"What's wrong? Are you worried that you won't be able to successfully complete the mission? Yes, although I don't know much about the current situation, I also find that the current era is not exactly the same as what I originally planned."
The people in the room looked at Damian's suddenly confused expression, but they didn't show anger or suspicion. They just clapped their hands to indicate that the other person was next to them, which was the bed in Damian's current residence. Sit down.
"Yes, some of the night gods of this era are very different from the night gods we have seen before. He is a little too lazy or too friendly, and the scale of his followers has grown beyond That time is past.”
Damian obediently sat down next to this familiar being. The other person was very simply dressed in plain clothes. The only thing that made him more impressive was the hooded cloak he was wearing.
The face hidden under the hood was revealed after the other party pulled down the hood. He had an indescribable face with white hair and looked very young.
"Tell me more specifically. Maybe I can give you some advice."
The other party showed a gentle smile, patted Damian's shoulder, and gestured to the other party to talk about things related to Lady of the Night and the Church of the Night. Damian's two companions also silently found a place to sit down, quietly He watched Damian communicating with the other party.
Damian sorted out what he knew a little bit, and told about the current development of the Night Church, as well as the "Prayer Communication Network", "Midnight Library" and other things that the Lady of the Night used her own power to create.
"Oh? It's really hard to understand how to use the power of gods to accomplish these things. However, it shouldn't be. How can there be gods to accomplish such things so steadily, even with their power? It’s really possible to do these things that we have never been able to do.”
The white-haired young man raised his eyebrows, quite surprised by everything Damian told about the Lady of the Night and the Church of the Night.
Obviously, what the other party was surprised about was not the huge organization of the Night Church, but how the night gods that the members of the Night Church believed in could accomplish things that they had failed to accomplish.
"The gods give these powers to believers, wide-area communication, inheritance of knowledge, and even stronger resistance to spiritual pollution than other gods. It would be abnormal for this church not to develop to this point in a very short period of time."
Shaking his head, the white-haired young man took the development of the Night Church as a matter of course. At this moment, Damian seemed to have thought of something, took out a Holy Book of Night from the cabinet next to his bed, and handed it to the other party.
"By the way, you should take a look at this thing."
"Oh? This is the holy book of this church. You can take it out specially. It seems that there is something worth paying attention to."
The other party took the Holy Book of Night from Damian's hand, opened it and flipped through it at will. He flipped through it very quickly. After a cursory glance, he would immediately turn to the next page.
This book seemed to attract the other person's interest. When he got to the end, he heard the sound of "swishing" the pages of the book, and then with a crisp "snap" the pages were completely closed and returned to Damian's hands.
"Really, I'm a little surprised. Do you want to live your own life first and then talk about faith? This attitude towards gods is a bit disrespectful compared to other religious religions. This concept is somewhat different from what we know. They coincide with each other, and there is some overlap in what they have been pursuing.”
The white-haired young man tapped his chin with his hand, a thoughtful look on his face, and murmured to himself.
"Yes, the Church of Night and the God of Night in this era are very special. They are so special that they are completely different from the God of Night in the past. Maybe you can try to believe in this God of Night. The power he gives to his believers is amazing. …”
Damian sensed the other party's interest and recalled his feelings when using the prayer communication network and the power given by the Midnight Library and other ladies of the night, so he also expressed his opinions.
"Haha, you are right. In fact, I also want to feel the wonder of these things that we have not completed yet. But unfortunately, I know more things than you. Sometimes, when you learn something, you also So I lost that qualification, which is quite a pity, because I can’t believe in gods.”
The white-haired young man had a little helplessness on his face, smiled bitterly, and tapped his forehead, indicating that he also wanted to try what Damian said, but he couldn't do it.
"That's right. Does the original plan need to be changed?"
Damian actually couldn't understand what the other party meant, but the secrets that the white-haired young man knew were more established facts than Damian. The inability to believe in gods was a side effect of knowing this knowledge. Although it was a bit strange, But it’s not hard to accept.
"It needs to be changed..."
The white-haired young man accepted Damian's inquiry and nodded affirmatively, confirming that some changes were needed in the original plan.
"Do your will."
Damian bowed and expressed his obedience. However, after confirming that the plan would be changed, there was still a slight joy in his heart.
"It doesn't have to be like this. The plan I mentioned is what I will do in the future. If you tell me, just do what you should do. This Holy Book of Dark Night is quite interesting. Without this book, the Church of Night would not be able to do anything. It could expand that fast.”
"And what the archbishop said is really interesting. The uniqueness of this church comes largely from this. It is very likely that this special night god changed because of it. I have to take some time. I’m going to meet the archbishop of this church.”
"As for you, Damian, don't worry. This holy book makes the night god of this era and the other party's church more special, but this form of belief also makes this god extremely "loose" and is more "loose" than others. Any god is fragile."
However, what the white-haired young man said next denied what Damian had expected. His mission had not changed, but the other party had become somewhat interested in the Archbishop of the Night Church.
"Take this dagger and poke it out at the right time. Because I can't believe, I can't complete this thing. I have to rely on you as a member of the Lightless Secret Order. The dagger contains The things are enough to turn the night gods of this era into the existence they once were."
The white-haired young man picked up the dagger that Damian had placed on the table, and then drew a mark on Damian's right arm. The breath of void, accompanied by the surge of magic power, penetrated into the opponent's skin and bones. A black tattoo with the same shape as the dagger appeared on it, and the dagger had disappeared.
"This way you won't lose it. Okay, I'll leave the rest to you. Don't let me, ah, no, it's us and you, let you down. If you want to build that ideal country, every link must be the most important." It’s better not to fail.”
The other party touched the tattoo on Damian's right arm twice with satisfaction. The dagger had been integrated into it. Damian could have the dagger appear in his hand at any time if he wanted.
"Then, goodbye, I will let you know when the time comes!"
With a brisk tone, the white-haired young man shook his cloak. In an instant, his figure began to collapse into the hood. After a very short delay, he shrank into a small dot in the air and then disappeared. In the process , almost no spatial fluctuations are generated.
"The kingdom we expected...?"
Touching the tattoo on his right arm, Damian muttered to himself. He didn't know what he was thinking about at the moment. He seemed to be struggling with something he couldn't understand.
"brush……"
"Eat first, it's getting cold."
The sound of lunch boxes across the table and the reminder from one of his two companions brought Damian back to reality.
"Yeah, let's eat first. What are we going to eat today?"
Opening the lunch box, there are two slices of toasted bread that are well-heated, sandwiching fat and oily barbecue. Vegetables are placed between the meat and the bread to relieve greasiness and optimize the taste.
"Crack."
Pick up this sandwich-like food, put it in your mouth and bite it. The delicious taste of the meat is mixed with the burnt aroma of the bread. The fatness of the melted fat is just balanced by the crisp vegetables. It is not that rich in taste, but it is already Impeccable.
"It's still delicious..."
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"I'll go, it's so delicious. Aviya learned her skills from you. Don't tell her that I said this. Your dessert baking skills are even better than Aviya."
The Cursed Wizard Tower, in the small garden next to the tower, Wang Yu is sitting at a wooden table in the garden. The table is filled with plates, most of which have been cleared, and there are still some desserts and dishes on the other half. , but at this moment it is also being solved at high speed by Wang Yu.
Opposite the wooden table, Aviya's mother, Miraswein, was sitting. At this moment, she was looking at Wang Yu with a gentle smile as he ate the delicious food she made. The craft of pulling.
Wang Yu’s praise was completely sincere. Aviya’s cooking skills with Mira can be said to be of the same origin. Both mother and daughter’s skills are top-notch.
In comparison, Aviya's mother's craftsmanship is superior, especially the desserts made by her. Even Wang Yu, who is not particularly fond of sweets, can understand what happiness is after taking a bite.
"You can just eat if you like. I heard that there are some changes at Arestle. Why don't you go and take a look? If you are here, your companions should feel a lot more relaxed."
Wang Yu's devouring posture always makes those watching feel their appetites aroused, and for a chef, such a gesture, which is not wasteful at all and at the same time obviously sincerely praises the diners, is also worthy of praise. On to perfection.
Mira was naturally very happy about this. Wang Yu didn't eat everything on the table, and even put a lot of desserts on the table, which the other party left for the girl.
Moreover, who would have thought that this guy who was eating casually, praising the delicious food, and looking satisfied was a being whose strength was unfathomable among legends. The spirit and temperament of a legendary strongman, to be honest. Yes, Mira couldn’t feel it at all.
"Haha, you can't rely on me for everything. Just believe in them. Night Church, Aleister, will definitely not be able to change without me. I, at most, am just an extra. They think of these things. It will be no problem if you handle it well. If you have time, I will come and accompany you more. Look, isn't this an unexpected gain?"
Wang Yu replied with a smile and patted his belly with his hand, feeling very satisfied. This is the truth. With his current strength, if he stayed with Alestle or the Church of Night, any trouble would not be considered trouble. .
But Edward and Charles are both very measured. If they don't trouble Wang Yu, they will definitely not come to him for help. As for the Night Church, he himself is a hands-off shopkeeper.
"As for Aviya, Lilia won't drag her into helping with alchemy, right? It's best to eat the ones you keep while they're hot."
Shaking her head slightly, she looked around but didn't see the girl. Mira said casually that she couldn't be more satisfied with Wang Yu, but sometimes she would be curious about Wang Yu's identity. Regarding the other person's parents, he It seems that they have never been mentioned before, and they have never met before. Is there any resentment...?
"Mom, I'm here. Aunt Lilia didn't ask me to help. Because Wang Yu disposed of all the alchemy materials in the tower, Aunt Lilia was captured by the tower owner."
The space rippled slightly, and the girl suddenly appeared from behind Mira, hugged her mother's neck, and then answered while picking up a small cake from the table and chewing it carefully, showing a happy smile.
"It's so delicious... Well, Wang Yu, my cooking skills are not as good as my mother's, right?"
Sighing at the deliciousness of her mother's desserts, the conversation suddenly changed. Aviya squinted her eyes and asked Wang Yu opposite.
"Um, how did you know?"
Wang Yu scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed.
"uh-huh!"
Pointing to her right eyebrow with a little pride, the girl responded.
"Okay, I surrender!"
Wang Yu raised his hands to admit defeat, okay, perfect fractal lens.
Watching Wang Yu playing with her daughter, Mira pursed her lips and chuckled. As a mother, she felt that she was very happy, but she remembered that this time Wang Yu and Aviya came to the Cursed Wizard Tower to spend time with her. Besides, there are some preparations that need to be made, right?
