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"Are you really going?"

Asari spoke, her indifferent voice was light, but when Edward smiled absently and was about to respond, he was immediately grabbed by the magic power - the female mage's pale palm stretched out of the sleeve of her robe, and with a slight press of her slender fingers, the metallic magic giant hand appeared out of thin air, pinching him in it and pulling him in front of her. The female mage raised her eyebrows and glared at the hateful smiling face, and her brown eyes were clouded with a deep shadow......

The force field palm named Bigbay is as high as seven rings, and the strength is so strong that his bone joints have been rattling for a while, so the psychic warlock had to smile and speak, as if the difficulties in front of him are just passing away: "Don't worry, I'm not going now, and there is no danger." ”

But this kind of perfunctory obviously can't impress Yasari.

In the civilization of the whole world, although there are a few people who are enemies of the gods, there are also many lichs in history, ancient grand arcanists, and some villains with outstanding abilities, each of which has once been dominant. But what happened to them? Most of them could not escape permanent destruction, and a few of them ended up just surviving in the dust of history, although the staff called the royal power had the power to slaughter the gods, but thousands of years later, the world was not ruled by the gods?

Just when he hesitated for a moment, the man was already out of the control-I don't know how he moved, the force field giant hand named Bigbai had exploded into nothingness, allowing him to land lightly beside the female mage, reaching out to hold the slender waist and holding her in his arms! The female mage's body couldn't help but stiffen, but the man took the opportunity to bow his head and speak softly in her ear. "Don't worry, there are still many things I haven't done to you, teacher, and I won't go to death lightly. ”

The slight voice was still in her ears, and a soft snap made the female mage's body tremble, and a slight itching and pain on the hip peak diffused. It's not heavy, but the obscenity implied in it makes the female mage feel all the blood surging on her cheeks. The man disappeared behind the door of light with a burst of laughter.

She gritted her teeth and stared at the figure disappearing into the door of light, her mind cluttered with gains and losses.

"You...... Don't seem to be happy?" a cold voice in his ear interrupted his thoughts. The female mage turned her head sharply, stared at the tall and toned woman, and then couldn't help but be amazed by the heroic and delicate artistic face like a sculpture. Immediately, the other party's ruby pure eyes made her stunned again—in the middle of the bright red flame, there was a pair of pupils as slender as needles. The moment they looked at each other, the female mage felt a cold shiver, as if facing a ferocious beast, more fierce and ferocious than the winter wolf, more fierce than the tiger, and more fierce than the bipedal wyvern.

Until a moment later. She seemed to finally remember to answer the other person's question, "I...... Why should I be happy?"

"Because, master, doesn't he attach great importance to you?" The female knight lowered her head slightly, as if she wanted to see the tension in the shadow of the other party's hood, but quickly gave up: "Obviously, you didn't help him, and you made up your mind to pay for him." Such a mentality will only become a burden to him. She said this, and turned away, leaving Asari alone, frozen in the darkness.

"A determination to pay for him...... "She whispered. A low voice echoed slowly in the empty hall, as if it had penetrated the thick stratum and reached the transparent winter sky.

......

"We are determined to give a sacrifice to Him, and I praise Him for being a God of righteousness. He judges the world with righteousness, and with Him on our left hand side we will be filled with courage and strength, and with Him on our Right Hand, we will not be lost. With him by our side, justice and splendor will come upon us......"

Lin Na hummed a simple tune softly, letting her body sway slightly with the bumps of the carriage, even though the sound was so simple, it still made the sixteen-year-old girl feel very happy.

Linna is a priest who believes in the god of justice, Tyr, and although she is only sixteen years old, she is already a full-fledged priest rather than a probationary priest of His Majesty Tyr. This may be due to her parents, who placed her at the door of the Temple of Tyre shortly after she was born, allowing her to grow up in the temple and bask in the light of the God of Justice, so that she has a more religious attitude than most of her companions, and is more likely to receive the attention and blessings of the gods.

The life of a priest is always simple and dreary, and praying, praising and copying doctrinal books are the most mundane and unpleasant activities, but in any case, for a young girl, there is always something to be found in life, such as this sunny winter day, such as this occasional trip, and this simple song that can only be enjoyed by herself.

But in fact, this practice of putting the prayer to a tune is not promoted by the temple of the God of Justice, and even in the eyes of some old priests, this is simply blasphemous, if they hear Linna's current song, the little priest will suffer again, even if she is not deprived of the title of official priest she has just received, the punishment of being punished for cleaning the toilet for several months will definitely come to her.

Of course, now the sound of the rattling wheels drowned out the girl's softness, and the old men of the main priest, auxiliary priest or quasi-priest had already left first, and even Lin Na's teacher was riding forward in front of the convoy - this is also the reason why Lin Na chose this big car, although it shook a little and broke a little, but at least no one would disturb Lin Na to offer praise and loyalty to His Majesty the God of Justice in her own way.

The little girl paused, and sighed into her hands, and the faint white mist rose upward, as if merging into a cloud in the blue sky, so Lin Na looked up until the mushroom-like cloud slowly stretched into the shape of a horse's head, and then withdrew her gaze.

It's been half a day since Resttrick was out of town, but judging by the snow-covered farmland around the road, the journey would take at least half a day...... Where exactly she was going, Lin Na didn't know. Because when I came out in the morning, the teacher's face was very strict—more than ten years of experience following the teacher told me that it was best not to ask about things that the teacher had not said.

Maybe it's about the lords, right?

I heard about a country in the south called Tuminis. Recently an evil war was waged against the Empire. The people in that country are all evil mages who study strange spells, and they use terrible spells to interfere with all the magic spells on the Big 6, making it difficult for believers to pray to the gods, and then use these evil spells. As a result, several lords on the borders of the empire were quickly defeated, and the empire lost many people before finally holding them back. But the mutation of the magic didn't stop there, and it was now impossible to even use teleportation to travel. It doesn't matter if it's a priest or a mage, a king or a nobleman. If you want to travel, you have to take a horse-drawn carriage and spend time.

But that doesn't matter.

Anyway, when the god of justice closes a door for people, he will definitely open a window for him - for Linna, this feeling of going out in a carriage is very good. After all, it was the first time in her life that she had traveled long distances. And if everyone can only travel in this way, then doesn't that represent a kind of justice?

Linna chuckled to herself, then put an end to the outlandish thoughts and continued to sing her own tune.

"He judges all nations with righteousness, and he deals with us according to our transgressions, giving us a chance to repent. Turn us to him. He is a God of grace and love, and he is rich in love and grace...... Huh?"

Miss Pastor's voice paused again, for she saw a figure walking on the side of the road.

In this winter wilderness, even people traveling by car are extremely rare, let alone hiking, and it was the first time that Linna saw a human figure along the way, except for the driver who was silently driving the pack horses in the big cart behind.

Moreover, he is still a very young figure, almost as young as Lin Na.

He didn't look like a long-distance traveler, as he didn't wear a warm cape. The only gray coarse cloth robe on his body had also opened a lot of tears, and the hem of the equipment had been rubbed like tassels, revealing simple shoes made of cloth and planks on his feet, and his toes were occasionally submerged in the muddy snow on the ground, and they had been frozen red and swollen. So most of his weight rested on the wooden staff in his hand. This also made his pace jump and jump, quite slow.

It's pathetic.

The girl thought so.

As the carriage slowly passed the staggering figure, she saw a wooden emblem hanging from his neck, the vague pattern barely showing the appearance of two hands, but this did not bother Linna, who had studied theology since childhood, and she recognized it at a glance as the emblem of His Majesty Yilmat, the god of weeping.

A cultivator of the God of Suffering?

Although there were many people in the Big 6 who did not like the God of Suffering—especially the nobles, who thought that his teachings were too harsh for believers to understand why there were people in the world who would be willing to suffer them—no one would deny that Yilmat was the kindest, docile, quiet, and peaceful deity in the Big 6. His majesty's doctrine of volunteering to bear the ordeal for the whole suffering world made him very popular with the common people, especially the poor.

Linna knew that many of the afflicted, sick, and poor depended on the shrine of Ilmat for their livelihoods. In this respect, they did a better job than the temple of His Majesty Tyre, so the people of many regions revered the temple of the weeping god.

In reality, however, many of His Majesty's priests were not often stationed at the temple, but traveled from place to place, giving free healing to the poor, soothing the afflictions of the depressed, standing up for the oppressed, showing direction to the lost, giving relief and shelter to the hungry and vagrants, and walking in the Great 6 to preach the Gospel of God to the people. It can be said that he is the most devout believer in the gods.

"Stop!" shouted Miss Pastor.

The shout set off a chain reaction — the vehicle she was riding in was in the middle of the convoy, one stopped, and several cars behind it had to come to a standstill. After a period of shouting and neighing, the commotion finally subsided slightly.

"What's wrong?"

The majestic voice made the priest shudder, and she jumped out of the carriage and lowered her head, not daring to look at the stern gaze cast by the teacher from her horse: "Well, there is a parishioner who deserves help, so ......," she muttered, but immediately remembered that she was in trouble—many of the priests of Ilmat do penance, they do not eat dinner, and they do not eat any luxuries. Survive on simple staple foods, and even on such cold days, the daily food may be nothing more than a small bowl of flour, and ice-cold snow water. And hiking is the most common thing they do.

So the teacher and other people didn't pay too much attention, right? Maybe the front of the team had already asked...... What the hell are you doing?

"Thank you for this kind sister. Be mindful of the suffering around you. ”

In embarrassment, a gentle voice made Lin Na look up and see a gentle smile under the gray robe.

That comforting, gentle smile made Lin Na seem to think for a moment of the statue of His Majesty Ilmat who was placed in the side hall of the temple, although the shirtless middle-aged deity with many wounds on his body. There is no trace of the same as the teenager in front of him, but their smiles are the same, which makes people feel warm in their hearts.

So a moment later, when the convoy was back on the road, Lin Na already had an extra chat partner by her side. The little girl happily threw out a lot of names. Age, family situation, where you came from, where you are going, what to do', etc., in fact, they do not necessarily hope to get any practical answers, but the young cultivators with gentle smiles take the trouble to answer them one by one, and they just give the answers like gold. 'Karen, 17, orphan, on the way to practice, has no goal. In just a few words, all the answers have been said. And he was obviously a little indifferent to everything around him, no, not at all, and his gentle but silent attitude made the little girl a little disappointed, and the act of the latter curling up in the corner of the cart and kneading her toes made her kind heart, so she opened her package and put the only blanket over his lap. But in exchange for a stingy compliment:

"Thank you, beautiful sister. ”

The rest of the journey seemed to be silent again, and the addition of a traveling companion did not make the atmosphere lively, but even the best pleasure of the little girl was deprived - with one more audience, Lin Nake did not dare to reveal her secret lightly. The carol could only be replaced by a softly hummed wordless ditty, and the young cultivator did not seem to have the slightest interest in the tune, and after humming it a few times, even the little girl herself got bored.

"Well, Mr. Karen, what are you doing in your practice?" After a moment of silence, Lin Na finally racked her brains to think of a question that would not be answered simply, although she actually knew the answer to this question.

After all, Linna's work from childhood to adulthood was to study and copy in addition to prayer, and she learned the most theology, and copied the scriptures the most. It would not be possible to say that all the temples of the gods were known, but the god of suffering and the god of justice were among the three gods, and their alliance had lasted for thousands of years, and the two sects respected each other and communicated with each other, and when it came to understanding each other, it was actually not much different from their own internal understanding.

To soothe the afflictions of the depressed and care for the wounded, to stand up for the oppressed, to show the way for the lost, to give relief and shelter to the hungry and vagrants, to collect herbs to fight the disease, and to bury the nameless corpses, to treat the sick free of charge, and to give food, water, and firewood to the poor inhabitants.

But the little girl still had a little hope and wanted to hear something different.

Although the other party looks very young, he must be a strong priest, because because of his dress, he must have made a poverty vow.

Swear before the gods that you will live a life of hardship and simplicity for the rest of your life, and that you will not have any superfluous wealth except for the most essential things of life. For example, like this young man who calls himself Karen, he only has a coarse gray robe on his body, and nothing else, so he can ensure that he will not freeze to death.

Make a vow of poverty, and the gods will give some special powers,

Of course, it's about helping others, but the main purpose is to help yourself...... Right?"

The answer "help yourself?" sounds new, but more importantly, it's dangerous: "But God teaches us to help others, otherwise isn't it selfish?"

"Helping others is just an end. The young man shook his head, as if he was a little poor in words: "Well, I think it is very important to help others, but to save a person's soul, you can only rely on yourself, and the purpose of helping others is just a way to save your own soul." ”

"But isn't it our duty to guide and save those lost souls?"

"Yes," the young man smiled again, "but the souls you can save must first redeem themselves before they can be saved by others, and those souls who are obsessed with it cannot be saved, otherwise, how can the wicked be sent to hell?

This statement sounded unreasonable, but when she wanted to refute it, it seemed a little wrong, and the little girl was stunned for a while.

"Isn't that weird?"