There was a terrible collapse in the city of Rizero.

By now, the number of confirmed deaths has exceeded triple digits. Even for this populous port city, there is no doubt about the catastrophe.

Whenever disaster strikes, it is a period of great activity for cultists. This is especially true for a city where druids are not stationed.

But today it seems to be a little different.

"It's a sinful city!"

"Woe to you! Woe to this city and to you! ”

Outside the city, a man in a gray robe with a thick scarf wrapped around his neck shouted in the crowd, arms outstretched, and excitement cried out.

The frightened, the confused, the painful gathered around him, gathered in a dense crowd, and completely surrounded him.

They looked at them with expectant eyes, hateful eyes, and fanatical eyes, and the crowd was dense but silent.

The man paused slightly, then shouted, "Look at the city!" ”

"I've heard that the accident was caused by a demon; And I have heard that it is God's punishment for unbelievers—and you ask me if it is so," said the man, who paused slightly, looked up at their faces, and rebuked in a loud voice, "I will say, exactly! Precisely! ”

"Believe so! Be ye in awe! ”

"All your evils are caused by iniquity. This is how the dwelling place of the unrighteous should be, because they do not believe in God and are not accepted. The wicked will be punished, and even if they are exalted by the wicked, they will be removed in a short time. This is called retribution. ”

At this moment, an old man asked tremblingly, "But they are not unjust...... They are just indifferent to us. The relationship between the neighbors is still good......"

"Won't he who has holes in his clothes cover them with his hands?" The middle-aged man with a thick scarf asked rhetorically. "They know their ugliness, and they will not expose their iniquity."

The middle-aged man's eyes could faintly see a silver-white flame burning. With one shout after another, it was like blowing wind into a stove. The silver flames in his eyes grew more and more intense.

"I say to you in the verily, if you do not fear the Guru and are not accepted, woe to you!"

"Woe to you! Woe to you! woe to the mountains and the sea, and to this generation! ”

Although his voice was high-pitched, his surroundings became quieter.

And it's not just people who are listening intently to his speech. An extreme tranquility swept over the restless crowd like a plague, and the wrinkles on people's faces gradually flattened, revealing a supreme tranquility.

The content of his speech was secondary. As he induced the holy power, the silver-white flame ignited under his eyes, and invisible fluctuations slowly spread around him with his voice.

It is the serenity at the end of all life. It is a peaceful nothingness that is enough to make anyone nostalgic. In it you can forget all your troubles and all your sorrows, which is more than everything based on flesh. The desire of the body. I hope for a deeper sense of pleasure.

The feeling of pleasure is similar to the relaxation of sleep, and it is like a potent tobacco. But this serene pleasure not only does not hurt the body, but when you wake up, you will feel refreshed, full of motivation and vitality. The boredom, boredom and sorrow of the past will be completely forgotten, and everything will return to the excitement and excitement of the first sight.

This is the baptism of the Sleeping Teacher. Even if baptismal chanting is not used in particular, the strength of Kakarit's soul is enough to resonate with those around him.

The more ruined the world, the more calamitous the world, the more intoxicating this eternal sleep of eradicating forgetfulness becomes. And when people are indulging in it. Their will is easily shaken by external forces - it may be the influence of a teacher or the teachings of a pastor.

The middle-aged man lowered his voice and read out the teacher's teachings word by word to those who had fled the city in fear after witnessing the disaster: "Fear others! Be in awe of the power of your guru! Fear her law. Do not do unrighteousness! ”

"You shall not steal, nor deceive, nor lie to one another. You are not allowed to bear false witness in the name of the Guru. Nor can false oaths be made in the name of parents and relatives. ”

"Do not oppress your neighbor, neither do you flatter him; You shall not rob him of his possessions. Anything borrowed must be returned on the same day. When you hire workers, their wages must not stay with you overnight. Must be settled on the same day. ”

"Do not curse the deaf, nor stumble over the blind. You need to love and respect them as your relatives and friends, and as you respect your teachers. ”

"If you have the opportunity to judge, do not show favoritism to your relatives or friends, nor favor the poor, or fear the powerful, but speak from your own heart in accordance with justice and righteousness."

"You shall not tell right and wrong among your people, neither shall you tell a word of rumor without evidence, nor shall you boast to children about things you do not understand. If you tell a lie, spit out a swearing, or do an unrighteous thing in front of a child, slap your face and apologize to the child. ”

By the end, the man's voice had become extremely gentle and deep, like a lullaby to a child.

His eyes drooped, and the flame in his eyes was gradually extinguished.

"I'm going to tell you in the end, 'Guru is the best, the best-"

As his voice stopped, the people around him woke up one by one.

In their eyes, they have completely lost the ruthlessness that is characteristic of people who have nothing, and there is no such beastly chaos and ferocity. A light of well-educated reason lit up in their eyes.

"Yes, mentor to—"

They were convinced and sang praises in unison.

The middle-aged man nodded and nodded in satisfaction. With an innocent smile like a child, he walked over and kissed each of them on the forehead, put his forehead against their right hand, and sincerely blessed them.

Then he opened his mouth and said to them, "My brothers in the Lord, I have not yet introduced my name to you......

"Kakalit. The priest's name is Kakarit. ”

A warm voice came from the crowd. The inexplicable momentum made the people around them spontaneously get out of the way, and only then did they realize what they had done.

A handsome young man in a black robe, silver-haired and blue-eyed walked out of the crowd with a gentle smile. There seemed to be a spiritual light around him, and just looking at him was as if he could see something even greater standing behind him.

Kakarit's eyes lit up as soon as he saw him.

He immediately fell to his knees, prostrate, and called out his name reverently in a trembling voice: "Your Majesty Roland...... You're coming. ”

"I'm coming. Kakarit ...... You are my pride. ”

"Your Majesty......"

"Needless to say."

Roland interrupted Kakarit with a chuckle, walked over and knelt down on one knee, his hands gently caressing Kakarit's cheek, feeling the faint scar on his neck, his fingers paused slightly, and then withdrew his hands.

"I promised, Kakarit," Roland said softly, the look on his face becoming serious, and he stood up and held out his left hand to him, "I will give you the right to kiss my ring. I will defend your right to faith and life to the death. ”

After hearing Roland's words, Kakarit's pupils shrank slightly, and a faint light flickered in the corners of his eyes.

He held Roland's left hand, did not speak, trembled and kissed Roland's ring gently.

At that moment, something burned into the depths of his soul, and the missing corner of his soul was instantly whole.

At the same time, Roland's eyes flashed by such a message in an instant. )