"This rule that every dwelling must have a door is so unreasonable that God has to step through the door when he enters the house......" the young man babbled as he complained about the inflexibility of the Holy Scriptures.

"It should be useful. Abay Lou thought. He planned not to save this young man the next time he had the chance, to see if his power of fate was strong enough to affect cause and effect, if he could, then Abailou must pay more attention to this double-edged sword, if his power of fate is too strong, there will definitely be many variables, "Is it necessary to secure the city gate and dig a moat in this kind of place?"

Abailou did not believe in the so-called god of fate, and he had the impression that the gods of the pan-continent only appeared after the Titans, and they were definitely not so hand-eyed. For example, this fate Menjia is in charge of fate, but she is definitely not the creator of fate, she is just a manager. They must act according to certain rules, and like the gods of nature, they must act under the laws. They are strong enough to defeat anyone who provokes, but they must not go beyond their profession to satisfy their selfish desires.

Destiny Gatejia and others may be able to satisfy some of their own needs as gods, such as sending down angels to try to kill Abaylou, while there are some people that Destiny Gatega does not dare to act rashly, such as the superstitious Tianjiade, the astrological witch, and the unlucky young man in front of him who may have great luck. It was the forbidden place of her profession, to the point of death.

The operation of the gods is not quite understood by Abay Lou, but it should not be made by ordinary people, carrying the huge power that the divine power is absolutely extraordinary and the body can bear.

Abaylou likes to think about problems when he can relax, and he is currently facing off against Fate Menga, and Fate Menga is naturally among his "special attack plans", this god who cannot be killed by conventional means must have her death hole.

"Killing gods" sounds pretty good, and it makes the rebels' blood boil. Thanks to the hints of the two tide lords, Abaylou probably understood how to deal with the native gods.

Speaking of which, he personally thinks that the Holy See as a whole is much more difficult than a single god, and one or two gods will not be more difficult than the Holy See.

He rode his horse and swayed down the streets of Mud Town, which did not look like the town of the wealthy Versydegang. The sick, the despaired, the poor, and the dead are all here, and except for those whose beliefs are more firm, almost all of them have a confused, incomprehensible, and painful expression.

It's not like a place to live and work, it's more like a remote place to be punished.

"Most of the people here are here for Lord Jiade. The caravan leader explained. It is not surprising that there must be some people who do not know certain customs and customs, and he did not think much of it.

"To Jiade?" Abailou said, "What can Master Jiade do?"

"This is a matter of the last few years, and it's normal for outsiders not to know the truth. The leader of the caravan smiled kindly, pointed to a man who was making mud cakes out of black clay, and said, "Most of them are such people, who are not firm in their faith and get into bad habits, and eventually turn away from God and are punished, and struggle with sickness and hardship. A few years ago, some people released rumors that Lord Jiade was willing to provide assistance to the difficult and lost free of charge, so that the sick could be saved and the suffering were liberated. Although Lady Jiade will set aside time to treat them every month, he has been busy all month. ”

"It can be seen that Lord Jiade must be very busy, and even then there are countless people who need to wait in line, alas, there is no one to share it for her. Abaylou said with a feigned sigh.

"To tell you the truth, I do not agree with the actions of Lord Jiade, the Thirty-six Gods are above, and there is nothing insulting in my words - she is too forgiving, she has lost the holy solemnity of the Holy Maiden, and she does not need to give salvation to these lost people, and if it were not for her betrayal of the teachings, she will certainly not end up like this. "The leader of the caravan meant that Jiade's behavior was too cheap, and that the majestic saint did not need such a flattering method, but rather that this busyness, though worthy of their admiration, could not win more respect.

The leader of the caravan looked at the sun in the sky and said goodbye to Abaylou, "If you need accommodation to come to the only inn in town, the boss is my friend, and now it's time to deliver, I'll go first." ”

"Is the delivery with Jiade?" asked Abaylou.

"How is it possible, Lord Jiade has a lot of opportunities. The leader of the caravan pointed to the slightly taller temple and said, "That is where we deliver, and the current Lord Jiade has no time to take care of us." ”

"We'll see you later. Abaylou said.

"Well, a friend contacts me if he has something. The caravan leader said.

The location of the delusional Tianjiade is easy to find, but now is not the time to meet, it is difficult to say that there are a few eyeliners around her, and Abailou cannot blindly contact Jiade.

There was still plenty of time, and Abaylou decided to wait until late in the night.

So he casually found a shady place, and next to him was a thin middle-aged man who was drying mud cakes. Look at his long-term malnutrition and swollen belly, and live like a disaster victim on a certain continent.

Abay took out the dry food he had brought with him, took a bite, and drank the water that was very free in Mud Town. The thin middle-aged man looked at Abailou's dashing appearance, his eyes were about to pop out, staring at the food in Abailou's hand and the water dripping down his neck.

Abay Lou looked at him, smiled and shook the water bag in his hand and said, "You want it?"

The thin middle-aged man didn't say a word, and was wary of Abaylou.

"If you want to drink, may I ask you something?" said Abaylou, putting the water on the thin middle-aged man's lap.

He still looked at Abay Lou very warily.

"And what about the grain?" said Abaylou, who put the dry cake and dried meat on the thin middle-aged man's lap, "Don't worry, I just want to ask you about it." ”

"I... Snore... Snore... It's not that interesting. "The thin middle-aged man speaks very energetically, and seems to have been well educated. He devoured the hard-won food in his hand and responded vaguely to Abayron's words.

"You don't seem to be a weak-willed person, why did you end up in such a situation. Abaylou asked.

"Me?" The thin middle-aged man instigated his fingers, and said with a helpless wry smile: "Even in a firm belief can not withstand the cruelty of reality, young man, I advise you, it's best not to stay in Mud Town for too long, it's not so easy to survive here, everyone has their own hardships to come here, who wants to eat mud cakes here every day." ”

"Tell me about you. ”

"Oh yes, my business ......," the middle-aged man said with a sigh of relief, "I used to be a warrior of the Versail Compendium, charging for the temple to which I belonged. ”

Abaylou looked at the calluses of the weapon in his hand, and his words were eight points believable.

"It was an attack, and I was in charge of resisting the enemy at the front, the demons from the depths of the earth, and the wounds they inflicted on us were like a thousand cuts. The middle-aged man recalled the unbearable past, as if his abdomen was still aching, "In order to relieve the pain, we were forced to take the large flower hemp that we used to treat it - whether it was chewed or taken externally, they were addictive." ”

The thin middle-aged man suddenly looked up at Abay Lou angrily, and there were countless disappointments and grievances in his eyes.