"It's not the same as on the West Coast. The West Coast Province www.biquge.info Pen & Fun & Pavilion was actually divided by the Kingdom of Totia after it was annexed to the empire, so the living environment basically retains the model centered on the city-states of the Kingdom of Totia. On the Great Plains, the Arcane Empire's centuries-old residential pattern was centered around the residences of mage nobles, and then slowly radiated outward. Even the larger settlements in the surrounding areas are actually either mining-based, logistics, business-oriented, and other functional towns with relatively single functions, and there is no such large city on the West Coast as there are tens of thousands of people and hundreds of thousands of permanent residents. Of course, the imperial capital is an exception. ”

"In the Imperial era, it was impossible for a place like Blackcastle to have a permanent nobleman, at most, it was only a bastard like an illegitimate son of a family who could only have a little bit of blood to be sent to these places to be a tax collector or sheriff or something, which was similar to a high-level servant. In short, this kind of place was actually just a market and administrative office in the surrounding villages, and it was only after the war that the number of demonic beasts in the wild increased dramatically, and civilians began to spontaneously gather in relatively safe places, and the temple church also strengthened the cohesion here, and the scale of this town expanded rapidly. The influence of the corresponding mage nobles has been weakened, and they have finally had to rely on these civilian towns that they had previously despised to be. The mayor of this town must be a member of the Rodriguez family...... It's fine if it's a younger one, but if it's the kind of old guy who has lived through the imperial era, he has always had a bad attitude towards the temple church, and it's not a strange thing to have conflicts......"

Along the way, listening to the introduction of the female mage Motri, Wind Yinqiu and her also came to the outside of Blackcastle. Sure enough, as the female mage said, this town seems to be not small, with a radius of two or three miles, but it is far from being as orderly as the towns on the west coast, not to mention the tall and exquisite stone high-rise buildings, even decent buildings are few, except for the central ones, which may be left over from the imperial era, only a few temples are still quite large, and the others are either wooden houses or thatched houses, which are also built in a disorderly manner, like piles of building blocks placed casually after children are tired of playing.

The Guardian Hand waited outside the town, and when they saw Feng Yinqiu and the female mage coming, they led them inside. These warriors of the Guardian Hand were hired by the West Coast Mage Council to escort them to Oroyosta, and it is difficult to say how much of a real escort role they can play, but they are familiar with the situation in various places and have a lot of experience in walking rivers and lakes, and they are indeed very helpful in solving various problems.

"What the hell is going on? The messenger who came back didn't specify the situation. Anyway, we only need a brief welcome ceremony on behalf of the Rodriguez family, and we can make any trouble with them after we pass by. The female mage was a little agitated. She was caught by Feng Yinqiu and asked her to solve the matter together, but she was confused about the specific situation. However, this is not actually a problem with the messenger who reported the news, but Feng Yinqiu only heard the general situation from Lord Li Wenmin, and Lord Li obviously has no interest in learning more about these European Sects.

"No way. We didn't discuss it, but as is their custom, we shouldn't stop until their questions are resolved. The samurai of the Guardian Hand shrugged, an old samurai in his forties with gray hair, who was undoubtedly well aware of the situation. "It's the business of the Church of the Converted. ”

"Huh?" the female mage was also startled, then turned to look at Feng Yinqiu and shook her head in frustration. "That seems to be a real headache. ”

"Returned?" Feng Yinqiu also knew about this church. Although he did not know the specific details, he had only occasionally heard of them in the conversations of Gawain and others, but even in Ossing, he had witnessed the actions of members of this church many times. Judging from the daily behavior, this is a rather strange sect, which is responsible for gathering, burial, and seems to have some similar work, but unlike Shenzhou, who is engaged in this kind of matter, ordinary people, including Gao Wen, these high-ranking clergymen with extraordinary martial arts, have a lot of respect for the people in this sect, or at least they dare not despise it.

"Ah, yes, it's the guys who deal with corpses all day. Didn't they find the undead again?" the female mage shook her head, her expression dismissive and disapproving, and the arcanist's opinion was obviously not quite the same as that of ordinary people.

Thankfully, the haphazard dwellings hadn't completely covered the road, and under the guidance of the old samurai, Wind Yinqiu and the mage Motri made their way to the center of town. This is a consul hall built during the imperial era, although it is not very tall, it is very majestic compared to the cluttered houses on the periphery, and there is a small square in front of it, which is currently occupied by a group of people. The group of people, young and old, some sitting, some standing, some throwing a few stones at the closed door of the Hall of Lordship from time to time, some chatting with each other and some yelling at the hall, judging by their clothes, they should be the inhabitants of the town, and they seemed to gather spontaneously as if they were unorganized.

"Look, those guys over there dressed in black are the Church of the Converted. There seems to be a priest, which is relatively rare. The mage gestured to the closed doors of the Archium. In fact, she didn't need to remind her, Feng Yinqiu had already seen it, and those people just stood there quietly, neither scolding nor paying attention to the gathered people, but like guards guarding the door of the hall.

"May the dead rest forever and the departed rest in peace. The old warrior of the Guardian Hand stepped forward with a special etiquette, and these black-robed people moved, and an old man led by him obviously saw the emblem of the Guardian Hand on his body, and nodded to him: "The warrior of the Guardian Hand, what are you doing?"

"That's right, this Mr. Wind represents a foreign mission from out of town, and he had already negotiated with the mayor to hold a welcoming ceremony here, but now ......" The old samurai gestured to the crowd in the square. After thinking about it, he pointed to Feng Yinqiu and added. "By the way, the envoys represented by Mr. Wind have done a lot of respectable deeds on the West Coast, extinguishing the conspiracy of the Revival Society and a cult group, quelling the infestation of the Dwarves, and being the most respected guest of the Guardian Hand of the West Coast and the Temple of the Sun. ”

"I see. The Guardian Hand and the Temple of Sunlight are friends of our deceased, and their guests are, of course, our guests. The black-robed old man nodded, but his expression was still flat. "It's just that for us, the tranquility of the dead and the dignity of death always come first. In the face of death, any political necessity and propriety is feeble. Of course, the needs of friends can be considered, but we will never back down on principled things. Now we suspect that the mayor of the town, Mr. Jamal Rodriguez, used the filthy necromantic arcane to desecrate the dead. We'll all be here waiting for him until we find out. ”

"That's right, tell the mayor to come out and explain clearly! What about our family's remains?"

"If he can't make it clear, we'll move somewhere else! No one wants to live under such a dangerous nobleman, right? Who knows if one day they will be quietly turned into those disgusting undead?"

"Yes, it's the same everywhere anyway. I've heard that a road to the west coast has just opened in the western swamps, so it's a big deal that we can cross there!"

With the words of the black-robed old man, the people gathered nearby first made a commotion, and it could be seen that it was indeed not these black-robed returnees who were encouraging them. Feng Yinqiu also understands this, whether it is Eastern and Western Shenzhou or Euro, there are far more people who are afraid of ghosts than they are afraid of death.

As for the few deceased people in front of him, Feng Yinqiu could only tell for a while that they were probably clergy. He is not very familiar with the teachings of the deceased and the gods he believes in, and the black-robed deceased are indeed stained with the faint corpse smell after long-term contact with the dead corpse, but it does not contain the cold and evil aura such as resentment, but gives people a sense of calm and serenity, as for the old priest who is the leader, he even has no corpse smell, and the breath of the whole person is also if there is nothing, like life is not life and death is not death, if it is the standard of Shenzhou Jianghu, this is a real return to the basics, and the heart is completely integrated with the Shinto that he believes in。

"Mr. Wind, you see it. "The old samurai of the Guardian Hand spread his hands against the wind. "From a standpoint, I'm on their side. Studying the undead arcane is a more dangerous act than unearthing arcane relics, and the misery of those who have become test subjects is beyond the imagination of those who have not seen it. ”

"Necromantic Arcane...... That's because you don't know what the necromancer arcane is..."The female mage on the side muttered quietly, no one paying attention to the noise around her, but she didn't hide it from Feng Yinqiu's ears.

"I see. Feng Yinqiu sighed. The old warrior's question just now was actually for him, and after revealing all the conditions, the priest of the deceased on the other side was still unmoved, and the people around him were also purely spontaneously gathering to make trouble, and it seemed that there was really no way. "And how can we meet the mayor here?"

"Mayor Rodriguez, Mr. Rodriguez, is inside, you guys can just go inside. The old man stretched out his hand to signal, and a man in black next to him pushed it for them, and the closed door actually opened. He thought that there was tension on both sides, and he was preparing to forcibly break in and do it while he was guarding it tightly.

The female mage on the side seemed to see his surprise, and explained lightly: "The nobles are unwilling to directly clash with the temple, and try not to suppress the people by force. Of course, the people would not have the courage to take the initiative to attack the mage, and the temple knew that overthrowing it would not really benefit anyone. Normally, such stalemate and confrontation will end with negotiated compromise...... Or that the nobles either hand over the evidence that they are not engaged in necromantic arcane magic or hand over all the necromantic arcane instruments, and the deceased will never back down in this regard, and as long as they have their backing, the lords will not back down..."

"Please explain to me more about this Church of the Lost......" Feng Yinqiu was talking to the female mage when she suddenly felt something in her heart, and suddenly turned her head to look to the side.

"What are you looking at?" the female mage was stunned and turned her head away, but she didn't notice anything unusual. There were still groups of people in the east and west in the square, some chatting a little and still scolding, and more curiously looking at her and Feng Yinqiu, two outsiders.

"No, nothing..."Feng Yinqiu's gaze swept over everyone's body and face, and he didn't find anything abnormal, these ordinary people in Euro all had common dirty and tattered clothes, and they also had different looks, either stupid or disdainful, or looking at the beautiful blonde female mage and drooling, each one was very natural.

The sense of urgency that I was watching was completely gone, as if it were an illusion. However, Feng Yinqiu would never really think that it was an illusion, in the rivers and lakes of Shenzhou, it is generally difficult for people who ignore this illusion to live for four or five years, and he has lived for more than twenty years. To be able to instinctively give birth to a sense of vigilance and oppression, definitely from a very strong opponent, and then be able to hide it completely, this is not only very powerful, but also very dangerous.

Maybe it was a mistake not to let Liu Xuanying come with him this time. What kind of necromancy is here, it's not just about causing small protests from the temple and the people. However, at this point, Feng Yinqiu had no reason to retreat timidly, he turned his head and walked towards the inside of the ruling hall with the female mage: "Let's go, let's go meet the mayor and ask what is going on." ”