That's a fake elf

"Done!" Ken Rohag slapped his thigh, his face full of joy.

"Then bring it!" Li Ang stretched out his hand with a smile on his face, making Ken Rohag suddenly startled.

"What?" Ken Rohag asked with a puzzled look.

"The contract!"

"Are you talking about a piece of paper with dense words written on it?" Ken Rohag scratched his hair, with an embarrassed expression on his face.

"Of course." Although he was a little confused as to why Ken Rohag had such an expression, Li Ang still nodded.

"No, I used that thing as a toilet paper when I was on Kuroshio Island."

Ken Rohag's words made Li Ang flash a hint of displeasure in his eyes, and he had the urge to beat this guy up.

The paper used to sign the contract has been processed by magic. It has been witnessed by the gods and is also enchanted with divine power. It is indestructible to water and fire and cannot be destroyed by ordinary methods.

Although savages have simple minds and well-developed limbs, it is impossible for them not to understand this.

"It seems that you are not going to cooperate." Li Ang's expression turned cold, and the [Meteor Spear] appeared in his hand, and his body was filled with murderous aura.

"I swear to Palona, ​​the great god of war, that I never deceived you. I really used that thing as a toilet paper when I went to the toilet. All my subordinates knew about it."

Looking at the lightning on the Meteor Gun, Ken Rohag swallowed.

"Impossible. When Drake signs an important contract with someone, he usually asks the supreme bishop of the Holy Church to help draw up it." Li Ang had no expression on his face, poked Ken Rohag's side with a gun, and snorted coldly:

"Even she herself would not dare to violate the contract easily."

"Because either party to the contract dares to violate and insult the contract, the gods will impose bad luck or even divine punishment in their own domain of power."

"Drake didn't tell me this. I thought the contract was no different from the labor contract signed by the mages and me." After listening to Li Ang's words, Ken Rohag's big bronze face suddenly turned blue and red:

"If I pick that thing back up from the toilet now, can I still save it?"

"Have you ever been tricked by a mage?" Although Li Ang was confused, he still asked why Ken Rohag did not pay attention to the contract.

"Damn it, those merchants and mages did me a terrible job." Ken Rohag cursed angrily.

After Ken Rohag's explanation, Li Ang finally understood the ins and outs of the matter.

This guy was also unlucky. Because there was a famine in the wasteland, he had to lead his tribe through the chaotic land and go to the realm of the Mage Alliance to work as a mercenary to earn a living.

As a result, as soon as he made a name for himself, he was tricked by a group of unscrupulous businessmen and mages.

The other party hired them as bodyguards to escort a batch of goods to Kuroshio Island for sale.

They worked diligently along the way, but in the end not only did they not get a penny of reward, they were also left to fend for themselves on Kuroshio Island, a paradise for pirates.

Of course, Ken Rohag couldn't swallow this breath, and then he attacked the pirate warships on Kuroshio Island, intending to seize a ship to pursue the merchants and mages.

Who would have thought that before they even took action, the news would leak out and they would be sent directly to the Maritime Prison by a group of pirates.

Then, Drake came to him.

After the other party knew his identity, he promised him a huge profit and asked him to help control Jinchao Island. He thought there was no harm in it and it could also greatly relieve the pressure on the tribe, so he agreed.

Drake also attached a contract to this, but Ken Rohag didn't care at all, because the savages only recognized money and food, not people.

He never thought that a piece of broken paper could kill someone.

"Don't worry, follow me, I guarantee you won't be retaliated by the gods." Looking at Ken Rohag's lost expression, Li Ang smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

In the continent of Enroth, both clergy and professionals are in awe of the gods. Whenever the divine punishment is mentioned, they are as fearful as a tiger.

Because once locked by the gods, even a legendary strongman will be as weak as an ant when faced with a cross-border strike from the gods.

But he, Li Ang, is not afraid, because not only can he become a pseudo-demigod at any time, but he can also absorb the divinity of the gods and become immune to the divine attacks of the corresponding gods.

Unless the true form of the spirit comes to this world, there is nothing we can do against him.

Of course, the other party can also try to use Achilles as a power bank like before, temporarily providing divinity and power, but Li Ang doesn't care.

Because ordinary demigods, even if they can defeat him, cannot defeat Remilia.

"Are you telling the truth?" Ken Rohag climbed up from the ground and grabbed Li Ang's arm tightly, as if grasping a life-saving straw.

"The day after tomorrow you will know whether what I said is true or false." Li Ang patted the other party's shoulder and said with a smile.

"..." Seeing Li Ang's confident expression, although Ken Rohag was puzzled, he still nodded.

. . . . . . . . . . . .

A day later, at the entrance of the Bluetooth Mine, a group of soldiers wearing heavy armor, holding a large shield in one hand, and a bayonet and a repeating crossbow in the other, were standing ready.

These are all royal guards and shield crossbowmen of the Kingdom of Vastia.

Each of them is a high-level professional above level 45. Although they number less than a hundred, they are elites who have fought against barbarians and pirates all year round, killing many people.

"Thank you, Priest Siren, for coming to help." Leonardo was dressed in military uniform, full of energy and radiant.

"You shouldn't thank me, you should thank Her Royal Highness the Princess. She is the one who sent all the royal guards around her to support you."

Siren glanced at the guards wearing golden armor, looked at Leonardo meaningfully and said.

"I will naturally never forget the kindness of Her Royal Highness the Princess and Priest Sirin. As long as I can capture this mine, I will distribute the highest amount of the Poseidon tribute from Jinchao Island during the harvest festivals in the future."

Although Leonardo was heartbroken, he still made a promise to Celine.

"General Leonardo is interested." Siren's cold face suddenly melted like spring snow, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

The tributes offered by the lords to the gods at the Harvest Festival in July each year symbolized the priests' contribution to the temple.

Priests with higher contribution values ​​will not only enjoy better treatment in the temple, but also be rewarded by the gods.

Every successful priest will use the power in his hands to accumulate resources during his career, and then exchange them for tributes that the gods like.

Even the Pope only gained the support of the king before he rose from a high priest to a high position above ten thousand people.

As long as her thighs are held well, she may not be unable to reach that position.

Especially when the old King William III becomes more and more dissatisfied with Prince Tyrion, she has to act more cautiously.

"Priest Siren, you don't seem to have brought any choir members today!" Leonardo glanced at the [Priest Group] behind Siren and looked a little strange.

"Are you teaching me how to do something?" Xilin's expression turned cold and she suddenly became unhappy.

"No, there are just a lot of resentful spirits in the mine. I'm a little worried that my men won't be able to cope with them."

When Leonardo saw the displeasure in Sirin's eyes, he didn't know that he had said the wrong thing, so he immediately explained.

"The priests under me are all elites. They were brought out by me. They have exorcised countless evil spirits, and the small evil spirits are not worth mentioning."

Siren's expression improved slightly.

She had already roughly understood the situation in the mine. There were not only a large number of resentful spirits, but also rotten ghouls.

These two types of undead, namely the soul type and the corpse type, are precisely restrained by heavily armored soldiers and priests.

If it were the nuns in the choir, it would probably be very difficult.

Because the choir specializes in air and water destructive magic, and their physical fitness is very poor, it is difficult to use their advantage in the mine. Once they are entangled by a steady stream of undead, there is almost no chance of survival.

But the priests are different. In addition to some blessing and healing magic, the priests also have some cold weapon combat skills. In the narrow terrain, they have great advantages.

The most important thing is that the choir members belong directly to Her Royal Highness the Princess, and she has no right to arrange them. The last time she overstepped her authority and commanded, some people were dissatisfied.

"Since Priest Siren is so confident, I feel relieved."

Leonardo didn't say much when he saw Siren being so confident.

At this time, a heavily armored knight suddenly ran into the camp in a hurry and said a few words in Leonardo's ear. Leonardo's expression changed drastically.

"I'm sorry, Priest Siren, I have some important things to deal with. I'm afraid I can't go into the mine with you, but I will ask my subordinates to come with you!"

"It doesn't matter, it must be something very important." Although Xilin was curious about what was holding Leonardo back, she did not take the initiative to inquire. After all, the two parties did not belong to each other.

Not long after, Leonardo called one of his handsome young knights, explained some things, and left the camp.

"Priest Siren, I am Leonardo's general's shield crossbowman and commander of the Spray Knight Charles Lawrence. Please give me your advice." The young man with a green face walked up to Siren and bowed.

"Spray Knight? What's the relationship between you and Gordon, who we captured to send back to Vastia?" Sirin raised her head and glanced at the handsome knight, a gleam flashed in her eyes.

"He is my clan brother." Ciel said with an embarrassed look on his face.