Valley, deep forest valley.

"Is there any news recently?" A black-robed female wizard Youlan sat on the weaving sofa, looking at the endless stream of people on the street from the balcony on the second floor of the tavern.

"Oh? The most important thing at the moment is not the battle between Leatherman and Sel?"

It was clear that the sun was bright at noon, but only by following the sound could we notice that a mysterious man was sitting quietly in the dark.

At this time, he was holding a sharp dagger in his hand and the tip of the knife sometimes emitted a magical light.

The man teased, "Midnight, it seems that you have a close relationship with that old man Ilminster."

"Because of this, the Harpist Association has been doing frequent moves recently. As a result, the master's Red Robe Mage didn't say anything, the Dragon Witch Sect, the Iron Throne, and the Santalin Society, these evil organizations were in chaos."

The witch was too lazy to take care of her companions at midnight.

"Cirick, I contacted it through Ellesla channels. She grew up in Leatherman and was raised by the witches."

The thief Cialik then bowed his head silently.

Ellesla is known very little, but her other identity is Resounding Soren-

Xinbu!

After the witch, one of the strongest arcane spell casters, the ruler of Agraron, one of the seven sisters in the Northland, the voter of Mistera, and the senior harpist...

Each title is enough to make the whole of Sauron tremble.

The story of the other party sitting alone in Agraron and resisting the invasion of the red-robed wizard for generations is even more legendary.

Cialik, who noticed his disobedience, opened up the topic.

"There are some interesting topics left, such as the dark elf of Ice Wind Valley, who killed White Dragon Ice Death."

"And recently a mysterious psychic warlock appeared in Leatherman, who used the Nine-Ring Star-like component to rescue a stranger from the Earth."

"Nine Rings?"

After a few days of busy midnight, I noticed, "As far as I know, the star-like structure is essentially a one-ring superpower, how can I judge the nine-ring?"

As the head of intelligence in the shadow, Cialek was also very concerned about this matter at that time, and he could memorize the entire piece of intelligence.

Today is for this, and he handed over the detailed information of the day while speaking.

"Because that 'star-like construct' has exerted two obvious psychic abilities, only the Nine Rings can activate two higher abilities. But strangely, the construct only lasts for one round."

After glanced at the contents of the parchment at midnight, my brows frowned.

"If such a strange construction shape lasts only six seconds to cause chaos, there is no need to upgrade to Ring 9 at all, and there are even more psychic abilities to use."

She looked straight into her companion's eyes, "Cirick, you are not a mage, so you can't react to this."

"There are many wizards in the Nine Rings, and there are very few psychic warlocks in the Nine Rings. It is easy to locate those who are interested in checking one by one."

"If you were a Nine Rings Psychic Warlock, would you offend a wizard kingdom so openly? You might even expose the details of Nine Rings?"

"You mean?"

Cialek, who was born good at conspiracy, realized that he was still thinking lightly.

"That's right, the other party is not coming for the stranger on Earth at all. All the mages who read the information will understand this."

He pursed his lower lip at midnight, knowing that he needed to go to the stronghold and requested a complete piece of information issued by the Leatherman Witch Council.

Even if necessary, she had to go to the crime site and personally perform the "visual retrospective" of the Nine Rings to look back at the specific past at that time.

"Have your distant nephew become a pastor?"

The wanderer Cialick looked at his face covered by a black veil at midnight and continued to talk about topics related to her.

He knew how much the other party liked the nephew who cried out "humanity will never be a slave" in Ser.

It makes people jealous.

"nothing."

Midnight is still focused on browsing information details.

"Actually, before he set out, based on his promise to his mother, I was ready for the 'Death Finger' and 'Memory Compilation' spells."

"If he was really an ill-hearted person, I would completely transform his evil thoughts. If I could not transform, I would follow his mother's letter to prevent Manx's evil blood from continuing to spread."

"Fortunately, the Manx family finally found an alien."

When Cirick heard this method, the flesh on his cheeks twitched slightly, and he smiled awkwardly, "Sure enough, the methods of your spellcasters are so violent and direct."

Midnight's tone was happy, "I think it's a bit wrong, and I will naturally apologize."

"Allesla will go to Leatherman to discuss the war these days. I have asked her to take care of me and bring him a magic item."

But Cialek looked out the window lonely, "Like us melee professionals, the only way to catch up with you is to obtain strong bloodlines, or to obtain God's favor, or even..."

The final "becoming a god" is already inaudible.

He stared at the blacksmith shop on the long street, and dozens of kilograms of iron hammers kept hitting the red sword embryo. The blacksmith kept muttering words in his mouth. With Cialek's listening skills, it was not difficult to hear the other party-

Sometimes he prays to the miracle forgeor, the god of the blacksmith.

Sometimes praying to the Hammer of the Dead Enemy, Tampas, God of War.

When you encounter difficulties in forging, you have to pray to the goddess of luck Temora.

Even when forging weapons for the guards, pray to the sleepless eye and the guardian god Heim.

And when forging weapons for the judge, pray to the hand of equality and the god of justice Tyr.

For the residents of Sauron, the gods are above the top, but they are not unfamiliar with the fireworks of the world.

They actively participate in the world through the hands of clergy, druids, rangers, paladins and other divine spellcasters, showing their strength in front of worshippers, and planning wars and alliances with powerful countries...

Through various means, define the faith required by the gods.

His eyes became more and more hot as he looked at his slender and delicate body at midnight.

Perhaps, only divine power can smooth out the obstacles between the two!

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"Sir, what do you need?"

Diamond Lake is not a big town, so there is only one small church of the Earth Goddess Schutia.

It is managed by a 50-year-old Second Ring Pastor, who sells holy water on weekdays and occasionally collects donations to provide treatment for adventurers.

Today is the day of miners. It is rare to see someone sitting in the prayer room of the church, silently looking at the statue of the goddess above.

“I want to know how to donate to the church?”

Wang Fujian pressed his hood and whispered.

If someone saw Misterra's "priest" praying in the church of Mother Earth, it would have to cause a big deal.

"Oh? Sir, do you want to repent?"

The old pastor Riddle has increased his interest and introduced the business here—

"It is generally divided into three levels, corresponding to different ways of confession."

"A small mistake, just one hour of repentance in this prayer room, donate 1 to 10 gold coins, and help with some chores."

"A moderate mistake is at least one to ten days of confession, and the donation of about 100-500 gold coins. Of course, if you are an adventurer, you can perform a task for the church, which is usually a short-distance adventure."

"As for serious sins, you have to pray for a month or more, donate more than a thousand gold coins, or directly use the 'arrogance' to save it."

Wang Fujian was puzzled when he heard this, "What if he didn't repent?"

The old pastor Riddle smiled, "Each of us needs to choose the patron saint when we are born."

"In this way, when we arrive at the 'Horny Land' after our death, the guardian god will send servants there to wait for the soul after death, and then lead them to the Kingdom of God. The 'Pseudo-believers' will become the inhabitants there, be attacked and plundered by demons, and the 'No-believers' will melt directly on the wall of treacherous faith."

He has mastered this set of rhetoric, and even the stubborn believers will donate obediently when they hear it.

Wang Fujian was thinking about his religious knowledge and slowly confirmed it.

"A person without faith refers to a person who refuses to believe in gods or verbal respect throughout his life but has never truly believed in it."

"The false believer refers to a sinner who betrays his faith and violates his doctrine."

The old pastor continued to finish the story, especially emphasizing the last sentence.

"The mother god's dogma is to protect plants and crops, preserve seeds... If you just trampled on the crops, it can be solved by about a small mistake."

However, Wang Fujian shook his head, "That is to say, there is only punishment after death. If I violate my promise to the gods, the mother god will not come down with lightning to kill me, right?"

The old pastor instantly stayed in awkwardly, "Yes, that's what I can say."

"Then I'll feel relieved."

Wang Fujian stood up directly, carried a basket of glass lamps, turned around and left.

Left the old priest with wide eyes staring blankly in the wind.

What about donating?

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Wang Fujian came to Fengyu's Tomb again, and this time his "prayer" was even more complete!

"As long as all the goddesses protect me from returning safely from the cemetery, I will definitely donate two exquisite glass lamps to each of them!"

"If I could still dig out artifacts or something from it."

"I promise that when all the goddesses are in trouble in the future, they will work hard and serve the power of the saddle horse."

After saying that, he couldn't help but sigh.

If the goddess really pays attention to him, then no matter how good the temper is, she has to look at him lightly, right?
Chapter completed!