"At this moment, it's better not to stir up too many disputes. Especially the relationship between the Lord of Death and that lady, I heard that actually isn't very harmonious."
Ye Hua's voice sounded again.
"I know, Holy Chosen One. This matter has nothing to do with you, and we don't need you to remind us." The middle-aged mystic replied stiffly, but although his tone was tough, there was a hint of looseness in his words. Ye Hua just smiled slightly when he saw this. He knew when to speak and when to say nothing. Seeing that his reminder had worked, he stopped being aggressive.
The middle-aged mystic found a guard and whispered a few words. The guard understood the situation and led a group of people to check the temple's convoy, and then moved on to the next team. Seeing this, the middle-aged mystic waved his hand impatiently to express his approval.
Between a pile of boxes, Fang Plover felt the Wingless Dragon move again and realized that he had passed the test. While he breathed a sigh of relief, he couldn't help but become more curious about Ye Hua's identity and purpose here.
Why did the other party say this for no reason?
On a whim?
The aborigines may not know it yet, but it is impossible for a Ten King to be idle like this. Could it be that the other party knew there was something wrong with the temple’s convoy? He was suddenly startled, and suddenly remembered those arrows from a few nights ago.
The few arrows that passed through the dust storm were so fast and precise that ordinary rangers, not even the Qin Zhi he had seen at the Elf Ruins, might not be at this level. But for the Ten Kings, it was not worth mentioning. So Ye Hua had already met him that night, so was the other party helping him now?
Although Fang Yu still didn't understand how the other party knew that he was in this convoy.
It was a pity that he couldn't go down and ask the other party face to face at this time, and the communication crystal couldn't be used, so he couldn't help but scratch his head for a while.
However, with the heavy steps of Bergo Pteranodon and the slow rise and fall of its back, after a while, Fang Plover realized that he had gradually stepped out of Bein's range. The soft sand below was proof. He could probably distinguish the steps of the giant beast, one foot deep and one foot shallow.
Because the hustle and bustle of the city gradually faded away, he heard the low sound of wind on the dunes again - the dust storm had not completely subsided after all. But in the sealed space, the sound seemed particularly clear, with a different meaning, which gradually calmed his mind again.
It was a somewhat distant, faint sense of peace.
In the silence, his thoughts drifted in unpredictable directions.
Including the safety of those on board the Daoud.
Miss Sylvide, what are they doing now?
What kind of secrets are there between Her Royal Highness the Princess, the Sand King and the two Afifas?
Even the strange prisoner they met in Bein Fortress came to his mind.
He thought again about the conversation between himself and Mai Yixier, including the words Karatu, Donde and Sir Dict said a long time ago, as well as his experiences in Idos and Vanric. The Parliament of Stars and Moon, the Spire of Elfendor, the Guild of Craftsmen, the Lizardmen, the Corin Royal Family, the Coast of the Scepter, Cape Saint-Hughan, and even the IDs of R and Shana, many of these names also entered his name one by one. mind.
Like fragments, hazy, but unable to grasp a clear clue.
After thinking for a while, a sudden feeling of sleepiness hit my eyelids. In fact, he didn't get much rest these days. There was a lot of noise in Bein City. Although he was still safe in the Marlan Temple, he was not so big-hearted that he could sleep comfortably. Once sleepiness sets in, he can no longer hold on and falls into a deep sleep.
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The journey from Bein to Questac was not long, only three days and three nights.
By the middle of the journey, Fang Plover no longer had to stay in that cramped space and could come out for some air. The knight guarding the convoy was respectful to him and specially made a place for him on the back of Bergo Pteranodon, so that he did not have to walk in knee-deep sand like everyone else.
Therefore, this journey was not painful for Fang Plover. At most, the wind and sand were a bit unbearable. In the middle of the journey, we have to pass through an oasis called Quinn's Moon. Apart from this unique scenery, the rest of the journey is a boring scene of long yellow sand.
Although the desert also has its own unique features, the silver sand sea at night is particularly beautiful and has been praised by poets for thousands of years. But the square plover has long been tired of watching this round and round, and it is far less pleasant to watch the scenery on the back of the pterosaur than on Mr. Gray Rock's platform.
Therefore, after the initial freshness wore off, Fang Yu quickly found some things of his own to do.
Of course, he was mainly studying the technology that Delan gave him - let's call it Delan's magic recovery.
This technology requires twelve basic skills and six intermediate skills as prerequisites. Among the six intermediate skills, he was already satisfied with the enhanced components from the beginning, and he was also familiar with the two skills of 'Yiguihui' - 'Yiguihui Plug-in' and 'Yiguihui Doctrine'. After the war, I learned a lot from experience.
The 'Ritual Society' born in Oshu is an important backbone of alchemists, so these are still on the mainstream skill tree of alchemists.
As for the remaining three skills 'Star-shaped Network', 'Dragon Scale Sequence' and 'Celestial Knowledge', they are a bit excessive. 'Star-shaped Network' is a secondary ether form that can coexist with the main ether theory. This It should be Delan's own discovery. The 'Dragon Scale Sequence' is an alchemical array set built on the basis of the former - the so-called sequence must be a combination of multiple arrays, and its appearance is somewhat similar to layers of overlapping dragon scales. Hence the name.
As for the 'Celestial Knowledge', it has nothing to do with religion. It is just a theory for studying the 'Floating Island Whale' in the second world. The Floating Island Whale, or the Celestial Whale, and the Dragon of Fantasy World are all its names.
It seems that Delan's theory should be inspired by the Phantom Dragon.
The six intermediate skills extend to twelve pre-requisite basic skills, and there are also various lower-level skill requirements. However, those E-level and F-level skills require too little experience, thousands or even hundreds of experience. It can be dismissed, and Fang Plover will be ignored. He was satisfied with about half of the twelve basic skills, mainly the last three pre-skills because they were too partial and he barely touched them at all.
Since the plug-ins produced by this technology are so powerful, Fang Piao still considers mastering them. No matter how unsophisticated they are, he still needs to invest in experience.
He first selected the 'Celestial Knowledge' among the three pre-requisite skills, because this knowledge was most similar to the direction of his research. The knowledge related to dragon learning and introduction to flight were all learned before, and there was no need to repeat them. Generally speaking, it requires the least investment of experience and the fastest results.
It just so happened that from his experience in Bein Fortress, he gained nearly 10,000 points of cognitive experience, plus the previous balance of 7,788, it was barely enough.
'Celestial Knowledge' mainly provides some bonuses related to the cognition of fantasy dragons, and a knowledge index. It also adds a small amount of computing power bonus on the control of flying structures, and the magic power consumption is only 10% compared to its experience requirements. It can be said that input and output are barely balanced. Of course, it would be more cost-effective if he wanted to hunt Celestial Whales.
What kind of knowledge to learn will naturally vary from person to person.
The time of learning goes by unconsciously - although if you directly click on the skills, it will only take a moment, but learning through manuscripts is another feeling. After all, you can also get some cognitive experience from the learning process. Fang Plover has been accustomed to this kind of learning method since Kapka. Most of the selectors do not have this experience.
This kind of thing is not good or bad for him. Although it is more time-consuming, it is well known that the natives are better than the chosen ones at the same level, and once they become dragon knights, they will have a lot of cognitive experience. These cognitive experiences come from daily study and accumulation.
It can be said that the Chosen One has squeezed all their potential through the system from the beginning. Although the progress is rapid, it is inevitable that there is insufficient stamina. However, the two cannot actually be said to be superior or inferior. After all, the chosen ones only have less than twenty years of 'life' in Aitaria. It is just a personal habit for Fang Plover.
In this way, the learning process proceeds in an orderly manner. On the third night, the stars above the sand sea were sinking to the west, and the morning light was gradually rising. Under a light red sky, Fang Plover could finally see a shallow ivory white city wall on the southern horizon, appearing in the sand sea. among.
Questac arrives.
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A faint beam of sunlight passed through the obsidian on the vault of the temple and fell on the basalt floor of the hall.
The statue of the goddess is solemn and dignified. She holds a holy sword and wears a veil on her shoulders. Her eyes are like the sun and the moon, walking among the undulating dust. The ingenuity of the craftsmen seems to make the stone come alive - every wrinkle is expressed by the carving knife, which depicts the softness of running water on the hard material.
Bishop Farris finished bathing and changing clothes, lit incense with his own hands, and with the help of the service staff, put on the holy robe - a majestic robe with holy mottos embroidered from top to bottom. The mottos of the archbishops of the past, the teachings of the goddess, the holy emblem and wolf head, and the snow-light sword are all on it. Finally, he holds the Holy Emblem, hangs a golden ceremonial sword on his waist, puts on the crown, puts on his favorite monocle, and hangs the silver chain behind his ear with a gentle movement of his hand. , adjusted the position of the lenses again, and then walked up to the altar.
He personally recited a doctrinal text, and respectfully took off the holy sword and placed it on the altar. He took out the holy water from the holy cup with his hand, flicked it on the sword, and looked up at the statue of the goddess. Ms. Marland was not angry. Majestic, the sound of chanting echoed under the main hall, filled with a sacred and solemn feeling.
The Archbishop lowered his head and caressed his chest before slowly retreating.
This ceremony lasted for about a quarter of an hour.
Fang Plover, who was sitting in the first row, received this honor alone. The archbishop personally presided over the ceremony for him and sought the blessing of the goddess for him. If he were an aborigine, he might have been flattered, but Fang Yu had no feelings for this thing, but fortunately he was Chinese. If you were a Christian, you probably wouldn't even set foot in this place.
But after all, there is a world of separation.
What's more, it was clearly said to be a blessing - he glanced at the system interface, and there was no BUFF prompt. It seemed that there was a question mark as to whether this so-called 'blessing' had any effect. Although the religions of the two places are fundamentally different, they seem to be surprisingly consistent in their ability to deceive believers.
Just think about it, how much free time does the goddess have to give blessings to every believer?
However, at critical moments, believers' prayers can still be answered in a world where there is a true God.
For example, on Fenris Island——
Farris took off his crown, handed it to the attendants on the side, and walked down. "Lord God's Chosen One, the ceremony has been completed. You must be very tired during the journey, but there will be a dinner party later - after the dinner, we will arrange a special accommodation for you, which will definitely make you happy."
Fang Yu almost spit out the sip of water he just drank from the water bag with a puff.
"Ahem...Thank you to the Archbishop for presiding over the blessing ceremony for me, but...um...can you just call me Ed?"
He blushed and coughed twice. Although he was a little disdainful of the so-called 'blessing ceremony', he still had basic courtesy. What really made him almost choke was that the other party showed respect to him, which was far more respectful than that of the old knight Mai Yixier. This made him speechless for a while and then a little surprised.
He suddenly remembered that Archbishop Faris was technically Malan's chosen one. Although he was a figure from fifteen years ago, God's chosen one would not change with time. Unless he loses his divine favor, but the other party is still in the position of bishop, this possibility is extremely slim.
Bishop Faris smiled slightly and said politely: "Okay, Mr. Ed, in private, I will call you that."
Fang Yu quickly waved his hand: "It's best to do it in public."
However, the other party did not comment on this.
Faris is the second regional bishop Fang Plover knows.
The last one was Bishop Tirion of Cloud Port, but the opponent was not Marlan's divine choice, but Mirela's divine choice. Compared to the unattractive bishop in front of him, Tirion obviously fit in every aspect with Fang Yu's imagination of a highly respected archbishop.
He has silver hair and white beard, has kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and has enough prestige and majesty. He is approachable, treats people like a spring breeze, and has a long-term vision and a broad mind. What the other party is worried about is not his own gains and losses, but the safety of Fenris Island and the fate of everyone on the island.
This kind of behavior is something that even Fang Piao, who is not interested in religion, can't help but admire. There was also this reason why he agreed to the other party's request.
But compared to the former, Bishop Faris is very different in other aspects, except that he is also approachable in dealing with people. When Fang Yu first saw this dark and thin old man, he almost thought he was the biological brother of Her Royal Highness the Princess's housekeeper. He didn't look like a pampered archbishop, but more like a hard worker.
However, as soon as the other party opened his mouth, he showed that his conversation and knowledge were completely different from his appearance. This also made Fang Yu feel quite ashamed of himself for judging people by their appearance.
Even so, he couldn't help but feel a little amused when he saw how the other party looked out of place with the gorgeous bishop's robes.
Farris was obviously aware of his thoughts, but he didn't mind. He just smiled and said: "Myhill said in the letter that Mr. Ed must have many questions to ask."
It turned out that Mai Yixier had a letter accompanying him, but it was not surprising if he thought about it. The communication had not been restored, so he could only use such primitive means. Fang Yu nodded. He indeed had many questions to ask. The most important one is naturally about his identity as the chosen one.
"Bishop Faris, I want to understand why Ms. Marland chose me as the divine choice? To put it more bluntly, she has a will that needs an agent to execute, and what benefits can the agent get from it?"
He asked this core question directly without any embarrassment. Whether they are free selectors or guild selectors, the selectors are mercenaries and adventurers. Their core purpose of coming to this world is to obtain high-dimensional information, and the fundamental purpose of everything is exchange, so The transaction itself is nothing to be ashamed of.
Just legitimate earned income.
But Faris smiled slightly and shook his head slightly.
Although the people around him were a little angry at Fang Pliong regarding the choice of the goddess as a transactional relationship, Faris himself did not show such an attitude at all. On the contrary, the old man replied very gently: "You are wrong, Mr. Ed. What the goddess is interested in is your quality and noble behavior. You don't need to deliberately do anything for me. What you do is what you do." Agreed——"
"If you don't agree, she will cancel your status as the God's Chosen One."
"This relationship is the care of the goddess for you, because she hopes that more people with justice and courage will walk in this world, so she naturally encourages such behavior. As her chosen one, you will only gain from it. The benefit, as for what the lady wants, is already obtained from your actions.”
Fang Yu was stunned when he heard this.
this is okay too?
Although he understood clearly, he still felt incredible and couldn't help but ask: "Then Mai Yishir asked me to come here to see you, what can I do here?"
"It's just that I want to meet you unilaterally, Mr. Ed," Farris said with a smile: "After all, I am very curious as a follower of the goddess's chosen ones. As for what you want to do, anything is fine, Cuesta Gram is a nice place, maybe you can go out and walk more."
"We have booked the latest shuttle boat to Tansnir for you. It will depart in about a week. During this time, you have plenty of time to appreciate this royal capital in the desert."
He changed the subject: "However, Mai Yishil mentioned in the letter that you are investigating the matter between the Sand King and the Mystic. If you are interested in this, I can indeed provide some limited information in this regard. "
When Fang Yu heard this, he immediately became interested.
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