Destiny Thief

Chapter 168 Layout II

Apart from the young people in front of me, there were no other people in the prayer room.Vera knew very well that this voice that had experienced vicissitudes was definitely not something that these young people could utter—the voice seemed to vibrate circles of ripples in the air, and he could vaguely perceive a trace of familiar powerful force from it.

Plain, persistent, with few emotional ups and downs, very much like those ascetics in the church—most of them are not famous, but Vera knows that it is these unknown people who have the most steadfast saints. Faith and the purest divine power.

There was an ascetic by his side!
Bishop Vera tried to get in touch with the voice spiritually, but after he closed his eyes and felt it carefully, the voice disappeared without a trace like a fading tide, and Vera believed that the ascetic would not A sound transmission was sent to him - within the range of his spiritual perception, he did not find the source of the sound.Then, there is only one possibility: that ascetic is stronger than him.

But why didn't he want to show up to meet each other?
In the Holy Glory Church, ascetics are a special group. They have no hierarchy, nor are they subordinate or obey others. All their principles of conduct are based on their own beliefs.And the evil Dill's undead, as the sworn enemy of the Holy Radiance Church, have always been targeted by them.

The ascetic was unwilling to show his face, but he sent a voice transmission again, which seemed to hint at something special——what Bishop Vera saw when he contacted the "prophecy", he vaguely guessed, maybe, that lord Some sort of arrangement is being made.

"Sir Bishop!"

Miss Knight Alisa yelled softly.After she saw that the bishop listened to their report, she didn't seem to have any reaction. After a long while, she couldn't help but remind her.

"I already know this news."

The host of the Avron church came back from the almost trance, he smiled and glanced at the young people in front of him, and quickly said: "There are huge waves lurking under the calm water. I think that this recent chain of events is not simple. The dead in the shadows stretched out their sinful claws, and we must cut them off-"

"The guests are coming soon!"

That voice sounded in Bishop Villa's mind again, and said something.With his hands behind his back, he said to these young people, "Okay, the next trouble will be dealt with by the church."

"What about us?"

Alyssa asked.As a knight with priesthood status, facing the dead in Dill, she felt that she had the obligation to draw her sword and participate in the frontal battle.She opened her eyes wide and saw the figure under the white robe of Bishop Vera turning around and walking towards the prayer room:
"Miss Alisa, you have done a good job so far. Shenghui is with you and me!"

This?
Bishop Vera's answer seemed to be a little bit wrong. Alisa and her two knight companions were wondering, when the priest Winnie approached him, "It's getting late, Alisa, we should go back too. rest."

"But I feel that the situation is a bit weird."

"Really? Maybe you think too much."

Cody interjected. He stretched his arms and let out a long yawn, "We are exhausted these days. Lars, what about you?"

"It's been a long night, I can't sleep in my heart."

"Speak human! Don't you read too many poetry collections of those crappy bards?"

"We shouldn't miss a good show."

Lars looked at the armor [Hoarfrost] on Alisa. On it, the white brilliance gradually gathered and condensed into a thin layer, which looked like it was covered with a layer of snow-white frost. ——This is the origin of the name of this set of armor, and since Alisa got the armor, the three of them have understood what this means.

The force of natural disaster is approaching step by step.

The moon is missing in the night sky, hidden in layers of dim clouds. The moonlight is very weak this night, and due to the curfew, in the streets, apart from the torches in the hands of patrolling soldiers, there are only the orange lights of stars falling in large numbers of houses and buildings. - During this period of 553 years in the continental calendar, the civilization of magic and alchemy technology had not spread in the northern part of the Kingdom of Elant. Most nobles and commoners still used oil lamps in their homes and in public places: usually made of It is made from the fat of animals, with a wick woven from cotton or linen.

The bright lights illuminated the sharp-edged faces. Two young men and a red-haired girl were sitting opposite each other around a small table in the living room.There were several bottles of wine and three tall crystal wine glasses on the table, which contained some transparent liquid, not the expensive Calthus red wine that nobles usually enjoy, nor the common ale with pan-acid taste, this wine It has a particularly pungent smell. When you smell it carefully, it is like a fire pouring from the nostrils into the chest cavity.

"This is a specialty from Flying Eagle Fort. It is said that it is brewed from potatoes."

"The taste is really choking."

The red-haired girl picked up the wine glass and took a sip of her mouth. In just a moment, her face turned red, as if she was about to bleed—she stretched out her hand to pinch her throat, and while patting her chest, her breathing suddenly began to become short of breath.

"I find this stuff worse than the worst ale."

"Because this is a man's wine, which can make people forget their fatigue and pain. Now I can finally understand those soldiers."

As soon as he finished speaking, he poured himself another full glass and drank it all in one gulp—Seeing that Markuro drank so much, Glo could not help but click his tongue secretly.He knew that this kind of high-alcohol spirits existed in the game. Usually, people in the extreme northern wilderness used it to keep warm from the cold, and it was difficult for ordinary nobles and commoners to adapt to this taste.

The inner volume of the goblet in his hand was not too large, but after a rough estimate, Glo had at least two to three taels. Until now, he had forgotten how many cups Marcoro, who was wrapped in bandages, had drunk. , but seeing a pile of empty wine bottles on the table, he discovered for the first time that the future city lord is a hero in wine.

Fortunately, this world does not have the custom of drinking with leaders.

He took a few sips carefully. The alcoholic product brewed from potatoes had a strong irritation to the throat and a knife-like taste. As soon as the liquid flowed into the stomach, he felt that his whole body immediately became hot - previous life The homeboy didn't like this kind of strong drink. After trying it for a while, he put down the glass.

Then, he saw Makuro, and Lina-san raised the glass again.

(End of this chapter)