Bol did not notice anything unusual within the range of the carriage entering Sika's territory.

In the end, he had to come down to his lack of sharpness.

He decided that Qin Ran must have discovered something.

Then he put the thought behind him for the time being, as a troop of horsemen came to their carriage.

It was a cavalry of fifty men, dressed in metal cuirasses, carrying arquebuses, swords, and crossbow arrows on the side of the saddle, almost fully armed and murderous.

On the breastplate was the longsword family crest that belonged to the Viscount Sika, and on top of it was the blood-stained longsword badge of the Temple of War.

Viscount Sika is a devout believer in the Temple of War, and his own family crest is naturally under the family crest of the Temple of War.

"Good morning, sir."

The leading cavalry greeted Pol very politely, and his eyes scanned the bodyguard Ashcano and the trophies and prisoners on the roof of the car, both vigilant and envious.

Vigilance comes from combat.

Envy also comes from fighting.

Fighting makes us strong and rich, but it also brings death - for this famous saying of the Temple of War, the Hokuriku people take it to heart.

"Your Excellency, good morning."

Pol pushed open the door of the carriage and stepped down, not taking off his fur, but clenching his right hand into a fist and tapping lightly on his chest.

The etiquette of the Temple of the God of War made the vigilance in the eyes of the cavalry leader a little less, and when Pol took out the identity certificates of himself, the bodyguard, and Qin Ran, the other party's expression was completely relaxed.

Then, when Pol took out a flask and handed it to the other party, a smile appeared on the other person's face.

"Homebrew from Molsa."

Pol laughed.

"Fur and wine, the best of Morsa!"

The cavalry leader laughed, and then, the leader lowered his voice and said: "Sika Ling has not been peaceful lately, there are always some guys who want to have nothing to do, you try to rush to the town during the day, and when you enter the city, you will say that you are a friend of Karl, and they will give you the courtesy you deserve." ”

"Thank you, Lord Karl."

Pol hammered his chest again, and a small bag of coins slipped out of his cuffs and hung untraceably on the saddle of the cavalry leader.

The other man smiled in return, and after hammering his chest, the cavalry continued in the direction from which the carriage had come.

Pol watched the cavalry depart before returning to the carriage.

"Thank you, Fr. Mena, if he hadn't given me a few more identifications, we would have been in trouble."

"Sika's cavalry doesn't go out at will, something must be going on around you."

Pol whispered and looked at Qin Ran.

Pol believes that Qin Ran should know about this.

After all, this 'Flame Demon' had discovered something before.

As for the fact that they fought back against the robbers and led out the cavalry led by Sika?

No kidding.

If that were the case, the cavalry team just now would not have been so polite.

Facing Pol's gaze, Qin Ran indifferently picked up the teacup.

What happened, Qin Ran had a guess.

But, he won't tell Pol.

Or anyone.

When it comes to the gods, you just need to think about it, and any words should be buried in your heart, that's the safest option, isn't it?

And confronting the gods?

Not needed for the time being.

Now, what he needs is more information.

What's more, his best, most cost-effective, death-free, and most adaptable subordinates have already gone to 'contact' with the other party, Qin Ran believes that he will soon be able to have some news.

Qin Ran didn't say anything, and Pol didn't dare to ask.

"We're on our way."

"Speed up!"

Pol patted the window behind him, emphasizing.

"Yes, Mr. Pol."

"We'll get to Sika before sunset, and then, I'm going to go to the Temple of the God of War to write to Old Mena and send him the extra proceeds from this time, and he should be able to get a new leather jacket and stock up on some meat."

Ashcano said.

Then the carriage moved noticeably faster.

Father Mena, Ashcano's adoptive father, the priest of the Temple of War in Frontier Morsa, the only clergyman of Frontier Morsa recognized by the Temple of War in Etaninople, a very nice little old man.

Qin Ran had heard Boll talk about it.

According to Pol's words, he has received a lot of help from the other party, not only the powerful bodyguard Ashcano, but also some guidance in the early stage.

And, of course, those identifications.

There's nothing better in Hokuriku than proof of identity from the Temple of War.

Even the royal family of Etandine is inferior to the Temple of the God of War, let alone the various lords.

The identity of each lord can be passed in each territory, but if you want to leave the territory, you need to be cautious, and it is best not to choose a hostile and poorly related territory.

Because, that would only be asking for trouble.

Pol had already anticipated this, and through the relationship of Father Mena, he obtained the identity certificate of the Temple of the God of War, and for the sake of insurance, Pol prepared a few more.

Qin Ran took his identity certificate from Pol's hand.

There is no photograph, but a sketch-like portrait, with the name and a brief description below: Colin, a young man with black hair and black eyes.

The portrait was made by Pol in a hurry.

The painting is very good, it can't be said to be vivid, and it is basically in line with Qin Ran's appearance at the moment.

"Lord Colin, you'd better take it with you."

"The identity screening here is even stricter than imagined - 'Although God has temporarily restrained his gaze, we should continue to watch the evil in the world on behalf of God', and the believers of the Temple of War and the Calamity Lady are all practicing this."

"And the lords everywhere, too."

"After all, they don't want anything strange to happen in their territory."

Pol reminded Qin Ran, and then, again, towards the stove, he sandwiched a few charcoal blocks.

Winter in the North Continent is very cold, especially in the border of Molsa, Sikaling and the royal capital of Etaninburgh, and if given the choice, most of the nobles will go to Livia for the winter, including the royal family.

Not this year, though.

Because, the 'decree' that Aitandine VI has just issued.

Qin Ran leaned back in the seat and listened to Pol's description as comfortably as possible.

He discovers that Bol is able to get along with Lawless because they both share the same trait: talkative.

Lawlessness belongs to the kind of obvious, where it can be talked about non-stop.

Pol is hidden, silent in huge cities, the kind that cannot be restrained once he enters the dungeon world.

This moment is no exception.

As the carriage moved forward, sitting in the warm carriage, Pol's narration never stopped.

"After the 'Black Plague' raged, there were more strange things in the whole Hokuriku, when I first entered here, I encountered it, and there were constant whispers in my ears, whether it was day or night, I could guarantee that it was not a hallucination or a ghost or anything like that, but I couldn't figure out what it was, I had insomnia for three days in a row, and finally entered the Temple of the God of War to find Father Mena, and with the help of the priest, I got out of the predicament, Lord Colin, do you know what it is?"

"Also, the first time I followed the caravan through the border line in Border Morsa, when I camped at night, I heard the whisper in my ear again, more obvious than ever, fortunately I brought the 'blessing rune' given by Father Mena, I held the rune tightly that night, and when it was dawn, the whisper disappeared, and the whole caravan except me, all the people were gone, they left all the goods, and disappeared like this."

"And there'......"

Pol's story continues.

Among them, the 'blessing runes' given by Father Mena appear quite frequently.

Even, he played the role of a life-saving prop every time, which made Qin Ran curious.

"Can I see that rune?"

Qin Ran asked.

"Absolutely."

Pol didn't refuse, and took the rune out.

It was a palm-sized pebble with lines drawn on it, and it was hard to tell what the lines were made of.

Moreover, it's not ugly.

It's just that after Qin Ran saw it, he felt inexplicably ...... Diaphragm.

Even, with a hint of nausea.

That's right, it's diaphragm, nausea.

There is no danger whatsoever.

There is no malice at all.

But it was as if I had seen a large pile of excrement suddenly appear in front of me, and there were flies flying on it, and the feeling of diaphragm and nausea arose.

With a frown, Qin Ran leaned back again.

"Lord Colin, do you need to take it with your own hands?"

Pol said as he handed over the rune.

"Nope."

"Please put it away."

"I've sensed how extraordinary it is."

Qin Ran said very clearly.

"Of course!"

"Father Mena said that as long as I don't do anything too out of the ordinary when something strange happens, it will definitely keep me safe."

After getting Qin Ran's affirmation, Pol cherished the runes in his hand more and more, he raised his hand and stroked the runes carefully, and then, cherished the abnormal income into his arms.

This appearance made Qin Ran move his own teacup on the table a little away, trying to stay away from the other party.

He didn't want his teacup to have any contact with the other party again.

But......

I've been exposed to it before.

Inexplicably, Qin Ran felt a little sick to his stomach, he forcibly resisted the idea of purifying the other party with the 'Demon Flame', and descended to control the divergence of his thoughts.

After seeing Qin Ran thinking, Pol wisely chose to shut up and began to continue to add carbon to the heater to make the carriage even warmer.

The warmth in the carriage in winter made Qin Ran's thinking very active.

He was the first to confirm one thing: the world has changed because of the 'Black Plague'.

There is no doubt that in this world with gods, the change of the world is the change between the gods.

The authority of the Old Gods has been challenged.

The new gods are growing stronger and stronger.

And in it, some inexplicable, eccentric guys took the opportunity to get in.

It could be an evil god.

There may also be the devil.

There could also be demons.

Maybe even ...... Person!

While they began to create chaos in the hope of greater gain, no matter what the existence was, all the guys were staring at their respective territory first, not only highly nervous, but also testing each other, and because of this, when he dispatched some 'sirens', the presence quickly reacted.

Qin Ran, who was no longer a rookie, quickly summed up.

Then, he narrowed his eyes slightly.

"What's that weird, mist-like thing?"

Qin Ran muttered to himself in his heart.

Ordinary people can't see it, and naturally it is extraordinary.

But in this place where there are still gods, the most direct and easy way for the transcendent to be connected to the gods is to connect with them.

"That sight is coming from the Temple of the God of War?"

Qin Ran thought uncertainly.

Because these evil mist-like things make it difficult to connect with the god of war, even the evil butcher god of war who takes pleasure in killing.

Not only is there no trial of blood and fire on the battlefield, but there is not even the slightest breath of battle.

It's just weird.

It's very much in line with the feeling of the 'Calamity Lady'.

"Is it the other party?"

Qin Ran guessed, and once again thought of the heavily armed cavalry team before.

If it really was the Lady Calamity, the battle here would be even more fierce than he had imagined.

One side moves, and the other side immediately strikes back.

"Has it reached the point where it is like fire and water?"

Qin Ran crossed his hands, his elbows propped up on the table, and covered his mouth and nose.

He wondered if there was a 'broker' in it.

Therefore, he issued a new order to the high-ranking evil spirits who had escaped underground: take the initiative to participate.

……

"Actively involved?"

"I'm just an evil spirit, not a god!"

"My tolerant, great, vast, and powerful boss, can I have a normal life?"

The superior spirits who hid underground, avoiding the gaze, prayed.

Qin Ran's answer was very crisp.

"I can't."

"Evil spirits are not human beings, and they cannot have life."

Such straightforward words made the superior evil spirit want to cry out loud.

It's not human, but it should also have human rights, right?

Twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, all year round, not to mention salary, bonuses, not to mention this, then it should at least get a point of respect, right?

At least respect, right?

It's such a bully for evil spirits!

If I don't do anything, I'm not an evil spirit!

"Hurry up and get to work."

Qin Ran's indifferent voice sounded in his mind again.

"Okay."

"At your service, my boss!"

After the superior evil spirit bowed respectfully, he immediately took action.

As for the inner words just now?

What's in your heart, is it just talking and playing?

Of course, it's not all a joke.

At the very least, it's doing something right now: trying to complete the boss's commission.

Sensing that the line of sight of the patrol was about to disappear, the superior evil spirit suddenly revealed its figure, at this moment it was pale, a picture of being counterattacked, on the body of the superior evil spirit, protruding left and right, as if there was something hidden in the body, about to drill out, anyone who saw the appearance of the superior evil spirit at this moment, would not suspect that the superior evil spirit was suffering some great changes.

But even so, the superior evil spirits still ran quickly.

As soon as they got out of the ground, they chased in the direction where the carriage had departed.

And in this direction, the cavalry that was moving at full speed was getting closer and closer.