Tria didn't have as many coal factories as Sears, and as the largest empire of mankind, the cleanliness of the capital had always been on par with that of Avos.

Scattered snowflakes fell, and out of the cloakroom was a man, and under his delicate beard was the new brand of Tucker City Cigarette Roll Factory.

The thick coat was well protected from the cold, and with his hand touching the shiny back, the man exhaled a puff of smoke, put on a tan cap, and walked into the tavern opposite.

Not to blame the dwarves for disgust, the rum of the Kaia Empire was unacceptable even to the locals, and the man ordered a cheap and low-quality ale, his eyes scanning the customers in the shop, the balance ring on his finger reflecting the silver light.

Sost loved the feeling, the feeling of dancing on the tip of a knife, even though there were his bounty orders posted all over the streets, a clue, a hundred gold coins.

With smoke on his face and habitually patting the ancient books in his pocket, Sost walked over to the table where the dock workers were seated.

There's been something wrong with Tria's atmosphere lately, and rumors of the end of the world have begun to circulate in the lower circles of the streets and alleys.

However, only a few people believe this news, and it is more of an after-dinner conversation after a busy day.

Because the doctrine of annihilation has become a necessary course for cultists, and the work of the church is in place, especially the influence of the Church of Light here, devout believers will definitely not be easily fooled.

But Sost doesn't matter, it's one thing to believe it or not, and it's another thing to spread it.

The whispers in the corner were muffled, and after about ten minutes, with the varying looks of a dock worker, Sost left the tavern with a smile and headed for the next tavern.

There are a lot of taverns in Tria, and the arrival of winter makes the docks very little work, so many people at the bottom like to have a drink or two to kill time.

As the sun sank from east to west, Thorst finished his last cigarette, threw the box down the street, and walked into the hotel he had booked.

The warm fireplace made Yafanka jump out as soon as she entered the house, she couldn't feel the temperature, but she liked the scene, and when she was still alive, the fireplace was only available to the very rich.

Tearing off his fake beard and unpacking a new pack of cigarettes, Sost looked back at the somewhat eerie image and laughed.

Yafanka was sitting on the fireplace, her legs swinging back and forth, sometimes outstretched, sometimes thrust into the flames, looking at him with a smile on her face.

"It's a wonderful world, much better than we were back then. ”

"The world is very good, but it may be gone soon. ”

Taking a hard puff of his cigarette, Sost sat down in his rocking chair and opened the magic scroll.

It had been a week since he arrived in Tria, and he was well aware of his wanted arrest in the Empire, but there was one thing he had not made clear to Ferrante and the others before parting.

That is, the bad attitude of the Church towards magic is not a possibility, but a certainty.

He is a little-known tomb robber, and going to church and confessing in a grand manner is no different from looking for death.

But luckily, perhaps by the old man's means, the words on the magic scrolls all disappeared and became simple and straightforward magic study books, even marked with some magic spells and matching gestures.

Thorst looked at it carefully, and the highest-level magic was marked as the eighth order, which was a blessing from heaven for him, so he had the current plan.

Reading the words on the scroll carefully, cigarette butts were thrown on the ground one by one, Sost was so immersed in the world of magic that he even ignored dinner, and the firewood for the fireplace was also added by Yafanka.

It's not that he forgets to sleep and eat so much, but there is an important thing tonight, whether it can be done or not depends on how much he can remember in the past few days.

The moon gradually climbed into the sky, and the snow on the side of the street reflected a silvery white light.

Looking at his pocket watch, Sost put away the magic scroll, took a simple sip of water, and walked out of the hotel with Yafanka.

Moccasines, smeared with soot and mixed with snow, Soster sucked a cigarette in his mouth and slowly walked downstream to the dock unloading area.

Except in busy times, there are hardly any people stopping here at night, but tonight, there are nearly thirty or so people gathered here, most of them workers.

There was no fire on the wharf, and the workers hid by the river and waited quietly for the man, there were no believers among them, and it was clear from their eyes that the prayers of the church had not restored their hope for a difficult life.

Numbness, getting by, that's what Sost aimed, and he knew very well what the power of hope could be for desperate people, and he didn't mind taking advantage of it.

Yikes!

When the scorching cigarette butt fell into the river, Sost took off his hat, opened his arms, and deliberately lowered his voice, but said clearly, "You will be the last strength and new life of this world, those who resist the end times. ”

He smiled at the crowd coming out of the corner, like a gentleman in the theater, and talked eloquently, once again describing the bad news of the coming end and their current miserable lives.

As a former false cultist, he knew what tone to use to arouse the desires of these people's hearts.

“...... As long as we resist the end of the world, the church, the nobility, the royal family, everything that weighs on our heads will be destroyed, because they are still lying in warm beds, dreaming of what a luxury they will have tomorrow for breakfast!"

"And we, we have foreseen the future in advance, and we have the real initiative this time!"

There was a slight cheer from the crowd, but some people raised questions.

"We—we're just ants at the bottom, where do we need to hide? in the mountains behind Tria?"

"No!" Sost suddenly became impassioned, "We don't need to hide, we are the biggest redeemer of this apocalypse, we will save the world and become our own masters!"

"But we ......"

Sost interrupted the worker with a wave of his hand, and only the moonlight fell on the cold night.

I saw him stretch out his palm, snap his fingers lightly, and his lips moved without a trace.

With a bang, the iron bucket stuffed with wood burst out into flames five or six meters high, and then fluttered twice, as if to be extinguished.

The ancient books in the coat pocket moved, the breeze blew through the iron bucket, and the flames rose again and burned brightly.

"Look! That's our power, the power that each of us can have!"

The astonishing scene frightened these people a little, and then someone said, "Impossible, this is what I just packed, how can I suddenly ......"

"Brothers, the end is coming, we can all have the power to save our families, friends, and spread what you see and tell everyone in every Tria!"

"I'll be waiting here every night, we need more help! Happy Doomsday, for the sake of the world!"

"Happy Doomsday! ”

"Happy Doomsday!

......

In the gloomy alley, Sost leaned against the wall, swallowed a fishy puff, and smoked in silence.

Yafanka on the side checked his body, but she couldn't touch Soster in her ghost state.

"Thank you, Yafanka, if it weren't for you, I would have been exposed just now, ahem......"

"You really want to teach them magic, can you stop forcing it in the future?"

"Ahem...... It's only the second order, and I didn't expect it to be so difficult. ”

At this time, a dark cloud suppressed the moonlight, and the alley became even darker.

An invisible mist spread along the corners, gradually condensing into a tall black figure.

"Magic has been developed for thousands of years, and the second order is not something that an apprentice can forcibly release, and the next time you use it, it will be your death date......

The heart-wrenching voice irritated Thorst's eardrums, but it didn't strike fear into him.

"Who are you?"

"Someone who does a business with you...... According to your plan, you would hardly want to get out of Tria alive, and for now, you only need to help me get one thing. ”

The tall figure's words were like the temptation of the devil, condescendingly waiting for Sost's reply.

......

The next day, Sost began to wander around Tria as usual, continuing to spread his apocalyptic theories.

Almost every night for the next month, he would give an even more intense speech at the docks, performing an even more shocking magic.

And more and more people gathered in front of him every night.

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