In October, the autumn wind slowly blew across the lakeside and skimmed the wilderness, bringing a slight coolness to the people of the northern realm of the kingdom after a busy day's work.

Tilal is an ordinary worker in a small town in the northern part of the kingdom, and has been rewarded several times for his outstanding work.

But few people know that this is just an identity to disguise.

Just a few years ago, when the Empire ruled the land, and the glory of the Lord still existed in everyone's hearts, Tilal was a high count, a priest of the Lord on earth, and a bishop of the preparatory church!

It's a pity that this once glorious identity has now become a talisman, and his castle, property, and territory have been swallowed up by those shameful wizards and demonic minions, so that Tilal has to abandon everything he was proud of in the past, and fled from the bustling imperial capital in a hurry, hiding his identity and coming to this desolate northern town.

As for becoming a worker, it is also a helpless move, because now in the whole kingdom, as long as the hands and feet are still sharp, from the seventy-year-old man to the ten-year-old child, no one can not work!

There are even a lot of jobs that people rush to do!

Perhaps he was too maverick to attract the attention of the wizards, so Tyral suppressed his humiliation, reluctance, and resentment, and found a part-time job in a workshop that produced new muskets.

With the outstanding social skills of the aristocracy, coupled with the excellent physical fitness brought about by baptism, he barely mixed up a management position and solved the problems of identity and eating.

But Tilal was not satisfied with this, and did not forget his identity!

The hand that was originally used to hold the sword was used to cut and polish the wood, and he had to work with the stinking poor people every day, which was undoubtedly a shame for Tiral, a former nobleman and clergyman!

Fortunately, Tyral believed that all this was only temporary, so he was able to endure it.

In fact, in the northern part of the kingdom, there are not a few people who have suffered the same thing as him.

After all, the northern realm is desolate and mixed, located on the edge of the kingdom, with a large area inaccessible to people, which is very suitable for hiding, and used to be the garrison of the Church's divine punishment army.

Now that the empire has collapsed and the church has collapsed, it has become the most active place for the church and nobles, and has gathered strength to form a secret organization - the Moon Watchers!

Only former nobles, church personnel, and the most staunch believers in the Moon God are recruited, and there is only one purpose, that is, to wake the Moon God from its slumber and end the end of the apocalypse through sincere prayers!

Yes, it's sleeping!

Due to the rapid collapse of the church system, a large number of bishops and even cardinals died inexplicably, which can be called a strange situation, which caused many remaining clergy to fall into endless panic.

But no one wants to believe that the creator of all things, the moon god with infinite divine power, will fall!

Just before the Holy City conveyed the news that the end was coming, which made the remnants of the nobles and church personnel make up what happened.

It must be because of the moral collapse and lack of faith of the people of the empire that the great lord fell into a deep sleep under disappointment and acquiesced to the coming of the end!

As long as they continue to pray sincerely, one day the Lord will awaken from his endless slumber and cleanse the earth!

When the time comes, they will not only regain their former glory and status, but they will also be able to go one step further and become high cardinals and even kings and emperors!

Tilal is a member of the Moon Gazers, and today is the time for their regular gathering!

In order not to lose face in front of his colleagues, Tilal took off his dirty overalls and deliberately changed into a gorgeous costume bought with a lot of money, which is not conspicuous in today's kingdom.

Because even the dogs on the side of the road may be dressed in colorful clothes, and the grooms and vendors on the side of the road are no worse than the nobles of the past.

In Tiral's view, this is undoubtedly a violation of the order and humility of the world, and it was intended to provoke the wrath of the gods before!

The meeting took place on a farm not far from the town.

When he first became a lord after receiving the title from his dead father, Tilal had visited the fields of the realm, and everything he could see was a stinking and chaotic scene.

Livestock manure, garbage piled up all over the ground, and even urine and unknown stains on the walls, making people almost sick.

And the lowly peasants were stupid and ugly, wielding their hoes on the land, not caring whether the splattered dirt would get on the passers-by......

That scene was forever engraved in Tiral's heart, and he believed more and more in his father's words - the nobles are the great moon gods, who assist the bishops and priests in governing the wisdom of the world!

However, this time he arrived outside the farm, and Tilar saw a different scene, the road was smooth and wide, and the large and neatly divided wheat fields could not be seen at a glance.

Three large, strange-looking alchemy instruments are galloping in the loess, carrying out a new round of autumn planting!

Seeing this, Tilal's heart couldn't help but feel a trace of jealousy, in his opinion, this farm was simply a new kind of territory, and those wizards actually let a lowly farmer manage it......

"These damn wizards......" Tyral cursed to himself, then straightened his clothes and, after some identification, walked into the farmstead.

Tilal was not the latest, but he was not the first, and more than seventy richly dressed nobles were gathering in the farm to talk about the past.

What made Tiral a little embarrassed was that most of the nobles present were wearing the latest and most popular clothes this year, while the ones on their bodies were already old styles from the year before, which looked a little out of place in the crowd.

Straight ahead, the former seventh prince of the empire, North, was surrounded by a group of nobles, talking loudly about how they should mobilize their men to counterattack the magic kingdom after the moon god awakened.

After seeing Tilal walk into the farm, Northon's eyes lit up and he walked over quickly. "You've come just in time, Archcount Tiral, who do you think the Great Lord will make the new master of the Empire?"

"There's no doubt about it, of course it's you, Your Majesty Norson!" Tyral said in a good-natured manner.

Northen laughed and reached out and patted Tilal on the shoulder, promising that when they had made it through the most difficult of times, defeated the wizards, and regained the glory of their former empires, they would give him the title of Grand Duke and a large number of the most fertile realms in return.

Tyral thanked him on his lips, but he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Gathered in this small farm, they were all important ministers of the former empire, but now they have fallen here.

The former adjutant of the Divine Punishment Army blew glass in the workshop, the high-ranking Bishop lurked in the city guard as a squad leader, and the most miserable nobleman was even reduced to a dung picker!

However, according to his own account, it was a sacrifice for the sake of the Great Lord, because the dung picker was the only position that could enter and exit some key areas without verification, and was able to provide a lot of critical information.

It was only here that they felt that their proud identities as aristocrats and clergy were still real!

Tyral sighed and thought, and then soon noticed that the noisy chatter in the farm had suddenly subsided, and hurriedly turned his head to look over, and it was none other than one of the few remaining bishops of the Church, the proposer of the Moon God's Sleeping Statement, Master Saidek!

The nobles and priests present hurriedly saluted respectfully.

The Seventh Prince, Noxon, took a few steps forward and asked eagerly. "Bishop Saidek, I wonder how long it will take for the great Moon God to awaken!"

Sedek stared deeply at Northon, then at the other nobles who were also expecting this answer, and replied calmly. "It has to do with whether our prayers are pious or not......"

The Lord needs to see our repentance and sincerity! But it is clear that some of us are not as strong in our faith as he says! ”

Saidek's words made Tylar and the others change color slightly, and their eyes began to wander to look at the colleagues beside them, hiding a strong color of vigilance in the kind sight.

Three months ago, a minor nobleman who had betrayed his faith revealed to the wizards where they were meeting, causing the Moon Watchers organization to lose many of its men and nearly wipe out its entire army.

This profound lesson also made Tilal and the others vigilant, and the time of the meeting was changed from once a month to irregular arraignments.

Saidek looked at the people present, and after a long time, he changed his voice and said with relief. "However, I believe that the true apostasy of the faith has been expelled from the [Moon Mochier], and the rest are trustworthy ...... of their own."

Then, before Tilal and the others could reply, they spoke again and announced a blockbuster news!

Not long ago, he sensed the signs of the Moon God's awakening!

"Are you sure, Bishop Sedek?" Prince Norson was so excited that he couldn't help himself, and his tone was constantly shaking.

The rest of the nobles and priests stared at Sedek one by one, as if they would rush up and tear him apart if he said a word.

"Of course, I'm pretty sure!" Bishop Saidek said categorically, then raised his hand to prove his words, and a faint light immediately appeared in the palm of his hand.

"Divine art, this is divine art!" A great nobleman looked excited and shouted with a crazy expression.

Although many people recognized that this was just the simplest of magic spells, the Light Technique, the meaning it represented made everyone ecstatic!

"I knew that the great moon god must not have abandoned us!" A pious priest fell to his knees and cried out.

When the Church collapsed and the empire collapsed, the remaining clergy realized that they had lost their ability to perform magic.

This was undoubtedly a very serious blow, and it shook the faith in the hearts of many people, so much so that an extremely terrible speculation arose whether the Great Moon God had fallen!

Some people can't accept the truth and choose to cut themselves off, while others are frantically searching for any evidence of the existence of the Moon God.

For example, the change in the phases of the moon some time ago, and the moon day that lasted unusually for several months, have become proof that the moon god has not fallen, but has fallen into a deep sleep!

This is how the Moon Watchers organization was founded!

It's just that these evidences are very weak in the face of the increasingly 'dark' reality.

Five-year ...... They have waited for five years, and now they are finally seeing the light of day!

This ecstasy lasted for several hours, and the agitated Prince Northam even proposed a grand celebratory ball, as if he had seen the victory in advance!

Bishop Sedek had to speak, pulling the crowd back to reality from the illusory victory. "Although the great moon god has responded a little because of our devout prayers day and night, the end is not over, we have not done enough, and the test of the Lord continues!"

"What else do we need to do to pass the Lord's test?" Tyral hurriedly asked.

"Do what we have to do, and the Lord will judge everything!" Bishop Saidek said plainly, then digressed from the subject, and asked instead what they had done for the Lord during the three months.

Inspired by the imminent revival of the Moon God, the nobles present immediately boasted about how many people they had secretly recruited in a few months, and how much crucial information they had heard.

It is for this reason that they never think that they are working for the evil wizards to make a living, but they endure humiliation and prepare for the great cause of the Empire and the Church's counterattack!

Soon it was Tilar's turn to speak, and he raised his eyebrows and said rather proudly.

"After two years of exploration, I have successfully mastered the techniques of those wizards to make muskets!"

Hearing this, everyone present was immediately in awe.

Bishop Saidek's face also had a look of surprise.

They will never forget that it was this new weapon, called the musket, that defeated the Empire's proud Divine Punishment Cavalry, and even some bishops died humiliated under the siege of the musketeers!

"Very good, very good!" Prince Northumb looked at Tilal with red eyes. "As long as you are willing to contribute blueprints, and when the empire is restored, you will be the king of [Hadratta]!"

The nobles looked at Tilal with envy in their eyes, now it is the Kingdom of Hadrata, but it is the most prosperous region in the entire empire, and even the former imperial capital cannot be compared!

Bishop Saidek also hurriedly made the same promise.

Having received a double promise from the future emperor and the pope, Tilal handed over the blueprints he had painstakingly made, one of the greatest secrets of the wizard's rule, the manufacture of muskets and bullets......

(End of chapter)