An old voice came from the darkness: "This is old Mr. Heatid's bakery, you are wounded, and my grandson found you." ”

It was Grandmother Ogis who opened her mouth to answer, although she could not see, but her ears were extremely intelligent, and she turned her head to comfort Hipamela kindly, and said, "You don't have to worry, little girl, you can stay here in peace, your family will come to you soon." ”

Anyone can see that Hippamela's outfit and appearance are the daughters of aristocratic families no matter how you look at them.

After hearing this answer, Hipamela was stunned for a long time before finally finding the focus of the question, and she asked, "What is the fish shop?" ”

The thick-eyebrowed girl raised her eyebrows slightly, as if she had finally found an opportunity to interject, and she hurriedly replied: "The aquatic product shop is the place where aquatic products are sold, and my father runs the seafood trade in the entire city of Rusta, and the seafood on the table of every nobleman in this city is sent from us,"

After that, she added with some pride: "Maybe you have eaten seafood at home, maybe it is my family's product." ”

"Seafood?" Poor Hipamela, a pious priest Himerude born in the mountains, had heard of this fashionable term for the first time.

The girl with thick eyebrows thought to herself that this was really a young lady who was not diligent and did not distinguish between grains, but strangely enough, she did not dislike it at all in her heart, and even had a little good feeling, and replied: "It's fish, shrimp, crabs and other seafood." ”

Hipamela suddenly came to her senses, and asked with wide eyes, "You actually eat shrimp and crabs!" ”

"Of course, the blue lobster in Cloak Bay and the sea crab in Fiselde are the best seafood." The girl with thick eyebrows explained carefully.

But Hypamela didn't seem to hear it, and muttered to herself, "You eat shrimp and crabs." How terrible, they're human friends......"

"What?" The daughter of the fish shop owner was stunned.

Hypamela looked sadly at the box that the little boy was holding in the water, and she had seen a large number of 'human friends' in it.

The girl's heart was so grieved for a moment that she could hardly speak.

The girl with thick eyebrows was a little at a loss for a while, and somehow, she felt uncomfortable when she saw Hipamela's depressed face. hurriedly comforted: "You...... If you don't like lobster and crab, it's not a big deal, and cod and sardines are also very good. ”

"I'm nothing, you don't have to comfort me, thank you," Hipamela replied softly, sensing the relief in the latter's tone, "Also, it's shrimp, not just lobsters." They are all friends of humanity. ”

The girl with thick eyebrows was stunned again, and for a moment she couldn't speak, and she couldn't figure out why shrimp and crabs were friends of man, even if she wanted to break her head.

At this time, Hipamela sat up from the bed, she lifted the quilt, cast a healing spell on herself, and a ball of light appeared in her hand and merged into her body, eliminating the external injuries on her body.

There was silence in the cellar.

"You—You're a priest?" The thick-eyebrowed girl felt that her brain was running out, and she never dreamed that they would pick up a temple priest.

In the eyes of civilians. The high-level believers who can perform the 'holy arts' have a status that is more than one level higher than that of the nobles.

Hipamela looked at the group of wide-eyed men in the cellar who were staring at her in bewilderment. Puzzled, he replied, "Yes, I am Lord Himilud's priest." ”

There was a moment of silence in the cellar.

"Martha's bless, you are a priest!"

"I—I'm not mistaken, my lord, you just cast a profound holy spell, right?"

"Your Excellency, you must save us!"

It seemed that in an instant, the crowd erupted into gossip.

Hipamela was startled, and quickly replied a little confused: "You guys are mistaken. It's not some advanced holy spell, it's just a healing spell, it's, it's just a two-ring spell. ”

"It's just a healing spell."

Everyone gasped. Perhaps in the eyes of others, there are dozens or hundreds of extreme realms and elements in the empire alone, tens of thousands of gold tiers and tens of thousands, and countless silver, black iron. I can't help but have the illusion that the empire does not have a presence under black iron, and even ordinary people at least have a level above the white position.

But in fact, this is a misunderstanding, the huge number of powerful people in the empire is based on his equally large territory and population base, in fact, in terms of the number of geniuses among a hundred people, the empire and Faenzan are far inferior to the wind elves, and not much higher than Eruin.

For the temple, there are many deposits of black iron and silver, but they are often an important part of the monks and the church army, and above the gold, at least the high-ranking priests of a region, and when they reach the element, they at least hold the position of bishop.

For the common people, the priests and even priests they see who preside over a church or a regional temple are in fact only silver rank strength at most, and as for those ordinary priests, they range from white to black iron.

So for them, priests and priests are already high-ranking clergy, but these people have limited mana, and when they can use substitutes, they rarely perform 'miracles', so their knowledge of pharmacy may sometimes far exceed their knowledge of religion.

As for the idea of a mere treatment or something like that, it is impossible to talk about it.

So because of such a sentence, Hipamela's status in everyone's hearts suddenly didn't know how much higher, not to mention that her appearance was originally a plus.

In the eyes of the seven or eight people in the cellar, this goddess-like young lady was already the savior in their minds.

"Sir, take us out of here."

"Yes, my lord, you must save your believers!"

People were talking about it, but the big man on the side couldn't help but scoff, these guys were the faithful crowd of the Secret Cultists a moment ago, and now they are immediately the most pious children of Lord Martha, and they are not at all embarrassed by the change of faith in their hearts.

Even the young clergyman in black robes shrank back silently. Silent.

What are you kidding, he is just an ordinary priest, if that lord finds out that he is a heretic, and a divine thunderbolt comes down, won't he be wiped out?

Of course, about the spell of God's Thunderbolt. Naturally, it was also his imagination, and so far, he has not begun to formally learn those dark arts.

The bishop had given him a spell that he said would hear the Lord's call if he meditated on it, but he never succeeded in it.

Hipamela was confused when she heard this, and hurriedly said, "Everyone, be quiet, what's going on?" ”

Only then did everyone rush to explain the current situation in detail, and they also understood it in their hearts. I don't know what's going on outside, but it doesn't seem like a good thing, and while staying in this cellar can take a break from it, it's not a long-term solution.

Far from it, the water and food were far from enough for seven or eight people, and for two days at most, if the turmoil outside did not end, their situation would probably become even worse. At the time of previous participation in the riot. These people were fanatical, but waited until a meteorite fell down. Their minds came to their senses again, and they understood that at this time, only the place where the Flame Temple was controlled was the safest for them civilians.

And the noble lady in front of her is undoubtedly the most suitable person to lead them.

Because everyone was talking in a mess, Miss Priest listened for a while before she understood what was happening, but it was different from what everyone expected. She didn't make a judgment right away, but furrowed her slender eyebrows and said, "What's going on, it sounds like it's coming—"

"Miss Priest, what are you—What did you say?" The crowd apparently didn't understand.

Hipamela shook her head, "If what you say is true, the current situation is indeed quite dangerous. But I'm going to find the lord, where are you going? ”

"My lord," someone hurriedly said, "we don't have to follow you, but can you take us to the nearest temple along the way, where there is a temple priest, and he will definitely be able to protect us." ”

"This should be fine," replied Hipamela after a moment's thought, and she didn't know the way, so she was just looking for someone to ask for directions, "Although I am Himmelud's priest, I think there should be no problem with everyone bathing in order." ”

She asked, "Where is the nearest temple?" ”

"I know," replied the big man, who had not spoken at this time, "Miss Priest, let me show you the way." ”

"Okay, but let's say yes, I'll only be responsible for sending you to the temple, and I'll go to the lord." Hipamela said carefully.

Everyone nodded hurriedly and agreed in unison. In fact, they had originally planned to go to the nearby temple to seek protection, and now that they had a high-ranking priest willing to protect them all the way, this was undoubtedly the most exciting news.

The old grandmother also seemed happy, she originally planned to stay alone, but under the persuasion of everyone, she also decided to go on the road together, after all, she was naturally not dissatisfied with her grandson, not to mention that everyone knew in their hearts that staying here was just waiting for death.

The old man didn't want to drag them down, of course, under normal circumstances, it would be difficult for them to bring an old man with limited mobility, but now that Hipamela was in the team, it was another matter.

The boy did not know what had happened, and that he was about to be separated from his only grandmother, who had been left alone, and after receiving the latter's instructions, he climbed the ladder to open the stone cellar door above the cellar.

The originally lifeless atmosphere in the cellar could not help but heat up for a while, and everyone began to pack their things, pack water and food, and carry them with them, these are the most precious treasures for the common people at this time, after all, no one knows what is going on outside, and how long the turmoil will last.

Although Hipamela was thinking about finding Brando, she was not in a hurry for a while, but watched the actions of these people with some curiosity.

The era in which she lived was still active in Vawend, which was before the era of the War of the Sages, and it was a thousand years old from now, not to mention that she was the Holy Maiden of the Temple, and she didn't know much about these low-level things, and she couldn't help but be full of interest when she saw it at first glance.

But before the crowd was ready, the grandson of Ogis's grandmother jumped down from the ladder and whispered, "Someone is coming outside." ”

There was a sudden silence in the cellar.

The big man asked, "How many?" ”

The little boy glanced at the clergyman standing in the dark corner behind him, and said, "Seven or eight, like that." ”

"It's a Mysticist." The crowd suddenly became nervous, and although they had been the most fanatical believers less than an hour before, their minds cleared now, and the first instinct of survival had regained the upper hand. Who knows if these Esoteric Cultists will have a conflict with Miss Priest, this is their only lifeline, these little citizens can't tell the difference between the priest of the Flame Temple and the priest of Himilud, but they don't think they will have any good relationship with the Secret Cultists.

It has to be said that although the civilians living at the bottom have little knowledge, they have simple values and political views, and after analyzing the pros and cons, they immediately said to the little boy: "Go and reclose the door of the cellar." ”

"It's too late," the little boy shook his head vigorously, "they saw me when I came down just now." ”

"Hey, why are you so careless." Everyone was immediately heartbroken.

Looking at their expressions, Hipamela couldn't help but be a little worried, she was not as heartless as Roman, nor was she as clear as Brando's division of power levels in this world, not to mention that there was a nightmare worm in the city, a dragon queen, so many Extreme Realm masters could threaten her, she didn't know who the secret cultists in these mouths were, and she was also a little nervous for a while.

She was worried, there was already a chaotic sound of footsteps on the cellar, and everyone suddenly fell silent, only the young secret cultist's eyes lit up a little - of course, he didn't dare to say a word at this time, although the parishioner was on it, but this high-ranking priest was still in front of her, maybe it would only be a matter of minutes for a god's thunderbolt to beat him into ashes.

At this time, he was still thinking about the thunder and lightning of the gods.

The atmosphere in the cellar could not help but be a little strange for a moment, everyone had different thoughts, and the footsteps were getting closer and closer overhead, and it stumbled past the open stone door of the cellar, and went in the other direction without stopping.

Everyone froze.

The expression of joy that had just been revealed also froze on the face of the young Mystical Cultist, and his open mouth didn't know how to close it back for a while, and his face almost cramped, looking extremely strange.

Fortunately, no one noticed this, and Hipamela looked at them and asked, "What now?" ”

"Wait."

Someone said.

"Waiting."

The others hurriedly responded, and no one dared to take risks at this time.

…… (To be continued......)