And just in this dead atmosphere, the two chatted and walked one after another, walking towards the immortal settlement in the mouth of Fodolinck.

After walking through several steep and strange hillsides, a noisy sound suddenly came from a distance not close.

The topography of this mountain is very peculiar, with frequent elevation differences, and the movement of the ground is difficult to understand.

Lan En had spent some time in Yanan, who had the same complex terrain, and he felt that this mountain was really a match for the mountain where Yanan's mountain city was located.

So on such a rugged and strange mountain road, the transmission of sound is also hindered.

Even in this silent environment, those noisy sounds only appear on a few routes that can transmit sound.

Without looking back, Verdolynk raised his hand and motioned for Lane to stop with him.

And Lan En also waved his right hand out of the old knight's sight, signaling the flannel ball and the unicorn that had been following from a distance to pay attention to concealment.

Although the sound from a distance was noisy, there were no panic screams or painful wails, it seemed that there was just a lot of noise caused by the large number of people and vehicles.

Judging by the sound, it looks like a convoy.

"Do you want to hide first?"

Lann softly tilted his head to ask Verdolink.

After all, in the mouth of this old knight, now because of the decline of the flame and the hardships of the world, trust can rarely be born between people.

It's not wise to look at each other on this narrow and rugged mountain road.

But Verdolynk shook his head after a moment's thought.

"Don't be rash, just wait on the side of the road. Now at this time, there can still be a large team in the bureau, how can they have some identity. This is under the city of Lothric, and no one can disobey King Osloes. ”

"If people were just passing by, and we ended up hiding on the side, if we were discovered by the good players in the convoy, then we couldn't tell why."

Verdolynk was a local guide in Len's eyes, so he only raised his guard, but he didn't object.

As the cacophony approached, it was indeed as Verdolynk had estimated.

A large but well-organized convoy gradually drove over.

The leader of the convoy first walked out of the side of a small hill, and then pulled out a long line of people and frames behind him.

The small terrain was not suitable for horseback riding, so everyone was on foot except for a few large carts.

The people who walked fit Ran's initial impression of the world.

They didn't talk much, and their faces also had a kind of natural gloom and calmness.

Just walking silently, there was the sound of the collision between the armor parts, and the sound of the halberd, spear and shoulder armor on the shoulder colliding.

Everyone's voice is not loud, but when they come together, it becomes noisy.

"That's it."

Verdolynk seemed to know the leader, he muttered.

"Archbishop Klimt?"

Lane stood behind Verdolink, leaning against the wall with his hands on his chest.

The cat's eyes squinted, looking through the silver hair scattered from the corners of his forehead at the convoy that had already walked not far away.

The person leading the way was dressed in a very recognizable outfit.

It is similar to what the Christian bishops wear when they perform ceremonies on formal occasions in Ran's homeland.

The dark blue silk robe is so soft that it reflects light and shines.

The various ribbons that hang from the robe are religious decorations. The ornately decorated shawl symbolizes 'under the protection of the gods'.

And the most characteristic is the white tall hat with gold stripes.

The image of the out-and-out clergy is still the one with a high status.

But unlike the ordinary world religions who are powerless and advocate nonviolence, he carries a beautiful double-pronged gun in his arms.

The silver-white spear was sharp, but the intricate openwork carvings on the head of the spear, and the way the gun wielder held it in the crook of his arm, made Lan En unsure whether it was a religious ritual weapon or a combat weapon.

Archbishop Klimt apparently saw the two men on the road as well.

His hand, which was not carrying the spear, lifted it gently and gently, and then he broke away from the group and walked towards the two men on the side of the road.

Two tall, barrel-like knights followed him.

The rest of the people continued to follow the route.

"May the flame guide your path, Verdorink."

The old knight bowed skillfully, and the archbishop skillfully gestured with religious gestures, nodding on his shoulders.

As he spoke, he pulled out a strip of crimson cloth from his wide robe, put it on Verdorink's body, and tied it for him.

Lan En saw these movements in his eyes, and in this world where [Flame] has a special meaning, covering his body with a crimson cloth seems to have the meaning of 'being blessed by flames'.

After a series of actions are completed, it can be regarded as being able to start talking.

"You're still wandering around here. O miserable man. There is no other way to get rid of the curse of immortality than to bring the flames back to life. ”

Archbishop Klimt whispered.

Verdorink's head trembled, but he still didn't speak, as if stubborn and unwilling.

When Lan heard this, he looked at the old knight from behind.

Sure enough, Verdolynk himself was also immortal.

That's why he had those emotions when he was chatting before.

Archbishop Klimt is also of ordinary height, but he is also old, and he has a small gray beard.

This kind of beard, which should have been heroic, looked a little gloomy on his face.

The two knights behind him were about the same size as Lan En, and the top of ordinary people's heads was basically up to their chests.

They wore bucket helmets and heavy armor that looked sturdy.

The plate armor was lined with chain mail and leather armor, and between the plate armor and chain mail was a wide monk's robe, which was used to show their status as a church knight.

It's just that the plate armor tightens the overly dragging chest, abdomen, and torso of the monk's robe, leaving only the big sleeves of the arms hanging out.

Before, Verdolynk had said of Rann that 'I don't know if I was stupid or brave when I saw the lumberjack's figure getting abnormally and still approaching'.

This shows that the size of ordinary people is actually a 'normal standard' in this world, but he didn't say anything when he saw Lan En.

These unusually tall church knights also followed behind the archbishop in a grand manner.

There are still many puzzles that this world has for Lanen, but none of these things seem to be able to be understood in the short term.

Lan En is not in a hurry, he can be very patient as long as he needs to.

"Your Excellency, it's been a long time since I've seen you come out of a dark church."

Elder Verdorink's voice was respectful.

"What is this fanfare for?"

The convoy was still walking along the mountain road beside a few people, and the sound of armor colliding and footsteps was dense.

If it weren't for the humidity here, it is estimated that the dust that would be stepped on would be enough to choke.

"We. . An infamous goddess must be brought back, and she has suffered a misfortune, and now only a secluded church can allow her to recuperate for a while. ”

Climte's lips under his white beard twitched and spoke ominously, while his eyes appeared a slight dodge of the knee.

It's obvious 'halfway through the talk, and stop the questioner'.

And just as they were talking about the gods, one of the most luxurious and dignified frames in the convoy was passing by several people.

Above the frame, a tall female figure sat on her knees in the shadowy black gauze.

(End of chapter)

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