PS. Present today's update, by the way, pull a vote for the "starting point" 515 fan festival, everyone has 8 votes, and the vote will also give the starting point coin, kneel and beg everyone to support and appreciate!

Kuhua asked if it was useful to vote 2 - this must be useful.

Brandy in the black tea said that the first and second volumes feel like two books - I want to apologize to everyone. The book also explained that because I had never applied for a contract at the beginning, there were some psychological fluctuations, and I changed the outline several times. Later, I decided to finish writing even if I didn't sign it, so I made some changes to the plot and deviated from my original train of thought. I apologize to everyone for my lack of firmness.

I have read other messages that have praised and criticized me, and I accept them with an open mind. As I say in my book, there is still a long way to go, and I will persevere. This book is the boss of the novice village, and after the fight, you can get out of the novice village.

Finally, a hundred thousand thanks to all the people who supported this book and my friends! Thank you all for your continued support.

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He wore a gray cloak with a hood that tightly covered his face, leaving only a smooth chin.

The city guard looked at the man and clenched the spear in his hand, "Please lift your hood." ”

The gray-clothed man's lips pursed slightly, and a crystal white hand stretched out from his loose sleeve, lifting his hood, revealing long pale green hair. This man is extremely handsome, with a melon seed face, a slightly pointed chin, willow-like eyebrows, and big and bright eyes. The high bridge of his nose made him look very heroic, and if it weren't for the movement of his Adam's apple back and forth with his swallowing, someone might have thought of him as a woman.

The city guards have never seen such a beautiful man, and the word beautiful is rarely used on men, most of the time it is used to describe women. But at this time, the city defense officer couldn't find any other words to describe this man, so he could only use it beautiful.

The gray-clothed man smiled slightly, and a tender bud suddenly appeared on the tip of his finger, which quickly grew into a branch, and the tender green leaves swayed slightly in the wind. The city guard was stunned for a moment, and immediately showed a flattering smile and stepped aside.

This is an oracle.

In the Hut Divine System, only the Divine Envoy of the God of Growth has such an ability to give birth to all things. The god of growth is a very revered deity, because because of his existence, Huite always reaps a lot of food, keeping the world away from hunger. Together with his oracles, he can be respected from the bottom of the heart.

His name was Cartier, and he had come here to find the man named Rossi and bring his head back.

Once in town, he sat down at a tavern, asked for a drink, placed a gold coin on the bar, and pushed it towards the bartender with his index finger.

The bartender hesitated for a moment, but didn't take it. He has been working here for many years, and naturally knows that sometimes some money is not so easy to get, and if he takes this money without asking the reason, he may not even have a chance to spend it.

Cartier took a sip of the fruit wine, which tasted a little sweet, apparently with the addition of fruit juice and sugar to mask the inferior taste of the alcohol. This practice is very common, and not everyone drinks higher quality wines. "I'm looking for someone whose name is Rosie, who claims to be the walking incarnation of God the Father, who likes to use incendiary stories to trick ordinary people into joining his organization. ”

The bartender breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the rag and wiped the plate in front of him, and the gold coin on it disappeared in an instant, as if it had never existed. He looked left and right and lowered his voice, "Heading west, there's a hotel run by a Yotunian, and the service there's good. ”

Cartier raised his glass and shook it, then turned to leave. The bartender looked at his back and shook his head, this man was not the first to come to him to inquire about Rosie, and certainly not the last.

As the most well-informed local, the bartender sometimes makes cameos as an off-the-beaten-path profession as an intelligence peddler, and he learns that the guy named Rosie and his organization have been in the limelight lately. What kind of Holy Light Church swallowed three cities in one go, shocking the nearby forces, large and small.

Of course, this is not to say that he conquered three cities, but that his organization, which quickly took root in these three cities, recruited a large number of believers, and seemed to be self-contained, and had been out of the realm of the consuls.

The bartender sometimes wonders what kind of thing this guy is promoting, and how can he fool so many people into following his call?

What a strange person.

Cartier walked west as he got out of the bar, all he could think about was what he had seen along the way.

At first, the god asked him to kill Rosie, but he didn't think it was a difficult task, whether this Rosie was a hero or a demigod, he would definitely not be his opponent. In his cognition, Rosie must be the kind of person who is very evil, otherwise the god who has no quarrel with the world will not send down the wrath of thunder. But as he got to know it, he found that this Rosie was very interesting.

What's interesting is the idea he propagandizes, or rather a philosophy of survival. This kind of thinking is positive, not the kind of dark and smelly, teaching people to do good things, not to do bad things, no matter how you look at it, I feel that this guy should not be a bad person. But as he deepened his understanding, he found that the ideas propagated by Rossi were full of an irrepressible aggression, which was not as direct and red as some people's thoughts, and this aggression was very hidden.

When some people are immersed in this thought, they will slowly and imperceptibly, and finally accept this kind of thought in its entirety, and also accept this strong aggression.

Missionary work is the best proof of this. At this time, some people in the Huite class already called the Holy Light Church a cancer of social progress, believing that it was a manifestation of regression. Hundreds of thousands of years ago, people were ignorant and worshiped all powerful beings, and it took hundreds of thousands of years for society to develop to this point, but he once returned these believers to the most primitive form, and worshiped a thing that did not exist.

In fact, Cartier did not know that worship does not necessarily mean faith, and faith is very pure, simple, and complex. Worship is a kind of fear, floods in ancient times, some people believe that the lake god is causing trouble, they worship the lake god, offer sacrifices, and beg the lake god to calm the anger. Is this faith? This is absolutely not faith, faith is a kind of trust that is the purest trust, a kind of affirmation that is the purest kind of affirmation, and a kind of spiritual sustenance and wealth! Believers never simply fear the existence of God the Father, they respect God the Father even more, and believe that God the Father will watch his every move and make his spirit more perfect through the behavior of the doctrine and norms.

The aggressiveness of the Church of Light is manifested in its partisanship, and everything that is considered evil should be eliminated. So what's right and what's wrong? These definitions are entirely up to Rossi or the higher-ups of the Church of Light. The Holy Light Church also promotes natural theocracy, to put it bluntly, as soon as a person is born, God has given him a series of sacred and inviolable rights and interests, and in order to protect his rights and interests, he can raise a butcher's knife and cut down on all people or things that infringe on his rights and interests.

One believer is not terrible, but a group of believers is really terrifying.

The believers of the city of Roma had only received more than half a month of indoctrination before daring to swing their swords at the consuls.

This hasn't happened in tens of thousands of years!

On the emotional side, Cartier was eager to get to know Rossi as a person, and to talk to him about how some of these strange ideas came about. Intellectually, he had to extinguish this kind of thought, which could shake the whole world.

The Jotunian's inn was a striking sight, and Cartier stepped forward as one of them walked out. The two passed by, and the man didn't pay attention to Cartier, with an excited look on his face and babbling in his mouth. But Cartier knew him, and his name was Mira, and he was very capable in Huite.

He pouted and shook his head thoughtfully.

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, it must be better!]