The midday sun was as hot as a burning dwarven furnace, and the earth steamed under it, making the city as hot as a bakery. The heat flowed and washed away the earth until there was no trace of winter left on it.

There are only two seasons in the Golden Corridor, but luckily the exchange of summer and winter is very regular.

The Quaid had just come out of the icefield and were not used to being soaked in sweat, so the hunter kept nervously wiping his forehead with his sleeve. The well water left behind when he washed his body mixed with beads of sweat, and immediately after being steamed by the heat, it produced a disgusting rancid smell.

Faced with the persecution of the vice-presiding priest of the Wisdom Church, Riga shook her lips with difficulty but did not say anything. His hands, which had been rolled up in the sleeves of his wet linen coat, stopped, and then grasped the hilt of his sword as the Dragoninus watched. The weapon was hanging diagonally from a sword belt, its tail dragging to the ground.

The Legion Commander Ser Snooker Martin stared at the hunters with brown pupils, and then realized through his reaction that the Holy See of Wisdom did not block them for no reason, otherwise the hunters would not have reacted in this way.

The papal infantry had clogged the road from other streets, like the white waves that had rushed ashore during a tsunami. There were at least five hundred of these soldiers with pointed helmets, which was more than half of the standing strength of the Holy See.

"With the God of Wisdom and the Platinum Dragon God above, I am sure that Riga will be honored to serve you. The Dragonus pulled a few of his companions back, and then he saluted to the vice-priest who was lifting his hood.

The hair of the deputy priest of Harusa curled up like a clean, fine wool. He has double eyelids, a high nose, deep-set eye sockets, and a mouth sandwiched between two thin lips, which makes him look a little unsmiling. Moreover, the priest had thin cheeks, and looked as if he had Marta blood from Middle-earth.

The deputy priest stared at the somewhat hesitant Quid with deep eyes, and suddenly recited a spell that caused a powerful oppressive force to roll towards the opposite side. Riga only felt his head dizzy, and then his body appeared in the vast corridor of the starry sky. A dozen yards in front of him, the deputy priest with the scepter was slowly approaching.

"Riga, the warrior of Shirag. I'm sorry to involve you, but that scroll is too important to us. "Fanatics come in with standard and steady steps. "That lowly half-elf has said everything, and I know that the magic scroll has fallen into your hands. ”

"Where is this?" the Quaid were not attracted by the vice-priest's speech, he was still looking at the starry sky, as if wondering why he was here.

"A spiritual passage built with the power of the gods. The deputy priest stood his scepter in the empty sea of stars, grinning with an embarrassed smile. "I use a powerful magic technique to temporarily pull your consciousness into this place to facilitate absolutely covert communication. ”

"Seradil told you everything, and why did he appear in Harusa?" asked Rhagar, shaking his head, feeling the real touch of his beard and fingers. "He should be in Moulton. He was a spy for the Harvest Church. ”

"He did tell us everything, especially the scroll. Because it's about the safety of all churches. The deputy priest replied to the hunter with a solemn face. "The half-elves were also hunted down by the Mordons because of this, and the Harvest Church even sent half a dozen hunters. You know, they're the killing weapons that the church has raised since childhood. ”

"You're lying!" Riga replied to the priest with some dissatisfaction. "I know Seradiel's last name, and he's as resilient as a lone wolf. The half-elves will certainly not reveal this to you, even if they become prisoners of eternal confinement. ”

"Okay. The deputy priest spread his hands and told the truth. He killed three of the hunters, but the half-elves were also seriously injured. On that day, I happened to be on patrol at a church on the border of the city-state, and I was lucky enough to meet them on the way. ”

"The devout followers of the God of Wisdom shot the hunter into a hedgehog and rescued the half-elf. The deputy priest shook the blue-and-white striped clergyman's robes before continuing. "The badly injured lowly Youling was very weak at the time, so I was curious and used 'soul torture' on him. It is a divine technique that acts directly on the soul and is often used by ascetics to strengthen their faith. The unbearable pain of ordinary people made him tell everything, of course, mainly about the magic scroll. The God of Wisdom reigns, and I curse the Arcanists! ”

"So you want that scroll too?" said Quaid's face turned ugly, and he suppressed the anger that welled up in his throat. "You want to get that way to prolong your life?!"

"Of course not. The deputy priest immediately opened his mouth and quickly extinguished the flames. "Mortal life is given by the true God, and all we do is to destroy this spell. Any blasphemous person should have his soul purified at the stake. ”

"I hope what you say is true. Otherwise, by the name of Hirag, I will tear you apart. Riga looked at the deputy priest with a sincere face, and after thinking about it, he chose to believe him. "That scroll of magic has now been brought into the ice field by the patriarch of the Raven tribe. You should feel relaxed, our people don't have the talent to be a mage or an arcanist. ”

His eyes stared at the Quid for a moment, and the Deputy Priest nodded in disbelief. "I believe in you. But watch out for the hunters of the Harvest Church, they won't let you go. The half-elves once told them everything about you. Even before the gladiatorial fight, the merchants of Morton paid off their slave owners to choose a ferocious beast that could tear you apart easily. ”

Riga was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect the priest to be so honest. "Thank you for your help. Finally he muttered with his mouth open. "Swear by Hillage's name, those Mordons will be punished. ”

"Then let's stop this call. The officiant smiled and nodded, and then he leaned the long scepter to his mouth and began to chant a complex incantation.

The hunter had almost relaxed by this time, but the priest suddenly shouted in Harusa, which he did not understand, "Soul shock!"

There was no time to struggle, and Riga only felt a sledgehammer hit his head. The impact made the Quaid man's ears and head ache, and then he hissed in pain and retreated from the soul passage.

The conversation didn't take much time in reality, so when the Rega Spirit, who had been attacked by the priest, returned, the hunter, who was being watched by the Quaids, immediately fell to his knees. His hands clutched his head in pain, his face contorted and twitched. The majestic chest swelled and contracted with the breath, and the violent gasps could be heard even by the farthest church infantry.

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