Gretel successfully advanced and was very proud of himself. While he was celebrating with his friends, there was a person who was living a miserable life and was suffering unspeakably.
The Cult of Radiance, Inquisition, Vice-President of Lucerne.
Nearly a year ago, the deputy referee was ordered to die by the chief referee, "If he can't kill anyone, he will go there himself." Since then, he has been in a state of life and death:
I sent someone over to inquire about the news and found that the target had returned to Nevis;
Send people over to assassinate, but nothing will happen;
If you want to send a higher-level killer, check your wallet and bribe one more, you will become a pauper...
And what future will a deputy chief referee who has become a pauper have in the Inquisition and the Glorious Holy See?
The best outcome is to be marginalized and transferred to an ordinary casual job in a rural area, and to provide for retirement from now on; the worst outcome is...
In the secret cells of the Inquisition, there are no former members of the Inquisition, or even high-level officials. After arresting so many people and killing so many people, is there really no backlash?
The deputy referee of Lucerne counted and counted his savings. Finally, he gritted his teeth and made a decision that went against his ancestors:
He wants to go to the Kingdom of Kent in person.
Of course, he is not going to assassinate the target personally. What are you thinking about? His professional level is only level 13, which is nothing in Nevis City. He is still a priest, not a knight, and there is no warrior to assist him. How can he kill people?
Is it that easy?
The Carlisle who faced him before was already level 14!
As such, he is still relatively weak among the disciples of the Lord of Thunder! That Gretel Nordmark is in Nevis, in his mage tower, under the protection of the Lord of Thunder, how can he be so easy to kill?
?
But he still has to go to the Kingdom of Kent. Once in the Kingdom of Kent, the Holy City is far away, and it is not easy for the power of the Shining God to reach out. He will not go to Nevis, but will find a small place to live in the surrounding areas and wait patiently for the opportunity.
If you really can't find the opportunity and the Holy See is pressing hard, the worst possible outcome is to flee to the New World!
Although life is a little harder, although enjoyment is less, although all around you are uncivilized aborigines...
But he can survive! Walking deeper into the land, the vast new continent, the Holy See’s hand will not be easily stretched out, and those magicians and pagans will not be able to find him easily!
If you randomly find an indigenous tribe, with his 13th level priest level, he will definitely be offered up as a sacrifice!
The deputy referee of Lucerne disguised himself and hid in a small town in the county next to Nevis. He read the newspaper every day and often inquired about news. Then he knew that Gretel Nordmark had advanced to level 7 shortly after returning to Nevis.
Level mage;
Then he knew that Gretel Nordmark had produced a bunch of results again;
So he knew that Gretel Nordmark was working with the medical branch, Black Crow Swamp, and many magicians to do research...
Moreover, this target is too autistic. The deputy referee of Lucerne worked hard to find out that the target has been in Nevis for six years, but he has only left Nevis three times! Three times!
Two parliamentary missions, one return home, and the rest of the time, I stayed in Nevis doing research. A large group of guards were required to do parliamentary missions. I returned home very quickly, and the eighth-level silver-moon deer walked with long legs.
It's hundreds of miles away and I can't even catch up...
Look at other magicians and other professionals. If there are monsters here, go and catch them. If there are strange celestial phenomena there, run over to see them. They can be found in mountains, forests, swamps, and deserts. Such targets are so easy to kill.
ah!
Kill a few and walk away, and no one will know about it for half a year!
The Deputy Magistrate of Lucerne waited and waited. Finally, when he arrived at the Oak Grove Medical Clinic, there was news about a mage tower. Now, there is a mage tower where he lives, and there is a mage tower where he works?
This is simply an iron wall! There is a huge difference in how difficult it is to kill a magician in a mage tower and a magician who is not in a mage tower!
Moreover, even if the magician relaxes his vigilance, the magician tower can automatically scan and automatically alert those who enter the envelope, especially high-level professionals. Once the magician is attacked, the magician tower's support, defense, and attack will
It follows automatically.
There is no hope!
Gotta go!
The Vice-President of Lucerne gritted his teeth and made up his mind. He disguised himself again and went around the Kingdom of Kent to get rid of the Holy See's spy. Then, he purchased a batch of salt and directly found a channel in the name of a small businessman.
Ships to the New World.
Gone, gone!
I don’t care about the targeted elimination of targets or “go there in person if you can’t kill anyone anymore”!
Life is the most important, staying alive is the most important, save your life and you will always have a chance in the future!
At most, the target can't always stay in Nevis, right? He has to come out to practice, right? So many magicians are coming to the New World, maybe he will come too one day, right?
Maybe then, in the vast new continent, he will be able to meet the opponent and kill him? The Holy See's order was to "go there in person and kill him." It did not say where to kill, nor did it limit the order.
When to kill...
The deputy referee of Lucerne huddled in a narrow cabin and swayed on the sea for nearly a month, finally swaying to the New World. He jumped off the ship and rubbed his eyes.
"Ouch! Bad luck!"
High up in the harbor, the pilot lighthouse stands majestically. Looking down, you can see the light from more than ten miles away. It is also a mage tower!
But there was nothing we could do. The destination of the ship that Deputy Magistrate Lucerne was looking for was the settlement established by the Magic Council in the middle of the Northern Continent. Without the Mage Tower, that would have been impossible!
This small town named Waltham was built on a natural deep-water harbor. A very small part of the residents are magicians and warriors from the Parliament, as well as businessmen, clerks, etc.; the other half live in the Kingdom of Kent and have no means of living.
A poor person who sold his body for money and was hired to work in the New World.
There are also more than half of them who are the surrounding indigenous people, bustling in and out, carrying various local specialties, including whole bison hides, beef tendons, dried and cured wild boar meat, and rich beaver skins of different sizes.
Pearls, as well as various medicinal materials and Warcraft materials...
Same thing, sell to these tall outsiders with white skin, golden brown, brown and red hair, and then exchange them for weapons and healing potions.
The entire Waltham, port area, and trading area were abuzz with noise. As for why there wasn't a fight...
Lucerne only walked three streets when he saw a mage tower in the distance, standing at the end of the street. He turned around, immediately changed direction, walked through two intersections, and saw another mage tower.
The twin towers faced each other far away, forming a triangle with the port lighthouse. Lucerne was frightened, tried his best to contain all his aura, and walked out along the roadside. After turning an intersection, he saw a group of soldiers talking and laughing, walking from the opposite side carrying weapons.
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Looking up again, oh, the Temple of the God of War.
Next, he saw the Temple of the Spring Goddess and a lush oak tree. The crown of the tree spread outwards, covering an area of about half an acre... The deputy referee of Lucerne said that there was no fluctuation in his heart at all.
In short, just go! Go quickly! Go inland, go to a place where the power of those pagans who play with magic can't reach!
The deputy magistrate of Lucerne sold two bags of salt at the port, purchased a batch of daily necessities, and hired a carriage to drive inland. He rushed to an indigenous tribe and sold a batch of goods; then he rushed to an indigenous tribe and sold another batch.
goods.
Unconsciously, he had passed by seven or eight tribes, which was a full month's journey inland. Finally, he found a small tribe to live in seclusion near the Thunder Lake, two days away from the lake shore.
The reason why it is called "Thunder Lake" is because the local aboriginal legend says that if you walk northeast along the shore of the lake for five days and five nights, you will reach the end of the lake and then keep going north. You will come to a high cliff with a waterfall all day long.
The torrent is rushing and the thunder is unceasing.
It is said that there was once a warrior whose bride was taken away by the chief and he was driven out of the tribe. The warrior fought to the death and came to the place of thunder and jumped down. He was swept into the lake by the huge waves, but he was invincible.
He survived with his courage and perseverance and became an extremely powerful warrior.
He returned to the tribe, successfully killed the chief, and took back his bride. From then on, he lived happily with his lover. On the side of Thunder Falls, there is a narrow and elegant white waterfall, which is the veil worn by the bride...
Lucerne didn't want to hear a word of these words. Even though he was hundreds of miles away, he could feel the gathering of elements that frightened him from the direction pointed by the natives.
The extremely powerful water element, and maybe the thunder element? He would definitely not be surprised if that place was occupied by powerful high-level monsters. He would definitely not be surprised if a mage tower stood there.
So, be quiet, just be quiet. Stay away, stay calm, and go find out the news when you have time...
The deputy referee of Lucerne lived in seclusion as he wished. As a small businessman who knew some healing skills, he brought much-needed supplies to the indigenous tribes and cured two patients. He was immediately enthusiastically retained by them.
This small tribe of less than 500 people had just lost its healer.
The natives gave up the house where the former elder lived and refurbished all the straw mats inside. Each household contributed their treasured animal skins. They promised that as long as he would stay and treat the people of the tribe, all food and drink would be free of charge.
It’s up to the tribe to contribute…
It sounds good. However, the Lucerne deputy referee only stayed for three days and felt that life would be worse than death.
How long had it been since this shabby house had been cleaned? It smelled so old that it made him want to die all the time!
This shabby house doesn’t even have a sewer! To go to the toilet, you have to brave the wind and snow and run into the wild! He asked the natives to get him a barrel and send someone to dump it, but they actually told him that there was no such rule!
What do these poor tribes eat! Suspicious grain cakes, with either stones or sand mixed in; fruit wine that tastes extremely thin and a little sour! The surface of the meat that has been dried for who knows how long is completely black!
Is it too much to just want to survive and reduce my living standard to this level? Otherwise, why not take a risk and go deeper inland to find a larger tribe?
But the living standards of the indigenous people are just like this... Should we live in the small town of Waltham?
Or maybe just go back to the Kingdom of Kent?
Lucerne stirred the tubers and grains of unknown origin in the wooden bowl, thinking deeply. Before he could come up with a conclusion, the door was pushed open, and a dozen soldiers filed in and saluted him:
"Elder, we need your wisdom to guide us. Famine is coming..."
What, even this little thing, will I not be able to eat enough in the future?
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