soul devouring system

"Actually, it's nothing if you meet him in private."

Wang Dong persuaded.

Not being able to meet his lover, the pain king feels the same.

"I can't see him. I understand him. He's a fool. The more he sees, the more he thinks about it, and the more he thinks about it, the more he can't let go." Xi Ling's tone now became a little resentful.

"Then why did you agree to the request of the Guangming Cult... the temple?" Wang Dong said.

The more he knew about all these things, the more Wang Dong disliked these religions—although their intentions were not bad, and the matter of cherishing spirits was just a small sacrifice willingly and willingly under the general situation, but once he felt this kind of behavior in his heart If you feel bored, it will be difficult to have any good feelings for this thing.

It's like when you first see a person and think that this person is very bad, and later this person does a small, very small wrong thing, but after seeing it, people's hearts will infinitely magnify this matter.

No matter how this person does good deeds to make up for it later, this bad impression cannot be erased from his mind.

"This is an instruction from the gods... It is my honor to be the substitute of the saint." Xi Ling said.

Seeing that there was no hesitation or regret in her expression, Wang Dong secretly sighed in his heart: "Miss Xi Ling, your belief is really touching, and the God of Light will be happy to have believers like you."

How else can I communicate with this woman at this time?

Wang Dong didn't know how to describe her attitude towards faith other than "ignorance".

But people in this world are like this. In the homes of some fanatics, the concept of gods has been instilled in their children since they were born.

Xi Ling smiled happily.

Perhaps, dedicating herself to the gods really made her feel very proud?

After a while, Xi Ling regained consciousness, and the dignified lady continued: "Sir, Xi Ling invited you over this time, actually there is one more thing I would like to ask for your help."

"Please speak." Wang Dong cupped his hands.

"It's like this. Xi Ling has been here in Belmodi for four or five years. For the sake of confidentiality, she has never returned to her home these years... Although the bishop once said that he will not treat you badly. My family, but I still want you to go back to my home for me, and give the money to my parents." Xi Ling said.

Wang Dong rolled his eyes and asked, "Why doesn't Miss Xi Ling ask the people from the temple to do this?"

"My mother is also a loyal believer of the gods. I have followed her in the church since I was a child. If I pass it back in the name of the church, I am afraid that my mother will guess something." Xi Ling said.

"Then... the current saint has never been back?" Wang Dong asked.

"Have you seen the Holy Maiden?" Xi Ling asked in surprise.

"Yes, I did meet a saint on the way to Belmore, and the second prince even saved her several times. This saint told him your news." Wang Dong said.

"Is it really the Holy Lady?" Xi Ling became excited. "Where is the saint now? I haven't seen her for a long time."

"She should be recuperating in the Church of Light now. Miss Xiling, please don't be offended. I have never been very clear about the configuration of the temple, but the life of this saint seems to be 'miserable'. When I met her... ...Perhaps along the way, not only is there no half-secret guard, but there is only one high-level warrior with her on the bright side to ensure her safety, and there is also a 14 or 5-year-old high-level light mage , they want to cross the continent with such strength, this makes me feel quite—”

"What did you say? A 15-year-old high-level light mage?" Xi Ling's eyes widened as if he had heard some explosive news.

She didn't even have time to react, so she directly interrupted Wang Dong's question.

Wang Dong was stunned, and nodded slowly: "That's right, does Miss Xi Ling know who it is? That little girl is called Bertha, she is very strange, she doesn't even know her own strength..."

The strange thing is that Xi Ling didn't answer Wang Dong's words. She seemed to have fallen into the transition point of shock and contemplation. The world in her head was spinning rapidly and the expression on her face was changing. Ling didn't respond at all, and his doubts intensified. He suddenly wanted to know what the woman in front of him was thinking.

"Miss Xi Ling?" Wang Dong deliberately stepped forward and patted Xi Ling's shoulder lightly.

The woman finally came to her senses, and seeing Wang Dong's concerned expression, she hastily concealed the embarrassment and surprise in her expression.

"What's wrong?" Wang Dong asked again.

"Ah?" Xi Ling was stunned for less than half a second and immediately came back to her senses. She then smiled awkwardly: "No, it's just that I was a little excited when I heard that the saint came to Belmore... I don't know what Mr. thinks about my matter How is it?"

Wang Dong saw that she changed the subject, but he didn't bother to ask further questions.

"Is your hometown in the Will Empire?" Wang Dong asked.

The topic that Wang Dong didn't follow closely obviously made Xi Ling breathe a sigh of relief.

"Yes, it's in the Will Empire. My home is also within the imperial capital as it is now, but my father is an earl." Xi Ling said, she paused, and her tone was a little more apologetic: "Mr. , I know that these two continents are far away, if you have any problems, you can refuse my request."

"Hmm..." Wang Dong nodded, pondered for a while, and asked, "Is there no such thing as a teleportation circle that can be used?"

This is also something that he has always been doubtful about before Belmore.

It stands to reason that this world has magic that can teleport people a continent away—just like the excuse he made when he first lived in the village, it was a poor magician apprentice who was teleported there by the so-called magician "mentor" .

Perhaps it was because the people in the village had little experience back then, so no one knew whether the magician could teleport magic or not?
However, Xi Ling gave him a satisfactory answer.

"Sir, please don't worry, I will help you solve the problem of the teleportation circle, but this directional teleportation circle is not directly transmitted from the imperial capital to the imperial capital of the Will Empire. As far as I know, the closest one is also teleported to The northern edge of the Weier Empire is located, so I think I will have to trouble you for the rest of the journey." Xi Ling said.

"That's good, then it's okay if I promise you about it." Wang Dong said.

Aier and her cold sister are in the Will Empire, Wang Dong still wants to go to the Will Empire, at least he wants to find out that a member of the Wantu Continent and the Witch League is looking for his own broken No matter what happened, Will Continental also got involved.

Besides, wizards in this world need the strength of magicians to support them, so the number of wizards in Will Empire should be more than Wantu's.

Wang Dong still has one unresolved matter on his mind, and this matter must be dealt with by an experienced wizard.

Xi Ling on the side didn't have as many thoughts as Wang Dong. Seeing Wang Dong agreeing, the woman almost jumped up from the ground, which was a little girly.

Fortunately, her current body cannot support her to do such an "extraordinary" thing.

"Then, if there is nothing else, I won't disturb you here, after all, the second prince is still outside." Wang Dong said.

Xi Ling nodded.

"Yan'er."

With a soft call, it was the girl who had just led the way for Wang Dong. Wang Dong turned sideways and watched the girl walk into the room gracefully. He smiled politely, and the girl nodded politely. Lowering his head, he stood in front of Xi Ling respectfully, and said, "San Niang, what do you want me to do?"

"Lead this young master to our storehouse to get some this year's new rain camellia and money." Xi Ling said, and turned around to explain to Wang Dong: "Sir, I want the person you meet to see that Xinyu camellia will understand."

"En." Wang Dong nodded.

It seems that Xi Ling's love for her parents is still fresh in the years when she left home.

The girl agreed, and when she turned around, she looked curiously at Wang Dong who was standing aside.

It's just that Wang Dong didn't want to stay here any longer, so he smiled slightly with the girl and made way for him.

"Miss, please."

"Thank you." The girl hurriedly quickened her pace.

The two left from here, and there was only a lonely woman left in this room, but after Wang Dong and the girl left, the smile on the woman's face finally gradually disappeared, replaced by an unprecedented I don’t know what she was thinking, but she looked puzzled, and even the strength of her body seemed to have lost most of it——she sat on the solid wooden chair below her, rubbing her temples in frustration .

"My lord, isn't my sacrifice alone enough?"

On the way, Wang Dong also fell into deep thought.

He could see Xi Ling's soul, but when he finally came into contact with Xi Ling, the world in Xi Ling's mind was in chaos.

Wang Dong unexpectedly couldn't analyze what he wanted to see in her memory for a while.

"Sir, what should you call me?" The girl's voice interrupted Wang Dong's sorting and thinking.

Looking up, seeing the girl looking at him curiously, Wang Dong showed an unembarrassed smile: "Scala."

"Scala... Does the name have any meaning?" The girl didn't seem to find it strange.

"This means 'hermit' in Wantu Continent." Wang Dong explained.

"Ah?" The girl was very surprised: "Your parents are really... strange, they gave you such a name."

"Hehe." Wang Dong laughed dryly twice.

I have been told about my name many times, but Wang Dong still does not intend to change the name.

The girl seemed to think that Wang Dong was angry because of this, and hurriedly apologized: "Sorry, sorry, I was just curious... My name is Yan'er, and I am Sanniang's maid."

"Your name sounds nicer than mine, and it suits you better. You have a sweet smile." Wang Dong praised the girl smoothly.

"Hey, Sanniang gave me this name, I didn't call it that before." This little maid was quite talkative.

"Your San Niang is also kind-hearted, is she like this on weekdays?" Wang Dong asked.

"That's right! Sanniang is the wife that our master loves the most. No matter what other wives want to compete with Sanniang, they can't compete with Sanniang! But Sanniang's temperament is not willing to compete with them, I think This is probably why the master loves Sanniang so much." Yan'er said.

"Maybe…"

Yan'er thought for a while and said, "Mr. Scala, what's your relationship with Sanniang?"

"Me?" Wang Dong was at a loss for words, and after a while, he said, "I'm from my hometown."

"Fellow countryman?" Yan'er seemed a little puzzled, and continued to ask, "Where is Sanniang's hometown?"

"Hehe." Wang Dong didn't rush, and replied, "You little girl, are you trying to trick me?"

Yan'er waved her hands again and again: "No, no, no, no! It's just that I have served Sanniang for three years, and Sanniang has never mentioned anything about her hometown to me. When I asked others, the people in this house didn't know anything about it. I don’t want to tell me—but I can see Sanniang sitting alone in front of the window sill almost every year during the New Year’s holidays, saying things like ‘I’m homesick’ and ‘I’ll go back one day’. I just thought if I could buy some hometown specialties that Sanniang likes to help Sanniang..."

Wang Dong smiled: "You little girl has a lot of intentions, but——you are working next to your Sanniang, it's better to only do some things as much as possible, after all, you are just a little maid, and you do too much Instead, you will be punished by your master."

Yan'er seems to understand, but she is a clever villain, so Wang Dongyan didn't ask any more questions.

"What do you do, sir?" Yan'er brought the topic to Wang Dong.

"Me? I... can be regarded as an adventurer." Wang Dong said.

"Adventurer?" Yan'er looked her up and down.

"What? It doesn't look like it?" Wang Dong raised his arms and let the little girl observe.

"Well, not like that! You are more like a nobleman!" Yan'er said.

Wang Dong was taken aback.

This was the first time someone said that he looked like a nobleman when chatting with him, but seeing the smile on the corner of the little girl's mouth, Wang Dong knew that the little girl was joking about himself—the servants of big families just have a kind of Wang Dong doesn't dislike her "special skill" of being able to chat happily with anyone.

"I don't think you look like a maid." Wang Dong said, but he was more ruthless, and the words were cut off in half.

Let this Yan'er act coquettishly with her, but don't tell her the answer—the time I spent with her was not long, and after the two of them arrived at the family warehouse and took out some items to be used, Wang Dong broke up with her. road.

After writing down this incident, Wang Dong came to the front hall as if nothing had happened. Ka Qiqi fainted and couldn't wake up for a while.

Ninth Princess was very anxious about this.

Not only did he call the pharmacist in the palace room, but he also directly summoned the animal cart in the palace to take him back. This time, Wang Dong also met the fourth prince who was said to have a good relationship with the Cavaliers. However, the appearance of this fourth prince is really horrible - this country seems to be very fanatical about pharmacy, so fanatical that the appearance of this fourth prince can't help being young and mature, and even his hair seems to be a little bald.