I lost the sun god

This is really good news!

Earl Hustrom nodded, then lowered his head so that the man across from him could not see the smile in his eyes, "I will give this land to you."

"thank you very much."

While speaking, Antonio transformed into a clouded leopard and jumped onto the wall of the castle, "Mr. Earl, do you really not consider believing in our Lord? Our church will not be raising funds for the time being."

So let's write a letter, and you don't need money for a letter.

"No, I have a firm belief in the tyrant." Count Husterm stood firm.

As soon as he finished speaking, the figure of the clouded leopard disappeared on top of the earl's wall.

A hundred meters away from the castle, Antonio, who had transformed into a clouded leopard, sighed.

If Earl Hustrum could believe in the God of Agriculture, he could persuade the Earl to make all the serfs in his fief believe in the God of Agriculture.

It's a pity that his belief in the tyrant is too firm.

After a few breaths, Antonio came to the weapon shop next to the Temple of the Crucible, and before going in, he changed back to his own appearance.

"Hi, is your boss there?"

"I am." The dwarf, who was naked in the cold weather, with extremely strong muscles and a height of only 07 meters, looked sideways at the strange man who called him by name as soon as he came in, and asked curiously: "Can you find me?" What's matter?"

"Hello, I want to build my lord's temple here, and this has also been approved by Count Husterm." Antonio spread his hands, and an image of him talking with Count Husterm appeared on his palm, which was used to It proves that this place was indeed given to him by Count Hustum.

"Okay, I'll move out now." Seeing the video, the owner of the weapon shop started to pack his things. He didn't suspect that Antonio was lying.

There is no need for the spellcaster to tell such a lie to himself, a dwarf who can only forge weapons, that will be exposed when asked, and except for the priest of the dark sun, the priests of other gods will basically not lie.

"Thank you for your understanding."

After watching the dwarves put everything into the space ring, Antonio first threw a seed to the weapon store. After the seed grew quickly and destroyed the weapon store, he stood on the ruins of the weapon store and took back his own seed.

"The Lord said that there should be a temple here to provide shelter for the believers." Antonio cast a big prophecy.

Immediately afterwards, a magnificent temple appeared in front of everyone.

"What did I see?"

"The temple, there is a temple here!"

"Which god's temple is this? It's a bit like the temple of the great Dawn Lord?"

It was found that the things here attracted the attention of many people. They gathered around and looked at the temple curiously, guessing who the gods believed in were.

Looking at these potential believers of the God of Agriculture, Antonio smiled and said, "This is the temple of the God of Agriculture, everyone is welcome to come and pray to our Lord."

Hearing that this is the temple of a god that has never been heard before, the crowd of onlookers dispersed suddenly.

In the cold wind, Antonio stood alone at the door of the temple, with his mouth slightly open.

……

Seeing that his first temple in another world was established on the main plane, Jiang Hao temporarily withdrew his gaze, and turned his gaze to another plane,

"It's time to go to the Mechanic Realm of Clock Nirvana to find the scroll of Nether."

"But before that, I need to find the old man first. His identity will be very helpful for my trip."

Chapters 3 and [-]: The Magic Tower from the Age of Netheril

"Just ahead, we're almost there."

On the snow-covered land, several adventurers who wrapped themselves tightly left footprints one by one. Soon, they found a collapsed tower.

The tall tower was half-tilted on the snowy ground, most of the tower body had disappeared, and a thick layer of white snow had accumulated on the exposed parts, which proved that no one had cleaned it for a long time.

"This is the magic tower left over from the Netheril era. The owner of the magic tower should be a legendary mage of the Nether Empire, and most likely a member of the Magic Council. Although after so many years, the magic circle of this magic tower It must have stopped working, but everyone still has to cheer up and be careful." The only one among the adventurers, the only one among the adventurers who was not tightly wrapped, but was wearing a gorgeous mage robe, Tingen Archmage told his companions.

"A magic tower in the era of Netheril? It looks like it has been seriously damaged. Is there really a treasure inside that will make us all rich?" A man with a fierce face and a long scar on his face The man stared and questioned.

Although he has never delved into history, he also knows that the Netheril era has been hundreds of thousands of years ago, or even millions of years ago. If this magic tower is intact, the magic circle recorded in the magic tower can Ensure that the contents inside are not invaded by time, and you can sell a good price for any magic item from the Netheril era.

But this magic tower is obviously broken. Can the magic items inside really survive hundreds of thousands of years or even millions of years without being damaged?Broken magic items aren't worth much.

Hearing his teammates' doubts, Archmage Tingen said with a clear smile, "You don't understand, the magic towers in the Netheril era are usually connected to the demiplane."

"And those mages generally put their collections in the demiplane."

Hearing these words, Archmage Tingen's teammates smiled from the bottom of their hearts and walked in one after another.

Because the tower was missing, the entire magic tower was almost exposed to the outside world, and white snowflakes floated in from the outside, covering the inside of the magic tower with a thick layer of snow.

But this is not difficult for Archmage Tingen and his teammates. The people here are at least level 15 senior professionals, and Blizzard can't stop them.

Soon, they passed through the spiral staircase to the top of the magic tower.

Because there is no broken relationship at the top, the inside seems to be well preserved.

A wooden table, a pen made of the hair of an unknown species on the table, and a paper made of the skin of the same unknown species. The ink on it has dried up, and the writing on the paper is only half written. The owner of this magic tower was in a hurry when he left.

In the cage that fell to the ground, there were stones of unclear color. Judging from the shape, it could be vaguely seen that it used to be an animal, and there were deep scratches on the floor.

"This is a letter. The owner of the letter said that he has discovered a method of casting spells that does not pass through the magic net."

The voice of Archmage Tingen stopped here.

A method of casting spells that does not pass through the magic net?

Have the mages of the Nether Empire mastered magic to this extent?

The mage grew more and more admirable for the Netheril era.

Getting rid of the domination of the gods and casting spells without using the magic net is something that spellcasters like them dare not dream of, but the mages of the Nether Empire have done it. He can only say that the Nether Empire is worthy of Nether empire!

"It seems that there is no treasure you mentioned here."

The man with the scar who first questioned asked again.

"It's coming soon."

Master Tingen took out a black glove and put it on his right hand, then carefully picked up the paper, and put the letter that had gone through endless years into his space ring.

This unfinished letter may not be worth much, but it can be shown off to friends.

After doing this, he took out a scroll from his space ring and tore it apart.