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“...... Pastor?"

The black-robed mage whispered, with contemptuous disbelief. (The first text is published in the reading room biquge.info)

Although the young man's clothes were half torn, as long as he was not blind, it was enough to see that he was suitable for close combat, and that flexible way of moving did not look like a priest at all. What's more, the moment the Jude Law Priest opened his mouth just now, the astonishment and understanding that swept across his face and eyes could not hide a pair of extremely sharp pupils guided by arcane art.

An absolute lie.

But the priest of the sun god did not see the slightest crampedness on his face, he smiled and beckoned, and motioned for the young man to come towards him: "This Mr. Edward Grass, although he had only received the revelation of conversion ten days ago, is a faithful believer of my god, and is undergoing the trial bestowed by His Majesty. Although I don't know the content of the trial, I guess his appearance at the scene of this demon's appearance must have been due to the instructions of His Majesty Lansendel. ”

The black-robed mage snorted coldly.

This pastor is undoubtedly a cunning fellow, and there is no flaw in making up lies—the status of a priest cannot be overturned by appearance or expression. While most priests use a robe-lined chain mail as a standard outfit, with the exception of some good gods who only say they can't use sharp weapons, there are no hard and fast rules about weapons and armor for spellcasters, and many priests are good warriors before converting to gods. The name of the probationary priest usually indicates that he is in a state of initiation, although he is nominally affiliated with the temple, he cannot be regarded as a full member, and there are no special rules, usually as long as an elder who is a priest acknowledges it, he can get this title. Even if you haven't gotten the ability to cast any magic yet, it's normal.

But now, this Jude Law himself has the status of a high-ranking priest, even if this guy dressed as a mercenary is not a trainee priest at all, but now after he says this, the identity of the other party is also determined, as for the future, even if this little guy does anything that is not conducive to this testimony, and even joins the church of the evil god, this priest can also use the sentence "Unfortunately, he was not able to pass the trial of His Majesty Guò Lansendel Xià" Come and push two, six, five, and you can't even detect the spell to say that his words are wrong!

Yes, this is a lie, but even if it does, what can it be?

The priests of the temple do not have positions in the state, but a great god like Lansendel has many believers, is extremely powerful, and the religion is quite inflammatory, so although Tumenis relies heavily on the mage and does not determine the state religion, a figure at the level of the chief priest of the temple is not something that can be attacked casually, otherwise the pressure that will come with all aspects will bring. Even a high-level mage with good abilities is difficult to bear.

"Okay," the black-robed mage gritted his teeth and raised his gaze, "Since he is the attendant of His Majesty Lansendel, then he doesn't have to go through those cutscenes, but after all, the stakes are high, I need to ask him a few questions, what do you think?"

The middle-aged pastor's face changed slightly...... But the other party didn't wait for him to respond, and before he could finish speaking, he reached out and took out a small obsidian ball from his robe, and pointed it at Edward. A subtle sheen of spell energy rippled across the hunter's body, and the smooth surface of the obsidian reflected a blue shadow.

In fact, the faces of almost every priest present changed slightly, but except for Jude Law, they were all in different ways of delight—to judge the key to what had happened before, everyone's knowledge was extremely important, not to mention that the conscious young man must have known more than those who fainted at the scene.

Or the female mage will stop asking questions before the most important information is lost, but there will still be clues missing. They can naturally judge some important issues from it.

"Tell me what you saw during an hourglass time, be careful. ”

"Hmm...... I felt a very ...... before an hourglass The strange disturbance, I should say that this feeling that I had never felt before the four hourglasses was already haunting me, like nausea and nausea, or seeing something strange, I think, it was an evil effect...... Then I followed the disturbance and left the city of Rissouri, all the way to this place. When I arrived, I found a group of mercenaries stationed here...... One of them was a man in a robe, I think it was a spellcaster, he suddenly had an extremely evil change, he turned into a demon about twelve feet tall, oh, I think it should be a demon, his skin is blue-gray, anyway, he began to devour the people around him after he appeared, so in line with the teachings of the Lord of the Morning Sun, I want to help them......"

"Nonsense!" The figure in the obsidian, which had turned bright red, made the female mage interrupt the young man's speech with a sharp sneer: "Little ghost, in front of the great arcane, you'd better stop your cunning nonsense, or else...... God's mercy alone will not allow you to escape the punishment you deserve!"

Pastor Dawn's face was already quite ugly, he knew that there must be an inside story about this matter that was difficult to say, but the mercenaries from this remote place did not have much experience in fighting magic, and if it continued like this, I was afraid that it would only make things tangled, so he coughed dryly, and he tried to stop it, but at this time, Edward had already spoken first.

“...... Uh, I'm ...... Well, this ...... Actually, it was because in the city of Risuri, I fought with a few people from this bird mercenary group, and I lost, so I secretly followed, trying to make a little trouble for them, and the result was ...... That's what happened...... I swear I didn't lie about that mage turning into a demon!" The young man's face showed a little horror and a little hesitation. After a pause, he confessed as if he had made up his mind: "I wanted to escape, but it wants to know where I am...... It was just a wave of my hand, and I was already badly injured...... When I woke up, everything was gone, fortunately the wound was not deep, I drank two bottles of potion and recovered, but before I could leave, you had already arrived, shouting to arrest everyone, so I was ready to flee, and you all know what happened next. ”

"What else?"

"No, it's dark, and I don't notice anything...... Oh yes, the mage, he seems to have mentioned something about a family, but I didn't hear what family he was talking about...... Well, it seems to be a title, their ancestors have had a duke or a marquis or an earl, oh, wisteria...... He said that!"

Everyone's faces couldn't help but show a little disappointment - the narrative was short but complete, smooth and detailed...... But it's worthless. Originally, there were still some places with a few elements of lies in the narrative, but after the additional additions, the shadow on the obsidian did not have the slightest red luster-

With a snort, the black-robed mage put away the polygraph stone, turned around and recited a spell, and disappeared into the purple light of the teleportation with a dozen of his men and captives.

Of course, she could only hear the piercing smirk in the hunter's heart at this moment...... If the humming sound mixed with tremors is a wicked laugh.

"How can a utter fool, an authentic fool, the territory of a psychic mancer, be probed so lightly? and use those crude polygraph tricks in front of a telepath...... If it weren't for Edward, they'd be the same idiots, making up a lie to trick your pants out!, but are you sure they're going to trouble that nobleman?"

......

When the luster of the teleportation disappeared, the black-robed figure of the female mage appeared in a building,

It was an extremely large hall, silent in a hazy mist, but through the thin mist, one could notice that there was nothing around, and if it weren't for the faintly visible dome of the hall overhead, which exuded a soft turquoise sheen, this vastness and emptiness would make one think that this was an outdoor square.

But just beneath your feet, the neat black ground on the ground is as transparent as crystal, and the delicate carved textures are extremely delicate, weaving countless geometric patterns of different shapes, extending towards the surroundings, constructing an astonishing grandeur - not only fine, but also the subtle fluorescent light flowing in it, as if full of endless energy. And with the appearance of the female mage, the electric light on the ground brightened slightly, and in an instant, a three-foot-wide and narrow outline had been outlined, like a road.

At the far end of the line of sight, the clouds on the road retreated to the sides, revealing a faint shadow behind them.

The female mage lowered her head, the light and shadow flickered sharply around her, as if the space around her was constantly changing, and after a few steps, the ground in front of her was no longer empty, but a row of black statues appeared at some point- Heavily armed warriors, facing gloomy demons, angels with wings outstretched or stone beasts roaring fiercely, crouched at an extremely regular distance into some kind of formation, although they were only lifeless statues, but when they passed by and paid more attention to their membranous wings and demon-like hideous figures, they would feel a malicious aura emanating from their bodies.

Of course, in the eyes of a true caster, these cold stone statues are the perfect guards, and with a simple command, they will instantly awaken from their slumber, wield their swords, spread their wings, or tear the intruder apart with their razor-sharp teeth and claws carved from massive obsidian shards.

However, it is amazing that in this invisible space constructed by countless cold statues, there is still a fierce existence of life—patches of bright, nay, delicate colors, spread out in the square inch of space under those statues, which are full of bowl-sized flowers, but in this dimly lit environment, they do not seem to be affected in the slightest, every leaf, every petal of flowers presents a warm luster of life. When the female mage stepped inside, the air was filled with a rich fragrance for a moment.

It's just that this strange vitality, in a silent and cold statue, has a special weird feeling.

Walking into the flower mage stepped down her hood, revealing her beautiful face, her appearance was actually exquisite, but her eyes were too slender, and the extraordinarily high cheekbones and indifferent look also made her face look a little stereotypical and vicious, when she saw the old man sitting in the room, she bent down respectfully, and her face showed surrender from the heart.

At the end of her line of sight stood two figures, one of whom, like her, lowered his gaze respectfully, while the other, wrapped in a light gray robe, crouched in front of a flower, gently fiddling with the dirt beneath the flower with his withered fingers.

"I'm very sorry, Mentor, but I couldn't find any useful information about the huge magical reaction that preceded the two hourglasses...... Although a few live ones were found at the scene, the information they provided was limited, and only the information that an unidentified demon appeared at the time, and after analyzing it, I believe that the demon must have been summoned by an immature mage at the cost of his soul. It has nothing to do with the large resonance reaction. The sharpness in the female mage's voice was long gone, replaced by a calm softness: "However, there is an eyewitness, a young mercenary, who claims that this mage seems to be related to the Constrel family, or their branch. ”

"Hmm...... The Constril family? Does the mercenary know about it? Have you looked closely?"

"I used a lie detector, but he only heard about wisteria. There was no conclusive evidence, and besides, a high priest from the temple of Lansendel had also been there, and he seemed to know the mercenary, so I was unable to bring him back. And the few people who brought it back had no useful information in their memories. Sorry for the non-tea, the tutor ......"

"Forget it, I can't see anything from a person's statement. ”

The gray-robed figure didn't say anything about the female mage's report, just focused on the flowers in front of him—it wasn't until halfway that he stood up, clapped his palms, and said, "Don't be presumptuous, you're doing a good job." The deep voice didn't seem to have too many ups and downs, blindly dry and cold: "The rest of the things, you can handle them at will, you don't have to report to me, you go down." ”

"But...... Yes, Mentor. The female mage's face changed slightly, but then she lowered her head and slowly retreated.

At this time, the old man turned his gaze to the other side: "Marquis of Silupu, I seem to have said a long time ago that young people should not waste time as much as old men, since you have been standing here with me for half a night, is there something that should be reported to me?"

"Mentor, I...... What do you command?" the person beside him raised his head slightly, revealing the face of a middle-aged man who was extremely well-maintained, but the expression on his face seemed to be puzzled.

"Who gave you permission to run there? What did you bring that little guy back for? And who gave you permission to wipe that town away?" The gray-robed man raised his gaze, revealing an old face, with long gray beards the color of a robe, almost covering half of his face, and the remaining half was almost covered by deep and fine wrinkles, except for a pair of eyes under the snow-white brow, but they were as clear as a wash, deep enough to contain a qiē in them.

"This ......" was swept slightly by that gaze, and the blood on the middle-aged man's well-maintained face suddenly faded, and it was so white that his blood vessels were exposed.

But before he could say anything, the gray-robed old man's voice had suddenly become louder!

"Do you think no one will find out with such fanfare?Idiot, fool! Do you think you've found a way to show off your insignificant strength?"

When the words fell, the fine lightning unfolded like a fishing net, and then wrapped the middle-aged man! The terrible blue-purple electric light climbed over his body like a living thing, and immediately brought a tooth-sore sizzling sound, and raised a large puff of black smoke!

The middle-aged nobleman was obviously extremely enduring, his face was twisted, his teeth were clenched—but after only a few breaths, he couldn't help but let out a scream and roll all over the ground, but the electric light was like a living thing, entangled in his body, no matter how much he struggled, it never disappeared!

"Do you think you're strong enough to challenge any tradition at will?, or can you deal with the consequences of this act on your own?" the old man continued, his voice still clear and unmistakable in the midst of the screams: "I gave you a day to consider it, but you thought that your trick had succeeded? Isn't that the rule that has always been observed among your nobles? Why do you think that what you do will not attract attention? Do you think that it doesn't matter, so I will ignore it?"

The lightning finally jumped and disappeared, but the middle-aged man's body was still curling and spasming uncontrollably, and the gorgeous robe on his body was already scorched and half shattered. A faint smoke slowly rose from his features, and all he could do was let out some low, meaningless grunts!

It wasn't until a long time later that the voice barely spelled out a faint sentence: "I summoned a group of monsters from the Whispering Forest, burned it to the ground, leaving no living mouth, and used a purification technique to disperse the remaining souls, as long as I didn't pay special attention, no one would get in the way." ”

“...... Mindless way of acting. Do you think there will be no living mouth? Without a living mouth, you won't be exposed? Have you ever seen a that has been eroded by termites and collapsed, and do you know that the slightest impact can make the most complete and detailed plan go short?"

The old man shook his head, and turned his gaze to the delicate flowers that were open: it seemed that the words just now had consumed a lot of his energy: "Forget it, it is impossible for a little guy like you to do too well, I should have thought of it before, at least I have to give you a restriction on your movements...... Rejoice in your stupidity, if I really didn't pay attention, you'd be in a cell in the Mystic Department by now!"

The middle-aged man trembled, struggled to stand up from the ground, took out a bottle of potion out of nowhere and drank it, and then still stood with his hands down and did not speak.

"And that little guy, since you brought him back, then you have to raise him well, at least in line with the real thing, and there will be no problems. The old man shook his head, and then continued to break through the other party's thoughts: "Do you think that Rose's waste has not done anything, why can she be rewarded?"

"Don't dare to ......" The middle-aged nobleman's body trembled, and his eyes glanced at the trace of the female mage who had just disappeared in the distance-the punishment imposed in front of the competitor was the so-called reward of the old man. But I'm afraid that only a madman would feel that watching that cruel punishment is a form of reward.

"It's simple. Because this matter was already beyond her ability, although I ordered her to look for it, I did not expect to be able to find it with her kind of Cheng dù alone. The old man casually continued, "I know you want to try your luck too, and think you should be able to find an artifact or something at once." But you know, what the hell is that thing?"

"The Stone of Dawn, the fragment of the Cup of the Blazing Sun, no, could it be the blood of the gods that produces such a radiance?" the middle-aged nobleman was silent for a moment, then spoke in a hoarse whisper, but the old man immediately interrupted it with a contemptuous laugh.

"Little one, you'd better read more...... The Stone of Dawn?The Cup of the Blazing Sun?Can that kind of unintentional thing cause such a strong shock?And, even you, you should be able to sense how many centers of the shock are, right?" the old man smiled, "This is the power of a genuine artifact, not the power of those small things that you call incomparable......"

The middle-aged man bowed his head respectfully.

He didn't understand the meaning of the old man's words - or even more confused, whether it was the Stone of Dawn or the Cup of the Blazing Sun, they were the most powerful artifacts in the legend, forged by the gods, and it was said that they already possessed the ability to interfere with the magic net, even if they were an apprentice mage, it was possible to control a country. And the blood of the gods is said to be the source of divine power that can make a mortal obtain divine power.

But now, the old mage dismissively calls them all "little things"?

Although he had doubts in his heart, he wisely chose to remain silent - if he wanted to tell sù about himself, the old man would naturally say, otherwise he shouldn't know, and asking more would only cause him to be disgusted, and now that he mentioned it, he should be able to learn some relevant information. ”

Sure enough, after a slight silence, the old man spoke.

"Forget it, we old guys can't reach it, the legacy of the long-silent ancient magic era, it's really a little difficult for a child like you to test for a child. But for some time to come, we'll all need to keep an eye on what this thing is going on, so you just need to know that it's a remnant of an ancient era, a magic wand. It's just broken down into many pieces, and it is rumored that those who reforge them will have considerable authority. You can even take the helm...... Several planes. ”

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