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"Reason helps us to break away from the mundane, and reverence leads believers to blindness. ”

"You are the merciful Lord of the Astral Plane, the embodiment of knowledge and wisdom, the ...... of heaven"

"My lord—"

The shouts interrupted Freric's prayers, much to the displeasure of the legendary mage.

"You should learn to respect, Krel, this is a temple, not your unruly laboratory!"

Mages have always lacked some kind of visceral devotion to the gods, especially at a time when alchemy is rapidly evolving.

Contrary to Mephistopheles' guesses, the Temple of Knowledge was in a more awkward situation than outsiders might have imagined, and anyone who came here for the first time would think of it as a council of mages rather than a temple under a crown.

"Please...... Forgive me for my recklessness, my lord, and I assure you that there will be no next time. ”

Fréric's taunt put Krell in a dilemma, and the young man blushed, and it took him a long time to organize the language.

In fact, the legendary mage, who seemed eager to dedicate himself to the "God of Knowledge", was not as devout as he appeared.

At least, he never prayed on weekdays.

The reason for such a remarkable change is that it is purely for the "God of Knowledge and Teaching" who came down from God, not to be able to receive divine grace, but also not to be liquidated by the gods in the future.

"Tell me, what's going on?"

The unreligious Freric apparently did not really understand the way of the believers and the priests, and after the prayer was disturbed, he did not re-pray, but simply put the canon aside and began to inquire about the cause of the matter.

"There was an old man outside the door, saying that he was going to visit Bishop Simpson. ”

The young man's hollow voice aroused Freric's vigilance, and it felt as if he had been manipulated by someone's mind, but there seemed nothing wrong with the vivid expression of the other man.

"Let him in. ”

A calm voice rang out of Freric's head, making a decision for the mage who was still pondering......

The sunlight shone in through the open door, making the already unhappy Nereno more and more irritable, wavy wrinkles gathered at the center of his eyebrows, and his sharp scrutinizing eyes looked up and down at the comer:

It was an ordinary-looking old man, and the only thing that made people feel extraordinary was those deep eyes that seemed to be pregnant with life.

The old man was thin and thin, with a straight back, and his eyes were full of wisdom and vicissitudes of experience when he looked at Naeleno.

On the back of his neck and face, there were dark red wrinkles, which intertwined like ravines, making his skin look like cracked fields without rain.

The old man wore a brown burqa made of coarse linen, with a rope the thickness of his thumb tied around his waist, and a pair of straw sandals on his feet.

On the left side of his body, three ears of grain were pinned to his waist, swaying his body as if no one was around him in the sunlight.

"Why is His Majesty Rilokaman here?"

Nereno's voice was low and hoarse, like a singer on stage deliberately suppressing his voice.

"Because of the morning light. ”

Rilokaman's answer was as succinct as the appearance of his avatar, and of course, such short words were enough for those who care.

"Dawn, what does that have to do with me!"

The hoarse voice is still there, making it impossible to tell whether he is really confused or deliberately pretending to be stupid.

"We should cooperate. ”

"What if I say no?"

"You won't. ”

"That'...... Be all ears. ”

Although Nereno's tone was frivolous, the expression on his face was quite serious, and he knew the steadiness of Rilokaman, the god who had been a god for the longest time, and never spoke big words.

"The temple you built won't help you much, or you wouldn't have come down rashly. ”

Thinking of Freric's performance just now and what he had seen and heard in the past few days, the regret and bitterness in Nelenor's heart became stronger and stronger.

If he had the chance to do it all over again, he would never be mixed with mages, especially civilian mages, and what he gained was much worse than what he lost.

"I don't think you're here to seek cooperation, but rather to make trouble. ”

Nereno behaved very unceremoniously, as if he would break out at any moment, but only he knew how much of it was true and how much it was false.

"If I had come to make trouble, I wouldn't have chosen this point in time, wouldn't it be better to calculate secretly?"

"Tell me, how do you know that my god has come here, and where did I leak something?"

"I'm afraid you haven't understood the operation of your temple in the past, Your Majesty Nellano. ”

"You're welcome, your temple was also taken by Bishop Simpson, and he used to preside over it, but in the past few days, it has been replaced by a mage, isn't it strange enough?"

"No matter how different it is from other temples, the nature of the Temple of Knowledge will not change, and this is the first time I've heard of a temple where mages preside over temple affairs rather than sacrifices. ”

"So you're openly sending the avatar here?" Nellenor's voice was uninaudible, "Whether or not Simpson can't go out because of my divine descent, you can draw the eyes of the other gods here and force me to cooperate with you?"

"I think you've misunderstood me, Your Majesty Nellano, I'm here with friendliness and anticipation, and there's absolutely no hint of persecution. ”

"You don't need to be angry," Rilokaman explained, "even I can see that your god has come down here, and what other crown is stupid?"

The words of "God of Planting and Growth" made Nereno lose the interest in continuing to perform, and of course he understood the reason of what the other party said, since Rilokaman was able to find himself, it meant that his disguise was not as perfect as he imagined, and it was only a matter of time before he was discovered by the Temple of Dawn.

"How do you want to work together?"

"Support each other and take what you need. ”

"To each his own?" Nellano looked at each other with a meaningful gaze, "Your ambition is not small. ”

"You too," Rilokaman replied with a smile, "If it weren't for that, how could the development of the Temple of Knowledge be constrained everywhere over the years. ”

"Your needs have a clear goal, just get rid of the one who gets in the way, what about mine, I don't think it's that easy to promote to a powerful divine power. ”

"I can win over and persuade the other crowns to let go of the restrictions on the Temple of Knowledge and give you plenty of room to develop. ”

"How many crowns can agree?"

"At least half. ”

"Are you serious?"

Nellano was a little incredulous, he could understand how easy it was for him to choose this path, if the gods could no longer limit his mission, not more, in three to five years, he would be one of the powerful gods.

"Of course, as long as the goddess of harvest falls, you are the 'God of Knowledge'!"