Weird Star Witch

Navier Port, the largest port of the Church of Oblivion, was crowded with people on the shore. Male and female believers came to wait when they learned that the fleet would return to the port today.

The atmosphere of waiting was very depressing, because from many aspects, this expedition did not seem to be very smooth.

Compared with the Alchemy Council, the Royal Navy of the Elba Royal Family was not strong, and the Navy of the Evil God Cult was even weaker.

The believers' faith was extremely firm, but faith could not help them relieve the pain after the death of their loved ones. War is cruel, and anyone may die. It is not because someone believes in evil gods that they are invulnerable.

Old Bart stood behind the crowd, thinking fortunately that fortunately his relatives died when he was young, otherwise he would be the one suffering now. Because all his relatives died, he dared to buy and sell anything on the black market. After all, he had nothing to lose.

The ships of the Church of Oblivion appeared on the horizon. There were 25 ships when they set out, but now there are only 12 ships left. This war loss made Old Bart feel that the Royal Navy of Elba was still quite powerful.

Oh, he was well-informed. He knew that at the critical moment of the naval battle, pirates and the Royal Knights joined the battlefield, causing the Oblivion Church to suffer heavy losses.

Speaking of which, Old Bart had dealt with the pirate who played an important role among the pirates. That was Rudolf the Crucible, the Immortal Phoenix Wizard of the South Sky.

When the Crucible just arrived at the Port of Naville, Old Bart felt that the Crucible would be a big man in the future. Sure enough, his vision was good.

After the ship docked, it quickly entered the stage of exaggerating hatred.

Compared with the expectations of the evil god, hatred can also make believers hate the heretics without faith in the northern continent more in the future.

Here, Old Bart didn't want to watch. One by one, the priests appeared in the crowd and began to exaggerate how cruel and vicious the people of the northern continent were. Old Bart thought it was boring. Just fight a war, as if he was fighting for justice. It was nothing more than the evil god wanting to gain the faith of the northern continent.

He slowly moved backwards. He couldn't be spotted by the priests at this time. The priests were very enthusiastic. If he left carelessly, he would have a lot of trouble. He could only leave slowly.

Old Bart returned to the boat market and his shop.

When he sat down and just drank a sip of rum, he heard a voice behind him.

"Old Bart, who sells everything, I want to buy a piece of information."

Old Bart's scalp tingled instantly. He was able to survive in the black market for so long. One of the important abilities was his good memory. He could remember the people who had been in the shop more than ten years ago.

This voice... Old Bart turned his head and saw a man in a cloak.

He put down the rum, slowly got up, closed the door of the shop, and hung up the sign for today's rest.

It didn't make any difference whether the door was closed or not. The person behind him could easily kill him. It was better to serve him well. He had some friendship in the past, so the result should not be too bad.

After the wooden boards were completely sealed and the shop fell into darkness, Old Bart turned around and asked, "What information do you want, customer?"

"Old Bart, I want to know the information about the Level 5 Word Spirit in Port Naville."

Bart frowned instantly: "You can't ask about this! The Level 5 Word Spirit in Port Naville is heavily protected in the church navy. And he has a sense of danger. If someone asks about him, he doesn't need evidence and will realize it immediately."

"I just need a general information, even a name or a portrait, a photo or something."

"I'll try my best, but the price..."

"Just make an offer, I have plenty of money."    "I need a Level 5 magic weapon!"

"You dare to make an offer." The man in the hood thought for a while and said, "Deal, I'll give you a Level 5 magic weapon."

To find out the information about a Word Spirit is not something that ordinary people can do. Old Bart has risks but also needs sufficient rewards.

Old Bart looked at the man in the cloak disappearing under the floor, and then he raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from the back of his head. This was the wizard who had severely injured the 7th-level high priest. This was the blasphemer's furnace, and the blasphemer was still alive and kicking.

Old Bart dared to take this order because he had lived to this day and mastered many little tricks. It's not that he had never dealt with the Word Spirit before. He discovered a secret of the Word Spirit, a secret he had never told anyone else.

After leaving the store from the back door, Old Bart went to a slum.

In a low wooden shed, Old Bart and the two young men whispered for a long time.

After returning to the store, Old Bart patiently waited for the result.

The two young men were very ordinary people, not servants of God, nor any apostles, they were just ordinary people living in Port Naville.

It was precisely because they were ordinary people that they could deal with the Word Spirit.

All the abilities of the apostles were based on the power of the apostles, and the divination and intuition of the Word Spirit were the same. If the enemy did not use the power of the apostles, then the divination power of the Word Spirit would not be effective.

Any other apostle, oh, except for the fraudulent priest, will be passive when dealing with the Word Spirit. Ordinary people are different. They have nothing. In the divination power of the Word Spirit, ordinary people are no different from weeds on the roadside. It's just that weeds that can move have special advantages.

At the port of Naville, two idle young men were lying on the roadside with a wooden box in front of them. There were only three copper shields in the wooden box, which they put in themselves, telling passers-by that there are still people who are generous.

They covered their faces with straw hats, but in fact, the two of them took turns looking at the flagship of the church navy from under the straw hats.

Every person who got on and off the flagship was imprinted in their minds.

They didn't have many targets. First, they would focus on the fanatics, then eliminate the other apostles with obvious characteristics among the fanatics, and find the fanatics who were protected at all times, looked weak and had little fighting power.

Soon, the two locked on a man who liked to wear yellow robes, who perfectly met the characteristics described above.

Old Bart came to the port in person one afternoon. When he passed by the two young men, he pretended to throw two copper shields to the two young men and tried to introduce them to a job.

The conversation failed, and Old Bart turned his head in disappointment and prepared to leave the dock. Like everyone else, he couldn't help but look at the huge flagship a few more times and saw the fanatic walking on the gangway.

When Old Bart looked at him, the fanatic suddenly turned his head and looked at the shore.

Old Bart turned his head quickly and didn't dare to look any more. The intuition of the Word Spirit was really troublesome, but he wouldn't be pulled over and beaten to death after looking at the flagship.

The Word Spirit fanatic withdrew his gaze in confusion. There were all kinds of people in the port, and he didn't know who was staring at him just now.

"Yellow robe, long beard, go to the temple every three days, okay, I know."