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Grimm was leading the team to a halt in the wilderness. He turned over and dismounted and shouted to the soldiers, "Be vigilant, I will now cast a spell to ensure our safe return!"

The exchange of hostages went smoothly and did not take place as expected. The followers of the Sebranding Tower exchanged hostages with great credit, so that the portal scrolls they had prepared in advance were not put to use. Now the group is on their way back to the town of Harmonville.

However, he was still uneasy about the followers of Sebranda. He'd heard a lot of rumors about how these cautious guys were treacherous. If you're not careful, you'll be turned back by those crazy people and robbed. Somehow must be found to keep the gold safe!, so he stopped his line and prepared to use the prophecy scroll.

The soldiers scattered out of the sentry, but one by one they sneaked back to spy on the little mage's spell. For ordinary people in remote and poor towns, magic is a very rare thing, and they rarely see it once in their lives!

However, they were disappointed, and there was no major movement except for seeing Grimm chant a few spells, and the words on the scrolls glowed orange and red.

Grimm remained silent, his soul could feel the strange arcane orthodox guò in a special way. Soon, a set of information was transmitted to his mind through the soul: "A detour to the path will ensure a safe journey." ”

He exhaled, it seemed that the believers of the Sebranding Tower would really turn back and rob it.

He sneered in his heart, "I want to beat my mind?" Hahaha. The greatness of the arcane can actually be understood, and the power of prophecy spells is sometimes beyond the reach of even the gods!hahahahaha.

Throwing away the scrolls, which had become waste paper, he got on his horse and ordered: "All set off, and when you reach the fork in the road ahead, turn to the path!"

Harmonville, Reverend Frick's house.

Inside the large room, which was large but lacked cubicles, Fllick whispered prayers to a half-arm-tall statue of the Water Elemental. On both sides of the house are several open windows, and the sunlight shines through the neatly arranged windows, which not only coats the furniture in the room with a layer of bright color, but also makes the water element statue show a round of crystal brilliance, exuding a strong divine atmosphere.

Bob Feth looked at Flich praying intently, and secretly envious in his heart - I hope that one day I can also get the favor of God Elikia and become a priest!Hmm~~ Why don't you go back and talk to Mr. Dong Hezi, and ask him to make a divine blessing for me, so that I can become a messenger of God as soon as possible~~

He was thinking about it when Fllick suddenly turned around and asked, "Bob Firth, do you want to be a druid or a priest?"

Bob Feth was stunned and asked, "Isn't that the same? Just like Teacher Dong Hezi and you, don't they both believe in the god Eliqia and spread the teachings for her?"

Flic smiled kindly and said, "It's different, it's different! And the power of Master Dong Hezi comes from nature itself. And I do have the responsibility to spread the teachings of the god Elikia, but Master Donghezi does not. In fact, he was not a believer in the god Elichia. ”

"What?" Bob Feather was shocked and inexplicable, "Are you saying that Teacher Dong Zhizi does not believe in the god Elichia?

"You don't understand the difference between us. Frik patiently explained: "At that time, he did make a blessing, but he only guided the god Eliqia to visit here, and the reason why I can become a god's priest is ultimately decided by God, and has nothing to do with Master Donghezi." If you become a priest of the god Elichia, then your soul will go to the name of the goddess, and after death the soul will go to the goddess. If you become a druid, then you can believe in other gods as well as ~~ and even not worship any god! ”

"Wait. Bob Faith's mind was still in a mess, and it was the first time he knew the difference between a priest and a druid! He had even mistakenly thought that a druid was a very special kind of priest! But now he realized that the druid was not a messenger of God! He stammered and asked, "That is to say, if I become a priest, I must be a believer in the goddess, and my soul will definitely return to the goddess after death." And if I become a druid, I may not be a believer in the goddess, and after I die, I may go to other kingdoms of God, or maybe ~~ I will be nailed to the wall of the Hidden Ones?!"

"Yes. Flick replied with a stern face.

"That~~ Which god is Master Dong Hezi a follower of?" asked Bob Feth with difficulty, he had always thought that Dong Hezi believed in the water elemental god Elikia.

Flich was silent for a moment before he spoke: "The goddess did not see any light of faith in him, in fact he did not believe in any gods. Of course, broadly speaking, he can barely be regarded as a shallow believer in the goddess. However, he acted according to his own will, and did not refer to the will of the goddess according to our teachings, so his qualifications as believers were really very reluctant. ”

Bob Feather stayed there—the gods were above! It turned out that the teacher was an unbeliever! And I had been studying with an unbeliever for so long! Then the theories he taught were all theories of the unbelievers!

His mind was confused for a long time before he came back to his senses: "What if I choose to be the priest of the goddess?"

Flick's face softened, and he said, "First of all, you can't be a student of Master Donghezi anymore. He is just a mentor to both of us, the one who leads us into the land of faith. But he can't be our teacher, a druid is not qualified to be a priest's teacher. Secondly, you should forget about his theory of the 'five elements' and concentrate on studying the teachings of the goddess Eliqia, and use the methods she taught to see and deal with things. You can no longer judge and act arbitrarily with your own will. ”

She paused, let Bob Firth digest it, and then said, "Finally, you can continue to use the other knowledge and theories that Dong Hezi taught you. However, the goddess also wants to pass on another set of methods for training yourself, as long as you practice carefully, you can make yourself produce some magic-like abilities and even supernatural powers! This is a training method unique to the god of elements, and no other god has it. These things, you can think about them. ”

Bob Feth pondered for a while, and finally said, "There are some things I have to ask the teacher again." ”

Fllick smiled and said, "Yes." But if you're interested in becoming the priest of the Water Yuan God, there's a task for you right now!"

Bob Feather was overjoyed, and immediately stepped forward and asked, "What task?"

"Take my money and go to the city of Lirux, order a small altar of cold iron for the goddess, and bring it back. ”

Bob Faith said with a small face, "No problem, when am I leaving?"

"Tomorrow!" Fllick was very happy, and it seemed that this little guy with potential had decided to become a priest. All that's left is how to calm the unhappiness of the Great Druid.

Nine days later.

The old baron was lying in a chair by the window, enjoying the spring sun and the warm scent of new sprouts. The old butler walked to the door and said with a happy face, "Sir, Grimm is back." They also brought back five large boxes of gold coins! I heard that there were 50,000 gold coins! They are carrying them, so go down and take a look. ”

The old baron's eyes widened, and he tried his best to pretend to be unhappy and said, "This kid who only daydreams all day is not dead?!" When he said that, there was no way to demonstrate the excitement in his tone - 50,000 gold coins, !! money that he couldn't earn in his own life!

He walked out of the little castle with all his weak steps, and saw the soldiers carrying several large wooden boxes from the wagon. The heavy appearance made him smile with his eyebrows.

"Uncle, I'm back!" Grimm suddenly appeared in front of him, and said with great joy and pride, "Look, 50,000 gold coins! I succeeded! The bandits wanted to rob the money again halfway, but with the help of prophecy spells, I knew their plot at once. And made a detour according to the guidance of the spell, so I came back a few days late. Worries you. ”

The old baron tried his best to pretend to be a cold face and teach him a lesson, but he couldn't help but laugh and scolded: "It's all the credit of Master Donghezi to catch that Mukula, and the money is supposed to be his." You're just doing a lot of work to help others. ”

"No, no!" Grimm quickly interjected: "Mukula's bounty is only 30,000 gold coins, and Master Donghezi will deserve 30,000 gold coins at most if he catches him! So I deserve at least 20,000 gold for the rest!"

So saying, he led the old baron to several large wooden boxes, and opened them one by one for him to see.

A row of gold coins sparkled in front of the old baron's eyes, and he was dazzled, and this time he was really dazzled.

The two of them laughed, the eyes of the soldiers around them widened, and all of them were fascinated by the pile of golden brilliance, and they didn't even blink or raise their hands!

Suddenly, there was a soft "bang".

A dark shadow flashed out from under a wooden box!

A dark shadow flashed across the old baron's neck with a cold light.

Blood shot out of his neck, staining the gold coins in front of him red!

Before the crowd could wake up, the shadow shouted, "This is the punishment of the god of the Sebrandt, and there will be more severe punishment waiting for you in the future!"

Everyone stood on the spot! It turns out that there is a hidden compartment under the big box - there is a killer hidden inside!

One of the soldiers came to his senses and shouted, "There are assassins!!"

At the moment of "coaxing", the crowd panicked and shouted: "There is an assassin, someone has assassinated the baron!", "Tell someone to close the city gates! Don't let him escape!", "Alert! The whole city is on alert!"

The old baron clutched his neck and fell to the ground, red blood swirling from between his fingers, turning his clothes a shocking bright red—life was passing rapidly.

The old butler shouted at Grimm, "Save the Baron!"

Grimm, whose head was in a mess, ended his daze, came back to his senses, and hurriedly looked for potions from dozens of pockets on his body.

A potion for moderate injuries was poured over the wound in the old baron's neck. But the wound had not healed completely, and the old baron had passed out with suffocation.

"What to do, what to do?" Grimm cried out helplessly, the mage could cast all kinds of magical arcane arts, but he couldn't heal it, and all he had was this bottle of healing potion.

What a useless waste! The contempt in the old butler's heart was completely displayed in his eyes—how could he be a lord with this stupid and panicked look?

He immediately called a few soldiers to find Palik and Dong Hezi, and there was only a glimmer of hope if two people who were proficient in healing came over.

Palik soon arrived, and with all his might to suppress his excitement, he threw his arms around the old baron and performed a "fatal healing" on him.

The deep, horrible wound on his neck healed rapidly!

The old baron woke up, his face pale and bloodless, even more terrifying than the legendary vampire, but fortunately he was able to pick it up. He gasped for air as he looked at Palik gratefully. After a while, he came back to his senses and asked Grimm, "What about the Assassin?"

"He~~" Grimm was speechless: "He~~ ran away." ”

The old baron was angry for a while: "You, why don't you chase after you?"

Grimm hurriedly defended: "Because I want to save you!"

"It's Palik who saved me!" the old baron panted in anger, "What have you done? Not only did you bring back an Assassin, but you also let him run!

Grimm argued, "That spell is a scroll, and I only have one. I've already used it. ”

The old baron stared at him for a long time, and then a harsh word burst out of his mouth: "Rubbish!"

Palik spoke: "Uncle, don't be angry, the most important thing now is to order someone to close the city gate immediately! First, to prevent the assassins from escaping, and second, to prevent another thief from taking advantage of the chaos outside. Then he ordered the whole town to return to his house at once, and not a single one was allowed to walk in the streets! If the Assassin did not leave the city, it would have been easy to find him out. You go back and rest first, and I'll go after that assassin!"

The old baron's eyes lit up, and this nephew was not only unflustered, but also organized, far better than Grimm! He asked expectantly, "Can it be done?"

Palik smiled and said confidently and proudly, "No problem at all! I can pray to the gods, tell him the direction of his escape, and then chase after him on horseback." I'm sure I'll be able to see you soon with his head on my shoulder!"

The old baron smiled and said, "It's all up to you." "Tell the word that Palik will have full authority over the Assassins, and that all the civilians and soldiers in the town will be at their disposal. Then he did not look down on the pale Grimm, who was sitting on the ground, and was carried back to the little castle by the support of several soldiers.

Lechio's emaciated body sped across the grey rocky wilderness. Originally a wanderer, he joined Mukula's bandit bandits, and after seeing the boundless power of the scourge god Sebranda, he became his follower. Because of his outstanding appearance, he has now received a first-order divine skill from God and has become a part-time junior priest.

Upon learning of Mukula's capture, the High Priest of the ranks ordered him to lurk in a wooden box containing gold coins at the behest of the god Sebranda, waiting for an opportunity to assassinate the high-ranking people of Hamon Well. He was on the road preparing to kill Grimm, but in the wooden box he listened to the soldiers talk about the old baron. So after several days of suffering, he finally succeeded in assassinating the true lord here!

The people in this town are really hillbillies, and they have never seen the market at all. Not only was the box unguarded, but the guards were also sluggish. After they ran out of the city unscathed, they didn't understand what was happening!

With the god of the Celestial Tower on top, he could stay out of their sight in a few minutes, using the skills of the wanderer to lurk out of the place. Then when I go back, maybe God will give me a higher reward. Actually, I don't need much, just be able to fly in the storm like the leader of Mukura. What a flying ability! This is what a martial artist dreams of!

Hurried horses' hooves came from behind him in the distance, and he looked back to see a small black figure, which appeared to be a man in heavy armor carrying a heavy war hammer, riding on a group of black, reflective horses rushing towards him. It's more than twice as fast as a normal horse!

"How can there be such a fast horse!" he exclaimed, and the black shadow in the distance seemed to be "flying" on the ground! In a few breaths, it had rushed to a place less than a thousand feet (300 meters) away from him, and the speed of the four-legged stride was still accelerating, almost like several staggered black shadows vibrating at high speed!

Suddenly he realized that it was not the horse's good, but the "acceleration technique"! Otherwise, the horse's stride speed could not be so weird!

Palik was on a windy horse, and the emaciated Assassin was close at hand, and he wanted nothing more than to laugh.

saved his uncle this time, and the previous unhappiness of the two must have disappeared. If you can catch this guy and go back, the relationship between the two will even be warmer, and as long as you don't over-stimulate your uncle, the road to mission will be much smoother. As soon as the large sum of missionary money promised by Archbishop Neorocco arrives, I will not believe that these poor country ghosts will not penetrate my lord's door. Hahaha.

He laughed and swung his hammer into a whirlwind towards the Assassins!

The horse's hooves thundered behind his head, and the sledgehammer turned into a fierce wind that swept through Lechio.

In a flash of lightning, his figure flashed, and he jumped more than two people high on the side, "flying" out of the bombardment range of the sledgehammer, and landed not far away as a sparrow.

The guy on horseback rushed to the front and hurriedly reined in his horse and returned to Xinjiang.

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