen days of progress in seven days will be made up, which means that nothing can be made in the future." Are you sure of that?"

"Larry, I'm sure! In the whole city, no one but that guy has anything to fear. But in front of the giant beast, that guy is not afraid!" Bazi Hu sat down with a smile, stuffed the remaining bottle of wine into the third person's hand, and said, "When the meteor returns, the giant beast will completely destroy Tawu Harbor City and that guy who is in the way." The last time the giant beast was driven away by a sea monster, it was really unexpected. In order to avoid repeating the mistakes of the past, we were sent on a mission. ”

"A boring task. Finally the man looked at the bottle and sighed. He pulled the cork with his fingers, took a sip with his neck tilted, and then spoke with a heavy smell of wine. "Don't think it's foolproof, don't think you're sure. The beast was uncontrollable, not even the god of war. ”

"Parent, where did you learn about this fake news?" Beard's eyes narrowed, and he said, "Don't talk nonsense about uncertain things! The giant beast was captured and teleported by the god of war, how can you do it if you don't control it?"

"You just live in your own imagination, I don't have to confess to you the source of the news. Parente leaned back against the wall of the cabin, setting the flask aside. "You are a subordinate of the God of War, and I am the Ancestor of Change," he said. I have no duty to tell you what you want to know. You can come to me, maybe I'm in a good mood, and I'll help you get a long way insight. ”

"Your fickle attitude is the most serious problem of the Ancestor of Change: there is no normality. War is a highly organized collective action, not a scene in which a single person deliberately creates chaos by playing a temper. ”

Parentt clapped vigorously and applauded loudly, but kept a mocking smile on his face. He then lay down in the corner of the cabin, the bottle at his side. At this point, he naturally lifted his feet high and rested on his bent knees, his webbed flat feet swaying and exuding a fishy smell peculiar to the sea.

Larry pinched his nose and ducked a little away until he realized five seconds later that he had run out of wine in his hand. "That's it?" he tossed the bottle at the mustache, which he caught steadily. "Parent, do you still drink? You can go out tomorrow anyway, I don't think you really want to drink. ”

"You can go out tomorrow, then...... Forget it, since you can't help it, then drink it. I'm a little dizzy and need some sleep. Parentt put his head on his hands, closed his eyes, hummed a song, and shook his feet, and in a moment fell asleep to the sound of Larry's voracious.

"I really admire him, he can fall asleep at any time, obviously he has slept in the past few days. Larry quickly drained another bottle and burped, but still looked unsatisfied. He crawled over and reached out to feel his way in the mustache's arms. "It's really gone? You just buy two bottles, and where do you spend all your money?"

"You have to keep all the money, you have to bribe the guards, you have to hire people, it costs money, you have to save some money. Besides, no matter how much you buy, you won't be satisfied. Because your motto is ......"

"The next one is always better!" Larry laughed twice and returned to his place. He was bored, so he said to the nonsense: "By the way, tomorrow the two of us will go out, what about you? How many people do you need to do tomorrow's work?"

"It just takes one person. The eight-character nonsense said: "What, you want to be lazy tomorrow?"

"Hehe, it's hard to get out, and you can work alone, why don't you give me a day off? It's been a long time since I've eaten and drunk and had fun, give me a day...... No, half a day. I had to move from mouth to foot. ”

Seeing Larry's obscene movements of constantly arching his waist, Bazihu shook his head: "No, you can go eat and drink, but don't do anything else." People are not the same, you and cause problems......"

"As long as you do your job well, in thirty days this place will be in ruins, and even if you cause problems, you will already be in the belly of the beast. Larry continued to arch over, his hips slamming into the cabin with a thumping sound. He became very excited, gritting his teeth and sweating profusely, his two bloodshot eyeballs bulging outward, staring straight at the mustache.

Mustache walked over, stretched out two hands forward, just enough to catch Larry, who was foaming at the mouth and fell forward, and gently placed him on the ground. He said, "If you don't move, you'll be greedy, and you'll be drunk...... and look at Parent. The latter's whole body shook a few times, and white foam also flowed from the corners of his mouth. Bazihu breathed a sigh of relief.

"War is an organized act, and all threats of instability must be eliminated. Mustache pulled a dagger out of his boot and stabbed it through the back of Larry's head, then did the same to Parent.

"Alright, you two can rest. I will bury you in salt, after all, you have also contributed greatly to the Lord of All Things and deserve a decent funeral. "Mustache moved the corpses of the two men together, and then cast a lengthy spell with the rune of the Creator Lord, presumably to prevent the corpses from rotting and stinking. He then used his fingernails to snap a dark lattice into the wall and pulled out a clear vial of pink liquid from inside. There were five more of these full vials in the dark compartment, and seven more that were already empty.

When he opened the cap, a thin layer of pink steam rose out, and he quickly cast a spell to mix it with the runes of the Creator, and then sucked it in through his nostrils. After sucking about a fifth, the mustache quickly closed the cap and put the bottle back. "I'm going to keep working, it's part of the plan without your constraints. After all...... Only war deserves victory!"

He blew out the candle, stepped out of the cabin, and closed the door behind him. The Eye of Koktar continued to stare at him, and Feige pondered for a moment, using teleportation to take the two bodies to his laboratory beneath the palace.

Dead people can also speak, as long as they have the right spells. Fitch was about to cast a spell when he found that the webbed Pageant on his feet was still alive! his heart wasn't beating or breathing, but the wound on the back of his head was healing fast—and most importantly, his soul was still burning like a flame.

This kind of resilience Feige had only seen in "Immortal" Oriana, and he wondered if there was any connection between the two. However, he must take care of the dead first, because over time, the soul of the dead is more likely to leave the transitional underworld and enter the outer plane corresponding to its beliefs, ideas, character, or knowledge, and then it will no longer be able to use the dead to talk to spells.

So Feige swung his fist and slammed it into Parent's head, knocking him deeper into a stupor—and a more complex, slower process of regeneration. After doing this, Feige turned to face Larry and began to cast the "evil" dead (forcible) conversation spell.