Klima's face changed when he heard this, and he said seriously: "Master Knight, that is not an ordinary troll, it is Priest Stan! El Stan. Someone with a surname."
Chen Yi turned back to look at Klima and heard him continue: "Priest Stan is the caravan priest of our Shabu people. I advise you to respect him. He is the priest of my lord."
The priest of the Temple of Doom...
Chen Yi glanced sideways at the robed troll, feeling wary.
Although some armies have domesticated trolls as elephant-like war pets, in the eyes of most people, they are savage and terrifying. They are covered in fine scales like crocodiles, tough and invulnerable. Weak points, in the throat and eyes.
Chen Yi found it inconceivable that a troll with raw hair and blood, with at most the IQ of a five-year-old child, could be qualified for the work of a priest with many rituals.
Even though he found it strange, Chen Yi didn't stupidly ask Klima directly about the situation. Instead, he talked about another thing.
"Okay, Klima." Chen Yi turned around and asked, "I have to tell you something. Proust doesn't want to duel with you."
Klima was stunned, then showed an angry look and said: "What does this mean? Is he playing tricks on me?"
"Klima, this is a duel announced in advance. He is just bluffing. He gives you time to refuse." Chen Yi emphasized: "Proust just wants to regain his dignity. He doesn't want to duel with you. As long as you follow He apologizes, or pays, and the matter is settled.”
After Klima heard this, the anger on his face instantly collapsed, and he said: "It's too late! It's too late! I have already found a notary and agreed to a duel! I also promised his sister that if he wins the duel, I will take her with him. Let’s go! I can’t go back on my word, the notary is Priest Stan, I can’t go back on my word, otherwise our Lord will punish me, and I will fall into my Lord’s hell after my death.”
Listening to Klima's words, Chen Yi glanced at the troll again. He was far away and had his back to this side.
"Why did you agree? With your size, how could you agree to this duel?"
"His sister said I could win. She said Proust should have won, but our Lord blessed me and gave me good luck," Klima said.
"You believed it when she said it?"
"Why don't you believe it?" Klima asked subconsciously, and then explained: "Our Lord, the great Lord of Suffering, will bless us as long as we suffer on earth. I have been suffering since I was born, Look at how skinny I am, the person I love is a despicable prostitute, and I was unjustly accused and betrayed by my friends. It’s me who is suffering, why can’t I win?”
Believers who believe in the Temple of the Cross believe that the more you suffer, the easier it is to be blessed and you will have greater power.
In his series of words, Chen Yi captured this information.
But... was he really blessed?
Chen Yi glanced up and down at Krima, but saw no trace of blessing from the outside.
Maybe you have to go above the sea of clouds with thousands of pillars to see something.
And, weird, the whole thing is weird.
Proust said that Klima raped his sister.
Klima denied it and said his sister was his lover.
The most crucial and strange part of this duel lies in Proust's sister.
He raised his head and glanced at the sky. It was only afternoon now, and it was still far from nightfall. He couldn't climb onto the sea of clouds with thousands of pillars.
"First inquire about the Troll Priest, then test Proust's sister, and then go to the Kingdom of God tonight to sort out the whole thing."
After secretly making a decision, Chen Yi left the hotel's bulletin board and went to the market to inquire about the troll priest.
After finding several Shanbu merchants and spending nearly half a silver reed, Chen Yi confirmed each other and sorted out the information they had learned.
The Shanbu people's caravan was formed spontaneously without much binding force, and Priest Stan was the caravan priest they raised money to invite. There are also some Shanbu people in the caravan who believe in the True Religion or the Giant King Religion, and they also invited monks from the True Religion and the Giant King Priesthood.
Although Priest Stan is a troll, his intelligence is no different from that of ordinary people. Not only is he familiar with rituals, but he is also good at speaking. He regards his identity as a troll as a test for the Lord of Suffering.
Some Sambo people said that there is a residence area for the Sambo people in Kangda Town, another small town in the barony. Priest Stan stayed there and seemed to have gone to discuss matters with another priest.
"Judging from the information I have inquired about, there seems to be no suspicion, but... we cannot let down our guard. He is the priest of the Torment Temple." Chen Yi thought to himself.
Proust's sister was in a "baby van," a station wagon commonly used by prostitutes in Shamburg. To avoid indecency, the castle had banned vans from parking in the town square several years ago. city, so they usually stop at the borders of Resurrection Town.
Chen Yi was about to go to where the body wash trucks were gathered, but he saw Scholar Monroe hurriedly heading to the hotel where the troll priest was staying.
"Scholar Monroe? Where are you going?" Chen Yi reflexively asked, becoming alert.
"It's you, apprentice." Scholar Monroe said in surprise. He still recognized Chen Yi. Then he turned around and lowered his voice: "Apprentice, let me ask you, have you seen a troll wearing a robe? I want to find it."
Chen Yi's heart became solemn and he said: "I have seen it before. It is the caravan priest of the Shanbu people and a Monro scholar. Why are you looking for it?"
Hearing Chen Yi's question, Scholar Monroe did not intend to answer, and said seriously: "Thank you, apprentice, but this is my private matter. By the way, I suggest you not to get too close to the priests of the Torment Temple, they are all Not a good thing.”
Chen Yi frowned. The reason why Scholar Monroe was so anxious must not be simple.
After Scholar Monroe turned around and walked away a few meters, Chen Yi opened his spiritual eyes and chanted: "Nawu Suo."
"Scholar Monroe, I may be able to help you. I am the baron's knight." Chen Yi caught up with him.
Scholar Monroe turned around. For some reason, he felt a sense of trust in the young man in front of him, but he didn't want to say too much due to his emotions.
"Apprentice...it is related to the death of my wife. I can only tell you so much. This is my private matter." After Scholar Monroe finished speaking, he walked away without looking back.
Chen Yi lowered his head and glanced at the spiritual eye in the palm of his hand. In the past few times when he faced Proust or Klima, these ordinary people with weak spirituality always knew everything after using "deception", but when faced with a As a scholar, the effectiveness of ancient sayings is obviously not as good as before.
"First find Proust's sister, and then board the Kingdom of God as soon as possible."
After passing through most of Resurrection Town, Chen Yi saw gray leather cars crowded together in the lower reaches of the Honey River. They were all "body washing cars" for Shanbu prostitutes. The scantily clad Shanbu women were clustered around each other. Chatting by the river while waiting for night to come, when customers come to your door.
As Chen Yi approached, the women all looked over, and an older Shanbu woman stepped forward.
"Are you looking for Proust's sister?" After asking about Chenyi's intentions, the Shanbu woman said, "It's not her pick-up time now, and such a big thing has happened..."
"I'm not here to do this. I'm the lord's knight, here to investigate the whole thing." Chen Yi said using ancient sayings.
When she heard that it was a knight, the Shanbu woman looked nervous. She was afraid that the baron would drive away these "body washing cars" and leave them with no livelihood. She said: "Okay, I will take you to find her now."
