"We come from the Miya sect."

The paladin heard the old bishop repeat it again, and only then did he notice the somewhat unfamiliar name of the sect, and one of his subordinates remembered something and quickly whispered a few words.

Only then did the paladin show a conscious expression, and hurriedly said:

"It turned out to be a friend of the Miya Sect, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I haven't closed my eyes since yesterday, my mind is a little messy, and I almost forgot Lord Atanis's orders"

"Your campsite is ready, it's the best location, please come with me."

As he spoke, he managed to squeeze out a still warm smile, and hurriedly walked forward to lead the way.

"How can this man change his face faster than he can turn a book? Did you use magic? ”

Gallo asked in a whisper.

"Nope"

The old bishop shook his head:

"It's just that Artanis has always been more careful, and always makes arrangements in advance."

"Who is this Atanis? The name sounds familiar."

Gallo asked curiously.

"It's the unusual guest from the other day."

Hearing the old bishop's answer, Gallo suddenly showed a thoughtful expression, it seems that the guest and the old bishop had a speculative chat, and had a good conversation, and when he came back to this kind of thing, he gave some small help.

It seems that the teachings of the goddess are indeed very correct, and it is indeed correct to be kind to others.

The paladin took Gallo and the others to a nearby clearing, which had been cleared and close to the camp of the three major Orthodox churches, and was open on all sides, and it was also very close to the pillar of light, which was not much stronger than the previous rocky beach.

One of the crusaders took out a wooden plaque he had with him, carved the name of the Miya sect with his sword, and inserted it into the side, indicating the temporary belonging of the area.

In order to alleviate the previous embarrassment, the paladin also opened his mouth to explain two sentences:

"There are so many people who come to pay homage to the miracles, and we don't know if there are any cultists and thugs among them, and we can't distinguish and screen them one by one, so we can only divide the territory clearly like this, so as not to cause trouble."

"I have offended a lot before, and I hope to be considerate of Haihan."

The old bishop and gallo nodded in understanding.

The paladin breathed a sigh of relief, and watched Gallo unpack the luggage of the large bags in the car, and couldn't help but ask curiously:

"How did you rely on this mule to come to such a deep place?"

The journey in was not easy, he knew it well, the carriage couldn't get in at all, so how did this mule drag the cart in?

"Amiya is not a mule, she is obviously a little donkey!"

Gallo hurriedly corrected the other party's erroneous remarks, and added:

"It's strong, so naturally it can drag a cart in."

The paladin was stunned for a moment, but he didn't have the strength to ask, so he exchanged a few words and turned to leave.

As soon as he turned his head away, Gallo and Amiya began to set up their tents, and the old bishop planned to take the little cats to find dry wood for the fire.

As for Lillian Lo, she slept soundly

"Why don't you go? It's pretty bright here, so if you need fire, wouldn't it be nice to use the Holy Flame? ”

Gallo called out to the old bishop who was about to leave.

After all, this is already the confines of the Ruined Wasteland, and although the lighting of that pillar of light makes the surroundings quite bright, slightly more visible than the full moon night, there are still many areas shrouded in darkness, and no one knows if there will be any danger lurking in it.

But the old bishop declined his kindness:

"Don't worry, I won't go far, and I can help you save some effort"

"And we always have to eat hot food, right? Your holy flame can't even be boiled with water."

When Gallo heard this, he couldn't help but bow his head in shame.

In the past, when the church was still in difficulty, he also had the idea of replacing ordinary flames with holy flames, so that he could save the church a sum of firewood money.

But he quickly gave up on this premature idea, because the power of the Holy Flame was not easy to control

The potatoes are thrown in and vaporized directly; I use it to boil water, and I can melt the pot in one piece.

"Then I'll go, you're old, don't toss yourself."

Gallo followed suit.

"It's okay, don't underestimate me."

The old bishop smiled and stubbornly left with the kittens.

After a while, the tent was set up, and the old bishop returned with firewood and lit the bonfire.

Gallo threw a few potatoes into the fire, and turned to look at the kittens who were helping the old bishop with his luggage.

The little milk cats were suddenly startled, and hurriedly meowed at Lilian Luo, who was still sleeping.

"No, are you mistaken, I'm just worried about what you're eating"

Gallo said helplessly.

"I brought goat's milk."

As he spoke, the old bishop poured the goat's milk into the small pot, set it up on the campfire, and picked up the little cats one by one, and wrapped them in scarves.

Even in the wild, quality of life is pursued.

After a simple dinner, the tired Gallo and his wife planned to rest early, so the old bishop performed a purifying spell on them to clean their clothes, and then changed into the same pajamas, as well as a nightcap with a long hat tip and fluff balls.

After all, it is sleeping in the wild, which is different from home, and the temperature in the wasteland is still very low, so with an extra layer of clothing, it will give you a little more security.

But Gallo was still not reassured, and blessed the old bishop's little milk cat and Lilian Luo with several magic spells to ensure that even if they were attacked in their sleep, their lives would not be in danger.

The old bishop silently felt these divine techniques on his body, and couldn't help but show a look of crying and laughing, this kid actually came to a set of protection magic techniques from the first order to the seventh order

Although it didn't affect the activity, it gave him the feeling of wearing a suit of plate armor, oh no, it should be wearing a city wall

Moreover, these divine techniques are not simply blessed layer by layer, but form a system with each other, which can not only complement each other, but also resonate with each other, and the protective performance exerted may not be inferior to the eighth-order divine magic that requires the consent of gods or angels to be cast

This means that under the demigods, no one can shake this set of defenses

The old bishop secretly assessed it in his mind and came to a terrible conclusion.

This kid can't really take the little milk cat to challenge all kinds of fierce beasts

But his previous protection magic wasn't so powerful, right? Has it been revised again?

Was it after being watched by the Moros Tree?

"This should be fine, and you can sleep in peace."

Gallo clapped his hands and smiled reassuringly.