Wizards are always patient.

Since the Twisted Shadow can't deal with Thunder Lin now, it is natural to find ways to make trouble for him.

By the end of the day, the Twisted Shadow has regained its heyday and Thunder Lin has come to a halt, and the time has come for revenge!

......

For ordinary people in the main material world, this kind of high-level existence seems like a fantasy to them, and whatever the gods and wizards do, it may not be as important as earning a few more coppers tomorrow - because it depends on the size of the black bread tomorrow night!

Duolun is one of them, as a carpenter, he inherited the craftsmanship of his ancestors is not very good, and even a little lame, but his ancestors are carpenters, and he has no way out except to continue to be a carpenter.

Even, for a certain time each year, in addition to having to bring his own dry food to serve the lord, he must also be responsible for the free maintenance of all the wood and furniture in the lord's house, including the manger in the livestock shed......

Obviously, for him, things like gods and demons were like chivalric novels, just like bards, and had nothing to do with him.

However, all this will change.

After seeing the purple moon turn into an evil eye and explode that day, even Duolun felt that the peaceful days seemed to be gone.

The loss of the night glow brought by the moon is only one aspect - after all, most ordinary people go to bed early, and they cannot afford the oil and firewood for night lighting, and there are still many stars at night. Except for being a little darker than the original, it's hardly different, of course. The exception is for those aristocratic ladies who like to have a drinking party and admire the moon.

What is more important is the revelation brought about by the destruction of the moon - whether it is the moon turning into a purple vertical eye, or the scene where the giant web of terror is shattered with the moon in the back. It's too much like a masterpiece of the devil and demons.

"That is the end of all things, and there is a very powerful evil that is about to destroy the earth......"

One of the town's somewhat deranged bards also changed the tone of his usual waltz in the morning to a heavy prophecy, which made Doron's heart feel a little heavy.

"The gods are above...... Maybe I'm thinking too much, I should go to church recently, I need the help of a pastor......"

Duoren looked at the copper in his pocket, and several bronzed coins had a smooth surface, apparently worn over a long period of time, and the edges were broken beyond shape.

"Damn Lady Tilis...... She must have asked her fat pig to cut the edges of the copper......"

Looking at the meager salary of a hard day's work. Duolun couldn't help but complain secretly.

Of course, if he resisted so directly, he would not have the courage at all.

Even, after seeing the vision of the previous few days, the uneasy Duolun was still thinking about whether to go to the temple to donate something and ask the gods to bless him.

In the world of the gods, the church and the kingdom are everything! the former holds the faith, while the latter holds the worldly power, and many commoners are poor, no matter how poor they are. The only remaining good things will also be sent to these two, of course, the former is voluntary, and the latter is forced. Although there is no difference in nature, they are all exploited to the last bit of something.

"Hey, Doron, is the work done at Lady Tillise's house?"

A cheerful whistle sounded, accompanied by the sound of a greeting. Duolun was intimately familiar with the owner of the voice, a friend of his for many years.

He turned his head. Then I saw a young man wearing unusually ill-fitting fat pants, and the other party had large freckles on his face. Only one pair of eyes appears very clever.

"Hey, Mickey, aren't you a maid in the temple of the Goddess of the Nets, why did you come back all of a sudden?"

Duolun said with some surprise.

After all, his town was only a rudimentary town, and there was only a temple of the God of Crucifixion built because of the lord's preference, and the lords always favored this god very much, wishing that all their subordinates were the other party's devout followers.

The temple of the goddess of the magic net where Mickey was located was only found far away in the city, and it took a day and a half to travel by carriage from the town, which was almost the distance of the ends of the earth for Duolun - he had only been to the city once since he had grown to this age, and he was deeply shocked by the prosperity there, and it felt like heaven.

He is still very envious of Mickey's work.

Even if the other party is only a lowest-level servant, he is still in the temple, and it is even possible to awaken the ability of spells and become a respected mage!

At the mention of this, Mickey's face darkened, and he spread his hands:

"Alas...... Don't mention it...... Our temple has gone out of business, so I'm back!"

"Temple...... Collapse ......" Doron opened his mouth, apparently unable to comprehend the meaning of the two words combined.

With a temple where the true god sits, and those powerful priests who can perform strange magic, even the temple with the lowest fee standard, the speed at which it attracts wealth is very terrifying, and such a church will actually go out of business?

"You don't know...... I'll tell you...... It's true, many of the priests of our temple died suddenly on the 'dark moon', and the rest wept all day long......"

After a trip to the city, Mickey became apparently very talkative, and he quietly approached Doron's side, put his hand over his lips, and said in a low voice, "I heard...... It's the goddess of the net...... Fallen!!"

"Goddess of the Magic Net...... Fallen?!"

Duolun didn't feel too much, after all, the gods were too far away from him, and Mystra was not his faith, and he couldn't comprehend the meaning and stakes represented by this with his head, and hearing the fall of a true god was like hearing the death of a certain king, there was no big feeling, and there was even some faint schadenfreude in his heart.

"yes...... Now, those mages are going to be out of luck......"

A smile appeared on Mickey's lips, and it seemed that he was usually bullied by his superiors and priests.

"In the city, several mages have been killed by the 'mob'......"

"What does this have to do with mages, and besides, a spell with a magical spell can be killed by a civilian?"

Doron is clearly suspicious of the 'secret' that Mickey revealed.

In his impression, the mages with spells were all high-ranking figures, and even the lords had to be respectful and polite.

For example, Mage Hoffman, who lives near the town, even the most domineering Lady Tilis does not dare to offend when she sees the other party.

"Hey...... It is said that after losing the protection of the goddess of the net, those mages lost their ability to cast spells...... You say, those old men, as well as the ordinary people who were persecuted by the mages before, will they still let them go?"

Mickey smiled, revealing a few sharp tiger teeth: "I also hid back because there was no hope of becoming a mage in the city, and it was easy to be affected...... Without further ado, let's go to Old Buck's tavern for a couple of drinks to celebrate our reunion!"

"But ......"

Duolun touched the shy money bag in his pocket: "I still want to go to church once!"

"Oh, the church, by the way, there are other churches of gods, and now they are busy all day long, and they seem to be preparing to evacuate or something, and even the nobles can't call a priest who can perform magic magic...... I think the temple in the town must be like that......"

Mitch patted Doronn on the shoulder, a look of 'you don't have to waste'.

"No way!"

For his beliefs, Duolun is still quite persistent.

"Okay! I'll go with you!"

Mickey shrugged his shoulders helplessly.

The temple in the town is small, with only a few houses in front and back, and a small fountain stands at the front, but unfortunately there is no spring overflowing.

"Hello! I want to find Pastor Rockefeller!"

The temple was empty, and there seemed to be a lot of things missing, and the few remaining servants were filled with a lazy atmosphere, and even the civilians who came to pray became fewer.

Duolun clearly felt something change, but he still stopped one of his servants and said.

He still has a very good impression of the kind and benevolent Rockefeller priest, although the other party can only perform some low-level magic skills, but it is still very effective for the injuries of ordinary townspeople, and has saved many lives.

In view of this, Duolun also felt that he had to donate something, so as not to be difficult to speak when he asked for the other party's head in the future.

"Rockefeller Reverend......"

There were very few servants in the temple, and only the old man who was left was the doorkeeper, who rubbed his cloudy eyes, and seemed to have a long time to react.

"It's gone...... With all the stuff and only a few piles of potatoes left for poor old Baker Donner......"

"Hmm, isn't there a successor?"

Duolun was very surprised, even if it is a small town, there are a lot of believers, and no church will let go of a faith base that has laid a good foundation, and even if it is transferred, there must be another pastor to hand it over, which is very abnormal.

Duolun suddenly had a very bad premonition in his heart, as if his peaceful life was about to be gone forever.

"What, do you need prayer and confession? Maybe I can help you!"

Old Baker Donner's eyes were already on Doron's money bag.

"No!

Duolun didn't know what the other party meant, and immediately ran away with Mickey holding his money bag.

It wasn't until outside the town that Mickey, who was out of breath, turned around and laughed at Duolun fiercely: "Haha...... Am I right?" (To be continued.) )