Chapter 317: First Contact
Jiaen Village, where Edward resided in a wooden cabin on the water.
Edward sat opposite a plainly dressed middle-aged man, unlike the villagers of Jia'en Village, the middle-aged man in front of Edward was obviously much more gentlemanly.
Although Emmen is poor, the cultivation of the vast majority of nobles is still quite good - after all, the kingdom and the nobles are already poor like this, and it will be even more humiliating if they lose in terms of cultivation!
The middle-aged man is from the small town next door to Jia'en Village, and he is the lord of a city in that small city, and his title is baron, but because he has a good wife, the middle-aged man still has a considerable status among the series of city lords near Jia'en Village.
When he was young, the middle-aged man was favored by the daughter of an earl, and in the end, the middle-aged man sacrificed his hue and became the husband of the count's daughter.
Well, although the middle-aged man's wife does look a little sorry, but in general, there are still some benefits, no, the middle-aged man is just a baron, but he is qualified to instruct those viscounts to work!
That's right, that's status!
Elegantly took a sip of the coarse tea brewed by the village chief of Jiaen Village, Bruce, and the tea that was obviously very bitter was drunk by this middle-aged man The feeling of being delicious in the world, put down the teacup in his hand, and the middle-aged man who frowned without a trace took a breath, and looked at the young priest who was sitting opposite him safely.
The young priest looked confident, and didn't seem to care about his arrival at all. The middle-aged aristocratic man blinked and asked cautiously: "Your Excellency, since you have come here, I think you should take your permit with you, I wonder if you can let me see it?" ”
Faced with the middle-aged nobleman's question, Edward still looked calm, he played with the small bottle containing the poverty ring in his hand, and said confidently: "I don't." ”
"Okay, I'll take a look...... Well?! ”
For Edward's fearless appearance, the middle-aged nobleman really thought that Edward was the one who got the license, Ah No, he was a big man.
As a result, Edward said, "I didn't", and the middle-aged nobleman was really stunned.
Looking at Edward blankly, after a long time, seeing that Edward was still casually playing with the bottle in his hand, the middle-aged nobleman's face was a little tangled, he smiled bitterly twice, and continued without giving up: "Your Excellency, I know that the group of soldiers on the other side of the border makes you very depressed, but please understand, please take out the permit." I'll have to check your license, or I'll be sorry to explain it to the above. ”
So far, in the face of the calm Edward, the middle-aged nobleman still thinks that Edward may be venting his anger and deliberately playing temper with him, after all, Edward looks young and is at the age of losing his temper.
Glancing at the middle-aged nobleman with a pleading face, Edward shrugged his shoulders and said very honestly: "I really don't have any permit, I came here as a smuggler, and I came here on an island turtle." ”
Island turtles? Island turtles that have become famous in the nearby river area recently? The middle-aged nobleman was stunned, then shook his head.
The island turtle is willing to take civilians away, it is because it is kind, but the island turtle is actually not something that anyone can ride at will, and before the island turtle did not establish a city on its back, there were very few people who could go on the back of the island turtle.
The refugees in Emmen are lucky, because it is precisely because they have experienced misery and are at a low point in their lives that the kind island turtle will allow them to climb on its back, which ordinary people may not be able to set foot on in their lifetime.
The island turtle is a wisdom monster, it has its pride, if anyone can board the island turtle, then the island turtle still has no face? After all, the future of the island turtle is the god of the endless sea! Well, the totem god is also a god, although compared to the real gods, the power is more than a little weaker.
The middle-aged nobleman tugged at the corners of his mouth and said helplessly: "Your Excellency, don't laugh, the island turtle is not so easy to speak." ”
Once Emmen also tried to communicate with the island turtle, but unfortunately that time of communication, the cold island turtle directly ignored them.
However, what the middle-aged nobleman didn't expect was that the island turtle was really so easy to talk in front of Edward.
"I'm not laughing, I really smuggled in." At this time, Edward also felt a little helpless, why didn't he believe the truth when he told the truth? Edward really didn't encounter this situation, and in the ancient Ya Cult, Edward could be regarded as an "oracle" by Andrei's gang every word he said.
What the gods said is definitely right, and if there is a mistake, it is definitely not the gods who are wrong, but the believers who have misunderstood! For Andre and several other believers in this point, Edward is actually quite a headache.
After all, for Edward, if he did something wrong, it would undoubtedly be a good thing for someone to correct it...... Fortunately, during the days when Edward came to Sibia, Edward, who had always been serious and careful, did not make any major mistakes.
"With the speed of information transmission on your side, someone should come to inform you soon, and the group of people I brought with me were smuggled in, and we don't have a permit." Edward seriously analyzed the middle-aged nobleman, "By the way, it is convenient for you to report, let me tell you first, the church I am in is called 'Ancient Asian Divine Cult'." ”
Hearing Edward's words, the middle-aged nobleman froze.
So, the young priest in front of him and the group of people he led were really smuggled in?
For a while, the middle-aged nobleman's thoughts were scattered.
Since he didn't have a permit, he ran into the kingdom with such a big thorn...... By the way, I heard earlier that the person brought by this honest young priest in front of me has a high combat power? It seems that five or six or a dozen low-level demonic beasts were solved by the people he brought in a few seconds.
Uh, thinking about it like this, without a license, and so bold, I'm afraid it's planning to do whatever you want with high combat power, right? By the way, what did this young man say just now, what is his church called? Gollum Cult? I seem to have heard this name somewhere, wait, what does it mean to tell myself the name so calmly...... Could it be that I'm going to get cold? The middle-aged aristocracy's face was blue for a while, green for a while, and finally black to the end.
As the middle-aged nobleman thought like this, his eyes glanced behind Edward from time to time, where there stood a handsome young escort, whose eyes were fixed on him.
Look at the guard with one hand on the hilt of a long sword, the middle-aged nobleman couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, he was very familiar with the movements of the young guard, and when his wife led the team out to prepare to cut the monster, it was also like this! So, isn't this waiting for orders? As soon as the order arrives, he will fall to the ground?
In fact, the middle-aged aristocrat thought too much, and Dylan, who was standing behind Edward, actually looked like this to everyone. As Edward's close quarterback, Dylan was always on his toes.
The middle-aged nobleman raised his head with difficulty, and met Edward's sincere gaze again, because of a big drama in his brain, in the face of Edward's peaceful gaze, the middle-aged nobleman only felt a lot of pressure.
After a long time, the middle-aged nobleman with a cold sweat on his face leaned down and bowed to the ground, begging: "My lord, don't kill me!" ”
"Huh?" Holding a small bottle containing a poverty ring, Edward, who was about to say something serious, was a little confused by the sudden "attack" of the middle-aged nobleman.