"Good luck, young priest. When Yang Yi jumped out of a carriage carrying goods, a stout farmer with a beard smiled and waved at Yang Yi. He found Yang Yi when he was still two or three miles away, and in line with the warm and kind nature of a farmer, he carried Yang Yi into his carriage and drove him into the town.

"Thank you, sir. May the Light be with you. Yang Yi politely returned the salute and turned around and walked towards the interior of the town.

The town at its feet is called Rist, a border town in the province of Abu Kalovich. As Yang Yi sat on the jolting carriage and drove in, he saw an iron grate-like vault at the entrance to the town, on which was written in a hollow arched banner with iron wisps of iron.

After stepping into Lister, Yang Yi did not rush to find a union to take over the task, but walked along the streets of the town at a moderate speed, combing through the composition of the entire town.

Alda said that the first thing to do when you arrive at a strange place is to explore it and try to know it as well as possible, which is a very important step in your future planning. It was the result of his decades-long career on the run, and this experience helped the temple's most wanted man escape many times.

Yang Yi had almost no experience in this area, but that didn't stop him from listening to the elders' long-term experience. So Yang Yi walked and matched Alda's description of the town, and the enthusiastic nagging farmer's description of Rist, with what he saw.

Rist is not big, and there is a red dirt road that leads to another entrance. On both sides of the dirt road are low-rise bungalows, and occasionally there are buildings that do not exceed three floors at most. Along the way, Yang Yi saw that most of these low-rise houses were shops, taverns, pharmacies, grocery stores, clothing stores, fruit stalls, blacksmith shops, etc., and almost all of the commercial facilities seen in the Middle Sky Chronicle seen in TV shows could be seen.

Probably because of the hot weather, there were very few pedestrians on the streets, and children could hardly see them. I happened to see one or two watchdogs, all of them lying lazily in the shadows under the beams of the house, sticking out their tongues and panting, and only looked up lazily when they saw themselves passing by, with a look of indifference in their eyes more than vigilance.

Yang Yi put his face under his hat and turned the street to step onto another street that ran parallel to the straight passage that connected to the entrance, becoming the second main street in Rister Town. There are fewer commercial shops on this side of the street, and the most conspicuous buildings are a church and a two-storey infirmary, as well as the mayor's residence. The street was cut off at one end under the remnants of the wall, and at the other end it led to the third exit of the town, where a lame man who liked to chew tobacco and who seemed to have a bad temper sat to rent out his horses.

The rest are small winding lanes that connect the dwellings, like tiny capillaries, which, wherever they lead, eventually connect to the main street, weaving the town into a whole.

After walking the entire town twice, and after almost remembering it, Yang Yi walked towards the only union in the town.

In the plane of Alda, the union is a very unique existence. Whoever it is, you can come here and ask for help. It is not only independent in terms of authority, but also has great uniqueness in politics. People in need come here to post tasks, and those who ask for help get paid in various ways. It can be money, it can be goods, and even the slaves and property in the family can be used as payment. In Yang Yi's own words, everything that is valuable in the eyes of those who need it can be used to pay for the task.

Because of this, the trade unions are often next to another functional building: the appraisal office. Functional institutions with intermediary functions and value determination functions. ...,

Pushing the wooden door of the trade union, I saw that the area inside was about 30 square meters, and in the middle stood a wooden shelf similar to a propaganda column, on which the positions were outlined one by one for posting tasks. Yang Yi took a look at it as he entered, and most of the tasks written on it were similar to finding lost cattle, seeking veterinarians, and seeking some kind of herb that was not easy to find. There was no such thing as the kind of task that Arda had told her to keep an eye on.

There are two small windows on the left and right sides of the ground floor of the whole union, making the inside cooler than the outside, but the light is a little dark. A third window opened above the back of the counter, and a ray of sunset light shone in obliquely, and the fine dust floating in the air was clearly visible in the pillar of light.

The counter, facing the door, is lined with chairs on the left and right, and the wooden staircase leading to the second floor is on the right. Behind the counter sat a girl in her twenties, with a clean face, but her hair was dry like straw, and she was sitting lazily crooked, yawning and settling accounts.

Yang Yi walked up, and after hiding his face under the hat, he said softly: "Good day." ”

The girl raised her head, and Yang Yi noticed that there were tiny freckles on her face. The girl replied, "Good day." The ...... looked at Yang Yi's dress, and asked uncertainly, "Mr. Pastor, is there anything I can help you with?"

"May I ask if Mr. Sebastian is here?"

The girl paused for a moment before saying, "He's here." You wait. ”

Then she reached to her left and grabbed a rope and pulled it a few times. Along with her movements, Yang Yi heard the sound of a bell on the second floor.

There was not a man coming down from above, thin and swarthy, with a not very friendly look on his face—or rather a face full of irritability and numbness from the tribulations of life.

"Are you?" the man looked at Yang Yi, trying to see the face under the hood.

Yang Yi stroked his chest with one hand and said, "The old man wants me to greet you on his behalf." Mr. Sebastian, is your father's old injuries almost healed?"

Sebastian's face tightened, and he said, "Come upstairs." ”

Yang Yi nodded and followed him up.

Went upstairs and entered a room door, Yang Yi pointed to a flower written A in the space, and the code that Alda said was this.

Watching the glow that exuded the power of holy light slowly dissipate into the air, Sebastian no longer doubted, took out an iron card from the mezzanine of the drawer and threw it on the table, and said, "My family owes him has been paid off, now, leave! I have nothing to do with you, understand?"

Yang Yi nodded kindly, took away the identity card representing a member of the trade union, and went downstairs.

In the past, it was always easy for the protagonist to blend in with the local society, but in fact it was not that simple. Something like this kind of identity is indispensable everywhere you go, even in ancient China, there were things like customs clearance cards for a long time.

Passing by the mission sign, Yang Yi looked at it again, and there was still no related mission similar to what Alda said. Yang Yi sighed and breathed a sigh of relief, because if there was a mission that Arda had said, it would mean that the misfortune of the town had arrived. He may not be able to get a mission here and not be able to train, but if the town is safe because of this, Yang Yi feels that he would rather run to the next town than know that the town is in the dark.

Well, now it's all there is to live here. Wait for a while, maybe three or five days, maybe seven or eight days, if the town is safe and sound, it is naturally a good thing, and you can rest assured that you can run to the next place.

After making up his mind, Yang Yi found a hotel and rented a room at the cheapest rent.

After dinner, Yang Yi went to the small hotel and ordered a glass of cheap corn wine, frowned and slowly drank this cup of something he didn't like, listening to the gossip of the townspeople. ...,

The residents of the town were not as friendly as the farmers who sent him to the town, and they were wary of Yang Yi, a stranger. Although they had a good time talking at other times, as long as Yang Yi walked by, or when he showed that he cared about the situation, their voices would quickly lower and turn into whispers.

But Yang Yi's hearing is not as sharp as they can imagine, and in what Yang Yi captures, people are mostly talking about trivial matters. In addition, it was more of a concern about the power of some kind of evil force, constantly chasing after the wind and shadows, mentioning that the fog that Yang Yi had been exposed to was spreading all the time, and the scope of the shroud was expanding day by day, and which villages or towns they knew and heard about had been swallowed up, and which people they knew or heard of were missing.

And the tendency of the fog to expand is only a matter of time before it hits the town beneath its feet. Whether to stick to it or leave the country ahead of time was also a topic of close discussion among the people in the tavern.

Listening to their discussion, Yang Yi already felt a hidden uneasy atmosphere permeating the town, like something invisible, eroding the quiet and harmonious atmosphere that the town should have bit by bit.

The town rejects Yang Yi as a stranger, even though he dresses up as a priest who has come out to practice. Yang Yi didn't have any intention of getting close, listened silently, silently digested the news he heard, and went back to the hotel to rest on the cheap wooden bed after a cup of unpleasant corn wine. Although the conditions are very poor, Yang Yi has been used to living a hard life with Zhu Shanhua since he was a child, and he doesn't care.

After two days of this, on the evening of the third day, with Yang Yi's non-human vision, he first saw a wandering phantom light that lasted for nearly four minutes or so appeared on the southern horizon. They are as gorgeous and psychedelic as the Northern Lights, but they are not as peaceful and serene as the Northern Lights, but exude a strange and evil atmosphere. Then, two hours later, the sky over there was a sandstorm-like scene, covering the distant sky. Compared to the previous Wandering Illusion Light, it exuded a tyrannical and ferocious aura.

Yang Yi silently put the missing wine glass on the table, and looked at the sky over there in a daze. Ordinary people can't see what's going on there, but they can see it, and they know what will happen here next, this kind of world is drunk and I wake up alone, which makes people very uncomfortable. Because Alda once said that the phantom light on the horizon is the manifestation of the large-scale magic light stirring up the spatial elemental riot, and the sandstorm is the beginning of the advance of the fog.

The unknown power has arrived, and is heading towards this town! It will devour everything that stands in its way!