"What's wrong? I'm worried that I won't be able to complete the mission, but I don't know much about the current situation, but I realize that the current era doesn't seem to be exactly the same as it was planned. ”

The people in the room looked at Damian's suddenly confused expression, but did not show anger or suspicion, but clapped their hands and motioned for the other party to sit down on the bed next to him, that is, Damian's current residence.

"Yes, the night gods of this age are very different from the ones we have seen before, he is a little too lazy or rather, too friendly, and his followers have grown to a scale beyond those of the past."

Damian obediently sat down beside the familiar being, who was dressed simply, in a simple cloth outfit, the only thing that made a more impressive impression was the hooded cape he was wearing.

The face hidden under the hood was revealed after the other party pulled the hat down, and he couldn't tell what the characteristics of the face were, with white hair, and he looked very young.

"Tell me about it, maybe I can give you some advice or something."

The other party showed a gentle smile, patted Damian on the shoulder, and motioned for the other party to talk about the Night Lady and the Night Church, and Damian's two companions also silently found a place to sit down, quietly watching Damian communicate with each other.

Damian sorted out what he knew, telling the current state of the Night Church, as well as the "prayer network" and "Midnight Library" that the Night Lady had created with her own strength.

"Oh? It's hard to understand whether or not the gods can accomplish these things with their powers, but no, how can there be gods who can accomplish such things so consistently, even though they can do what we have not been able to do before. ”

The white-haired young man raised an eyebrow, amazed at what Damian had told about the Night Lady and the Night Church.

Obviously, it was not the huge organization of the Nightfall Church that was surprised, but how the Night Gods that the members of the Nightfall Church believed in could accomplish all these things that they had not been able to accomplish.

"The gods give these powers to the believers, the communication of a wide area, the transmission of knowledge, and even the ability to resist spiritual pollution more powerful than other gods, this church has not developed to this point in a very short period of time, but it is not normal."

Shaking his head, the white-haired young man took it for granted the development of the Night Church, and at this moment, Damian seemed to think of something, took out a copy of the Night Sacred Book from the cabinet next to his bed, and handed it to the other party.

"By the way, you should take a look at this thing."

"Oh? This is the canon of this church, and it seems that there are some things worth caring about. ”

The other party took the night tome in Damien's hand, opened it casually and flipped through it quickly, and after a cursory glance, he would immediately turn to the next page.

The book seemed to attract the interest of the other party, and when they got to the back, they heard the sound of the pages "brushing" together, and then the pages were completely closed and returned to Mian's hands after a crisp "pop".

"Really, I'm a little surprised, do you want to live your own life before talking about faith, this attitude towards gods is really a bit disrespectful compared to other gods, this concept coincides with what we know, and the things we have been pursuing are also somewhat overlapping."

The white-haired young man tapped his chin with his hand, a thoughtful look on his face, and muttered to himself.

"Yes, the Night Church and the Night God in this era are very special, so special that they are completely different from the night gods in the past, maybe you can try to believe in this Night God, the power he gives to the believers is amazing......"

Damian sensed the other's interest, and recalling how he felt when he used the power of the Prayer Network, the Midnight Library, and the rest of the Night Ladies gave him, and spoke his mind out.

"Haha, you're right, actually I want to feel the wonder of these things that we haven't done, but unfortunately, I know more than you know, and sometimes, when you know something, you lose that qualification, it's a pity, I can't believe in gods."

With a little helplessness on his face, the white-haired young man smiled wryly and tapped his head, indicating that he also wanted to try it as Damian said, but he couldn't.

"So, do you need to change your plan?"

Damian actually couldn't quite understand what the other party meant, but the white-haired young man knew more secrets than Damian was an established fact, and he couldn't believe in gods, and the side effects of knowing this knowledge were a little strange, but not difficult to accept.

"It's time to change ......"

The white-haired young man took Damian's inquiry and nodded affirmatively, confirming that the original plan needed some changes.

"Do your will."

Damian bowed and expressed his obedience, but after confirming that the plan would change, a slight joy appeared in his heart.

"It doesn't have to be this way, the plan I said is what I want to do in the future, you can just do what you should do, this book of the night is quite interesting, without this book, the night church would not have expanded so quickly."

"And what the archbishop said is really interesting, the peculiarity of this church is largely due to this, and it is very likely that this special god of the night has changed because of it, and I will have to take some time to meet the archbishop of this church for a while."

"As for you, Damian, don't worry, this canon makes the night gods of this age and the other party's churches more special, but this form of faith also makes this god extremely "loose" and more fragile than any other deity. ”

However, what the white-haired young man said next denied what Dami had envisioned, and his mission did not change, except that the other party was interested in the archbishop of the Night Church.

"Take this dagger and poke it out at the right time, because I can't believe, so I can't do this, and I have to rely on you, as a member of the Lightless Mystic Order, the things in this dagger are enough to make the night gods of this era become the existence they once were."

The white-haired young man picked up the dagger that Damian had placed on the table, and then drew it on Damien's right arm, and the breath of the void penetrated into the skin and bones of the other party with the surge of magical power, and a black tattoo with the shape of the dagger appeared on it, and the dagger was gone.

"So that you won't lose it, okay, I'll leave the rest to you, don't let me, ah no, it's us and you who are disappointed, if you want to build that ideal country, it's best not to fail in every link."

The other party touched the tattoo on Damian's right arm twice, the dagger had been integrated into it, and Damien could let this dagger appear in his hand at any time as long as he wanted.

"Goodbye, then, I'll let you know when that time comes!"

In a brisk tone, the white-haired young man flicked his cloak, and in an instant, his figure began to collapse into the hood, shrinking into a small dot in the air and then disappearing after a very short delay, and in the process, there were hardly any spatial fluctuations.

"Is the kingdom we want ......?"

Stroking the tattoo on his right arm, Damian muttered to himself, he didn't understand what he was thinking at the moment, as if he was struggling with something he couldn't understand.

"Brush ......"

"Eat first, it's going to be cold."

The sound of a lunch box scratching across the table, and a reminder from one of his two companions, brought Damian back to his senses.

"Also, eat first, what to eat today."

When I opened the lunch box, there were two slices of toast that were just hot, grilled meat with fat and oil, and vegetables between the meat and bread to relieve greasy and improve the taste.

"Click."

When you pick up a sandwich-like food and put it in your mouth, the deliciousness of the meat and the burnt aroma of the bread mix, and the fatness of the melted fat is just neutralized by the crisp vegetables, which is not so rich, but it is already impeccable.

"It's still the same delicious......"

……

"I'll go, it's delicious, Avia's craft is what I learned from you, don't tell her I said that, your craft of baking desserts is better than Avia's."

Spell Bound Wizard Tower, in the small garden next to the tower, Wang Yu sat at a wooden table in the garden, the table was full of plates, most of which had been emptied, and the small half still had some desserts and dishes, but at the moment it was also being solved by Wang Yu at high speed.

On the opposite side of the wooden table, sat Avia's mother, Mila Vein, who was now smiling gently at Wang Yu eating her food, praising Mira's craftsmanship as she ate.

Wang Yu's praise is completely sincere, Avia's cooking skills can be said to be in the same vein, and the craftsmanship of both mother and daughter is first-class.

In contrast, Avia's mother's craftsmanship is better, especially the desserts made by the other party, even Wang Yu, who is not particularly sweet guy, can understand what happiness is after eating a bite.

"If you like to eat, I heard that there is something wrong with Arestler, why don't you go and take a look, if you are here, your companions should be a lot easier."

Wang Yu's gobbling up food posture always makes the viewer feel that the appetite is aroused, and for a chef, this is not wasteful at all, and at the same time, it is obvious that he sincerely praises the non-stop diners, which can also be called perfect.

Mila was naturally very happy about this, Wang Yu didn't eat the things on the table, and put a lot of desserts on the table, which was left by the other party for the girl.

And, who would have thought that this guy who eats casually, keeps admiring the deliciousness, and has a satisfied face is an unfathomable existence whose strength is also unfathomable among legends, the heart and temperament of the legendary powerhouse, to be honest, Mira can't feel it at all.

"Haha, you can't rely on me for everything, just trust them, Night Church, Alestale, it's definitely not that you can't turn around without me, I'm at most an additive, these things must be fine if they want to deal with them, if they have time, they will accompany you more, look, isn't this an unexpected gain."

Wang Yu replied with a smile, patted his stomach with his hand, he was very satisfied, the truth is this, his current strength, if he stays in Alestaler or the Night Church, there will be some trouble, it can't be considered trouble.

But Edward and Charles are very measured, and Wang Yu will definitely not come to him for help if he doesn't bother, and as for the Night Church, he himself is a hands-off shopkeeper.

"Avia, you won't be pulled by Lilia to help with alchemy, it's better to eat these you keep while they're hot."

Shaking her head slightly, she looked around, she didn't see the girl, Mila said casually, for Wang Yu, she is so satisfied that she can't be more satisfied, but sometimes she will be curious about Wang Yu's identity, about the other party's parents, he seems to have never mentioned it, and he has never met, is there any suspicion......?

"Mom, I'm here, Aunt Lilia didn't ask me to help, because Wang Yu disposed of all the alchemy materials in the tower, so Aunt Lilia was captured by the tower master."

The space fluctuated slightly, and the girl suddenly appeared from behind Mira, wrapped her arms around her mother's neck, and then answered as she picked up a small cake from the table and put it in her mouth to chew it, revealing a happy smile.

"It's delicious...... Well, Wang Yu, my craftsmanship is not as good as my mother, right? ”

Sighing at the deliciousness of her mother's desserts, the conversation suddenly changed, and Avia squinted her eyes and asked Wang Yu opposite.

"Well, how do you know?"

Scratching his head, Wang Yu was a little embarrassed.

"Uh-huh!"

Pointing to her right eyebrow with a slight smugness, the girl responded.

"Well, I surrender!"

Wang Yu raised his hands and said that he would admit defeat, okay, perfect fractal lens.

Watching Wang Yu and her daughter's fight, Mira pursed her lips and chuckled, as a mother, she felt very happy, but she remembered that this time Wang Yu and Avia came to the Spellbinding Wizard Tower in addition to being free to accompany her, what else did they have to prepare?