In his previous life, Vincent certainly couldn't go to sleep in the coffin of the previous lord.

Miss Bone found another decent room and let the lord rest for the night.

The hapless Ninia was still sent to serve the lord, and she was afraid that she would be eaten alive.

Thankfully, the lord had a lot of worries on her mind, and she was tossing and turning during her rest, and she was not asked to sleep.

But it was the terrifying scythe demon who stared at her so hard that she didn't dare to doze all night.

The next day, Vincent woke up refreshed and saw a dark halo under Ninia's eyes.

"Give her some olive oil and honey and massage herself." Vincent said to Miss Bone, "Otherwise, people will think I've done something to her." ”

"Even so, it's her honor." Miss Bone disagreed, "Girls in the countryside dream of meeting the prince." ”

"I'm going to go out." Vincent commanded, "Let her stay and learn the etiquette and rules." ”

"Yes, Your Highness."

Today, there is no other purpose, which is to worship the ruins of the Temple of the Craftsman.

The prince has the protection of the craftsman god, and the reason why he chose the coastal territory is because the temple of the guardian god is in the territory.

Ironically, due to the lack of attention and the lack of believers, the temple was abandoned hundreds of years ago, and few people in the local area knew the location.

So, yesterday Vincent ordered the knowledgeable lichs to sort through the books and documents in the castle and find information related to the craftsman gods.

I have to say that in terms of research, the lich who was originally a magician is really good at it.

The ruins of the Artisan Temple are located to the north of the Silver Dragon Castle, not too far away.

Early in the morning, Vincent rode the pitch-black Nightmare Beast, leading a team of monsters, holes, shadow fiends, and harpies through the city, watching through the peeping crowd through the cracks of the doors and windows.

The castle of the lord and the residential area within the city walls are two worlds entirely.

The towns are large and scattered, crisscrossed by narrow streets, and the setting is unplanned.

There are few pretty buildings on the streets, many are low, narrow two-story buildings, more simple bungalows, and even semi-crypt houses.

As far as the eye can see, there are discolored walls and moss-covered thatched roofs, and the smell of damp mildew and smoke is disgusting.

Dirty potholes on the ground are the norm, there are only a handful of stone pavement, pigs and sheep walk casually, chickens and dogs chase back and forth, and they are pumped by the town guards and run around and bark, leaving feces all over the ground.

There are quite a few shops, but many of them are closed.

Looking at the lively crowd, children are in rags, women are unkempt, old people are skinny, young men are idle, and many people have nothing to do.

The city is doing everything in its power to cry out to the new lord.

Lord Vincent was not disgusted by this, nor did he complain, he just didn't say a word, his face sank like water, and many people saw a look of compassion on his face.

Things have a beginning and an end, and he knows that this is not something that can be changed immediately.

Wherever the team passed, Qiu did not commit any crimes, and the low-level demons did not dare to make a mistake at all under the leadership of the royal clan.

After a short and half-day trek, Vincent finally found the remains of the so-called craftsman god.

Nestled in the wilderness woods, from a distance, the ruins look like a mix of Stonehenge and the Old Summer Palace ruins, and they still take advantage of the shortcomings of both sides.

Because of its age, vines and moss have covered the original marble elements, and half of the collapsed roof remains, and the remaining decent stones have long since been removed.

"The hobbies found a wooden house." The lich leader reported to Vincent, "There are people living inside. ”

"Be polite, bring me in." Vinson said, "I'm going to ask about the situation here." ”

The monsters escorted a scruffyly dressed teenager to the city.

The teenager was a teenager, with a round head and unkempt hair, and he was dressed in an old priestly attire, which was noticeably larger than his body, and he had no shoes on his feet, and he looked like a middle school student who had dropped out of school.

This look made the demons very unbearable, if it was placed in the former school, Vincent would definitely give him priority to evaluate a particularly poor student and receive a stipend.

However, even if this appearance is placed in the city of Silver Dragon Castle, he is not even qualified to be a beggar.

"Good afternoon, child, I am Vincennes von Steyakard, lord of the land." Vincent introduced himself and asked in a concerned tone, "Who are you?" Is it for the temple? Priest...... I didn't say it. ”

Seeing a bunch of demons, the child didn't show much surprise.

"Oh, so you're the lord." The kid barely squeezed out a trace of respect on his face, and then saluted Vincent, "My name is Fez, I'm not a miscellaneous worker, I'm a séance here, our family has been worshipping the craftsman god for generations, and I'm already the eighteenth generation." ”

Séance? Vincent was startled and couldn't help but be in awe of the child.

This can be regarded as not forgetting the original intention.

"I brought food and clothes." Vincent thought for a moment, and instead of accountability, he said to the child, "I think you need to eat something first." ”

"Thank you, sir, the gods bless you."

The boy did not refuse, and he accepted the food that Vincent had intended as a sacrifice, but did not eat it immediately, and appeared very polite.

"The craftsman gave me a dream yesterday that an apostle was coming, and it seemed that it was you. Do you want to sacrifice to the gods? Fez asked weakly, "If you want, I can perform a ceremony for you, and if the gods favor you, they may communicate with you." ”

I see, it seems that the craftsman god is still very concerned about himself.

"Just what I want." Vincent replied happily, "Show your real skills, and if you do a good job, I will rebuild the temple, and let you do the work of the priests." ”

"I don't know anything but séance, and I'm not a good priest," Fez humbly refused, "I just hope this place can be repaired a little better." ”

The monster soldiers stood guard outside, and Vincent, the lich leader, and the Scythe, led by Fez, entered the half-collapsed circular main hall.

The floor inside is cleaner than the outside, and it can be seen that Fez is often cleaning, and the throne of the craftsman god has long been empty, and I don't know if the statue has been destroyed or sold.

Vincent looked up and saw a fresco in the center of the huge dome overhead, probably too high to touch, and it was fairly well preserved.

Even if it was half damaged, Vincent could still make out the figures painted on the mural.

It's actually a fractal geometric composition.

One palm in the center is open, and a novice holding a number of tools grows on the five fingers, one of the novices does not hold a tool, and five hands stretch out from the five fingers, and in addition to the hand holding the tool, another hand grows fingers......

In this way, the whole picture is a sprawling of tools and hands, and even better, the style of the tools seems to be constantly evolving with the times.

This deep and mysterious picture deeply attracted Vincent, so much so that he didn't even notice that the magic circle of the ritual was ready.

"It's wonderful." Vincent exclaimed, "Great ingenuity! ”

"Honorable Lord, the séance magic array is ready." Fez's voice came from beside him, "Please note that the god Kraft does not like meaningless pomp and circumstance, and does not need sacrifices for mortals.

"And how do I please the gods?"

"To access the Divine Sense, you must impress Him with sincerity."

The preferences of ordinary gods are almost known to passers-by, but the love of the craftsman god Krafts is really unpopular knowledge.

"Please tell me what to do." Vincent humbly asked, "The craftsman god is the god I worship the most, and if there is a request, I will do my best to meet it." ”

"Do you have the blessing of the craftsman?" Fez, "If not, it is futile to offer anything." ”

"I'm blessed with this divine power." Vincent proudly replied, "I think from the bottom of my heart it's the best care in the world." ”

"Then, please offer the items you recently made with the Protector to the Craftsman God as an offering."

Despite believing that what he was making would not make it to the table, Vincent decided to be honest.

There were flying harpies, and the model of the "Louis XVI Happy Stage" that Vincennes had just made was quickly retrieved and enshrined on the altar.

A miracle happened, an indescribable light rose in the circle, and Vincent's small production disappeared before the eyes of several people.

At the same time, Vincent's surroundings instantly turned into a void, and he was suspended in space, surrounded by various artifacts that could not be named, some exquisite, some massive, some weird, and some inexplicable.

However, when the hand touched the object, the object disappeared in an instant, leaving only a dissipated light.

Could it be that this is the legendary Divine Domain?

"Whoever gives protection, are you the one who has offered something you have never seen?"

An ethereal voice rang in his ears, and Vincent looked around blankly, but he didn't see any figures.

"Dear God, I praise you, thank you, worship you!" Vincent shouted excitedly, "It is my greatest happiness to be close to you. Check out these sexy masterpieces......"

While there is undoubtedly an element of smuggling in these words, Vincent can ask himself whether his words are absolutely sincere beyond the rhetorical methods of the occasion.

"Needless to say, since you are Yu's apostle, Yu will first give you a score for your work."

As soon as he heard the score, Vincent felt inexplicably flustered.

At this moment, he realized what the mood of the students who handed in their graduation projects in front of him before.

In the irrepressible nervousness, the divine voice of the craftsman finally sounded slowly.

"Except for novelty, everything else is useless, ten!"

"That's 10 out of 10, right?"

Although there was a sense of foreboding in his heart, Vincent still asked cheekily.

"It's a hundred out of 100, pathetic fellow, look what you've done with my guard."

This evaluation did not bode well, and the lord's mind buzzed, and cold sweat flowed.

"Failure is the mother of success, shame can be brave after ......" Vincent was so nervous that he was a little incoherent, "What does this little regret mean?" ”

"It means that the innate protection will be returned."