While Grand fled from the south gate, Pyromon was also riding in a carriage out of the city through the northwest corner gate.

Omha is located in the coastal plain area, outside the city is open, except for dozens of miles north of the city, a cone-shaped mountain peak protrudes from the flat ground, the surrounding peaks are undulating, and the rocks are numerous, and there is a special atmosphere.

The carriage travels along a winding mountain path with steep rock walls on one side and a roaring ocean on the other. At high tide, the waves crashed on the shore, the momentum was mighty, Pyromon opened the curtain, the salty sea breeze came to his face, and the old man closed his eyes and sighed faintly.

"The head of the house," the emaciated staff leaned forward and asked in a low voice, "Do you need to send someone from your subordinates to deal with those moderate councillors?"

Pylomon looked pensive, and after a long time, he shook his head and sighed, "No need, even if we kill them all, the Commonwealth will inevitably fall apart, and besides, it will also provoke hatred on us, which is a stupid move that will do more harm than good." ”

"Yes, Master. The staff wanted to speak and stopped, but after all, they didn't speak. He had been a confidant of Pylomon for many years, but he didn't understand why the head of the family wanted to support the radicals. If they are not even guilty of attacking Snowdon's Western Route Army, then what will the other merchant lords think? For their own benefit, the big merchant lords of Torm will inevitably come to the aid of the forces they have chosen from the north and the south. At that time, before the mainland was in chaos, the federation would be in chaos.

"You don't understand, and I don't understand," said Pyromon as if knowing what he was thinking, "but this is the will of 'His Highness,' and I am powerless to disobey it." ”

He stretched out his hand and pointed to the towering mountain in the distance, and the staff thought about it, and his face changed drastically, and he no longer dared to speak.

There was an eerie silence in the carriage. The sound of the waves was faintly heard, and after a quarter of an hour, the carriage slowly stopped, and they arrived at the destination of the trip.

"Stay here, and don't wander around. Pyromon commanded, and stepped out of the carriage. This is a clearing on the mountainside of the main peak. The ground is paved with neat bluestone slabs, and there is not even a trace of weeds in the cracks of the stones, which looks unusually clean.

Pyromon smoothed the folds in his robe and strode forward with a solemn face. After a hundred steps, the bluestone slab under his feet turned into an even more expensive lapis lazuli, and he raised his head, and in the mist of the mountains, a golden temple appeared out of thin air. And those people behind him didn't find anything, and the vision was still desolate cliffs and forests.

He stepped onto a lapis lazuli paved corridor and broke into the mist, flanked by carved stone pillars and a semicircular vault overhead, like a narrow bridge that protruded into the uncharted depths.

As usual. Seventeen steps later, Pyromon reached out and pushed. The door of the temple burst open, and brilliant jewels burst out of the temple, dazzling his eyes.

"You're here again?" a voice sounded, crisp and soft, like an innocent girl.

But Pyromon immediately knelt down and bowed. He replied respectfully, "Your Highness, what you have told me has been done. ”

"What?" the girl's voice paused for a moment, but quickly came to her senses. Complimented, "Oh, you're doing a great job." ”

Pyromon raised his head slightly, although he had been here countless times, what he saw in front of him still made him dizzy, like a dream, unable to extricate himself.

Guarding the temple of the goddess of commerce has been the duty of the Pyromon family for generations. But the so-called "temple" does not refer to the guise in the city of Omha, but to the shelter of the goddess here.

It was originally the lair of a giant dragon, and the goddess of commerce hollowed out the entire belly of the mountain to build her own temple. Even if Pyromon looked far away, he couldn't see the end of the temple's dome, and could only see a little "starlight", flickering and flickering. It is the pearls inlaid in the mountain wall, which are innumerable, and they are all the best among them.

And the qiē in front of him is even more poor and extravagant, condensing the essence of the world's wealth. True silver pillars, white jade floors, jade statues, gem cups and plates, there are no excessive decorations in the temple, only piles of gold coins, pure gold casts, so that the armor and weapons rippling with magical luster, spell scrolls, jade pearls, coral antiques, each of which is a rare treasure in the outside world.

The Pyromones couldn't tell where the light was coming from, or the gold itself, which was emitting an endless sheen. He squinted, and could only see a vague figure, about ten meters high, dazzling, that is, the great goddess of commerce, the guardian of the Torm Federation.

"Your Highness," Paramount asked, plucking up courage, "why did you ask me to help the radicals? ”

"Ah, I know," said the goddess of commerce, but with a hint of impatience in her tone, "do you have anything else to do? ”

"So...... Your Highness, Pyromon retired. The old man hesitated for a moment, kowtowed again, and then got up and left tremblingly.

Until the temple door was closed again, the glorious image of the goddess quickly contracted and changed.

Finally, a teenage girl, with wide sleeves and gorgeous clothes, blond hair and blue eyes, lay pitifully in the pile of gold coins, turned her head and asked, "Now, you should be satisfied, right?"

In the shadow of the temple, an old man in a cloak walked slowly. Behind him, one left and one right, followed by two warriors. The white-haired man lifted his bone gun upside down, his face hidden behind the swirling mist. The girl was dressed in hideous ink crystal armor and straight spears, as dark as night.

"It seems that you haven't forgotten our old friendship, 'greed'. The old man wandered among the piles of gold, and he had no interest in these useless things.

"Call me, Almes, goddess of commerce," corrected the little girl word for word, "and it's not a friendship, it's just a deal." On the "transaction", she deliberately added an accent.

"Don't worry, I won't break my promise," the evil god "Deathbell" assured, "After the deed is completed, all the wealth on the continent will be yours." ”

"Well...... "Well," muttered the little girl, rolling among the piles of gold, her face full of intoxication, "and one day, I will fill the whole temple with gold...... No, I will cast a mountain of pure gold, make trees out of jade and jasper, and pour out rivers of melted silver, and the most brilliant gems of this plane will be used to decorate my throne......"

"Very good idea," the evil god "Deathknell" nodded in disgust, and said goodbye, "Then don't bother, Jerseyval, Yarbet, let's go." ”

... (To be continued......)

PS: (One more.) ）