In October, the autumn wind blew slowly across the lakeside and across the wilderness, bringing a hint of coolness to the people in the northern border of the kingdom who had been busy for a day.
Tilar is an ordinary worker in a small town in the northern part of the kingdom. He has received several awards for his outstanding work ability.
But few people know that this is just an identity used to hide.
Just a few years ago, when the empire ruled this land and the glory of the Lord still existed in everyone's heart, Tilar was still a high-ranking great earl, the Lord's pastor on earth, and a prepared church bishop!
It's a pity that this once extremely glorious identity has now become a reminder. His castle, property, and territory have all been devoured by those shameful wizards and demon minions, so that Tiral has to abandon his past pride. Everything, he fled the prosperous imperial capital in a hurry, hiding his identity and came to this desolate northern town.
As for becoming a worker, it is a helpless move, because now in the entire kingdom, as long as the hands and feet are still agile, no one from the seventy-year-old man to the ten-year-old child can stop working!
There are even people competing for many jobs!
Perhaps because he was too unique and attracted the attention of those wizards, Tilar suppressed his humiliation, unwillingness and resentment in his heart and found a job in a workshop that produced new muskets.
With the outstanding social skills of the nobles and the excellent physical fitness brought by baptism, he managed to get into a management position and solved the problems of identity and food.
But Tiral is not satisfied with this, nor has he forgotten his identity!
The hands that were originally used to hold the sword were used to cut and polish wood, and they had to work with the smelly poor people every day. This was undoubtedly a shame for Tilar, a former noble and clergyman. !
Fortunately, Tiral believed that all this was only temporary, so he was able to endure it.
In fact, in the northern part of the kingdom, there were not a few people who had the same experience as him.
After all, the northern border is desolate and has a mixed population. It is located on the edge of the kingdom and has a large inaccessible area, which is very suitable for hiding. In the past, it was also the headquarters of the Church's God's Punishment Army.
Now that the empire has disintegrated and the church has collapsed, this place has become the most active place for the church and nobles, and they have gathered strength to form a secret organization - the Moon Watchers!
Only former nobles, church personnel and the most staunch believers of the Moon God are recruited, with only one purpose, and that is to awaken the Moon God from his slumber through devout prayers and end the doomsday!
Well, it’s just a deep sleep!
Because the church system collapsed so quickly, a large number of bishops and even cardinals died inexplicably. This bizarre situation plunged many remaining clergy into endless panic.
But no one wants to believe that the Moon God, the creator of all things and possessing infinite divine power, will fall!
Just before, the Holy City conveyed the news that the end was coming, which allowed the remaining nobles and church personnel to figure out what happened.
It must be because of the moral collapse and lack of faith of the people of the empire that the great Lord fell into a deep sleep in despair and acquiesced to the coming of the end!
As long as they still pray devoutly, one day, the Lord will wake up from his endless sleep and cleanse the entire earth!
When the time comes, they can not only regain their previous glory and status, but they can also go a step further and become high-ranking cardinals or even kings and emperors!
Tiral is a member of the [Moon Watchers] organization, and today is when they hold a regular meeting!
In order not to lose face in front of his colleagues, Tilar took off his dirty work clothes and put on a pair of gorgeous clothes bought with a lot of money, which was not eye-catching in today's kingdom.
Because even the dogs on the roadside may be wearing colorful clothes, and the grooms and vendors on the roadside are no worse than the nobles in the past.
In Tilar's view, this undoubtedly violated the order and dignity of the world, and would have aroused the wrath of God before!
The venue of this rally was set on a farm not far from the town.
When he first took over the title from his dead father and first became a lord, Tiral once went to inspect the farmland in the territory, and everything he saw was a smelly and messy scene.
Animal excrement, garbage piled all over the floor, and even traces of urine and unknown dirt on the walls made people almost nauseous.
And those humble farmers are stupid and ugly. They only know how to wave their hoes on the land, regardless of whether the splashed soil will contaminate pedestrians...
That scene was forever engraved in Tilar's heart, and he believed his father's words more and more - nobles are noble people appointed by the great Moon God to assist bishops and priests in managing intelligent creatures in the world!
But this time when Tiral arrived outside the farm, he saw a different scene. The road was flat and wide, and the large and neatly divided wheat fields could not be seen to the edge.
Three large, strange-looking alchemy instruments are galloping in the loess, carrying out a new round of autumn planting!
Seeing this, Tiral could not help but feel a trace of jealousy in his heart. In his opinion, this farm was simply a new type of territory, and the wizards actually let a humble farmer manage it...
"These damn wizards..." Tiral cursed secretly in his heart, then straightened his clothes, and after going through an identity check, entered the farm.
Tilar was not the latest one to come, but he was not the first either. More than seventy nobles in gorgeous clothes were gathering in the farm to talk and talk about past deeds.
What made Tilar a little embarrassed was that most of the nobles present were wearing this year's latest and most popular clothes, but what he was wearing was already the old style from the year before, and he looked a little out of place among the crowd.
Directly in front of his eyes, Northen, the former seventh prince of the empire, was surrounded by a group of nobles, talking loudly about how they should mobilize manpower to counterattack the Magic Kingdom after the Moon God awakened.
After seeing Tilar walking into the farm, Northen suddenly felt his eyes light up and walked over quickly. "You came just in time, Great Earl Tilar, who do you think the great Lord will make the new master of the empire?"
"There is no doubt that it will be you, Your Majesty Northen!" Tilar said in a good-natured manner.
Northen laughed and reached out to pat Tilar on the shoulder, promising that after they had passed through the most difficult time, defeated the wizards, and regained the glory of the past empire, they would definitely give him a gift. In return, he received the title of Grand Duke and a large area of the most fertile territory.
Tilar expressed his gratitude, but he couldn't help but lament in his heart.
Those gathered in this small farm were all important ministers of the empire in the past, but now they were reduced to this.
The former adjutant of God's Punishment Army was blowing glass in the workshop, the high-ranking bishop was lurking in the city guard as a squad leader, and the most miserable nobleman was even reduced to a dung picker!
However, according to his own statement, this was a sacrifice made for the great Lord, because the dung carrier is the only position that can enter and exit some key areas without verification, and can provide a lot of key intelligence.
Only here can they feel that their proud identities as nobles and clergy are still true!
Tilar sighed and thought, and then soon noticed that the noisy chatter in the farm suddenly subsided. He quickly turned his head and looked over. The person who came was none other than one of the few remaining bishops in the church. The Sleeping Moon God said The proposer, Lord Seediq!
All the nobles and priests present hurriedly saluted respectfully.
The seventh prince Noson took a few steps forward and asked eagerly. "Bishop Seedek, I don't know how long it will take for the great Moon God to wake up!"
Seedek stared deeply at Noson, then looked at the other nobles who were also looking forward to this answer, and answered calmly. "This is closely related to whether our prayers are pious..."
"The Lord needs to see our repentance and sincerity! But obviously, the faith of some of us is not as strong as He stated!"
Seedek's words made Tilar and others change their expressions slightly, and their eyes began to wander towards the colleagues beside them, with a strong look of wariness hidden in their kind eyes.
Three months ago, a young noble who betrayed his faith revealed the location of their gathering to the wizards, causing the [Moonwatcher] organization to lose a lot of manpower, and even almost annihilated the entire army.
This profound lesson also made Tilar and others become vigilant, and the meeting time was changed from once a month to irregular summonses.
Seedek looked at everyone present, and after a long time he changed his tone and said with relief. "But I believe that the true betrayers of faith have been expelled from [Moonwatcher], and the rest are our own people who are trustworthy..."
Then, before Tiral and others could reply, they spoke again and announced a big news!
Not long ago, he sensed signs of the Moon God's awakening!
"Are you sure, Bishop Seedek?" Prince Northen was so excited that he couldn't control himself, and his tone was trembling.
The other nobles and priests were all staring at Seedek, as if they would rush up and tear him apart if he said a single word "no".
"Of course, I'm sure!" Bishop Seedek said categorically, and then raised his hand to prove his words with facts. A faint light immediately appeared in the palm of his hand.
"Divinity, this is magic!" A great nobleman shouted with excitement and a crazy expression.
Although many people recognized that this was just the simplest magic spell - the light spell, the meaning it represented made everyone feel ecstatic!
"I knew that the great Moon God must not have abandoned us!" A pious priest knelt down and cried out.
When the church collapsed and the empire fell, the remaining clergy realized that they had lost the ability to perform divine magic.
This is undoubtedly a very serious blow, which has shaken the faith in many people's hearts, leading to an extremely terrifying speculation as to whether the great Moon God has fallen!
Some people cannot accept the facts and choose to commit suicide, while others are frantically searching for any evidence that the Moon God still exists.
For example, the changes in the moon phase some time ago, and the unusual moon day that lasted for several months have become proof that the God of the Moon has not yet fallen, but has just fallen into a deep sleep!
The Moon Watchers organization was thus established!
It's just that these evidences are very weak in the face of the increasingly 'dark' reality.
Five years... They have waited for five full years, and now they finally see the dawn!
This ecstasy lasted for several hours without stopping. The excited Prince Northen even proposed a grand celebration dance, as if he had seen the victory in advance!
Bishop Seediq had no choice but to speak, bringing everyone back to reality from their illusory victory. "Although the great Moon God has responded somewhat because of our devout prayers day and night, the end is not over yet. We have not done enough, and the Lord's tests are still continuing!"
"What else do we need to do to pass the Lord's test?" Tiral quickly asked.
"Do what we should do, and the Lord will judge everything!" Bishop Seediq said simply and clearly, and then changed the topic and asked about what they had done for the Lord in the past three months. What things.
Inspired by the impending resurrection of the Moon God, all the nobles present immediately boasted about how many people they had secretly recruited in the past few months and what critical information they had obtained.
It is precisely based on this that they never think that they are working for evil wizards to make a living. Instead, they endure the humiliation and prepare for the great cause of the empire and the church's counterattack!
Soon it was Tilar's turn to speak. He raised his eyebrows and said proudly.
"After two years of exploration, I have successfully mastered the skills of those wizards in making muskets!"
Hearing this, everyone present was immediately in awe.
Bishop Seediq also had a look of surprise on his face.
They will never forget that it was this new weapon called a musket that defeated the Divine Punishment Cavalry that the empire was proud of. Even some bishops died in frustration under the siege of the large group of musketeers!
"Very good, very good!" Prince Northen looked at Tiral with red eyes. "As long as you are willing to contribute the blueprints, you will be the king of [Hadra Tower] when the empire is restored!"
The nobles looked at Tiral with envy in their eyes. The Kingdom of Hadratah is now the most prosperous area in the entire empire. Even the former imperial capital cannot compare with it!
Bishop Seediq also quickly made the same promise.
Having obtained the double promise of the future emperor and the pope, Tiral handed over the blueprints he had painstakingly drawn, one of the biggest secrets of the wizard-ruled empire, the blueprints for making muskets and bullets...
(End of chapter)
