The little girl was no one else, the one they were rescued from the court of justice not long ago.

A suspicious look appeared in the box's eyes, and a hint of panic flashed across the little girl's face. The next moment, she immediately turned around and was about to escape. But she seemed to have forgotten the stairs of the bread workshop behind her. When she retreated, she just tripped on the stairs. She turned around and lost her balance. Her thin body leaned back and fell back with the bread in the basket.

But at that moment, time seemed to be frozen. The box raised its right hand, and the little girl, the basket in her hand, and the black bread scattered out of the basket were all fixed in the air.

"Woma Dallas--" The boy recited a spell. Under the constraints of invisible power, the bread in the air returned to the basket, and the basket returned to the little girl's hands, and the little girl also returned to the right from the loss of balance.

The box snapped its fingers gently, and time seemed to have "recovered" from the stagnation again. The little girl held the basket and took several steps back before she could barely stand firm.

The little girl's shoulders were tense and tense, and she looked around in surprise, then raised her head and stared at the boy who was wrapped tightly in front of her. Her extremely clear eyes flashed on her dirty face, and then she showed a hint of panic and uneasiness.

She retreated carefully, staring at the box while backing, but seeing that the box did not move further, she quickly turned around and ran into the alley like a frightened little animal. In just a moment, she disappeared without a trace.

The box looked silently in that direction, without moving. After a while, he slowly put down his hand.

"Selected?"

Along with the sound of opening the door, a somewhat rough voice rang out from behind him.

The box turned around and saw a tall man pushing the door out of the shop where the little girl walked out, standing by the door, looking at him with a scrutiny look.

There was a scar on the man's face from his right eyebrow bone to his left chin, which penetrated his right eye and nose bridge. But his expression was calm and his temples were frosty, which did not give people a ferocious and terrifying feeling, but he was like a veteran and a retired soldier leaving the battlefield.

His eyes looked very deep, but his right eye was a little dull, obviously because of his injury.

Seeing that the box was just staring at him in a daze, the man asked again: "Where are you asking you, are you the Saint Selected?"

The box then shook his head and answered truthfully: "No, I'm a killer."

"Killer?" The man was stunned and couldn't help but laugh. He shook his head: "You are a killer, that's okay. So Mr. Killer, do you have any work?"

The box replied, "I'm not available."

The man looked up and down the box, his eyes fell from the sword around his waist and then on the magic gloves. He suddenly spoke, "Gloves are good, who gave them to you?"

The box looked down at his sword, then at his gloves, and raised his head. The eyes exposed outside showed a trace of doubt, as if asking: What does this have to do with you?

The man laughed softly, and didn't care, and just replied: "Compared with your gloves, your sword is not worthy of it. There is no such thing as strange as you in the magic swordsman I have ever seen."

The box pulled out the sword and fiddled in front of the other side, looking a little dissatisfied. He found this magic sword from the wreck of the ship and has been used until now. He didn't think there was anything bad to use. It can be regarded as the best sword he has ever used.

The man looked at the sword and shook his head: "It's just a broken copper and iron."

The box raised the sword and pointed it at the other party, meaning that the other party would have to try it out before they could know whether the sword was good or bad.

But the man didn't even look at the shaky sword tip, and his eyes only looked over the sword edge and said, "Is interesting little guy, what's your name?"

The box looked eager to try and was about to answer, but suddenly remembered that the leader asked them to hide their identities. He changed his mind and said, "My name is Aidan Ryan-Box."

The man was stunned and thought that this was a strange name, but most of the names of the Saint Selected were strange, and there was nothing strange about it. But this name always seemed familiar to him. He thought for a moment and shook his head, thinking that he was struggling with something he was struggling with on this?

He then came to his senses and said, "With a weird name, wait for me here."

After leaving this sentence, the man didn't say much to him, nor did he even look at the sword in his hand. He turned around and opened the door and walked into the house.

The box was a little confused, but he stood there thinking for a while, then put away his sword. He didn't think about it. He went over and asked what the Star Gate meant. Gu Bai Zhiye also answered him like this. I have to say that this method is very useful.

At this time, the Paparals pushed the door out from the other side with a large bag of bread in their arms, looked at the direction and waved to him with some excitement, "Let's go, I'm done, let's find a place to eat."

The box thought about it for a moment, immediately threw away the previous incident and nodded.

When the man pushed out the door with a wooden box in his arms, only two lines of footprints were left in the thick snow in the square. He couldn't help but be stunned, looked around, then shook his head, glanced at the box in his hand, then bent down and placed it on the ground, then turned around and walked back.

Close the door.

...

No words all night.

After finally breaking out of the difficult environment in the wilderness, everyone slept beautifully on that day, especially Tianlan, Ai Xiaoxiao and Jita. The three little girls looked energetic early the next morning, which was exactly the same as before.

The next day, the snow was still very small, and it seemed that the blizzards over the past few days had finally shown signs of clearing. Fang Zhuchong discussed with his shipmaster's staff officer at breakfast. In fact, he was still a little concerned about the sudden emergence of the "Shrine", but he cared more about the things behind the scenes.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! He suspected that it might be Elpaxin or a local force involved, or that prince, because only the other party has this intention and motivation.

However, after hearing his words, Silvede smiled and shook his head, "It's not His Highness."

Fang Yu looked at her a little surprised.

"He is not that kind of person," Silmide said with a smile: "Conspirators, politicians, usurpers, supporters of the party, are described in this way outside, but when you see the old man, you will understand what kind of person he is."

Fang Yu was stunned for a moment, but still nodded. The prince's highness was indeed a legend in Kaurin-Ishurien. In fact, before he came to this world, he had heard many rumors about the other party-

The king of the highest generation had only two sons, and the eldest son was the king of the previous generation, Cirian III.

And the second son, that is His Highness, the prince.

It is rumored that His Highness, who was born disabled and ugly, did not inherit the handsomeness and beauty of his father and mother, was incomparable to the previous king. In the era when the other party was still young, he was known for his withdrawn and independent personality, and was never accepted by the outside world.

Later, the young man went to the Silver Tower alone to study at the Eagle Fort Master Danny Deer, but Danny Deer had never given any attribution to his student. Outsiders only knew that he left Eagle Fort not long after.

After that, he had been traveling all over the mainland, and even left Kaurin-Ishurien to go to Oshu and Rota. By the time he returned to the country, the former king had ascended the throne. He had been assisting his brother behind the scenes and was deeply trusted by Cialian III.

It is said that His Highness, whose abilities are outstanding, are behind the battle of Byrne and the later cleaning up the Dragon Believers in the southern border.

He also supported many young people, including today's Sir Robert, and Evan Quinn's Elf, and even Sir Marvey, his father, was supported by His Royal Highness.

With the joint efforts of the relatively enlightened Cirian III and His Highness, the Kingdom of Kaolin changed its sluggishness for nearly half a century and gradually showed signs of emergence from the haze of the Dragon Witch incident a hundred years ago.

This prince therefore has many friends and political allies in the kingdom, including not only humans and elves, but also dwarves and Istanis. It can be said that friends are all over the entire Kaurin-Ishurien.

However, it is precisely because of this that it is natural for the new king to be afraid of his uncle, and the prime minister's party also regards it as a thorn in his eyes and a thorn in his flesh.

But most of the legendary figures are circulating among the people about his early experiences and his strange appearance. Few people can truly outline the appearance of His Royal Highness in work and daily life. There are many different opinions about his personality and preferences.

Under the deliberate propaganda of the prime minister, most people believe that the prince is a sinister, cold-blooded conspirator who is planning many plans behind his back.

Even Fang Yu himself inevitably fell into this stereotype, but after Silmide had reminded him, he realized that he really didn't know what this prince was alone.

When he thought that the other party would meet him soon, he couldn't help but be curious. His Highness the Prince and the previous king Cialian III were brothers. The two were only a few years apart. The previous king had passed away. After careful consideration, His Highness the Prince was almost an old man in his seventies.

The former king Cirian III had a very good reputation among the people, and what kind of person was this old man who created an era with Cirian III?

The breakfast was still not rich, but everyone was at least full. Although the supplies seemed to be scarce, it would not have any serious consequences.

In fact, the town of Gray Owl is close to Gula Port, and theoretically there should be no shortage of materials. Fang Yu asked and found out that it was the Crow Claw Temple that rationed the entire town and implemented a relatively strict control system.

However, under the current environment, it is not wrong to do so.

After breakfast, everyone went out to do their own business separately. Luo Hao, Jita, and Miss Tata stayed in the hotel, responsible for analyzing the information and coordinating everyone in the center. If there is any emergency, they can also promptly feed it to everyone through this place.

The day before, Parker and Box returned to the hotel before the agreed time. It seemed that the two of them had nothing to do, so Fang Yu was too lazy to ask where they went.

Besides, he could guess that the Paparals must have had a small meal again, and he also knew that this guy had spent all his pocket money early in the morning, and this time he probably owed the box money again.

As for how much money the Paparals owe in the team, this is probably a number that God can say clearly.

After leaving the hotel, Fang Zhu took Luo Yu and Miss Mei straight out of the city.

Although the Crow Claw Temple implemented relatively strict control over the entire Gray Owl Town, they also saw a lot of patrolling gray knights on the street along the way, but they were not blocked when they left the city, as if nothing had happened on the court yesterday.

The Crow Claw Temple did not even send additional personnel to the town entrance.

There were only a few lazy guards on duty there, which was almost exactly the same as when they entered here yesterday. There was no knight in black and white battle robe around. There was a priest in black and white robe delivering leaflets there.

There was a raven's holy emblem on the other party's robe, which looked like the clergy of the Claw Temple.

Fang Yu was a little curious about the temple that suddenly appeared. He took the other party's leaflet and looked at it. He found that there were only a few sentences written on it, which were roughly Aidan's doctrine. But two sentences still attracted his attention:

‘The raven predicts the end of the world, when the storm is approaching, the world will fall into despair-’

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! ‘Great Aidan Ryan, listen to the name of my God, and the world will be redeemed.’

Eschatology and redemption, this set of methods is simply common in their world. Europeans were playing this set in the 14th century and even justified the name of indulgence to make money.

However, most of the people who inherited this mantle were cult organizations and folk charlatans. This is normal. If they do not cause panic, it will be difficult for these people to make profits from the troubled waters.

But it turns out that the day of Judgment has been moving backward from the centuries BC to the 22nd century, and even controlled nuclear fusion at room temperature is still fifty years away. However, the day of Judgment in religious legends is still far away.

But the situation in Aitalia is different. When Fang Yu saw these lines of text, he almost immediately thought of the arrival of the disaster star.

He looked up at the priest in a black robe. The other party was a young man in his twenties, with a pale face and curly black hair on his forehead. The young man looked at everyone with his black eyes and asked:

"War and disaster are coming, are you ready?"

Fang Yu was stunned and couldn't help but ask: "What are you preparing for?"

“Join us and believe in my God and you will be saved.”

Only then did Fang Yu realize that the other party was just a believer, shook his head and took Luo Yu and Miss Mei to leave there.

After walking out of Gray Owl Town, he turned around and asked, "Ms. May, is this the same thing for your missionary?"

May replied, "We are false believers and are not responsible for preaching. Moreover, I am the apologists. Preaching is the affairs of the pastors. Mr. Ed can ask his sister. Miss Tang Xin may know better than me." She compared the emblem on her chest. The emblem of the paladin is somewhat different from the emblem of the priest. It was a shield, and there was also Ouli's preferred weapon - a mace.

Fang Yu shook his head, let it go, his cousin was fine, Tang Xin just took the title of Pastor Milera, and had never received any training from the beginning - the summoner gained strength from God and gave God the faith. This is an exchange relationship and cannot be said to be a person inside the temple.

Mayi thought about it for a while before answering, "But I've seen them preach, and they should look similar."

The world with true gods is indeed different from theirs, Fang Zhu thought.

"Where are we going?" Luo Yu asked at this time.

Fang Zhu looked up and saw that the forest in the distance was covered with snow, and the whole world was covered in white.
To be continued...