Chapter 166: Dorling (6)

"I don't think so. A snarky-sounding voice said, "If she really loved Birdwin so much, then she should have stayed, guarded by his bedside, and not left him with the untouchables for a good name." ”

Baldwin and the priest of Ilmut frowned at the same time. The priest of Ilmoth turned his gaze to the followers of another deity, Flo was a deity who could hardly be classified as good or evil, she was too weak, and the priesthood was biased towards the side that would be difficult for many to talk about - not that normal desires were sinful, except for a few gods who had special requirements for their followers, in general, priests and priests might not be allowed to enter into marriage contracts with mortals, but they could still have a lover - But almost all of the people who would worship Fro were restless women or prostitutes, and Fro's priest was a combination of both.

The books on display in the Sanctuary of Ilmort record the teachings of Flo, who had been so loving and honorable. No one can imagine how many sons have fallen into the arms of Floro in just a hundred years, forgetting how many sons have been obsessed with the arms of Flor and all night, forgetting their old mothers waiting at home, how many husbands have easily abandoned their wives who should have been with them in order to win their kisses, not to mention how many fathers have sold their children to win their smiles...... These were all things that the priest of Ilmut had seen and heard, and he had stretched out his hands to help them, but he could do very little other than to buy a few children with silver coins so that they would not be enslaved or reduced to worse misery—he could not punish those who brought calamity upon his relatives—their sons, husbands, and fathers, nor could he force them to turn away from the causes of depravity, for whom they were infatuated. It's like being poisoned or cursed.

Ilmot asked them to bear the suffering of the people, but in this regard, they could not do anything. This pained all the followers of Ilmot, especially after discovering that Flo's priests had even colluded with thieves to kill innocent people for money, and their anger could burn down the entire city - the problem was. Even the most humble apprentices know that even the smallest things can have terrible consequences when it comes to a deity, even a god like Flo, and that men love such priests as Flo, and you can see Flo's temple in any city, big or small. The wild priests of Flo (the girls who had been driven out of the temple by their mothers and sisters) were often found in the more affluent towns and settlements - ironically, when Flo's followers had not yet fallen into such a depravity, Flo's temple was only a third of what it is today, perhaps even less.

A hundred years ago. Whereas the people worshipped Flo only for ears of wheat and fragrant pea flowers, for their pure love and the abundant fruit that came with it, they now worshipped Flo with the same golden gold, fragrant pea blossoms, and flower-colored gemstones, for dirty affairs, vile dealings, and conspiracy—if a woman wanted a child, she would worship Gredi. A new goddess.

They were silent. Thankfully, there are a few lords or two who are favored by Ilmot and the other good gods who are willing to consider limiting the expansion of the Temple of Flo. It may take a decade or more, but they have to be careful, because there are so many people in it, and the people are sometimes tolerant and sometimes harsh.

So, don't expect a priest in Ilmot to have a good opinion of a priest in Flo.

"Please be careful. The priest of Ilmot said coldly: "You may not understand, but it is extremely impudent to speculate on a selfless, respectable and noble man in your mind. He stared at Mei Mi tightly: "We allowed you to stay here because someone vouched for you, but that doesn't mean we can't expel you again." Frow's followers, watch yourself as you insult others - remember, not everyone is as willing to stand in the rancid mire as you are. ”

Bodwin felt a little troubled, he was grateful to Memmy, who insisted on returning to him and staying when he needed the support of others the most, although he also considered whether she had to return because she couldn't leave Dorling-but she had been taken care of all the time, and as for Reverend Flo's words, he was completely unimpressed: "I apologize on her behalf, benevolent follower of Ilmort," he said mildly, "but I don't think Leona cares about it—although," An expression appeared on his face that could be described in an unbelievable way, "I don't think you're right, it's about Leona's feelings for me - I can almost be her father." No, but I believe that she was a monarch who could lead the Norman of the Highlands to the path of goodness, and that her bloodline, and her thoughts, meant that she could do it, and that she was originally a pure and noble person, even if she was just a child at that time......" He gasped softly, and the priest's potion temporarily freed him from the torment of pain, but it also had a side effect, that is, it was difficult to concentrate:" She's going to do it, she's going to do it, those are her people, the brightest jewels in her crown, the ones she cherishes the most—I'm not surprised at all. And Memi......" said with a smile in his eyes, "She doesn't have such far-reaching vision, nor so generous heart," he looked at the priest of Ilmot, "You see, she is standing there, and she can only see something in front of her, and Leona is standing on top of the tower—they are two very different people, and neither can expect them to have the same thoughts, if so, Leona is not Leona, and Memy is not Meme." ”

Ilmoth reluctantly glanced at Memmy, and his expression would have made the uninformed think that he had seen a carrion: "Perhaps," he said, "but I still think she should be more cautious." ”

"Of course," said Berdwin, who was tired, "of course. Is that meme?"

Maemie knew that Glenn had followed the mages, rangers, and priests to a dangerous place, and that he couldn't hide in the shadows of the room, listening to their conversation and laughing sarcastically, but she could hear it faintly—or maybe it came from the depths of her heart, her lips and tongue seemed to melt together. She couldn't open it, but Baldwin looked at her, her lover waiting for her answer, so she opened her mouth anyway - as if she had cut them with an invisible knife, blood dripping and pain unbearable.

"Yes," she said, the voice sounding like it came from the endless abyss, with a deadly gas. "Yes, I'm sorry, I ...... Never again. ”

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Almost immediately, the Otherworldly Soul sensed that something was not quite right with his cohabitant - he trusted the former Undead, who was originally a native of the area, and a powerful mage, equally experienced and knowledgeable in spell-casting and combat. Alert and elven blood. Except for that skeleton, he was simply a Jack Sue, and the otherworldly soul never imagined that he would also have chaos and fear to the point of being unable to act, unable to speak, or even to think.

Others may not be able to notice it all at once, but as we said before, while one soul is in control of the body, the other soul is able to perceive the outside world through its senses...... Can smell what he can smell. He can feel what he touches, he can hear what he can hear, and he can see what he can see - the soul of the other world finds out that something is wrong with the lich because it never leaves a fixed area - as a spellcaster, it is important to observe the surroundings at all times, and the lich often strikes it the head to warn it because it will be attracted to something strange for a long time. He himself certainly could not have made such a ridiculous mistake.

It struggled to float upwards, which was not easy, and when the lich took control of this body, the surface of the sea of knowledge seemed to be covered with a transparent but thick layer of ice, and as soon as the soul of the other world approached, it could feel the chill directly into the bone marrow - oh, yes, it had no bone marrow, in short, it was very uncomfortable. But now it doesn't care so much, it pounds the ice, hoping to attract the attention of its cohabitants.

I don't know how long it had been—maybe just a few heartbeats, and the lich leaned down and gestured, and the ice melted, and the otherworldly spirits still couldn't reach him, but at least he didn't have to freeze like a tofu pudding.

-- Not good. The lich said calmly.

- Huh?

- I don't know if you remember - the lich put it mildly, we have some minor problems with our bodies......

-- Please speak human. Said the soul of the other world.

- The blood is devouring, the lich said dryly.

- Oh, the soul of the other world said dryly, I'm not a goldfish, of course I remember - it seems that the last time I had a seizure I was using this body, and it was even more broken - wait, this was before we went to the royal capital, and now there are a few days apart, in short, less than thirty days, what is going on? Damn, is there any spell that can speed up time?

- There was no mistake in timing, it was this body that was wrong, the lich said, it might be due to some spell - it was like making a sleeping lion smell blood.

-- In any case, the souls of the other world are distressed that it doesn't come at the right time, right? They always come at the wrong time -- I remember you said you weren't affected by it.

- Not being affected doesn't mean there is no impact, I just can bear it, said the former immortal.

The conversation between them lasted only a brief time, almost negligible, but in this moment, the obsidian-carved dragon changed again, and it silently shattered into countless tiny pieces, peeling off the core of the bright dawn - even the otherworldly soul that had been subjected to thousands of shocks was in a state of utter inability to think for a moment - it was a woman, a beautiful, powerful woman.

Some people may say that beauty floats on the surface, and of course it can be captured with the eyes and thoughts, but how can it be seen that it is powerful?

The souls of the other world can answer you, and they can also be seen to be powerful, like stars that are far away from countless light years, and at similar distances, the larger and brighter the star, the more powerful it is, and the same as the woman who stood before them, she was so radiant and so majestic, that in front of her, perhaps the unallowed breath and heartbeat would be included as a kind of blasphemy.

"Why don't you come to me," said the woman suddenly, her voice like a magnificent music, "come to me, Cremar, my child, to Mommy." ”

If the soul of the other world could conjure up a bottle of Coke in the sea of consciousness, he must have sprayed it by now.

- What!?" he shouted.

- Don't speak, said the lich.

"I do not wish to disobey your will," he said, "but I am not qualified to approach you in such a position." ”

Some people may say that beauty floats on the surface, and of course it can be captured with the eyes and thoughts, but how can it be seen that it is powerful?

The souls of the other world can answer you, and they can also be seen to be powerful, like stars that are far away from countless light years, and at similar distances, the larger and brighter the star, the more powerful it is, and the same as the woman who stood before them, she was so radiant and so majestic, that in front of her, perhaps the unallowed breath and heartbeat would be included as a kind of blasphemy.

"Why don't you come to me," said the woman suddenly, her voice like a magnificent music, "come to me, Cremar, my child, to Mommy." ”

If the soul of the other world could conjure up a bottle of Coke in the sea of consciousness, he must have sprayed it by now.

- What!?" he shouted.

- Don't speak, said the lich.

"I do not wish to disobey your will," he said, "but I am not qualified to approach you in such a position." (To be continued......)