Odin unleashed flames from his palm, and the dark passage instantly brightened, and the face of Paliva's young heir swayed in the firelight—the previous dead air had vanished, and the frowning brow and dark green eyes gave him a thoughtful and determined temperament. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Do everything you want to do - inherit the realm, banish the sanctuary. Odin replied with a smile. He saw doubts quickly pass through Carter's mental sea—a man who was keenly aware of some of the details in the statement, and to put it bluntly—he had doubts about his origins.

So, Odin asked bluntly, "What are you hesitating about?"

"When presenting the spell model, you mentioned the Mentor 'Ursus' - who the hell is he? When telling the story, you said that you traveled through the Shadow Lands - the name does not exist in the Seminary texts, only in some obscure folk tales, and even more outrageous claims - the Shadow Lands are on the other side of the Black Sea. ”

"Finally, you said that your Origin Power is not limited by physical growth, and that your race has the gift of feeling Origin Power - it seems that your race is very different from ordinary people. ”

Even in the midst of intense mood swings, Carter was able to pick up on surprising information, and Odin had to admit that this human mind was much more meticulous than the average person, and that he had traits that could facilitate his own plans - deep emotions but restrained, crazy goals, but extremely calm when he carried them out.

Odin replied, "Ursus, the mentor who raised me, died in an accident, and now his soul is with me—you can't see him, but you can still feel the creation of the soul's power." ”

"I was born in the land of shadows, and my family floated there for some reason - the people of the empire did not dare to cross the oceans, and there were always people on the continent who would cross the oceans. We are inherently different from ordinary races, capable of manipulating the power of the Origin. Across the Black Sea - as depicted in the story, it is the terrible shadow land, full of wild beasts and devils. ”

"We are a sparse race, we have passed down fragments of magic from generation to generation, and we are accustomed to dealing with devils and wild beasts, so we have some extraordinary abilities, and the secular people misunderstand us and call us "dark sorcerers". ”

Odin concealed some truths - even if he told the truth, he would not make anyone believe it. In order to reassure Carter, he added: "After all, it is very difficult to cross the Black Sea, so you can rest assured, I do not belong to any force, and I am the only dark warlock on the Double Moon Continent for the time being." ”

Although this statement is shocking, there is no loophole, but it seems more true. Previously, Carter had made up his mind not to have anything to do with this terrifyingly powerful black-robed man, so he didn't care about the interest groups behind him - now if he wanted to sit in the same boat as the person in front of him, he had to find out the details of the other party.

"What is your true intention? It is impossible for a human being to act without a purpose. Katralson asked.

"Clear the Sanctuary—for it has deceived the world for a long time. Odin replied casually.

"No, you want the power of the Templar. Carter denied it.

Odin looked at the young heir of the realm with a bright smile and did not say anything, which was considered an answer. The fire flickered in the dark passage, and Carter was silent for a while.

"So, what should I do?" the young man asked.

"Take charge of the city of Paliva and make the Apostate your faithful follower. Odin said.

Once upon a time, Carter had heard of the group—a blasphemous assembly of outcasts and aliens, and each year the Inquisition executes a large number of suspected criminals, and its reputation was no better than that of the savages who eat human flesh.

He frowned, and finally replied, "Okay." ”

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The outer part of the city wall stretched for about ten miles, and was originally the residence of some freemen or vagrants.

People live in thatched huts or stone huts, reclaim a wasteland in the spring, grow potatoes or corn, and turn into hunters in hot weather, go into the woods along streams and bushes, hunt wild boars, badgers, pheasants, enter the city-state at worship and festivals, and pray in front of the church.

In the past month, the city of Pariva has been in turmoil one after another, the vassals' estates are empty, occupied by some freemen, and there are more and more traces of foreigners.

Odin knocked on the door of an ordinary stone house, a peasant who handed over one-eighth of the year's harvest to the church and one-fifteenth to the city-state, barely fed, and never stole and looted.

The door was opened by a gray-haired old man with a typical southerner appearance - a slightly high forehead, a well-defined silhouette, light brown eyes, and a gloomy expression.

When he saw a stranger, the old man immediately closed the door. The fast-closing wooden door even shook the dust off the roof and landed on Odin's black robes.

"Now there is no ruler over you, and the bold go and plunder the riches of the rich vassals, sleep on the beds of the nobles, smash their plaster statues and fountains, and hide the marble. ”

Odin knocked on the door again, raised his voice and said, "The faint-hearted no longer dare to approach the city-state, so lock the door tightly, put away all the farm tools, and some even pack their bags and migrate to the deep valley city. ”

"But your harpoon is in the yard, still stained with water, with fresh dirt on your hoe, and freshly wrapped with strips of cloth from your hunting bow—you are a brave and faithful citizen. I want to ask who you are loyal to after the fall of the Larsons and the evacuation of the Sanctuary......"

No one in the room answered. So Odin simply found a flat grass and lay down until the sun went down and the moon rose, and then until the morning mist wet his whole body, and sparrows and robins swept over his head.

The wooden door finally opened, and the old man, without looking at the man lying on the ground, lifted his hunting bow and walked into the jungle.

But no matter how fast the old hunter ran, the black-robed man still followed leisurely.

In the evening, the old man carried back a badger and a few partridges. He skinned the badger and gutted it, hung it on the stove, prepared the winter stock, and roasted the partridge on the fire—but he did not mean to give a bite to the stranger.

It wasn't until the third day that the old man finally said his first words to the ghostly black-robed man: "Who are you?"

"Archmage Rose should have introduced you to me. Odin patted the grass clippings on his sleeve, and his black robe looked a little untidy after days of eating and sleeping in the open.

Then the old man fell silent again. After a few hours, the old man realized that silence did not solve the problem, so he pointed his harpoon at the black-robed man's chest.

However, the old man found that the other party was not afraid, and a pair of black eyes shone like glass in the dark night.

"Ah, you should be thinking that if I were a member of the Sanctuary, the free people of the surrounding few grids would be wiped out, and if I were the king's man, what would I do but arrest you mountain farmers?"

"You should judge this way—since I know who you are, and I have no ill will towards you, then at least you should have a common interest—that you are the maternal grandfather of the Archmage, the head of the Wanda family, the patriarch of the Maipu clan, and the elder of the "Apostate", and now the prophesied two appear in the city of Pariva at the same time, and you are indifferent. ”

In the night wind, Odin easily revealed the identity of the old man who had been hidden for decades. The old man didn't seem to react strongly, but took two steps back and sat down against a stake, his brown eyes, the same as those of the archmage, even more gloomy by the fire.

The wind grew stronger and stronger in the field, and the chirping of wild beasts and night birds echoed all around, and there was a faint sound of snakes and rats passing through the grass.

The earth around Odin rustled, and in a short time a huge shadow rose from the ground, obscuring the light of the twin moons.

The black-robed man turned back to find that the ground behind him had sunk into a large pit, and a humanoid mound of earth that was three people tall and constantly dropping mud blocks was towering.

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