"The king doesn't know what he's been through now, it's very different from before," Norton and Victoria walked side by side down the street.

"There are no artists, no marble statues, no patterns on the floor. Now it's full of alchemists and steel" Norton was puzzling, like entering a new city.

As soon as they stepped out of the commercial center, two towering defensive towers stood in front of them, below which was a green chemical moat guarded by a large number of crocodiles, and the three passages on the towers were connected by bridges that could pass side by side through twenty elephants, and the three bridges led to the upper, middle, and lower levels.

The oil-filled road connecting the upper bridge was an industrial area where high-ranking officers of the dynasty were stationed, and from the Norton and Victoria stations, you could see that the outer area was covered with mountains of mottled steel and alchemy.

Black smoke rose from the sky, and black elves, orcs, demon slaves, and ghouls with braids nervously carried out high-intensity forging and handling.

A powerful ghoul overseer may be because the elves' body odor is too fragrant, affecting his only sensory organ, his sense of smell, and constantly viciously spurring the toddler elves who can't do too much physical labor, and are covered in blood and only wearing rags that block their private parts.

Finally, the elves who couldn't hold it anymore collapsed and fell to the ground, the whip was blocked by the demon slaves, and the orcs rushed from afar with a gasping and rough snort, lifting the ghoul and slamming it on the ground viciously to let out a deafening roar at the soldiers in the distance.

A few bullets pierced the orc's body, and the orc fell unwillingly, and before he could close his eyes, several ruffians deliberately ripped off the fig leaf of the orc's girlfriend from the side, and looked at the orc with a hippie smile.

The orc struggled in place, desperately trying to touch the elf one last time, but within a few steps he was impaled by a passing officer.

When the officers walked by, the filthy bird-beaked plague doctors, who surrounded them like vultures, fought for the fresh orc corpses, despite the curiosity of the ruffians.

…

Norton, whose vision was intended, grabbed the shot: "The upper floor is full of blood and oil, is this something we can see without spending money?"

Victoria passed a strawberry snack from a passing merchant's mobile phone: "Isn't this the capital of art?" Now that it's a war fortress, it's better to leave the lower echelons alone, that environment full of potions must be full of Bird's Beak Plague Doctors. ”

It was late at night when they arrived at the residential area in a cheap airship, and the two of them tacitly entered the "oak" tavern at the same time, and used familiar alcohol to dilute the scenes they saw during the day.

It was ten o'clock the next morning when they came out of the "oak", and the two of them, who had not slept all night, drank the gallant wine all night, ignored the disgust around them along the way, and boasted about the violence of the previous night against the Puritans, and it was not long before they came to the door of the church.

Since it is a non-secular church in the royal city, if you want to enter it and hand over to the bishop who manages the knights, you must go through a conservative ritual consisting of three processes: confession, bathing, and changing.

Norton found a crumpled letter through the crack in his armor and handed it to the doorman, who took the letter and looked up at Norton to see that he was a knight, and he had pressed the red Anglican seal on his bare skin.

Rubbing his arms, he reverently entered the poorly decorated confessional.

None of the confessional was reinforced with building stone, and the entire room was painted black, making it as uncomfortable to enter as if it were inside an airtight wooden coffin.

As soon as Norton knelt down on one knee to the idol, an ascetic who blinded himself and gouged out his vocal cords came across from him.

"Can I receive God's blessing from robbery, drunkenness, disobedience, violence against violence, and a man full of fiction and sin?"

The ascetic was expressionless, stretched out his thin hand and touched Norton's face as he took off his helmet, looking at the "redneck" with age spots, but he still had to obey out of his firm faith.

"Confused thugs, as long as they still have faith, can receive God's blessings."

"Thank God."

When the confession was over, the smoke from the burning of a large amount of herbs wafted out of the confessional room, and Norton didn't want to stay longer for a moment, so he resisted the discomfort and adjusted his mood and entered the marble dressing room along the carved passageway.

Facing the idol, he removed his scratched armor, took off his clothes, shaved his hair, and entered the luxurious bath of marble and gold, which symbolized the cleansing of sin.

Victoria, who was stealing chickens and dogs, had been impatiently soaking in it, and when she saw Norton tiptoe in, she said "Hey" and beckoned to her like an animal.

"Who's in your confessional over there?"

"It's an ascetic who picks his throat and pierces his eyes, and the cultists here still retain a lot of traditional rituals, just like a cult, and this is still the same as a thousand years ago." Norton replied with an embarrassed face.

Victoria also had palpitations: "I am a fanatic on my side, and he undresses and cuts his own flesh with a knife in front of me, and he "shares" my sins in this way. ”

The conversation between the two was clearly heard by the superior knight on the side, and he stood up, ignoring the blushing nuns around him, and walked straight to the two "hillbillies".

"How does the place work?" An angry voice interrupted.

Norton was a little nervous, and the Shengneng who came obviously told him that he was a high-ranking knight, and he couldn't prevaricate casually: "In the countryside, there are only two of us who are Anglicans, and occasionally have to preach. ”

"How many devout believers have you gained?"

"They're all... I don't know how to read..."Norton stumbled.

"Trust the two of you for the time being, and do the extra work."

The senior knight changed his words: "How do you think the royal power and the state religion should be distributed within the dynasty?"

Norton was silent: "I don't know much about religion and politics"

"This is not right, the royal capital should be distributed by the church like the holy city, the king can only command the army, and he is not qualified to manage the affairs of the state religion believers in handling government affairs, and the entire dynasty should only have one faith, the state religion."

"We are from the countryside. Not quite sure what to think. ”

The superior knight opened his speech as if he had seen two excellent seedlings...

I don't know how long I listened, but the chattering meeting was not over, and Norton was stared at by the whole bath, and his embarrassed fingers and dishonest toes kept moving.

A female voice paused the superior knight's speech, "Three bloody madmen. The two nuns angrily rebuked the trio, apparently putting Norton and Victoria among some kind of extremists.

The superior knight became annoyed, rushed over and grabbed the nun by the shoulder, disregarding the conservatism of the nun's teachings and arguing with the nun who had never touched the opposite sex and had a blushing neck and a thick neck.

Norton noticed that the atmosphere was improving: "Let's go! This man is more excited than anyone else to talk about power, and he doesn't even care about conservative teachings, and he wants to go to the court for a fight here and there. ”

The two took the opportunity to escape from their boss and enter the courtroom area.

…

The area controlled by the Knights of the State Religion was the largest in the Center of the Dynasty, and it was devoid of any of the formalism common to the State Religion, with a large number of torture instruments piled up in it, and the walls covered in unclean bloodstains, while the floor and pulpit were cleaned clean.

Norton looked at the rows of tortured prisoners with trepidation, and kept praying for the gods' gifts, hoping that he would have good luck in the future.

With great difficulty, he walked to the door of the bishop's office, took a deep breath, and walked in.

…

Inside Oak, Norton meets the witches and dwarves who have been communicating on the train.

"We've all got the letters!" The four of them were overestimated in unison.

Four like-minded people looked at each other, and immediately became old friends who had known each other for many years, without a little prejudice of identity and occupation, and squeezed together on the bar bench.

"I'll take out the latest one now, and that's the key." Norton scratched his head in embarrassment.

The old man who lifted the black envelope with the symbol of the Frankfurt dynasty turned it left and right, and opened it under the nervous gaze of the crowd, and the surface was inlaid with gilded sealing wax.

An ancient picture book that exudes an air of mystery is followed by a rather fancy letter.

"Walk through mountains and rivers, find the ruins of the lost Nezumi Empire, retrieve the disc that belonged to the Frankfurt dynasty a thousand years ago, refuse to execute the punishment for treason, and remember not to tell anyone."

"Your most beloved king, the state pope."

Everyone was silent for a while, and Norton took the lead in mockingly speaking: "What kind of royal riddle is this, I read the beheading or sending it to death, the ruins of the Nezumi Empire?" It's hard to go, and the people who go in to hunt for treasure never come out..."

The witch's black cat seized the opportunity and became humorous: "There are no promotions and salary increases, and there is no army." ”

"Kingship is really not a good thing, it is a life of nine deaths with a seal."

The dwarf frowned, pretending to be relaxed, and took over: "Kingship is not a thing. ”

The witch shuddered and took off her hat, threw it viciously on the table, and grabbed her own demon and put her mouth on it and said something.

The black cat hurriedly floated in a circle and floated to the middle: "The disc can produce huge magical energy, it is a creation of the last thousand years, I don't know what it is"

What stupid knowledge...

To ease the tension, Norton ordered a lot of liquor and drunk the crowd.

…

Early the next morning, Norton was pulled up, and Norton, who was inexplicably defaulted to the captain by the three, decided to evade this responsibility, but the consensus was unsettled, so he had to arrange the work.

"Gear up, let's go!"