Chapter 67 Mu Xiu will be destroyed by the forest wind
In the world of Faerûn, in addition to the fallen goddess of time, there are six other true gods, namely the goddess of magic Mystra, the goddess of life Lelondo, the goddess of nature Hera, the moon god Phoebe, and the god of death Osiris.
, and the sun god Apollo Ding.
Among these six gods, the most powerful is naturally the goddess of magic, Mystra. She is also the god-king recognized by Father God Peter Pan Gu, but the most widely followed sun god, Apollo Ding, has many followers.
It's simple. With the magic net, she doesn't need to preach at all. Countless people will naturally come to give her the power of faith, so she doesn't need to steal believers.
Second, the world of Faerûn is ultimately a world where agriculture occupies the most important position. Farming requires the sun, so most of the common people, even slaves, are believers of the sun god.
It can also be said that in the entire world of Faerûn, no matter which country there is, there will be a Sun Temple. Even in the Char Empire, which is known as the country of the unbelievers, there are still a small number of people who believe in the Sun God!
In the Temple of the Sun branch in Yalaschi, Britain, in the office of the archbishop of the temple, a man wearing a white robe is playing war chess with himself. The so-called war chess is a kind of chess that is very popular in the entire world of Faerûn.
It is a kind of sport. The inventor has long been unknown. The general gameplay is that two armies fight and the game ends by killing the enemy's leader.
This man is obviously very involved. Whenever he is on one side, he will think carefully for a long time before picking up the chess pieces. The only person who can play chess in this room and be so leisurely can only be the Archbishop of the Sun Temple.
Lanthe Farrell.
"Dang~dang~"
"Come in," Lantes did not raise his head, still concentrating on playing chess with himself.
"Your Majesty Bishop, this is newly received information."
"Put it on the table."
"Yes, Lord Bishop!" The person who came to deliver the message obviously knew this strange archbishop very well and knew that he didn't like to be disturbed while playing chess, so he respectfully put the information on the table and left!
After a long time, when one party finally defeated the other, the archbishop raised his head and picked up the received information.
Although the information has been compiled, it is still very fragmented. Most of it is about what happened somewhere on such a certain date and year. They seem to be of little value, but the archbishop attaches great importance to these and still reads every piece of information patiently.
"Huh?" When he saw one of the pieces of information, something seemed to change on his calm face.
"On the night of December 27, 4349, at No. 840, Third Street and Seventh Avenue, a residential area in Alaska City, the person under surveillance was Kyle Beate, age 24.
"
"Intelligence source, accidentally obtained."
"Information content, a mysterious man told Kyle Beate not to use this ability in the future. Although you may temporarily fall back to an intermediate knight, I think with your talent and experience as a high-level knight
It feels like it’s not too difficult to sprint against high-level knights, do you understand?”
"Kyle's clear answer is, yes!"
"Note: The strength of this man is unknown, but he can know before me that I am outside the door. The intelligence level is important, important!"
Lantes did not stop his gaze. After reading all the remaining information, he clasped his hands together and leaned on his bench. He was deep in thought, obviously thinking.
What was he talking about? Suddenly, he smiled, "A twenty-four-year-old high-level knight has really terrible talent, but unfortunately geniuses usually die young..."
"Repeat what I said."
"You can't use that ability, you can't expose the space ring, and you can't spend money randomly!"
"Well," Don Quixote nodded with satisfaction, "If there is no need in the future, I think we won't see each other for a while!"
"Where are you going?"
"I have some things to finish. Goodbye."
"Goodbye..." Looking at Don Quixote's back, Kyle murmured. She couldn't understand this man more and more. When she cared about herself, she really cared. When she was repairing her soul before, she was the only one.
I knew how much it took, but when I left, I did it so simply that I didn’t even look back...
"The goddess of life said that if you don't understand something, you don't need to waste your life thinking about it. The answer will naturally come when the time comes." After reciting this sentence several times, Kyle turned back to the house and continued to sleep, because
She... has a day off today!
"Good night, madam, I want a ticket for the steam locomotive to Xerath." Don Quixote, who had changed his body again, said with a smile, "By the way, I want the last carriage.
sorry to bother you."
Under the psychic magic that Don Quixote quietly cast, the girl selling the tickets did not hesitate at all, and even forgot to accept the money. Of course, Don Quixote was not a person who wanted to eat the king's meal, and he still took the initiative to take the money.
The money was paid.
"He is so charming," this was the only thought in the mind of the ticket seller after Don Quixote left.
It was already late at night, and this train was also the last steam locomotive to leave Arras for the day and go to Zelas. It could also be regarded as the last train at midnight.
In the world of Faerûn, except for businessmen and nobles, few people travel. Because the long time and expensive consumption deter most civilians, even Britain with steam locomotives, so this time
There were not too many people on the steam locomotive, especially the last carriage. Counting Don Quixote, there were only seven or eight people. This made Don Quixote, who was used to being crowded on trains in his previous life, seem a little uncomfortable.
Aren’t trains supposed to be crowded?
Accompanied by the sound of steam gushing out, the steam locomotive finally started slowly. The carriage was very quiet. Don Quixote sat there and looked through Alsace's notes. The other people had basically rested, and they could see that
The carriage that came out was basically filled with businessmen. They were so tired from running around that they had no time to talk. What they wanted to do was rest hard and then sell all the goods in the next day.
But there is one exception, that is a bard, who looks to be in his thirties, looks very easy-going, and seems to be the kind of person who can easily attract listeners. The attire of a bard is easy to identify, because this is how they make a living.
Yes, if people can't tell that they are bards at a glance, how can they attract listeners and make money?
The bard did not sleep, but used the free light in the car to carefully clean his instrument. It looked similar to a guitar, but much smaller. Don Quixote did not know the name of this instrument.
In fact, he himself is also tone-deaf. Although his singing is not unpleasant, it is definitely not pleasant.
As if feeling Don Quixote's gaze, the bard raised his head, smiled at Don Quixote, and then continued to wipe his instrument.
Along with the bumps of the steam locomotive, Don Quixote's body also swayed slightly. Finally, after reading half of the notes, he closed the notes and put them in his arms.
According to calculations, the steam locomotive at this speed should have left the monitoring range of Yalaschi Station at this time!
Thinking of this, Don Quixote slowly raised one of his fingers, and then with his finger as the center, a faint wave floated around, whether it was the bard who was still wiping his instrument,
Those businessmen who were about to go to bed but had not yet fallen asleep, all lay down on the table and fell asleep. Moreover, the fluctuation range of this spell was not small, and even many people in the previous carriage were also
Falling asleep together...
"Extra! Extra! The only two intersecting railway tracks between the city of Yalaschi and the capital Zelas were completely demolished by the mysterious mage last night! A steam locomotive leading to Yalaschi derailed halfway, and there were no personnel.
casualties!"
In the streets and alleys of Zeras, countless newsboys were shouting slogans excitedly. Obviously, such explosive news would definitely attract the attention of many people, including the instigator Don Quixote.
"Bring me a newspaper."
"Yes, sir."
"How much?"
"Three copper coins a share."
Don Quixote found a random step and sat down, watching his prank with great interest. The first thing that caught his eye was a huge head, which looked like the body on the steam locomotive. "According to the Harper,
Mr. Vallott, a member of the alliance, recalled that after the steam locomotive traveled a certain distance, the mage first used hypnosis on everyone, and then passed through the roof of the steam locomotive like a ghost..."
"I said it spread so fast, I didn't expect that the so-called bard would have two more lives," Don Quixote couldn't help but laugh a few times. Of course, this discovery also sounded the alarm for Don Quixote. Not all
Bards are all part of the Harpers Alliance, but it is certain that every bard in the Harpers Alliance has some ability. It seems that I was careless again and didn't even notice that he was pretending to be unconscious.
"But it's right to think about it. After all, that organization is famous for its disguise! Anyway, it's good that the plan is successful. I guess the woman named Arthur must be very angry!" Don Quixote knew very well that he likes to be in control.
What all guys hate the most is others disrupting her rhythm. To make her angry like this is even more fulfilling than defeating her.
It’s true that you are the King of Knights, I can’t beat you, and I can’t be mad at you! I tear down one of your railroad tracks every day, and your Britain will return to primitive society in a month. Of course, this is just what Don Quixote thought in his mind.
It was just a thought, he didn't really want to offend the King of Knights!
"Bang!" Just as Don Quixote guessed, Arthur Pendry slapped the newspaper on the table angrily after reading it. Merlin beside him was also dumbfounded, although the portrait was different.
, but it is too easy for a mage to change his appearance. The only one who can make such a child-like counterattack is the mage whose thoughts are as unconstrained as the sky.
"Your Majesty, should we send some spies to lurk in every car, so that when he appears again, we will know his location."
After just a short while, Arthur Pendry had already regained his composure, "No need, I think he won't do anything again after what he did this time!"
"Then let's just let this matter go?" Although Merlin said this, in his heart he hoped to let it go. He knew very well that enmity with such a genius mage was not a big deal for a country.
It's a good thing, it's a waste of huge manpower and material resources and it's better to catch him in the end. If he is not caught and becomes a deadly enemy, if he grows up in the future, it will be a disaster for this country.
"Forget it, so what? This bastard looks like a loach!"
"As ordered, my king, let me leave the rest of the matter to you."
Arthur Pendry nodded, "I want to retreat for a while. I will discuss this matter later when I have a chance. Let this bastard go for the time being. By the way, where is Liya?"
"I rode Simba out, saying I was going camping or something..."
"Huh~~" King Arthur took a deep breath, "This girl is getting more and more annoying..."