The matter of faith is the root of Bretonnia, and the order that exists in Bretonnia does not depend on knights, but on the faith of the goddess of the lake.

Faced with this request, even the Lionheart King Lawn, who was already known as fair and wise, hesitated for a moment.

He groped his chin to answer the words of rejection.

Bayer preemptively added a sentence. "There is no need for aristocratic faith, just for the peasants to worship."

"I just want to spread the concept of Lakcha to the soil of Bretonnia, it doesn't matter if it takes root or dies."

Although King Lawn was still hesitant, if he did not touch the nobility, he could not interfere in any of the politics of Bretonnia, so it was still a deal to consider.

But even so, Lawn the Lionheart said.

"A month, give me a month, and I'll discuss this matter with the lake fairy."

This is not the belief of the main god of mankind, nor the lake god of Bretonnia, and the great Cologne could not believe in a god who does not know the details.

Bair also expected this situation, and if the fairy of the lake judged Kracha to be evil, it would be better for him to abandon him sooner.

Although the power of that magic is amazing, for Bair, the so-called gods are just a tool to unite people's hearts.

Now that he is enlightened and virtuous, the four seas are peaceful, and he is also a hero who exterminates the undead and destroys the greenskins, and he no longer needs Rakcha to stabilize people's hearts.

Bair immediately agreed to the king's request, both for his own safety and for the possibility of spreading the religion of Lakcha in the kingdom.

The matter is finalized, King Lawn is anxious, and he still has a lot of things to attend to.

Baier stopped the king, who had gotten up to go back, and besides Lakcha, he had a heart problem that no one had to share.

Before going to Cologne this time, he took it with him in addition to the statue, and took out the triangular rune that glowed faintly from the small bag.

"King, it's something I got on the battlefield and has amazing secrets..."

Lawn frowned at the sight of the rune.

He spat out three words. "Skaven!"

Bair chewed on the word. "Skaven?"

Lawne sat back down.

He said. "This is the information I got from communicating with the Wood Elves with the Empire, and although they are rarely present in Bretonnia, they are real."

"They resemble beastmen, they may be some kind of mutant human, or mutant rats, and they are huge enough to spread the plague."

"And the technology is strong, and he likes to use the dimensional stone as a fuel for magic and technology."

"In 835 (1813 in the imperial calendar), red chickenpox ravaged Bretonnia, and the Skaven laid siege to Briogne and Quinaris."

Bair had never heard of this race, but since he came into this world, he has encountered a lamp that is not fuel-efficient for every race.

What's more, he had already seen the huge dimensional stone equipment underground, and it was obvious that the wisdom of Skaven's race would not be too low.

Byer asked the question he cared about the most. "They're obsessed with dimension stones?"

King Lawn nodded. "Quite obsessed!"

This sentence dispelled the idea that Baier was ready to show the king the existence of the dimensional stone in his cellar, he did not fully believe in the king, and the huge dimensional stone was a rather terrible wealth even for humans.

Baier put the rune away and bowed to King Lawn.

"Thank you, King, for answering your questions today, and on behalf of the Long Lake Commander, I thank you again for sending troops."

The consciousness of this sentence was clear, and King Lawne also got up and led his soldiers to the stables, ready to leave.

When the sound of horses' hooves faded away, Baier looked at the rune in his hand and walked down quickly, hiding in the cellar again.

He believed that the most dangerous place was the safest, and the ghost thought that he would put the key on the doorknob.

Then Bair went back to the bedroom and locked the bedroom door, thinking that Lakcha could communicate with him, and he should be able to reverse it, so he thought to himself.

[Lakcha, Lakcha, can you hear me?]

Hey, hey, hey, hey! 】

No response...

Old Bair's face flushed, and he thought of the prayer he had designed for Lakcha.

He knelt on one knee with his arm on his chest and said silently.

"The gracious and great Mother Earth, the embodiment of the swamp greenery, the god of the toxins that slays heresy, Lakcha, please appear before your chosen one."

"Excuse me."

The pale green glow flashed, and the phantom of a young girl emerged.

"My God's choice, Byer. Door. Bye, what's the matter? ”

Bayer rolled his eyes, so middle two?

However, at this moment, Lakcha squinted his eyes, and his whole body was smooth and clean, without the slightest sense of evil.

He repeated. "What?"

Bair asked himself, "Why did the world destroy, and what does it mean to be careful of rats?" ”

Lakcha shook his head. "I don't know, I just feel it."

Seeing that he was not clear, Bair described the deal he had just made with King Lawne, not because he trusted Lakcha, but because he wanted to manipulate him.

If he was really afraid of the judgment of the lake fairies, he also needed to consider whether to cut off the belief in him in advance from the inhabitants of the territory.

After listening to the description, Lakcha nodded repeatedly.

"Very well, that's enough, they'll agree."

Baier muttered inwardly, seeing that he was so confident, but he was also much more relieved, after all, breaking with Lakcha would also affect his strength.

"Thank you, Great Mother Earth, for my answer."

Bair immediately sent the guest off, and the phantom of Lakcha also dispersed.

He let out a long sigh, knowing that neither King Lawn nor Lakcha had any reservations about him.

But he still couldn't believe them, because that's how the world felt about Bayer.

Violence, killing, disorder.

The human civilization of the Middle Ages coupled with a large number of strange creatures and threats, it feels like the civilization of this world will never be lonely, and it has been stuck in a terrible.

In other words, Bayer is a little paranoid!

During this time, he will not only join the patrol team to patrol, but also look for various footprints in the forest, and then carefully determine whether the source of the footprints may be some monster similar to Gulmon.

Every day!

Bair fears a recurrence of the Kemmler siege, where someone betrays him and someone calculates himself.

It is already difficult for people to defend against people, and they actually have to guard against death, green skin, big rats, and evil gods.

Destroy, tired.

Byer collapsed on the bed, unloading his lordship baggage, just an ordinary person.

He rolled on the bed for a long time, and his heart could not relax a little.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the bedroom door.

"My lord, I am Sir Flender, Flender. Kazdale. ”

"Is it convenient for me to report the situation now?"

Bair stood up, straightened up, and opened the door, now back to his lordship.

"Say, Sir Flender."

Jazz straightened up his armor and seemed to be hurrying over.

"My lord, the envoy of the Aurora Celestial Empire asks to see you."

Byer's head short-circuited, and his first impression was that there was a small human kingdom, just like the Southern Kingdom, but he soon discovered that the word Aurora seemed to be...

Pinyin?

Chinese?

Byer read it again.

"Aurora?" He used the Chinese directly, although the emperor of this world Chinese very close to English.

Sir Flender's eyes lit up. "My lord, your pronunciation is so standard!"