After the vigorous burning of the icon, Catalarson's lips were foaming in a hurry, and he never slept as he planned a way to deal with the Sanctuary and the Imperial army - in the current situation, Paliva would be overwhelmed in a few days, and there would be no family knights, no trained guards, no troops to resist the mages and knights......

No matter how you think about it, you will definitely lose......

He could imagine that the gates of the city were breached in a matter of seconds, and everyone ...... The people who have been working in Paliwa for generations, the "traitors" who have shown their loyalty to themselves, and their own ...... They will all become the souls of the dead under the iron hooves of the Sanctuary, and perhaps in the future Paliva will become a dead city of crosses - all they have done is enough to be crucified ten times. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The only hope now was his adoptive father, Arthur Stanley, the younger brother of the former king, who was far away in the imperial capital, but the uncle of the current king, who had been afflicted by illness for many years and had no interest in the world, had been out of power for a long time and was not threatening, so that he could survive under the iron claws of the new king, and Carter thought that his help was limited.

Originally, the new lord pinned his hopes on Odin Diggs, but the other party didn't seem to care about this, as if he had nothing to do!

Odin sat at his desk every morning, with a white speck of light floating in front of him—a headache-inducing array of symbols and patterns—frowning and thinking, sometimes writing notes on a parchment, like an old-school scholar, completely immersed in scholarship.

Catalasson tried to discuss the current situation with him several times, but he interrupted him.

"Academics, my lord—academics are to be taken seriously!" said Odin, which made Carter wonder if he had made Paliva a sacrifice as a stepping stone to the Empire, and all his previous promises were just demagoguery.

"Don't worry about those little things, come and take a look - I just calculated that the margin of the absorption circle is about 0.01 meters, and the conductive substance, according to the image scale, should be added to the ......"

The young lord said with some indignation, "If you think you can defeat an impending enemy by sitting - I think it would be better to teach people some techniques of assassination and escape. ”

Odin still ignored him—after two hours of immersion in calculations and plots, the dark sorcerer would inevitably walk to the stone path of Paliva.

He walked through the narrow paths—only the road in front of the Place della Signoria, the Sanctuary, and the Inquisition was wide enough to fit two carriages, and the taverns, casinos, and brothels were hidden in the dense alleys, and the merchants of the Deep Valley were daily in flux, and the commoners who moved into the noble residences had nothing to do.

He sat on the base of the toppled plaster statue, the morning sun shining on him, the breeze blowing his white robe, his excessively white skin illuminated by the light, and his black eyes and black hair were softened and warmed—Odin Diggs was more like a living saint than the remnants of the broken walls.

He lifted up the old and weak, the unemployed, and the forced to beg, and distributed bread to them. The people who passed by, both men and women, could not help but look at him a few more times, but they timidly ran away. They remembered the act of burning the statue of the god Osiris by this kind-faced young man.

A few days later, rumors spread, of course, that the mentor of the new lord Carter Larson, a young man named Odin Diggs, was a saint. He taught people and could cure all diseases.

The rumor began with a lame tavern keeper who had fought for the former king, had his leg broken in battle, had been given a glimpse of his estate, and had gone to the city of Paliwa to do business, and had been seen a few days earlier, counting wheat, gin, and tequila, with a cane.

Now, he's walking like a fly - he's been seen jumping over the fence of the Poppy Theater!

The tavern owner was so happy that on the day of his recovery he opened several barrels for the passing guests to drink for free.

He poured down a sip of liquor and slapped his thigh: "I thought I was going to be a three-legged person for the rest of my life......!" They all abandoned me, and the prostitutes and women didn't want to look at me more, and they charged me an extra five copper coins each time......"

"Now if you want me to straddle my horse and fight for Lord Paliva, it's no problem to kill ten or eight *naked* barbarians!Haha, I'm willing to sell this storefront, become his property, and become his servant!"

The bearded man slapped his thighs as if to confirm that it wasn't a dream.

"And I passed by the door of the temple—where the usual prayer was, and the saint named Odin sat on the stairs—and I saw his face, smiling slightly, and his black eyes seemed to suck people in—"

"Ah, don't you have an idea for a young man!" laughed the people around him.

"Bah, so pure, no, pretty, right, holy man," said the old man, after changing a few words in succession, he was satisfied, "how can you joke at will!"

He sat in the sun, beckoning to me, as if the gods had descended on me, and somehow I walked through it. The tavern owner touched his beard and recalled the scene.

"Then he used a silver knife—" The old man held his breath and looked very excited: "He used the knife to cut his fingers—"

"I was shocked! What the hell did he want to do!"

"And then he put the bloody finger to my lips -- like a piece of mutton fat jade!"

The tavern owner shouted excitedly, and his face turned the color of pork liver.

The people around him coaxed: "Ah, I heard that the devil also tempts men!"

"No, no, no," argued the old man, "and then—I felt a drop of flame slip into my tongue—a slippery, but scalding flame, and the veins of my body burned......!

"Ah, you've fallen into the devil's way!" People laughed out loud.

"No!" the bearded boss was in a hurry, slapped his thigh, his voice louder than Lihua, and bared his teeth in pain: "Then, my leg, my leg will be fine......! I just stood up, stood up!"

Someone wanted to laugh, but the tavern owner lifted his leg and slammed it directly on the table in front of him, which split in half, and the mocker's face turned blue, and he couldn't help but believe the words of the old man.

After that night, there were stories of the saint who had healed the blind, made the man with a broken arm grow a new arm, and brought the dying back to life.

More and more people gathered in front of the temple - they no longer bowed down to the god Osiris, but sat around Odin Diggs.

Every morning, the young man in the white robe would distribute the bread in his hand to the people, and then tell them to close their eyes and feel the sun and listen to the sound of the wind and the birds and the earth trembling.

Then there is the treatment of those who are crying and crippling, disabled, and dying.

It was seen that an old man was carried on a stretcher by a weeping relative, and then the white-robed saint slit his wrist and dripped blood into his mouth—and in less than half an hour the man, who could not even detect his breath and was about to step into the grave, sat up.

So people rushed to pray to him and listen to his teachings, but they only heard a few things from the saint.

First, forget the old gods, believe in the source of the world, and reverently feel the power of all things.

Second, faithfully follow the new lord Katralsson.

Sometimes, he taught people to feel miracles - he made people listen to the howling of the wind, followed its trajectory, drew circles on the ground, and then lit a fire in the circles - so that the trembling of the wind changed into the trembling of fire. After countless repetitions of practice, a few people finally let the tongue of fire take off into the air, and they personally felt the wonderful spell brought by a circle and a small cluster of flames.

Thus the people deeply revered this saint, who did not try anything but gave it, and believed that he had endured the suffering of the world with his own flesh and blood—that he was far more real than any god on high.

People gathered around him, proud to have touched the corners of his clothes, and if they were lucky enough to touch his hands or skin, then he would be blessed. A sentence and a half of Odin Diggs's words are regarded as irrefutable insights.

Each house took out images of the god Osiris, carved wooden objects, small prayer runes, and holy verses received from the church, and lit a fire to these piles of objects that had been worshiped in devotion......

So, from early morning until late at night, the city of Paliwa was in a state of ecstasy to break free from its bondage and march into a new world—the old days were soon forgotten, and they regained a new faith, feeling that the divine light was watching over the city, and that wealth, happiness, and power, which had never been extravagantly hoped for were in front of them.

After several days of such peace, when the new lord was almost mad from lack of sleep and food, Odin Diggs asked for an audience.

"To hell with this hypocrite, continue to be his saint and bring the fellow who believes in him into the underworld!" said Carter Larson almost as much as he squeezed out of his throat.

Odin had already overpassed the guards and stood in front of him. The white-robed sorcerer placed a thick stack of handscrolls in front of the young lord, detailing the pattern of the Paliva City circle, marking each line that should be etched, and all the ingredients needed to repaint the Poppy Theater Transpose Circle, the Templar Circle, and the Inquisition Cross Star Circle.

"The wisdom of the ancients is too great - in just a few days I have no way to reconstruct the defenses of the whole city, and can only rely on my meager knowledge to deduce basic repair methods - with these magic circles, and the effective training of the masses, it should not be a big problem to resist the imperial army. ”

Odin smiled and said to the anxious lord.

"Could it be that you have been studying these the other days...... Wait, Imperial Army, isn't it the power of the Sanctuary?" Carter Larsson was uneasy by his suspicions, and unconsciously used honorifics, but Odin's words were far from reassuring him.

Odin smiled and pointed to his head and replied, "If it was the Sanctuary, Archmage Rose's carrier pigeon should have arrived long ago - I believe the Sanctuary will not send troops." ”

Carter was even more shocked, when did that bastard uncle start joining forces with the young man in front of him, and why was he so sure that the Sanctuary would not set foot on Paliva?

"If you think those little birds flying to the imperial capital are useful, do what you think. Odin said as he observed Carter Larsson's spiritual sea—he was shocked to know about his fornication with Arthur Stanley.

In his desperation, the young lord had already paved the way for retreat - he wrote to his adoptive father to provide him and his people with refuge. Odin, however, wanted much more than that.

As he spoke, a white dove fluttered its wings and landed on the lattice, and the glazed tiles colored the bird. It lowered its head and brushed its feathers in front of Odin, looking very tired.

Odin found the letter at the bird's feet, unfolded it gently, and when he saw a line of thin writing, he smiled and said, "It's time." On the day I left, complete everything on the reels. ”

The young lord nervously asked, "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to the city of the deep valley - for the victory of Paliva. Odin replied with a smile.