PS: Yesterday, I fell asleep on the table in the middle of the codeword, and I slept like this until the next morning, resulting in the second watch not being written.

PS2: There should be a change today (actually yesterday).

Whether it's Eboud or Shafrock, they still need time to think.

Tsavrok has been hit hard since his debut, and he is already a little disheartened at this time, unlike in the original story line, Tsavrok has not tasted a single success, but has already tasted the negative effects and consequences brought by Baal's divinity, so when Aaron proposed a quid pro quo, Saffrock was a little moved, he just hadn't thought about it yet.

As for Eboud......

"It's hard for me to imagine that a Bal Miko would be so obsessed with beauty."

Coming out of prison, Nestia pulled the silver hair in her ears to the back of her head, the dark elf sister's moving black silk boots and long legs swayed back and forth like two jade pillars, the hem of the black coat flicked slightly, the dark elf sister's cold and delicate face seemed to be smiling, she held Aaron's arm tightly, thoughtfully: "I have seen Jahira, that half-elf druid wife, is indeed a beauty, but you can't talk about how stunning you are, I don't understand why a son of Baal doesn't want to kill, doesn't want to indulge in lust, but his mind is full of a wife. ”

"It's an evil thought." Aaron grabbed Nestia and the two of them got out of the dark and damp dungeon together, and on the way out, Aaron gave the Heim guards some money and told them to make the food and living conditions a little better, while discussing the matter with Nestia: "It's an evil idea from Baal. ”

"No, Baal's filthy bloodline only makes his heirs thirsty for murderous poison, how could it make Ebud like this?" Nestia was a little amused: "He's not a son of Shannie or a son of Sahanni." ”

"Huh...... This is thanks to Mr. Grean. Aaron and Nestia described their opinions.

Ebud did not have a thirst for killing, largely because of Glion's good education, the old harpist and the old mage spent more than ten years plus his own death, putting a lock on Ebud, and his existence made the Son of Baal subconsciously avoid killing, which made it difficult for Baal's evil thoughts to influence Eboud through this aspect.

If Tsavrok was frustrated by becoming an "expert on failure" and caused Baal's evil thoughts to be suppressed, then Eboud was suppressed because of Grion.

However, the evil thoughts did not disappear and only manifested themselves in another way, namely the infatuation with Jahira.

"So, you came up with a deal...... You're so kind, giggle~" Nestia said with a smile: "Actually, you don't have to pay anything at all, the Baal divinity is in hand, but are you sure you can control this power?" ”

"Of course, have you ever heard of it? Mysteries lose their meaning in the face of higher mysteries. Aaron walked Nestiana out of the church at Heim.

Both Sadism and Baal are gods in the realm of killing, but when it comes to their understanding of killing, Sadism is not much higher than Baal.

Horrified killing for blood and glory, for climbing the long steps of the god covered with skulls, is the primitive mode of survival of the strong and natural selection.

Kane's killing is for blood and art, the ultimate art in the act of killing.

Then Barr's killing is just killing, and Barr's killing is a pastime and a duty.

The history of the kingdom proves that the same realm can be divided by different understandings of the gods, and there is no doubt that the Sadist has a five-level higher understanding of killing than Baal, in which case Baal's evil thoughts cannot affect Aaron.

But Aaron still needs Baal's divinity to involve himself in the "killing" realm, which is a very important step in the localization of his priesthood, so he proposed a deal, so he needs the cooperation of Baal's gods, take out the divinity, and he gives them the seed of chaos, which is both a compensation and an exchange.

"That's why I'm going to save Workin." Aaron held Nestia's small hand, it was hard to imagine, her hands were stained with blood and killing, she was called the "Shadow Master" by the Eye of Judgment, and Nestia's hands were very soft when she had created a lot of bloody cases, compared to Miss Priest or Princess, Nestia's hands could be described as weak and boneless.

"Because, deal?" Nestia was thoughtful, snuggling up to Aaron in the snow-covered street, feeling the prosperity of Astercara and the flying goose feathers and snowflakes in winter, Nestia always felt that this moment was so wonderful.

She never imagined that she would have such a day.

"When Slaanesh came, he told me, what is chaos?" Aaron smiled and nodded: "If there is a wish, there will be a response, this is chaos." ”

"In response to the wishes of the believers, this priesthood is also necessary for Chaos, and the desire encompasses two priesthoods, one is the dream." Aaron gestured: "There is no such thing as a dream among the human gods, it can be attributed to Bouillé or it can be attributed to Suren, but another realm of desire is to be traded by the Lady of Fortune who is willing to let me dabble." ”

In this case, Waujin had to agree. Nestia nodded again and again, and little stars flashed in the eyes of the dark elf sister: "Suren, Sha'er, now with another Waukin, you are already engaged in trade routes, if you are a hero this time to save the beauty, and with my extraordinary charm, the goddess killer, stinky brother~"

"Let's get Wolkin out first." Aaron shook his head with a wry smile: "Don't open champagne in the middle of the show, otherwise the "World Kingdom" program will often take stock of us in the future." ”

"I'm going too!" Nestiana's eyes gradually sharpened: "If you die, I, the meaning of Nestia-Sarian's life will no longer exist. ”

"Wherever you go, you can't go without my sister Nessia!" Aaron hugged the waist of the Darkspirit Sister: "Let's go, let's go and see about the Mithril nobleman Ferdinand." ”

Ferdinand, the Mithril nobleman, lived in the gem district of the City of Gold, heavily guarded and guarded by masked mages, but Ferdinand was killed in his home.

It is worth mentioning that Ferdinand's death and Eboud and Schafrock's madness coincided with it, so it is no wonder that the Heim Church would link these two events, although there is no evidence that Eboud and Schaflock's confessions were their hands, but they were also involved.

An investigation by the Heim guards later revealed that Ferdinand had died as a result of Baal's killing powers, as evidenced by the Barr emblem on the ground.

Aaron arrived at the scene and sneered after only a few glances.

"Look no further, I know who did it." Count Salian put his arm around the waist of the Duchess of Bode and motioned for us to go downstairs.

"Who is it?" Nestia was still a little stunned.

"It's Renard." Aaron set his eyes on the Burning Heart Knights in the City of Gold Coins, the corners of his mouth hooked, and his gaze playfully: "This guy is in Asterkara, others can't recognize it, and I can't recognize it as a junior brother?" ”

"He killed Ferdinand while Eboud and Tsavrok were going berserk, and if I'm right......" Aaron said here with a sudden pause, "well, let's go and report to Your Excellency the Eye of Judgment." ”

"You're going to report to the Eye of Judgment that Renard did this?" Nestia looked puzzled when she heard this.

After being redeemed, the dark elf sister fixed her camp in the mixed camp, for her, what rules, morals, and laws are not worth mentioning, and the only thing that can make her care is Aaron.

"Nope." Aaron smiled meaningfully, "We report that Ciric's men did it. ”

"As the god of the three crowns of death, the mad god who has the priesthood of Baal, isn't it very reasonable that he did it?" A drop of gray divinity came out of Aaron's fingertips: "Even if He didn't do it, I would have made it His doing." ”

"From today onwards, all the bad things are done by Ciric!"

…………

At the same time, Astcala, the city of gold coins, the golden spire, and the heart of the nation's faith in the goddess of wealth, Wokin.

More like a town in its own right than a building, the Golden Spire stands atop the harbor of the City of Gold Coins, and its somewhat vulgar dome illuminates all the surrounding areas.

Recently, the Walkin pastors gathered at the call of the Holy Coin Lady and the six Shangjin Ladies to hold a gold conference.

In total, more than 1,000 delegates, more than 150 senior priests of Wokin and 6+1 bishops of the highest rank were convened to discuss the matter of the missing Lady of Fortune.

It may be that he has seen too many worlds, or he may have experienced the prosperity of the main city of Gray Eagle and been to the city of imprints, but the bald singer Morgan was not as shocked by the spectacle of the golden spire as the bureaucrats who led the way hoped, and the bald singer was just thinking about the last time he came and this time, what changes had happened to the golden spire.

The influence of the Golden Spire has waned since Wolkin's disappearance, but there are still 12 multiverse-level merchant families who provide huge patronage to the Church of Worgin, and the Holy Coin Lady still has undisputed authority on dozens of trade routes south of Sword Bay.

Morgan's visit was flatly rejected by the waiter, as there was a gold conference going on inside, and the Holy Coin Lady did not have time.

The bald singer smiled and took out a blood-stained gold coin from his bosom for the acolyte to bring in, and then he began to enjoy the time spent waiting in the reception room.

Sure enough, after only a few minutes, without warning, Lady Sacred Coin immediately called the Golden Assembly a temporary adjournment, and she hurried away amid the bewildered eyes of the 1,000 delegates and the 150 Waukin priests.

The young and gentle acolyte crawled into the bald singer's reception room: "Lady Saint Coin wants to see you, now! ”

"Lead the way!"

The little acolyte guided the bald singer into a spacious office, rather than being escorted into the halls of the temple.

A large map of Faeron covers an entire wall, depicting the roads in red and black, as well as the trade routes throughout the map.

Interestingly, several black lines left the port of Astercara and disappeared into the western edge of the map, far away into the sea of Sword Bay.

Routes to the New World...... Morgan glanced at the map, then saluted the big man sitting behind the table covered with scrolls and invoices, "Don't come unharmed, dear Orem?" ”

"Morgan !!"

Ms. "Holy Coin" Olem wore a gold long-sleeved silk shirt, and the satin cloth on the table was rare to be tasteful and stylish in the Wauking priesthood, rather than blindly money culture.

Ms. Olem was already very old, her gray hair had been seriously lost, and she had tied two braids against her Mediterranean thinning hair, and when she saw the visitor, the short and fat old lady took off her gold-rimmed glasses in disbelief: "Morgan! It's you! But...... Didn't I hear you're dead?! ”

"Yes, I did." Morgan took off his top hat and showed his bald head: "Bad news, I'm dead, dead." ”

"Good news, I'm back from hell."

"With news from Waukin, with His last hope, I have come to the Golden Spire, dear Orem."

"This is a hellish rescue worth 100 million!"

Updated, ask for a ticket duck~

(End of chapter)