After a while.

Zhang Zecai looked at the priest with a flash of eyes, pretending to be relaxed and said, "I said Charles, you won't be coming, are you? I guess you must be joking."

"I'm serious." The pastor's solemn words made Zhang Ze shut up.

"call……"

Long Yan and Yifeng recovered first. After all, they were not members of Nordashir at the beginning, and they could barely accept the words of the priest.

The elf druid breathed a long sigh, his warm smile seemed a little stiff, and he murmured: "…Rebuild Nordashir?"

"In "Dawn"?"

Although the paladin had no expression of his face, his eyes were clearly filled with surprise.

"Dawn" is different from previous holographic games, with a map that is far larger than all players imagine. And the game in the Noda Hill era, the entire game is about the same size as Cormier. So if the priest wants to rebuild Noda Hill, it would be fine to say it. If it is executed, in Chinese sayings, it is more difficult than climbing to heaven, right?

‘The Roof of Noda Hill’ was called the Terminator of Honor in that era. If the past achievements cannot be restored and reconstruction is not a laughing stock? In fact, Long Yanxin agrees with Qi Guangming’s words very much. The past tense is the past tense, but with his personality, he will not say it out.

In addition to the silent female wanderer, there was also unknown reason. She tilted her head slightly and looked at her rich magician, Zhang Ze, Yifeng and Long Yan's reactions all fell in Shire's eyes.

"Is this really a willful decision?"

Although the thoughts have been hidden in his heart for a long time and have never been revealed to others, Charles thought at least Zhang Ze would support him, but now even he is suspicious of himself.

The party ended in a strange atmosphere.

The elf druid patted Long Yan's shoulder and handed him a look. The pair left one after another. Charles also frowned and walked out of the Twilight Tavern.

The female wanderer followed him like a shadow.

Zhang Ze sat in the tavern for a while, wrinkled his nose and sniffed the roast lamb legs left on the plate, and muttered as he grabbed them, "It's shameful to waste."

"It seems that I will do the finishing work."

As soon as he bit it, the sweet juice of the golden roasted lamb legs flowed into his mouth, and a sound that scared him came from beside him.

"What kind of organization is the roof of Nodashir?" Before the magician left, he sat on the stool and watched the mage.

"Oh, oh. You said it was Nordashir..."

Zhang Ze was flattered and quickly threw away the roast lamb legs, wiped the oil from his mouth, and smiled and said, "This is not an organization, but to be more precise, it is a casual group spontaneously formed by players."

"We only had twenty-nine people, but later one was missing, and the group was disbanded. Because that person left, Charles said at the time that the group had no meaning of existence."

"Then Nodashir will be disbanded." Zhang Ze shrugged, "Don't look at Qi Guangming like this just now. In fact, he is also an old member of Nodashir's early stage. The deeper the love, the deeper the injury. There are not many people in the group who dare to yell at Shire, he is one of them."

"Is Charles the founder?" said curiously.

"Specifically, he is one of the founders. The person who left was our leader. How did Charles say that his status should be similar to that of a spiritual leader." Zhang Ze said.

"What do you think about your decision to rebuild him now?"

He supported his arms on the table, crossed his palms, pressed against his fair chin, and looked at the mage curiously. Zhang Ze instantly felt Alexander.

"Well……"

Zhang Ze glanced around and lowered his voice and said, "I'll tell you the truth. Don't sell me when you look back. I dare not say these words to Charles."

"Actually, Longyan and Yifeng have similar ideas to me."

"I want me to say that since Noda Hill has been disbanded, it should be made a legend. Although I also want this name to be mentioned by players, but..."

Sighing, Zhang Ze shook his head and said sadly: "The times are different. Now is the era of "Dawn". Do you know that on the official big map, the Kingdom of Cormier needs to be found with a magnifying glass?"

"So you know how vast the material continent is."

"You count how many cities there are in Cormier. Now I have only explored a small part of the imperial capital Susar area. There are too many copies, ruins, etc. Even if Nodashire is rebuilt, it is impossible to achieve the original achievements."

"So it's better in memory."

Zhang Ze said helplessly.

"Have anyone ever said that you have played too many games and are old?" Humengluo couldn't deny Zhang Ze's words, but asked softly.

Zhang Ze was stunned and looked at the cherry-colored lips exposed under the magician's hood, with a smile that clearly showed a touch of playful smile.

"Hey..." Zhang Ze called the magician, trying to ask clearly what it meant, but the magician glanced at him and walked out of the tavern.

...

Charles has never been a verbal party.

Although the reactions of his best friend, Qi Guangming and others made his mood shake, the pastor had recovered from calmness at this time.

It is normal to have doubts, because he doesn't even believe it. However, the decision to rebuild Noda Hill has been brewing in his mind for a long time. It is definitely not a whim, nor is it a willful decision.

Some things need to be proved by actions. So Charles decided to leave Susal tomorrow and take the [Magic Painting] all the way north, go to Arabia first, find a woman who is very important to him, and first ask her about her opinion on her reconstruction of Nordashir.

Because Noda Hill was not his own, but was made by twenty-nine people day and night. Shir was not the leader of the group, and that woman was not the leader, but no one dared not to listen to her words.

"Qingxuan, follow me to the noble area first."

Shire felt that the wanderers around him were still reliable, and thought to himself: "The noble lady doesn't know what happened. I will solve some of the details of the [Demon Painting] mission first."

The quicksand nodded with his fingertips. The wanderer never gave any comments.

"It is said that a level 10 player appeared in the Deep Water City of Jianwan last night. Although it was close to the wilderness border, orcs and monsters were everywhere, and it was very easy to obtain experience, but the progress was too fast. We were separated from him by 300,000 experience."

Walking on the boulevard in the noble area, Charles sighed to the wanderer beside him and said, "The gap between 300,000 experience is so terrible. Qingxuan, what level are you now?"

"Level 6, upgrade progress 30%. "The wanderer accelerated and walked side by side with him.

"One level more than me."

Shire nodded. The level progress of his friends was as expected. He had to do tasks or read books in the Crown Hall recently. His time was spent outside of his experience, so he naturally fell behind.

"If you want to rebuild Noda Hill, the first step is that you can't fall behind in the level, right?" the priest seemed to be talking to himself, his fingertips tilted his head and looked at him with his hood covering the expression on her face.

She is not a member of Noda Hill, so she is a little unaware of the situation.

The two walked to Carol Manor.

The woodland witch Mary stood in the open door, showed a kind smile to the Holy Ancestor Pastor, lowered her head and performed a wizard ceremony to express her respect.

"Thank you, Pastor Charles, Miss has awakened."

"Tomorrow I will take her to the temple of Sheenwoth and ask the priests there to baptize them, and the evil aura on the lady will almost astonish."

Shienwos is the goddess of the nobles, and her followers are mostly leaders, scholars and nobles.

Charles was not surprised by this result. He took away the [Magic Painting], and the negative energy field in the noble lady's bedroom naturally disappeared.

The woodland witch welcomed the two into the manor hall, then turned around and left, probably to pick up the noble lady.

"Witch of the Woodland?" Charles looked around the dome hall.

Ancestor Carol was once a member of the Royal Mage Association, and his status is not low. He is said to be a witch with a strong strength close to the legendary level.

Some people say that Carol women have the bloodline of the Silver Moon Federation Elf, and they are not ordinary elves, sun elves, and moon elves. Charles also confirmed the guesses in the book on the slightly pointed ears of the noble lady.

"Shar..."

The noble lady appeared at the entrance of the hall. She no longer needed anyone to support her, and her long golden hair was spread on her shoulders. However, at this time, the noble lady was only wearing a thin silk pajama and a pair of fluffy slippers on her feet, which exuded a bit of a home-based girl.

"Please let me thank you." Kexi bowed deeply in front of Charles, his fair cheeks with a hint of shy flushing. "I was confused by the magic painting a few days ago. Charles, don't..."

"I know." The priest smiled slightly, relieved the aristocratic lady's embarrassment. When Kaixi straightened up, he felt relieved.

At this time, the woodland witch Mary and another little maid Yaer appeared at the entrance of the hall.

Charles also heard heavy footsteps, which seemed to be a life-constructing.

"Char, come with me."

The noble lady with a mysterious smile signaled the priest and his companions to walk out of the hall with her. The witch and Yaer stood around an iron golem, and the items held in the tall iron golem suddenly attracted the attention of the Holy Ancestor Pastor.

It was a piece of armor covered with large golden feathers, shining brightly under the moonlight.

Through the feathers, you can see that the body of the armor is in the style of a chain armor, with metal rings shining with dazzling golden light connected into pieces to form this armor.

"Absolute gold armor?"

Charles took a deep breath.

Even the shoddy fine gold armor does not contain magical aura and only relies on hidden damage reduction attributes, it requires at least tens of thousands of gold coins in the indigenous blacksmith shop.

What's more, the eagle feathered golden armor in the hands of the Iron Golem was obviously enchanted, and may be of elf craftsmanship, with light lines.

"Shar, this is the only piece of armor left in Carol's treasure house."

"It is the guardian knight of the Carol inheritor, and only the equipment is qualified to use."

"But, I'm giving it to you now in the name of Carol."

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Chapter completed!