Borg watched the two leave.
His empty hands hung on both sides of his body, like his heart that had nowhere to rest.
"Let's go, let's go...it's sunny outside..."
He sighed and turned around to leave, but he saw a group of religious troops rushing towards them in the distance. The person leading the group was known to him as the dark paladin Bokov.
Bokov glanced at Borg standing at the door of Mersin Cave, and said lightly: "Tie him up first!"
"Eh? Why?"
Borg tried to ask for an excuse, but the religious and military leaders ignored him and pushed him to the ground.
"Report, no one!"
Bokov knelt down and stared at Borg's face pressed against the ground, stretched out his pointer and patted his cheek.
"Tell me, where did they go?"
"Who? Who are you asking?"
Bokov narrowed his eyes: "Are you standing here just looking at the scenery? Where is this family?"
As a street vendor, Borg has a very flexible mind. He spoke out a reason that was real but not a fact without stopping.
"I'm here to demand the bill! That guy took something from my shop last time without paying for it, and the neighbors all saw it!"
Bokov frowned. He hated things outside the law. Even in his eyes, he disdained things like bullying without reason.
"Where is your shop?"
Berg named a street name, and Bokov waved someone over to investigate.
The shop was not far away, and the man came back in twenty minutes and whispered something in Bokov's ear.
Bokov took a deep breath and stood up. His men let go of their hands. Borg was lying on the ground, still not daring to get up.
"Get up and talk."
Borg got up, but he didn't dare to dust himself off.
"If I remember correctly, your name is Berg, and you often go to the dungeon to see a prisoner named...Fernando Plick, right?"
"He is my brother..."
Borg, who blurted out, felt that this answer was a serious mistake, and he immediately added an attributive word to this brother.
"It's a show... it's a show!"
Bokov laughed and wiped the dirt off Borg's chest, and said, "He is a dangerous heretic, you know that, right?"
"I know... I know."
"Then you know what dangerous remarks he makes, right?"
"I know...ah no, I don't know, I don't know."
Borg shook his head quickly, with a look of panic on his face.
Bokov laughed loudly, with a look of enjoyment on his face.
"Then you should pay more attention to him. He will be burned at the stake in the Shenjiao Square in the upper city!"
After Bokov finished speaking, he turned around and left. The teaching army passed in front of Borg with neat steps, and the sound of footsteps shocked Borg into a trance.
"But he is right... The right person will be burned to death. What's the point of this?!"
Borg sighed and glanced at the direction in which the teaching army was leaving.
"It's been half an hour, Mersin, you'd better be far away...Escape from this ridiculous world!"
Two hours later, Bokov returned to his residence in the Darkin Temple. He had too many worries today.
A sword was lost, and there were reports of the borer's frenzied activity.
He recalled, looking for solace in what happened today, and Borg's frightened face appeared in his mind, and he smiled lightly.
"Untouchables are untouchables, and they can't do it without clergy like us..."
He shook his head with a smile, took out a roll of insect-skin paper, and began to write a letter asking for help.
He will definitely fulfill his duty of guarding Dark Star City. Just as he strictly requires other believers, these dogmas also bind him tightly.
Facts have proved that people will go wrong if they have nothing to do.
Selu, who was still as quiet as a virgin yesterday, now no longer looks like a saint. Her black hands scratched her ears and cheeks. Schliemann looked aside and thought she had some skin disease.
When Selu couldn't bear to do nothing, she finally shouted out her heart.
"It's so free...can we go out for a walk?"
Schliemann was fiddling with the book. He had finished reading it and was now very idle.
"Well... the two of them will explore the new path for at least four days, and then go along the original path to notify Hilpeter to change locations for at least four more days, and then return here, which will take another four days...
They set off yesterday, which means they will not come back within the next eleven days..."
Schliemann muttered as he calculated the planned nodes and slapped his thigh: "Let's go out and play."
Upon hearing Schliemann's decision, the most stable of the three, Apton, opened his eyes. Schlieman thought he was going to object, but unexpectedly he had already started looking for something to wrap around the Sword of the King.
"Good guy... you should let Vivian make a sheath for your sword. Always find some rags to wrap around, what does it look like...
You don't treasure it at all now, do you? "
Ampton grinned and put the sword wrapped like a broken stick behind his back.
"What a great idea. I'll ask her to make me a big backpack that can cover the sword when I get back."
They no longer wore insect skins, but instead wore clothes made of spider silk cloth sent by Feron.
Upton was extremely surprised by the lightness and toughness of this kind of clothing. In his opinion, this material was more comfortable than the silk specially provided by the palace.
Schliemann was also surprised. What surprised him was the efficiency of Ferron's business operations.
Due to limited materials, the perfume modified by Selu has a faint smell of fungus, but it is still full of fragrance. Ferron has mass-produced it and spread it among the small circles of wealthy people in the uptown area.
Ferron was extremely nervous about the trip of the three of them. He was worried that the three gods would leave him and join other businessmen. After all, even in Dark Star City, his Baraang Trading Company was not among the top three.
With a straight face, Schliemann bluntly rejected Ferron's plan to provide an escort, and followed His Highness out of the trading house without looking back.
Ampton wanted to visit the church. He hoped to understand how the Undercurrent Cult allows people to adapt to underground life.
Schliemann wanted to visit the workshop area to see if there were any fresh ideas that were not available outside.
Selu wanted to take a stroll around the city because Mersin once said that there were all kinds of mushrooms in the old caves near Dark Star City.
The captain wanted to use his authority to make a point. The down-and-out Wang Gong held his neck and acted like he was going there. Selu didn't need to think, she just lifted her legs and walked away. It's not like she didn't know the way back.
Finally, through mutual compromise between several people, the itinerary was finalized.
First we went to see the mushrooms, then to the mission area, and finally to the industrial workshop area that Schliemann had in mind.
The bug-pulled car was no longer enough to shock Schliemann, but the visual impact of the bug-pulled car in the traffic jam was quite large.
They were crowded in the old tunnel, unable to get out and unable to get in.
"Don't squeeze in! The collapse of the previous day or so was serious, and borers were infested, so all the trucks turned back!
Why don’t you believe it after saying it so many times…”
