Leaving the Violet House, Wren went to the tailor's shop to buy himself a few new clothes, and his body became larger, and he could no longer wear his previous clothes.

As soon as the carriage entered Northham Street, he was cautious to look around, lest he run into a fighter who might come to search for him, Hogan.

It was smooth to get downstairs to the apartment, and there was no trace of Hogan at all.

"Maybe that Hogan didn't know that I lived on this street, because I overestimated his ability and fought the air myself. ”

Wren laughed to himself.

When I went upstairs, I met a few neighbors, but they were not very familiar, so no one saw the change in him.

Back in the room, Wren looked in front of the mirror for a long time, very satisfied with his current appearance, and then considered his future plans.

It is imperative to deal with the troubles caused by the imprint of strife.

Just now, Wren observed many people with the eye of the soul, especially paying attention to the fire of people's faith, and found that most people, whether ordinary or transcendental, believed in the three gods of the empire, either one of them, or more than one at the same time.

Among them, the goddess of magic has the most believers, followed by the mother earth goddess, and the two add up to more than eighty percent, and about one percent of people believe in the god of justice.

The beliefs of the remaining adults are very confused and do not belong to the three gods.

Wren didn't know much about the gods, and he couldn't distinguish the gods that these people believed in, so he could only roughly judge whether they were good gods or evil gods by feeling the fire of faith.

Then, he was frightened.

Because there are many more people who believe in evil gods than you think!

On the way from the Violet House to the apartment, Wren found more than a dozen believers suspected of being evil gods, both ordinary and transcendent.

As for the distinction between good and evil gods, Wren is not very sure.

The difference between good and evil gods is a subjective judgment made by human beings based on their own concepts of good and evil, and is influenced by the church power in their region.

Anyone who is hostile to the gods of the Church is called an evil god.

These gods are all native gods of Ehrenus, but because of the different priesthoods, they have different codes of conduct.

Some objective believers call gods they don't believe in as pagan gods, and those who believe in deities are pagans.

The only ones who are truly regarded as evil gods by all races of Erenus are the four terrifying gods from the abyss!

The dozen or so people Wren found were heretics, and none of them believed in the deceitful Lohi, so none of them could sense the mark of strife.

"Mark of Discord ......"

It occurred to him that now that he could see the fire of faith, would he be able to find the mark of strife?

I opened the eye of the soul and searched for a long time on my body, but I didn't find anything abnormal.

"Still can't do it?" Wren was a little disappointed.

For a long time, the soul eye can only see the soul state of others, but cannot see his own soul, and he can only judge his own soul situation through the information on the mobile phone interface.

"If only I could see my own soul. ”

Wren scratched his head, his gaze swept over the mirror, and suddenly he had an idea, standing in front of the mirror again, focusing his head with the eye of his soul.

Suddenly, his head in the mirror became illusory, and a ball of light appeared.

"Damn, I should have found out a long time ago, I looked in the mirror every day, and I didn't think about looking at myself with the eyes of my soul. Wren clapped his palms in annoyance, and then took a closer look at his soul.

Like everyone else, his soul is also a ball of light, but the strength of his soul is far beyond that of ordinary people, even among transcendentals, there are few people who can compare to it, which is roughly equivalent to a third-level transcendent.

In the depths of his soul, Wren saw a familiar red flower.

"This should be my phone. ”

Wren looked at the red flower with some curiosity, it was like a strange and powerful element, located at the core of the soul, and merged with the whole soul.

"If the little safflower is also an element, what grade is it?"

Wren suddenly thought, nodded affirmatively, and said silently: "At least the legendary element, or even higher!"

The eight petals of the red flower bloomed, and from the middle grew a small tree full of life, which had only one branch and three leaves, each with an elemental rune on it.

The World Tree, which is composed of soul power, occupies most of the souls, and Wren discovered the existence of the Blood Soul Curse not far from the tree.

He couldn't help but sigh, even if he was a traverser, he would not be able to escape the curse of the Lord of Darkness.

Immediately, Wren finally found the mark of strife!

Above the soul, there was a black and red pattern, and the twisted black skeleton was surrounded by blood light, exuding an evil aura.

It was this outward aura that made Roshi's followers sense its presence.

Wren studied for a long time, but he didn't know what to do, this mark was bound to his soul, and he could only look at it but couldn't move, and he was helpless.

He looked at the sigil and suddenly remembered that he seemed to have forgotten something.

There is a fire of faith in the soul of others, but not in one's own!

"Is it because I don't have a god to believe in?"

Wren remembered that his predecessor believed in the goddess of magic, but he was not very religious, and he did not pray much, and he never prayed after taking possession of this body.

Too long without praying, so the flame of faith is extinguished?

The mark of strife is also made of divine power, and its position in the soul is the same as the fire of faith, if you have not had the fire of faith, will it occupy it forever and will not dissipate?

Wren was faintly worried, always feeling that the lack of the fire of faith seemed to be not good.

But he was reluctant to believe in a god.

After all this time, he gradually understood something.

In Allenus, the fate of the unbelievers is terrible. The reason why people must believe in a certain god, whether it is a good god or an evil god, is to obtain refuge, and after death, the soul will not fall into the abyss and become a slave of the evil god forever.

Wren used to be a staunch atheist, but after all this, he has wavered.

He hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to pray.

If you have to believe in a god, the goddess of magic is the best choice.

This goddess is a very forgiving deity, does not have strict requirements for believers, and hardly interferes in the daily life of believers, because the priesthood contains authority such as "wisdom", "knowledge" and "magic", so she prefers knowledgeable believers, and it is even better if she can have strong magical powers at the same time.

As a result, the vast majority of spellcasters among humans are followers of the goddess of magic, especially wizards.

The Chosen One of the Goddesses is almost always the most powerful sorcerer.

In the Orion Empire, the belief in the goddess of magic is even more deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, but his church is not as present as the other two gods, and the churches are mostly established in the form of libraries, and the organization between believers is not as tight as other churches.

In addition, all the schools in the empire are actually churches of the goddess, spreading the glory of His wisdom.

Wren's mother, Malinda, was a faithful devotee of the Goddess and a teacher in a church school, and under her leadership, the whole family was a believer in the Goddess.

He carefully recalled the prayer of the goddess, crossed his hands, his index and middle fingers facing each other, forming an upward gesture, his eyes slightly closed, and his heart silently prayed.

After praying three times in a row, Wren felt a strange power in his heart.

This power is very weak, but it calms the heart, and has an indescribable sense of mystery and security.

He looked at himself in the mirror and saw that an invisible rainbow-like flame had ignited in his soul, forming an illusory line at the top, submerging into the void and extending into undetectable places.

"It worked!"

Wren was overjoyed, and after the fire of his faith was generated, he immediately began to repel the mark of strife, and his aura was significantly weakened somewhat.

He patiently observed for a moment, and the strife mark became less stable under the confrontation of the fire of faith.

It's still a long way from being completely dissipated, but it's a good sign.

Wren decided to pray regularly in the future, but not too often, just to keep the flame of faith alive. At least for now, he doesn't plan to be too religious, and it's good to be a shallow believer.

After spending some time in the apartment, Wren went out again and made a trip to the Basil Inn.

The shotgun is still hidden in the hotel room, and he has to go back to meet Roger, who has not become a witcher, at least to tell the other party.

Taking the bus to the Rien district, Wren found that in this slum, there were too many heteros, and it was simply a breeding ground for cultists.

As always, the Basil Lodge is still so lively, and the lobby is full of people playing cards.

However, there is also a change, that is, there are many more women than before.

They were dressed very boldly, or rather revealing, some were flirting with the men, while others joined the game, playing cards while eye-to-eyeing opponents, hooking the men absent-mindedly, and occasionally causing a burst of laughter.

"I'll go, what's the situation?"

Wren was dumbfounded, he hadn't been here for a few days, how could the Basil Hotel become a brothel!

He didn't find Roger, and walked over to the counter to see the dwarf Zoltan flirting with a busty woman who was a little fat in human aesthetics.

"Zoltan. Wren shouted.

The dwarf saw that it was him and asked the plump woman to go to the side first. There was not the slightest embarrassment on his face, and he smiled heartily: "It's you, young man, if you hadn't paid the room fee, I would have thought you wouldn't come back." ”

"My stuff is still here. Wren glanced around the hall and asked curiously, "Is the Basil Hotel ready to change careers?"

"Ahem, it's just a means to attract guests, you saw it too, everyone likes it, hehe......"

Zoltan showed a "you know" expression, the cockscomb hairstyle on his head was flicked around, and he said happily: "Do you want to? I'll call you two!"

Wren shook his head again and again, and quickly refused.

Zoltan's taste is not very good, and he is even a little heavy.

Most of the women in the tavern are plump, with a medium-to-low appearance, all of them like wolves and tigers. For a moment, at least four or five women stared straight at him, and he really couldn't arouse his interest and didn't dare to provoke him.

Moreover, after seeing Viola, these vulgar fans can't get into their eyes.

"Where's Master Roger?" Wren digressed.

Zoltan pointed to the courtyard behind the hotel and replied obscenely, "He's in the back." ”