"I think Angel should start with those poor yeoman farmers, or the craftsmen who come to the city to make a living, I've heard of your 'Angel Angel' before!" Martin quipped with a smile as he took a sip of the wine.

"Yes, and the little slum boys, it is said that after learning that their backstage is Sister Angel from the Lord's Mansion, even those filthy Brotherhood members dare not attack them!" Jacob chimed in.

"Thank you..."Angel blushed and explained a little shyly, "I just look at them so pitiful, so..."

"Tsk, no wonder your lord canonized you as a priest of the temple!" Jacob said with a sincere expression, "Maintaining world peace and not forgetting the love and justice in your heart is really a grand goal...!"

"Hiccup~!" he burped in satisfaction.

"Actually, you can do it too!" Angel said solemnly, "like those disabled soldiers, and those parents who lost their children because of the war..."

"Hey, we can be Templars, shouldn't it be a priest's job to preach?"

Jacob seemed to recall some bad memories, and his tone was a little lost, and he said that he couldn't stand the dreary atmosphere of those families, and that the depression full of despair would be suffocating.

"But—" Angel was about to persuade him to do something more.

"Oooo

"Who?" asked Lance, who was silent on the side, finally coming back to his senses and snorting dissatisfied.

He remembered that he had told him not to disturb him if he had nothing to do.

"My lord, word has come from the outpost that a group of emissaries from Silverblade Castle are about to arrive, and they have already been identified, you see?" said a humble voice from outside the door.

"Then tell Walter to arrange for men to meet them. Lance was a little impatient, but after thinking about it, he still said, "Forget it, I'll go myself!"

"Yes, sir. The footsteps faded away.

"Then I'm going to prepare it for you, my lord?" Angel put down her glass and was about to open the door to leave.

"Wait!" Lance called out to her, "and you, Martin and Jacob, remember 'his' oracle, but everything will be done in secret. ”

"Yes, sir, maintain world peace, never forget the love and justice in your heart!" After shouting the slogan, the three of them bowed respectfully and left.

When the door was gently closed, Lance tugged at the corners of his mouth, revealing a helpless wry smile.

I don't know if this move was right or not...

Unlike Angel's excitement, he was a little nervous at the moment, even though the god Nidaya had saved his life, he didn't know whether he was worshipping a demon or a god.

After all, for the only time the two men met, 'Him' was daunting, and some of the actions of the time were completely contrary to the love and justice he preached.

Bloody, brutal, and powerful!

This was Lance's first impression of the god 'Nidaya'.

Moreover, 'He' still seems to be a newly awakened being, from 'He' acquiescing in his status as a 'Son of God', to not opposing his request to build a temple for him, and refusing to bestow divine magic...

By all indications, the god of 'Nidaya' seems to be in a period of great fragility and needs followers to restore his strength.

"I hope it won't be the bloody and cruel human sacrifice of 'Ereda Oxser'..."The current situation is so unfavorable to him, Lance can only think silently with a fluke mentality.

"Mortals are born sinful, but by whom the gods prefer...", he silently recited this epigram from the mouth of an unknown scholar to convince himself of his inner turmoil.

The Master of the Shadows has already begun to act, and he is not going to sit still.

Emissary?

Lance didn't remember that he had ever sent a letter crow to ask for help, even though he knew that once the news of Lane Town was confirmed, he might face the army of the Misty Mountains under the command of the Omenwolf Wolves, and the strength of Ilcutlin alone was completely insufficient to resist, and once those Misty Mountain barbarians attacked, he never intended to hold on to this place, although it was a great sin to abandon the territory of the kingdom without resistance, but for the sake of those innocent civilians, it was a wiser choice to believe that fleeing was a wiser choice than the end of the whole city being martyred for his senseless honor。

He opened the window and let the wind in, the cold wind trying to cut his skin like a knife.

Lance looked up at the sky, the sun was obscured by thick clouds, and the originally sunny weather had become overcast, and it seemed that it would not be long before the wind and snow would cover the barren land again.

"I don't know how many Livingston warriors will be buried here this time," he said with a low emotion.

"Your Excellency?" Anqi's voice sounded behind her.

Lance turned around, looked at the tattoo on her forehead, and smiled.

His pupils shrank, and he suddenly noticed a detail that had been overlooked—himself.... It doesn't seem to be imprinted with a god crest?

"Did he forget?" or—" He couldn't help but wonder in his mind, "Why am I different from them?"

Lance remembered that night, and without the slightest warning, the voice that suddenly appeared in his ear.

"I was chosen!" he thought to himself, "It must be so, unlike them, I was chosen by Him personally! That's why He acquiesced in my identity as the Son of God, and acquiesced in my act of creating a temple to recruit believers, and then he personally descended on me and replaced me..."

"Wait, coming?" Lance's automated brain to make up for a possibility: "Could it be that my special place is because of my constitution, and only my constitution can be used by the god of Nidaya to come into this world?"

"If that's the case," he thought with some concern, "could it be... The price of borrowing His divine power... Is that my body?"

The uneasiness that had been haunting his heart became even stronger, and the feeling of completely losing control of his body and being able to only be an observer made Lance walk around the room with some anxiety.

If Ye Ming could guess his thoughts at this moment, he would definitely judge without hesitation that this thing was a persecuted paranoia, and it was still in an advanced stage.

It was true that he had similar thoughts, but considering the rate of consumption of divine power, unless his followers were all over the world, desperate to provide him with energy supply from time to time, it was possible to maintain the body he borrowed from Lance to use it all the time.

But what would he do with this kind of completely cost-effective thing? Since he learned that he was a god and not a ball, and that the god of Pander in Lance's memory had a record of walking in the mortal world in his true form, his goal was no longer simply to be reborn.

As for that kind of god pattern, it was made purely because it was good-looking, because Ye Ming felt that this made the temple more formal, didn't it.

As a result, he gave himself a small surprise, so much so that after discovering that this small symbol left by the imprint of divine power could serve as an observation of whether the believer's faith was firm enough, he accidentally omitted Lance.

"My lord?" Seeing that Lance didn't pay attention to himself for a long time, Angel had to remind him again: "If you don't set off yet, maybe you can only greet the messenger at the city gate, that would be too rude..."

"Huh? Okay. Lance was immersed in his own conjecture, and responded with some humility.

Served by a few maids brought by Angel, he dressed in a sumptuous robe, and before leaving, he instructed Walter's butler to prepare a sumptuous dinner, and then set off with a small group of rangers.

Martin and Jacob were also mixed in, showing no signs of anything out of the ordinary, except for the vacant positions around them, indicating that they were being ostracized by the squad.

After all, the only remaining cavalry force in the entire Irketring Line was the Ranger squad he had left behind in the castle to patrol, and the two of them, including himself, were shameful deserters in their eyes.

Lance sighed inexplicably.

On the path leading to the outpost, the knight's cloak was rattled by the wind, and a sizable convoy was slowly approaching in the distance.

The accompanying ranks of soldiers were neat and well-armed, with at least two brigades and a dozen knights in heraldic plate armor dotted among them, looking less like emissaries than an army.

"What kind of messenger would need two brigades of hoplites to escort along the way?"

He reached down and pulled his hood down, raising his hand to signal the line to stop.

However, the carriage slowly drove past the front of the procession, but there was no sign of stopping to say hello, and Lance had to order the cavalry to get out of the way and line up on both sides.

"I'm sorry, Lord Reims, the master said that the wind and snow were too heavy, and it would be better to go back to the castle first. A squire, leaning against the window of the carriage, on horseback, whispered something and trotted over to explain.

Lance frowned a little dissatisfied, although it was only a few whispered words, his keen hearing and the family coat of arms on the edge of the carriage allowed him to tell who was sitting in the carriage.

Count Carolus of Silverblade Castle

As the powerful aristocrat of Livingston and the commander of the legion against the invasion of the Misty Mountains, he happens to be Lance's immediate boss.

Silverblade Castle, as his fief, is located right in the center of the Stoke family's fiefdom, cleverly separating Ilketlin and Ryan, like a whole cake being cut in half.

Although everyone understands that this is the power of His Majesty the King, it is the interests that guarantee the inheritance of a family, which is destined to have a relationship between the two families.

"Tell the Earl, I have prepared a sumptuous dinner, and Ilketlin welcomes him!" replied Lance in a flat tone.

Even if the anger in his heart was burning, he still maintained the dignity of the nobles.

"Yes, sir. It seemed unsurprising that the identity of the messenger was revealed, and the attendant rode away neatly.

Lance looked at his back, and the alarm bell sounded in his heart, he beckoned the two Templars to come over, whispered something in their ears, and then the two of them broke away from the group and disappeared into the forest....