"You...... Are you really a mage?" the officer crouched down next to the wounded to confirm the condition, then turned back and asked. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Oh, I see, your eyes only recognize pieces of paper. ”

"Pieces of paper?"

"The concession pass, I heard it was issued this month, and we didn't expect it to be asked for it all of a sudden, so we ......," Ekor explained with a light smile, and he deliberately finished his sentence halfway through, and Durag jumped up as if he had been stepped on by his tail.

"I'm a native of Akagi, and I only left this place a few months ago, and this time I want that damn piece of paper, and you won't even recognize your own people without it? ”

"Ask him...... Black Gold License ......"

A dying word suddenly came out of the mouth of the wounded. Durag was startled, he looked at Ekor and asked, "What did he just say?"

"Black Gold License......" Ekor glanced at Durag in surprise. As far as he knew, the license was a certificate of identity issued by the Four Northern Kingdoms to the caster, and was made of a single piece of black gold leaf, representing the possession of the protection of the state.

"So, do you have one?" asked the officer, getting up.

"Absolutely. Confused, Durag pulled out a piece of cardboard from his bosom.

The officer took the object, glanced at it, and returned it.

"Come with me, you two. He beckoned.

Ecco glanced at the guy who was lying on the ground earlier, two men dressed as medics were hurrying on stretchers, and he patted Durag to follow the officer who greeted them. The man led them into the outpost hut, then ordered two signatures to be taken, and then handed them the goods.

"Keep your things and you can get through the checkpoint. ”

In this way, the two finally left Red Clay City. For the rest of the trip, Durag remained silent. Icko guessed that he didn't expect his hometown to become so complicated, so he was depressed. However, it would be strange to see that he was still happy when he was unlucky and dirty.

Although he thought Durag was amused, and Ekor had no intention of teasing the guide, he took good care of his horse.

From time to time, he combed his horsehair and whispered "All right cookies". In response, the horse kept croaking and his ears turning back and forth, as if complaining to him that the red horse he had been with was gone, and that it had never been to this place before. Suddenly, Durag paused.

"Don't you feel bored when you touch the horse, and touch the horse?" he said angrily.

Ekor glanced at him.

"Boring? I don't think it's actually very comfortable. ”

"Come on, you just love to talk back to me, huh...... Talk to me. ”

"What do you say? Want to hear about my sordid past?"

"I'm annoyed, how can I bother to reminisce about my childhood with you, a green-eyed man?" Durag sighed heavily, and he continued, "I just wanted to talk to you about the previous events, huh...... Do you have any beliefs? I mean a god or something. ”

"I'm afraid not. Ikor frowned slightly.

"No, how could it be?" Durag's eyes widened in disbelief.

"You used to do that kind of business that cost people's lives, and your guild didn't have any worship of death, fierce gods, or anything like that?"

"I'm afraid you don't know much about the Quenching Dagger, and the top of the guild are controlled by some mages. Ekor replied nonchalantly.

After a brief silence, Durag finally picked up the fallen jaw.

"No wonder, few mages believe in gods...... Then you're an elf, and you don't believe in a god of nature like your people?"

The words seemed to touch a certain part of Ica's heart, and he uncomfortably smoothed his hair, and "Okay Cookie" also seemed to consciously fold his neck, and it looked at him, and its thick eyelashes fluttered uncontrollably.

"I can't understand what some of my compatriots believe in, I grew up in human society......"

"I knew I wouldn't ask you about this. Durag took another step.

He walked ahead, his hands spread wide like wings, and in front of him, a mud path stretched out of the slope to the sparsely wooded countryside covered with goose yellow and tender green.

"They brought two things. Durag said loudly on the path where there was no one else, with his back to Ekko.

"One is money, which is used to value all things and to exchange them. The second is technology, which is used to change right to no, to let the flyless soar into the sky, let the water go against the current, and even get involved in birth, old age, sickness and death. They call themselves men to fight, but they have no divine virtue and vain divine power!"

Durag put his hands down, and he sighed, "I heard this from the lips of a priest, and you can imagine how much this man hates unbelieving fellows, and according to his words, we are all conceited and arrogant sinners, subconsciously thinking that man is God." But don't say it, he's not entirely wrong. ”

"I don't quite understand. Ekor looked confused. Listen to Durag, money makes everything lose its color, technology subverts the laws of nature, who can bring it and use it? all unbelieved?

Durag turned his head, he leaned half-lean, measured Ekko's forehead with his index finger and thumb, and said, "The brain is not small, and it doesn't look stupid, why is it that the horizon is narrower than that of some hillbillies? What do you usually care about? Except for those bad things about yourself, haven't you thought about philosophy? Before your brain is completely rusted, think about it more......

This stormy taunt choked Eko all at once. He tilted his neck back slightly, one eye half-squinted. Durag rolled his eyes and continued to lead the way.

"What do you mean by all that?" asked Ekor suddenly.

"The need for survival, eating, drinking, sleeping, and some messy and filthy. ”

"Isn't this something born in response to the needs of some people, because we need guidance, we need explanations to understand the world, to be comforted, and now we have explanations that are closer to the truth. ”

Durag paused again. He snapped a branch from a bush tree near him, then turned to face Ekor and snapped it in two.

"Do you only listen to half of the story?" he tossed off half of the branch, clutching the remaining half.

"Just take your words, it's far from getting closer to the truth and knowing the truth, don't say that you feel the law of all things as if people and gods are like you, that's an advance of divine power. Actually, we don't know what the results of what we've done are going to be perfect.

The remaining half of the branch was also thrown to the ground. Ekor looked at the innocently killed trees and suddenly remembered an incident from a few years ago when he and a number of Assassins were guarding a high-ranking mage in the guild, who had somehow turned the dead body into a monster......

"You talk like a radical pastor. Ekor smiled lightly, shaking those horrible memories out of her mind.

"Thanks for the compliment, the pastor I mentioned earlier is much more popular than I am. ”