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When the sun's rays rose again and penetrated the treetops of the Whispering Forest, in front of the adventurers, the forest became sparse, and the trees quietly changed, so that the ground had changed from a lush cyan to gray and yellow, but even if the sunlight shone in between the sparse canopies, dispelling the cold and humidity of the jungle, it could not dispel the haze that shrouded the mercenaries' hearts.

The night before, the team had lost nine cave bears in a sudden battle - most of them from the first round of surprise that had been inflicted by the gnolls as they broke through the defenses, and two had been struck by stray arrows and had died before the priest could heal them. The ruthless death is terrifying, and it also shatters the unfounded self-confidence among the mercenaries that 'following the master will give them a few more chances to save their lives'.

Although this loss is not particularly large relative to the number and strength of the enemy...... However, everyone could feel how hard this battle was a blow to morale - even though the members of this team were veterans who had been in the Whispering Forest for a while, it was the first time for everyone to encounter such a large-scale monster attack-

Cave bears aren't afraid of the legendary ferocious beasts, whether they're hydrauls, snakeskins, swamp monitor lizards, or even the legendary black dragons, they may have the courage to fight. After all, beasts usually only care about the present, and even if humans can't win, as long as they are determined to run, at least most of them can still have a life...... As long as you can run faster than some people, that's enough.

However, this kind of large-scale sapient monster community is something that all hunters are unwilling to face - the community-type monsters are completely an army, and with their inferior numbers and countermeasures, the chances of being able to retreat are too low.

Therefore, the mercenaries had to put double guards around them, because they didn't know if a new enemy would organize such an offensive again—and even then, they had no way to sleep peacefully, after all, the previous attack had come before the vigil had even begun, and when it happened, almost no one felt the slightest difference.

The unknown is always a source of fear. Fear, on the other hand, will breed and spread in people's hearts, and eventually turn into an ugly and huge black shadow.

In fact, if it were a normal day, such an encounter would not cause much of a problem - the mercenaries would have to retreat to Poplar Town, and use wine and food, as well as not beautiful but gentle women, to heal their mental wounds, after all, the gnolls have also brought them a little profit, shabby leather armor and weapons, and the skin of a wolf can be exchanged for a little copper, plus the little harvest on the way, this trip can only be regarded as a bad luck exploration.

Now, however, they must obey the contract, the promise of the gods, not a joke.

Of course, not many people know exactly the punishment rules of each contract, but even the lightest punishment they know is enough to make people shudder - don't think that the gods of the good camp will make you pay less, in fact, there are people who have tried to break the contract of Woking, the goddess of wealth, and as a result, that unlucky guy will not be able to earn another copper plate for the rest of his life, and some people want to deceive Tyr, and since then they have more than ten years of free housing...... Because he was accused of spying on the old woman taking a bath, but no one was willing to testify and defend him.

As for Lansendel...... Maybe he'll make you never see the sun for the rest of your life, and you can only wander around the gutter like a mouse?

"It's not that exaggerated, at most it's just asking you to pay three times the damage. ”

The priest named Jude stroked the string of feathers in his hand that had been gathered with a simple wire, and then handed it to Edward beside him: "Well, this is a quar feather talisman, a small thing used to communicate, each feather can produce a similar effect as a text message, turning into a magic bird and flying into the hand of the person you want to communicate, delivering a message of no more than thirty words. But the distance cannot exceed a few hundred miles. ”

"Sure enough...... The gains outweigh the losses. ”

The young hunter tugged at the corners of his mouth with a bitter arc - if it were in other countries on the continent, this thing might still be able to sell for some price, but in Tuminis, this thing is no different from waste, after all, in this magical country, in all the large cities, operating the teleportation crystal is one of the food and livelihood of those wandering low-level mages.

When mobile phones are full of mobile phones, how many people will choose to send letters?

Collecting the useless loot in his arms, Edward shook his head and squeezed a vertical stripe of thought in the center of his eyebrows.

Since these Quar Feather Talismans can only be used to deliver messages, then, the witch priest who died in his hands yesterday. Who would he contact with it? Was this man a lone ranger? Was there a master behind it, or was it a larger organization? If so, would his accomplices be nearby, and would his death cause more trouble?

Edward stretched his palm.

The fist was clenched and released, but it still could not eliminate the irrepressible slight paralysis of the muscles—the piercing pain was gone, except for a few gaps in the chain mail, a piece of pink tender skin, and the wound on the waist was completely invisible. However, that doesn't mean the effects of last night's battle are gone...... Although divine techniques can heal wounds and even achieve miracles such as repairing the missing limbs, unless it is some high-level divine arts, it basically does not include the recovery of blood. The consequence of the lack of blood is a slight feeling of weakness in the limbs.

As a result, he was given the responsibility of pathfinding and became responsible for guarding, and as a result, he was given the opportunity to talk to several employers...... But at present, it seems that there is no possibility to attract more attention from the female mage.

On the contrary, the priest in front of him was very interested in the conversation with Edward.

"You seem to be very interested in magic. The middle-aged pastor suddenly spoke.

“...... There is some interest. Edward raised an eyebrow, not expecting the other to ask the question—in fact, if it had been from the mage, the hunter might have given some serious answer. But one pastor ...... So he just responded in passing.

But the pastor didn't seem to want to give up.

"Why are you interested?"

“...... In the face of the means to create a miracle, how many people will be indifferent?" Although there were some doubts in his heart, the hunter just smiled.

"If it is only a desire for transcendent power, then why not pray for the gift of the gods? The pastor smiled back, but with infinite devotion in his voice.

Edward was silent,

The gods are generous, and even the strictest of gods are never hesitant to let their followers use their own powers, and the power of divine magic is not inferior to that of arcane arts...... Or for a common man, it is still too much - as long as he dedicates himself wholeheartedly to his beliefs, he no longer needs to fight in the waves of knowledge. When habit becomes natural, the power of divine power will also rise, and there will be no condensation.

Unfortunately, that wasn't what Edward wanted.

When it has nothing to do with it, it can despise, it can mock, it can ignore, but if it really belongs, then how much self can he have?

His gaze shifted slightly, and he saw the holy emblem that the priest hung outside his armor.

It was a gold coat of arms, and this emblem was not the family emblem of any noble family, but it undoubtedly represented greater power and greater power—the emblem of the sun god Lansendel, or not as jewel as the holy knight, and the emblem of the gold emblem that could be used must be the most important in the church.

"I've heard something...... There is information about your qualifications. But if you're just curious about the power of spells, I think I can guide you to become a follower of Ransendel's Majesty, so that you can also have spells, given by God. ”

"Well...... this"

The corners of the boy's mouth twitched slightly, and he was silent for a moment.

Then the smile was even brighter: "Hmm...... I don't seem to be a good person to believe in His Majesty Ransendel...... You see, I'm too lazy, and I'm too casual, and I do whatever I want, and I might do something unpleasant to the gods," or the thin black boy didn't know what he had refused, so the smile remained bright and gentle, but at the end of his words he added an exclamation as if to himself...... I don't really want to be someone else's servant. ”

Foolish untrustworthy......

Not far away, a contemptuous murmur floated from under the gray burqa. Or, the sentiment in it is more like anger.

In the myths of the old ages, the unbelievers are in fact the most ignorant and miserable of all - they do not give any faith, and therefore they are not blessed in any way, and when death comes, they will have no final home, but can only hold on to the abode of death, nailed to that infinitely tall and infinitely long gray wall, and cry out in despair for eternity.

Such a tragic end is even more tragic than that of the sinners who are thrust into the abyss, and although the generosity of the gods is omnipresent, and a single thought before death may free the soul from this shackle, the unbeliever is still regarded as a kind of being that is out of step with the world...... After all, the world is so impermanent, who can guarantee that they can be firm in the idea of salvation in that last moment?

Although it was a soft whisper, there was no special suppression...... The owner of the voice or simply wants his intention to convey it,

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