Located in the center of the continent, the Holy Mountain of Light stands the tall and majestic Temple of Light, and the Privy Archbishop Melkins hurriedly entered the temple, making the paladins guarding the door of the temple feel nervous - there should be nothing big happening, right?

"Melkins, this is the news that just came through the emergency channel, what do you think!"

The tall Pope Alexander VII looked more like a bear-waisted warrior with a broad back, without the slightest old man's old age, and he handed Melkins a piece of paper.

"The goddess of life has a miracle?" Melkins raised his head and said, "So, the Temple of Life is going to have a new Pope again?" ”

"Yes!" The Pope bowed slightly, and a hint of mockery appeared on the corner of his mouth: "The brilliance of the goddess of life is about to shine on the continent again!" ”

"Your Majesty, the Temple of Life has always refused to respond to my lord's call, and now that there is a new pope, I am afraid it will be farther and farther away from my lord!"

Melkins said thoughtfully.

Since the death of the previous pope of the Temple of Life, the Church of Light has wanted to make the Temple of Life part of the Church. However, despite the constant internal strife within the temple, they are surprisingly unanimous on the external point, and have never given the Church of Light a chance to take advantage of it.

"Our biggest enemy is the Dark Temple, the Temple of War is located in a corner of the Ampimon Empire, the power of the Temple of Nature does not leave the Elven Forest, other small sects are not worth mentioning, on the continent of Amadeus, only the Temple of Life is quite large, and the divided Temple of Life is more in line with the needs of my lord!"

The Pope turned around and said, "Melkins, you go to the Dresses Empire, where the believers are still indulging in a daze, and you need the most devout believers of my lord to spread the fluorescence of the Lord!" ”

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

"Paladins Melbon and Jorin go with you, find out who that person is, and don't live up to my expectations, Melkins!" The Pope looked at Melkins with a look of deep meaning.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Melkins was so excited that his beard trembled.

The meaning of Pope Alexander VII is already clear - Melkins, do a good job, do a good job, and the next pope will be you!

There is a tradition in the Church of Light - as long as the Pope does not die sideways, when they cultivate to a certain level, they will enter the Ascension Tower, where they will study some secret method left by the Goddess of Light to ascend to the Divine Realm, of course, these people are no longer allowed to participate in the affairs of the mainland, unless someone wants to destroy the Ascension Tower.

"Let's get on the errands!"

The Pope turned and walked towards the back of the hall, and Melkins did not bow down until the Pope's figure was gone.

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Moon Shadow is now sitting proudly in the road shop and sipping coffee-Azure Sea Dream, which is the best product that only monarchs can drink, and I don't know where the old goblin got it.

"Sifting, baking, grinding, cooking...... These procedures are very cumbersome, and if you make a slight mistake, this coffee will not taste like that! ”

The old goblin chattered about his "Coffee Sutra", but it made her mind quite moved, reminding her of modern instant coffee.

"Boss Schindler, you know a lot about coffee!"

Moon Shadow gently stirred the slightly darkened coffee with a small steel spoon - unfiltered.

"I don't really understand, my third brother specializes in selling coffee beans, so he knows a little."

Schindler rubbed his hands together, grinning at the corners of his mouth, and even if he smiled, his eyes glanced out of the door from time to time.

"Coming soon, huh?" Moon Shadow asked casually.

"yes, right away...... Uh-"

Schindler wanted to put his fist in his mouth.

"Boss Schindler, am I that hard to talk to?" Moon Shadow smiled, "Who is it?" ”

"It's our patriarch."

Schindler's face flushed, although the goblins were famous on the mainland for their craftsmanship and business acumen, their status was extremely low, which was why he didn't dare to greet Moon Shadow in advance.

Moon Shadow's reaction was not as Schindler expected, and the little face immediately put down: "Boss Schindler, you didn't do the right thing in this matter!" ”

Schindler's little liver immediately fluttered and jumped, and Moon Shadow gently put down the coffee cup and continued, "We are partners now, how can you be so outside!" ”

'Fluttering', Schindler felt his heart stop beating for a moment, opened his mouth, and then held back a sentence: "Thank you Miss Alice for your understanding!" ”

Rockefeller is one hundred and eighty years old, and the average age of goblins can reach two hundred, and there is not much time left for him.

The craft of the goblins, the wealth of the goblins is the capital that the goblin clan is proud of, and it is also the root and seedling of causing trouble. Today, many ancient techniques and tools have been lost, which is a painful concern for every generation of patriarchs.

Recreating the glory of the goblin clan is the dream of every patriarch. He has been the patriarch for more than seventy years, and he originally thought that there was no hope in this life, but the appearance of Lovely Lisi gave him hope that maybe something could be realized.

"Patriarch Rockefeller, what else do you have to do?"

Moon Shadow looked at the old goblin in front of him with a strange expression.

"On behalf of my clan, I want to talk to Miss Alice about cooperation!"

"Cooperation? Aren't we already partners now? ”

Moon Shadow asked rhetorically.

"Yes!" Rockefeller's face became serious: "The cooperation I am going to talk about now is related to the future of the goblin clan!" ”

Is it so serious?

Moon Shadow's eyebrows twitched, "Patriarch Rockefeller, your decision is too hasty, it seems that such a major matter should not be told to me!" ”

"For a human who can easily send a whole set of quasi-artifacts, you have gained the friendship of all the goblins!"

Send out a quasi-artifact?

Am I so generous?

Moon Shadow looked at Rockefeller suspiciously.

"You may not think so, but that set of standardized tools has advanced our craft for at least a hundred years!" Rockefeller explained.

I see, Moon Shadow was relieved and motioned for him to continue.

In the distant age of mythology, the goblins mastered a mechanical civilization that even the gods admired, creating mechanical puppets that rivaled the powerhouses of the Sanctuary, and assembled metal dragons with hand-to-hand combat abilities that even true dragons feared...... However, a great catastrophe has swept across the continent of Amadeus, and the goblin clan has been wiped out, and all their superb skills seem to have been lost overnight.

"How can I help?" Moon Shadow asked.

Rockefeller and Schindler looked at each other and said, "Many years ago, we found a clue that there is a very likely relic of a goblin civilization inside!" ”

"What is it?" Moon Shadow said with interest.

"The Lost Islands!"

The two men said in unison.

Lost an archipelago?

Moon Shadow stuck out her tongue - that's where the bad name goes.

The Lost Islands, a hundred nautical miles from the Dresses Empire, are made up of dozens of islands, large and small, that are said to contain wealth coveted by even the gods, but its other name is the tomb of the gods that even the gods fear.

Many countries, even the Church of Light, have sent people in, but without exception, there are no returns, and the Church of Light even has a few advent angels who have fallen inside, and many Sacred Domain powerhouses in various countries have fallen together.

The most famous is that 1,200 years ago, one of the most powerful god-level masters on the continent, the sword god Odin, had no news after entering the Lost Islands, which gave him the name of 'Tomb of the Gods', and since then, no one has dared to approach that island.

"Rockefeller patriarch, I don't have that much ability, you have lifted me up a little." The head of the moon shadow shook like a rattle.

Just kidding, she didn't have the brains to get dizzy like that.

"The High Priest of our clan has received an oracle from the God of Artisans, and you are the one who will lead our people back to glory!"

Rockefeller said, "Of course, you don't have to rush, we also have to make some preparations, and it will take a year at the earliest." Miss Alice, this is a gift that High Priest Irene asked me to pass on to you! ”

With that, Rockefeller took out a package of monster skins.

At first, Moon Shadow didn't care, but when Rockefeller opened it layer by layer, revealing what was inside, her eyeballs almost dropped, and she exclaimed, "Cake seller!" ”