"I was very worried when my father had been shut up in his room all day since Silbella had returned, not thinking about tea or dinner, and forbidding me to go out. ”

The border city of Serdia, Hallorenburg. The lord's only son, Roddy, stood outside his father's door, talking to the maids with a worried expression.

"When the lord came back that day, it was as if he had changed his person, and almost every maid who entered the room to clean had been scolded, and some had even been beaten and beaten with blood. A maid complained.

And in the middle of the night, I can often hear the sound of adults moaning in pain and throwing things in the room. The other maid had a frightened expression, her residence was next door to the lord.

"As one of the twelve councillors, my father would go to the main city on behalf of the surrounding cities whenever he was discussing state affairs, and he was usually fine, why did he come back this time and his temperament changed greatly?"

"No, my father must have been through something in Silbera to make him so different. Roddy thought of someone, and walked briskly out of his father's house to another part of the castle.

On the edge of the firewood house under the city walls, in a simple room, Prodi saw the person he wanted to see—a coolie chopping wood, thin and old, who was slowly sorting out the chopping wood bare-chested.

"Yo, this is not Lord Roddy, how can you have time to come to my dirty and moldy little place?" the old man was covered in a sour smell, and he carefully took out a pack of tobacco from the gap in his waist, lit it and enjoyed it, and then continued to work without looking back.

"How do you know it's me, you didn't turn your head around just now. Roddy walked in and looked around the room, finding a tattered wooden bench nearby and sitting down.

"Look at what you say, it's as if I could see you when I turned my head. The old man took a puff of cigarette and turned his face, and it was a pair of eyes completely covered with milky white, staring there and not knowing where to look.

"It was a gift from my grandfather that you survived, and now I need your help, Prophet. As he uttered the last word, Roddy lowered his voice and looked back outside the house to make sure there were no outsiders.

In the history of Tansfogg, there was an unknown black history, known in the history books as "Black Sweeping Day", in that short day and twelve hours, the entire continent seemed to have a tacit understanding, led by the national orders, from top to bottom, all those who were involved in witchcraft, or believed in heretical gods, and were related to them, were sentenced to death and executed on the spot without interrogation. It is rumored that a minority race in the north was killed by the entire tribe in that raid because of their belief in the alien god Namodo, who had the ability to predict the future. To this day, those who rehash the matter are punished by the Order.

"The Prophet... It's been a long time since anyone called me that, and you know that if you mention it again, you're going to go to jail. The old man, who was called the "prophet", was blind, but he could accurately swing an axe to evenly split a piece of wood in half.

After splitting for a while, he straightened his waist, took a deep breath of cigarette, and said slowly: "What is a different god, what is a correct god, it is just a dirty trick made by those people in the order who hold a stinky pen all day long and wipe a shit mark to finish the matter, one day I will personally cover that seal on the butts of those bishops." ”

"Chagatu, I know you have a grudge against the Order, but now is not the time for you to complain, my father came back from Silbera this time, his temperament changed abruptly, and his mother also washed her face with tears all day long, and lived in two rooms, I asked the best doctors in the city for help, and they all said that my father was like this because he was busy with official business and was under too much pressure, but I don't think that my intuition told me that there must be something strange about this matter, I am very worried about my father's body, and I am also worried about the fate of Hallorenburg, and now it is known that there is a large-scale war in the south of the continent, if something goes wrong with my father, I am afraid that the whole family will be in danger, nowI have to get my father back to his original appearance..."

“... When I was a young man, I heard my grandfather talk about your 'prophets,' and I kept it a secret all these years, and I wouldn't have come here to you if I hadn't been out of line. "Roddy had heard from his grandfather that Chagatu had been rescued from the Order for a reason, but no one knew why, and only his grandfather, father, and himself knew his identity. To outsiders, the old man was an unfortunate man who was addicted to smoking, blind, and taken in to work in a firewood house, and before his grandfather left, one of his last wishes mentioned this blind man who chopped wood.

"You've only seen me once when you're wearing open crotch pants, and you believe your grandfather... However, the words of God Namodo have not been heard clearly lately, and if we are foresights, if we do not have the voice of God, we are no different from ordinary people. Chagatu snorted, "This day is going to change greatly, your father is just a change in all kinds of changes, if you want to start from the source, I am afraid that you will lose your life." ”

"Are you saying that there is going to be unrest in Cerdia, just like in the South?" Roddy remembered some rumors that many unfortunate things had happened to not only his father but also the rest of the council members after returning to the city, and this might be just the first step in the great change in Cerdia?

A sense of fear crept into his heart, and Roddy shook his feet uneasily, he was now confused.

"Recently, an outside holy force came into contact with Cerdia, but for some reason, it just disappeared. "Maybe you can look into that instead of focusing on me, a stinking old man." ”

"The power of holiness?" said Roddy, still confused, as he stood up and bowed his back, "Forgive me for my foolishness, and please give me more advice." ”

"Damn, I've already said it, I can't hear the voice of God Namodo clearly, are you a deaf man!" Chagatu's expression suddenly became excited, his cigarette had already been smoked, and his right hand holding the butt of the cigarette was shaking unconsciously, "When the moon rises tonight, Silbera is thirty miles away, and there may be a clue you want there." ”

"Thanks, Chagatu, I'll go prepare the horses. ”

"I'll find someone to bring some cigarettes, and it's good if you have alcohol. Before Roddy left, Chagatu did not forget to make another request.