Something's wrong with my undead

In the central square of Green Leaf Town.

People were queuing up with their children - ranging from newborns to fourteen or fifteen years old, including humans, elves, half-elves, and even the Cornu people who came from Rock Town to join in the fun - to undergo the Holy Light affinity test.

Gawain, Bedivere, and later Hall, Galat, and Elian, plus the newly promoted Holy Light Warrior Aigis White, these six people each had a table, and there was a queue of people in front of the table.

A normal person always maintains a dynamic balance in the absorption and release of energy, just like a reservoir with a leaky bottom. The water level represents the level of affinity.

So they would gently touch the forehead of the person being tested with their fingers condensed with holiness, and then judge the affinity based on their innate resistance to holy light.

Why is there no sheep-catching senior?

Because he doesn't have this skill.

After all, he was a warrior and did not learn such basic skills that were of no help in combat in the game.

Now there is a long queue in front of each table, and trainee Holy Light Warriors in simple clothes are standing around them.

In addition to maintaining order, their main task is to carry bags of eggs.

Every family that has undergone testing can receive a bag of eggs. It may not look like much, but they are genuine products at a good price.

Before this news was released, these elves had some complaints about undergoing Holy Light testing.

After all, they are elves who believe in the way of nature, which is the law of their ancestors.

But with the launch of the egg offensive, these elves, who had been freed from refugee status for less than a year, suddenly recalled that difficult life.

Even though there are enough supplies now and people can have enough food to eat, no one would object to eggs.

Therefore, even the conversation revolves around eggs rather than holy light.

"Your child does not have an affinity with the Holy Light, but this will not affect his ability to become an excellent warrior in the future."

"Then...will it affect my ability to collect eggs?"

"It doesn't matter, you can take it. Next one!"

"I'm coming!"

"...If I'm not mistaken, didn't you just receive it once?"

“I have two kids!”

"Test both children at once! No more eggs allowed! Next one!!"

“I just want the eggs, is it okay not to test them?”

"Next person!!!"

...

Looking at this scene, Solace was silent for a long time before he spoke: "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, it would be hard to imagine that it would be like this. This is very different from my understanding of 'preaching' and 'missionary work'."

"really."

Langdon nodded in agreement. “I never thought that MacKalla would have so many eggs—were they just shipped from the Zanluo Plateau? Doesn’t that mean they have something to do with the Zanluo people? Hiss…”

Information about the Zanluo people is now publicly stored in the "Macara Encyclopedia" and can be read for free.

Therefore, the Macara people are no longer filled with fear and awe towards the Zanluo Plateau, but are instead filled with strong curiosity.

So Langdon came up with a bold idea.

Faced with his colleague's sigh, Solace hesitated to speak.

He really wanted to say that this was not what he was lamenting about, but he didn't say it out loud.

"The eggs laid by the extraordinary people of Zanluo are excellent alchemical materials. It is impossible to give them away like this."

He explained.

One of the research projects Heine gave him was to study the ancestral spirits of the Quetzalcoatl tribe, in an effort to reverse bind the souls of the other world and the people in reality as soon as possible, so he read a lot of relevant information.

Langdon breathed a sigh of relief.

"That is not bad……"

"So those could be eggs laid by ordinary people in Zanluo."

Langdon: "..."

...

Jokes aside, Solace was still working seriously - he was looking for anything that might be related to "preaching".

In fact, whether it was the flags beside the six tables or the tablecloths hanging on the tables, there was something written on them:

"Believe in the way of holy light and walk the path well"

"Create a pure mind and enjoy a glorious life"

"Be a person who shines like the sun!"

Slogans like these are very straightforward and do not shy away from the topic at all.

But because it was too straightforward, Solace was not so sure.

Is this missionary work?

Solace looked at Langdon and said, "I heard that McCalla also had a church before?"

“Yes, they are followers of the Eternal Dawn.” Langdon nodded. “But there are no temples or churches. Only some people regularly hold banquets that only respectable people can attend. Generally, shortly after the banquet, there will be a ‘knight selection’ for civilians. Speaking of this, I have something to say…”

He opened up and began to talk about his experience of missing out on the "Knight Selection" when he was young.

At that time, testing cost money, joining the church required connections, and belief in the Holy Light required screening. It was not as simple as it is now...

Powerful extraordinary people speak politely, take the initiative to come to your door for testing and invite you to join the Holy Light Court! Where can you find such a good thing?

"But don't you think there's something missing?"

Solace interrupted Langdon.

It is obvious that the propaganda of the Court of Holy Light is intentionally "de-deifying" and they are trying to separate power from gods.

He wondered whether "ignoring the gods" was subjective or a subconscious act of the Macara people.

Hearing this question, Langdon was stunned for a few seconds before he suddenly realized, "Yes, there are also eggs! This is too important, you must include this in the list!"

This time it was Solace's turn to be stunned.

But after a moment, he couldn't help laughing.

Langdon suddenly became nervous. "What are you laughing at? Did I say something wrong?"

Solace shook his head. "No, your answer is brilliant and... sincere. I will write it down."

He looked at the extraordinary people not far away who were busy taking care of this group of ordinary people.

Even though he had never been anywhere other than McCalla, it was not difficult for him to imagine what kind of people were outside who could enjoy such treatment.

It is enough that the extraordinary people of McCalla do not think this is absurd, and the ordinary people of McCalla take it for granted.

God's transcendent status is the accumulation of the status of transcendent beings, which ultimately pushes a "concept" to the highest point and then worships it.

But here, no one is superior from the very beginning.

……

At the edge of the square, Anahui cast her gaze in their direction.

"Is that Solace? Is that the security guard next to him?"

Zhuoyang: "Yeah, Solace spent all his contribution points last night. He should be working now. He also bought a copy of my guide."

Hui Hui was surprised: "What strategy?"

Zhuoyang: "I wrote the "McKala Dungeon Single Player Speed ​​Race Guide."

Huihui: "You also wrote guides? How are they selling? Why haven't I heard you mention it?"

Zhuoyang: "One contribution point for each copy. Including him, I sold two copies. The other copy was bought by Linumu. Don't you see who is competing in the single-player race now? Do those guys have any reason to buy my strategy?"

Huihui: “That makes sense… I’ll promote it to you later.”

Zhuoyang: "Forget it, I just wanted to test whether writing guides can give combat experience. The answer is no. I'd better go to the military camp to beat up new recruits to earn more experience. Besides, I have no place to spend the contribution points I earned."

Huihui: "But didn't you just update your equipment? Doesn't that mean you owe Lakaz a lot of contribution points?"

Catching the Sheep: "Correction, it was Heine who owed it, I was the tool man - you bought the scabbard and whetstone for the knife, do you want the knife to pay for it yourself?"

Huihui: “That makes sense…”

While agreeing, she couldn't help but secretly glance at Heine beside her.

He just looked straight ahead as usual, with a calm expression, without any sign of disguise.

Seeing her looking over, Heine asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

"nothing……"

Megumin pointed at Solace and said, “Is his visit also part of your plan?”

"It's beyond the plan, but it's within the expected plan."

Heine smiled and said, "The old king would not be satisfied with just being convinced by me. He wants to find the answer himself."

Huihui was stunned: "What 'answer'? Hasn't he reconciled with himself?"

Heine: "That was only a partial reconciliation. Maybe it was reconciled in the heart, but not in words."

Huihui understood after he said that.

At the same time, I felt deeply that he is worthy of being an expert in Lao Deng research.

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion in the crowd, followed by a small-scale exclamation.

I saw an elf mother with a birthmark on her face hugging her child nervously. After receiving the holy surgery, a faint golden glow appeared on the child's body.

Seeing this scene, Zhuoyang was shocked: "What the hell, automatically activating holy light to counter the shell, what kind of innate holy body is this?"

In AGE, there is a type of people who have a strange affinity for energy. Although their level is high, it cannot be used for training, but can be doubled for skills.

This is reflected in the data as special skill variants and abnormally fast skill upgrade speed.

For example, the future "Blade of the Dawn" Ophrodite, not only completed the strength leap that other elves needed hundreds of years to achieve in just over a decade, but also her basic attack brought silence, which could cut off the connection between the Paladin and the Holy Light. Therefore, she was called "Big Sister" by many Paladin players.

The baby in front of him automatically activated the aura of resistance when he sensed the approach of holiness. This is a display of talent.

In the future, his achievements will not be inferior to "Blade of Dawn".

Huihui stared at the child's mother for a few seconds.

“Is that leftover dog?”

Zhuoyang: "What, Gousheng? Damn, I remember..."

Only then did he suddenly remember that they were the ones who rescued this group of refugees a year ago, and even Gousheng was delivered by Xiaobei.

In the original game, Gousheng was picked up by Gawain from a pile of corpses in the Scorching Mountains and raised by him. He died on the way to the Sunset Church 13 years later.

It was his death that led Gawain to slash the Archbishop with a sword, to be brave enough to be himself, and to eventually establish the Red Dawn.

Zhuoyang: "But isn't Gousheng a knight's squire? Is his talent so good?"

...

Heine actually wanted to ask the same question.

He remembered the plot that the player had told him.

There is only one explanation for the current situation, that is, Gousheng’s talent has been optimized in this timeline.

The only change that happened to him was that he had been in the highly active state of the Yuan Ling, Mackala, since birth.

In other words, the Yuan Ling will improve talents.

In fact, Heine began to care about this influence very early on.

Before the Void Disaster, there was a professional evaluation agency set up by the Veritas people to "grade" the Silver Market.

Nowadays, without these institutions, locals can only observe their attributes through insight spells to confirm their own levels.

Judging from the data, the average strength of the three military camps is now close to level four, and most of the selected top students have reached level five on paper.

Before encountering today's incident, Heine always thought that the indigenous people actually had some kind of "experience point acquisition" mechanism, and that the players helped them find a more effective way to level up.

But now it seems that directly improving physical condition may be more likely.

...

While the three of them were daydreaming, Gawain had already taken action.

He took two steps forward with excitement in his eyes, and spoke and gestured to Gousheng's mother.

But the latter was obviously frightened by his enthusiasm and almost ran away with the child in her arms. It seemed that she didn't even want the eggs.

Fortunately, Xiao Bei squeezed in, comforted the mother while maintaining order, and quickly explained the situation, thus preserving a good seedling for the Court of Holy Light.

This little incident passed quickly and testing continued in an orderly manner.

"so good……"

Huihui said with emotion: "Although the world line has changed, Lao Gao still interacted with Gou Sheng... Do you think he would have a throbbing in his soul at some point, and some strange but familiar memories would emerge before his eyes, and he would vaguely sense the changes in the timeline?"

Zhuoyang: "Of course it happened, but not now. The throbbing has already happened."

Huihui: "Ah? When?"

Zhuoyang: "Of course it was the first time I saw my buddy step on the dedication. My opening move and his personal style made his eyes almost pop out. He was definitely questioning his life."

Huihui: “…Okay.”

Zhuoyang: "Do you want to say that you are 'playing the lute to a cow' but are too embarrassed to say it? Don't worry, it's not what you think."

Hui Hui was surprised: “? Could it be that you…”

Catching Sheep: "I am a 'sheep'."

Huihui: “…Step by step.”

……

Early the next morning, Heine had a freshly published copy of the Ebony Town Daily in his hands.

The above article describes in great detail the major events that took place in Green Leaf Town yesterday. The content is detailed and the words used are accurate. Compared with previous news reports, this one is simply textbook level.

Solace did not add any of his own opinions beyond the reported facts.

“This is a role model for media professionals.”

As Heine was sighing like this, he turned the page and saw his advertisement:

"I hold a silver candle in my hand, and the flame dispels the fog of history - the 'Silver Candle Club', an organization of history and culture enthusiasts, invites you to join!"

"We aim to enrich and improve the 'Literature' and 'History' entries, restore the rise and fall of an ancient empire for you, and share this huge amount of contribution points. The positions are limited, so join us as soon as possible!"

"…Forget it, just pretend I didn't say anything."

Heine closed the newspaper and was about to ask Huihui if she had heard of this organization in the game, when suddenly a huge amount of experience swept over him with a clang, and his chest felt hot.

"The experience pool seems to have gotten bigger, so it's not as uncomfortable?"

He touched his chest suspiciously and looked toward the north window casually.

Then he saw green experience balls rushing in from there like homing pigeons.