In the world of Faeron, in addition to the fallen goddess of time, there are six other true gods, namely the goddess of magic, Misla, the goddess of life, Lerondo, the goddess of nature, Hera, the goddess of the moon, Phoebe, the god of death, Osiris, and the sun god Apollo Ding.

Among these six gods, the most powerful is naturally the goddess of magic, Mithra, she is also the god king recognized by the father god Peter Pan Gu, but the most widely believers are indeed the second strongest sun god Apollo Ding, the reason is very simple, the goddess of magic has a magic net, she doesn't need to preach at all, and naturally countless people will come to give her the power of faith, so she doesn't need to rob the believers.

Second, in the final analysis, the world of Faeron is still a world where agriculture occupies the most important position, and there must be a sun for farming, so most of the commoners with the widest base, and even slaves, are believers in the sun god.

It can also be said that in the entire world of Faerun, no matter which country will have a sun temple, even the Char Empire, which is known as the country of the unbelievers, has a small number of people who believe in the sun god!

The branch of the Sun Temple in the city of Araske, Britain, in the office of the archbishop of the temple, a man in a white robe is playing war chess with himself, the so-called war chess is a kind of chess game that is very popular in the entire world of Ferren, the inventor has long been out of evidence, the general game is that the two armies fight, kill the leader of the enemy, and the game is over.

This man is obviously very devoted, whenever he is on the side, he will think very seriously for a long time before picking up the chess pieces, and the person who can play chess in this room can still be so leisurely, naturally it can only be the archbishop of the Sun Temple, Rantus Farrell.

"When~When~"

"Come in," Lantes didn't look up, still concentrating on playing chess with himself.

"Your Excellency, this is new information. ”

"Put it on the table. ”

"Yes, Lord Bishop!" the messenger apparently knew the strange archbishop well, and knew that he did not like to be disturbed while playing chess, so he respectfully put the information on the table and left!

After a long time, when one side had finally triumphed over the other, the archbishop looked up with some uncertainty, and picked up the information he had received.

Although the information has been sorted out, it is still very fragmentary, most of it is how many years and how many times something happened somewhere, it seems to be of little value, but this archbishop attaches great importance to these, and still patiently reads each one.

"Huh?" When he saw one of the pieces of information, there seemed to be a slight change on his face, which had been unwavering.

"On the night of December 27, 4349, at 840 Residential Complex on 7th Avenue, Third Avenue in Araski City, the person under surveillance, Kyle Beatt, was twenty-four years old. ”

"Intelligence sources, obtained by accident. ”

"Intelligence content, a mysterious male surname said to Kyle Beate not to use this ability in the future, although you may fall back to the mid-level knight temporarily, but I think with your talent, plus the feeling of experiencing a high-level knight, it will not be too difficult to sprint to a high-level knight, understand?"

Kyle replied unequivocally, yes!

"Note: The strength of this man's surname is unknown, but he can know that I am outside the door before I do. Intelligence Importance Level, Important!"

Lantes didn't stop his gaze, still after reading all the remaining information, he clasped his hands together, leaned back on his bench, and the whole person fell into deep thought, obviously thinking about something, suddenly, he smiled, "Twenty-four-year-old high-level knights are really terrible talents, but unfortunately geniuses are generally easy to die."

"Repeat what I said. ”

"You can't use that ability, you can't leak the space ring, you can't spend money indiscriminately!"

"Well," Don Quixote nodded in satisfaction, "if there's no need to do it later, I think we'll not see each other for a while!"

"Where are you going?"

"There's something to be done, goodbye. ”

"Goodbye" Looking at Don Quixote's back, Kyle muttered, she couldn't understand this man more and more, she really cared when she cared about herself, when she was repairing her soul before, only she knew how much it was consumed, but when she left, she was so crisp that she didn't even look back

"The goddess of life said that if you don't understand something, you don't need to waste your life thinking about it, and when the time comes, there will be an answer," after saying this sentence a few times, Kyle turned around and went back to the house and continued to sleep, because she was on vacation today!

"Good night, ma'am, I want a ticket to the steam locomotive to Zeroth. Don Quixote, who had changed his body again, said with a smile, "By the way, I want the last carriage, I'm sorry for you." ”

Under the psychic magic quietly cast by Don Quixote, the girl who sold the ticket did not hesitate, and even forgot to collect the money, of course, Don Quixote was not a person who ate the overlord's meal, and he still took the initiative to pay the money.

"He's so charming," was the only thought in the mind of the ticket-selling girl after Don Quixote was gone.

It was late at night, and this was the last steam locomotive to leave Yaras for the day to reach Zeroth, so it could be regarded as the last train at midnight.

In the world of Ferren, except for merchants and nobles, few people will travel, because of the long time and expensive consumption, so that most of the commoners are discouraged, even if there is a steam locomotive in Britain, so there are not too many people on the steam locomotive at this time, especially the last carriage, counting Don Quixote, there are only seven or eight people, which makes Don Quixote, who was used to squeezing trains in his previous life, seem a little uncomfortable, trains, shouldn't they be crowded?

With the sound of steam gushing, the steam locomotive finally started slowly, the carriage was very quiet, Don Quixote sat there looking at Alsace's notes, the rest of the people were basically resting, and it could be seen that the carriage was basically full of merchants, and the fatigue of running around made them not have the heart to speak, and they tried to rest, and then sold all the goods in the next day, which was what they thought.

But there is one exception, it is a bard, looking in his thirties, very easy-going appearance, it looks like it is easy to attract an audience, the bard's attire is easy to recognize, because they rely on this to eat, if they can't make people see at a glance that they are a bard, then how can they attract listeners, so as to make money?

The bard did not sleep, but took advantage of the free lights in the car to carefully wipe his instrument, which looked like a guitar, but was much smaller, and Don Quixote did not know the name of this instrument, in fact he was also a man with incomplete pentatonic sounds, and although his singing was not unpleasant, it was definitely not good.

As if sensing Don Quixote's gaze, the bard looked up, smiled at Don Quixote, and continued to wipe his instrument.

With the bump of the steam locomotive, Don Quixote's body also shook slightly, and finally, after looking through half of the notes, he snapped the notes and put them in his arms, under his calculations, the steam locomotive of this speed should have left the monitoring range of the Yalasch station at this time!

Thinking of this, Don Quixote slowly raised one of his fingers, and then with his finger as the center, a faint fluctuation floated out to the surroundings, whether it was the bard who was still wiping his musical instruments, or the merchants who were about to sleep and had not yet fallen asleep, they all lay directly on the table and fell asleep, and the range of fluctuations of this spell was not small, even in the previous carriage, many people fell asleep together

"Outside! Outside! The only two intersecting railroad tracks between the city of Arraski and the capital of Zelas were completely dismantled by the mysterious mage last night! A steam locomotive to Arraski derailed halfway through, and there were no casualties!"

In the streets of Zelas, countless newsboys are excitedly shouting slogans, obviously such a powerful news can definitely attract the attention of many people, naturally including the initiator Don Quixote.

"A newspaper. ”

"Yes sir. ”

"How much?"

"Three copper coins a copy. ”

Don Quixote sat down on a random step, and watched his prank with great interest, and the first thing that caught his eye was a huge avatar of the body that appeared on the steam locomotive, "According to Monsieur Vallot, a member of the Harpists' League, the mage first hypnotized everyone after the steam locomotive had traveled some distance, and then passed through the roof of the steam locomotive like a ghost."

"I said that it spread so fast, I didn't expect that the so-called bard would have two more hits," Don Quixote couldn't help laughing a few times, of course, this discovery also sounded the alarm bell for Don Quixote, not all bards are the organization of the Harpists' League, but it is certain that each of the bards in the Harpists' League has some ability, and it seems that he is careless again, and he has not even found out that he is pretending to be unconscious.

"But it's right to think about it, after all, that organization is famous for its disguise! Anyway, if the plan succeeds, I guess that woman named Arthur must be angry!" Don Quixote knows very well that this kind of guy who likes to control everything hates the most is that others disrupt her rhythm, and this kind of anger on her is even more fulfilling than defeating her.

It's true that you're a knight king, I can't beat you, and I can't be angry with you! Tear down a railroad track every day, and let your Britain return to the primitive society in a month, of course, this is just Don Quixote's casual thinking in his mind, he doesn't want to really annoy this knight king!

"Bang!" Arthur Pendrey, as Don Quixote had guessed, slapped the newspaper on the table in some anger after reading it. Merlin on the side was also a little crying and laughing, although the portrait was different, but it was too simple for the mage to change his appearance, and he could make such a childlike counterattack, and only the mage whose thoughts were like imagination was the only one.

"Your Majesty, shall we send some spies to lurk in each car, so that when he reappears, we will know where he is. ”

It was only a short moment before Arthur Pendriy regained his composure, "No need, I don't think he will do it again after he finishes this time!"

"Then is this matter settled?" Although Merlin said this, but in his heart he hoped that it would be over, he knew very well that making a feud with such a genius mage was not a good thing for a country, wasting huge manpower and material resources to catch it in the end, if he couldn't catch it and forming a mortal enemy, if he grew up in the future, it would be a disaster for the country.

"What's the matter, this loach-like bastard!"

"Yes, my king, then leave the rest to your ministers. ”

Arthur Pendry nodded, "I'm going to retreat for a while, and I'll talk about this later, so let this bastard go for the time being, by the way, what about Lia?"

"I rode Simba out, saying I was going camping or something"

"Whew~~" King Arthur took a deep breath, "This girl is getting less and less worry-free......"