The hunting dogs barked at the gangsters guarding the road.
The gangsters stared at the hunting dogs warily. As the barking became more and more fierce, they had to move out of the avenue.
"You guys, get away." Orion walked down the hillside.
He grabbed the end of the hunting bow and said that he was going to swing it at the gangsters who were hunting birds.
"Ogden raised by pigs! Damn the mule driver!" The gangsters stared at the ferocious hounds for a while, and then stared at the hunters for a while.
"How dare you guard this road, a bunch of people who have nothing to do all day long!" Orion took his bow and drew it hard at the leading gangster.
The gangster jumped away, and they dispersed in a hurry, shouting as they ran: "Our grandfather paved this road, so we should collect some money."
"The gods created you bastards, why don't they ask you for gold?" Ogden roared, shaking his beard.
The gangsters who blocked the road and asked for money dispersed, and the middle-aged Orion, who was called Ogden, turned to look at the carriage.
He walked over step by step, holding a hunting bow.
Chen Yi poked his head out from the curtain and looked at the hunter up and down.
Orion's brow is bitter, squeezed by years of sorrow, his hair and beard are gray, and his eyes are weathered. He has a strong body, more like a knight than Orion.
Ogden walked up to the carriage. Chenduil thought he was here to ask for money, so he reached into his pocket and prepared to take out a few copper dirs.
"Go ahead now. I drove away the people guarding the road asking for money. May the Lord bless you." Ogden said this.
Qinduil responded, a little surprised by Orion's words.
The latter glanced at her outfit.
"Leather...you are a female sergeant? It's really rare." Ogden said in surprise.
Incenduil wore a hood, so he didn't see the long pointed elf ears, otherwise he would be even more surprised.
"Is this road yours?" Chen Yi asked.
Ogden focused his eyes on him and saw that they did not look like pagans. He softened his tone and said, "Yes, I bought them from the baron."
"Logically speaking, you should ask us for money." Chen Yi said.
"I won't and shouldn't ask you for money." Orion shook his head.
Chen Yi looked at the hunter.
Ogden raised his hand and made a ring salute and said, "I have dedicated it to the Lord a long time ago."
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After this little incident, Chen Yi and his party entered Kangda Town.
It has to be said that Kangda Town is very small. There is a square with a platform and wooden shackles, and it is crowded with merchants. Except for those near the square, the other houses are scattered and cannot be connected in a row, and most of them are Longhouse.
Kangda Town is actually a place between a small town and a village.
Chenduil parked the carriage in the market place, and they had to find a place to stay.
The seemingly noisy market is shrouded in clouds of doubt and fear.
Chen Yi led Luomea out of the carriage, and he heard the passers-by whispering about the ghost lingering in the town.
"We have to find a hotel." Chen Yi said.
Lomea nodded slightly.
It was not the first time Chen Yi came to Kunda Town, so he had a general impression. He took Lomea towards the hotel, while Qinduil stayed there to watch the carriage.
The two stepped into the door of the hotel. What was strange was that although it was almost dusk, there were not many people drinking in the hotel, and it looked very deserted.
The tavern owner rested his hands on the counter, listlessly settling the accounts.
He looked up and saw Chen Yi and Lomea, a man and a woman, and said, "There are no more rooms here. You should go elsewhere and find a family to stay. May the Lord bless you."
"Why is there no room?" Lomea asked subconsciously.
"Have you not heard that there is a ghost here? Those who come to do business do not dare to sleep in the carriage." The tavern owner pointed to the empty wine table, "At this time, this place should be packed with people, but now they all go back early It’s home.”
"Tell me what happened." Chen Yi said.
"Well, the ghost appeared last month. Very early on... some drunkards said that they saw people whose heads were opened with axes on the street. Lord, no one noticed it at first. I took this seriously and thought they were drinking too much." The tavern owner said, chanting the Lord and the Gods from time to time. "Later, a woman said that when she opened the door and window at night, she saw a man with his head split in two. He is swaying, his lips are pale, and his face is deathly black! He seems to be muttering something..."
"What are you talking about?"
The tavern owner lowered his voice at this time and warned: "Before I say this, I advise you with the conscience of a true believer to find a trustworthy person to stay with, and you can pay any amount of money."
"Okay, we know."
"According to what I heard from others, it was like this: 'Odun, Odun, the stingy devil!' Lord, God knows who he was talking about!" The tavern owner took a deep breath and straightened up, "Last week. ..The ghost attacked people. At night, someone was pushed into the well. When they saw it in the morning... he had already passed away. When he was fished out, everyone saw that his head was divided into two halves, and he was killed by someone. Use an ax to open the gourd. If this continues, you will have no choice but to call in the exorcist."
After finishing speaking, the tavern owner himself had goosebumps.
To his surprise, the two people in front of him didn't react much.
"Thank you for saying this, may God bless you." Lomea said, tugging on Chen Yi's sleeve, "Then let's find another place."
Walking back to the carriage, Lomea said, "I thought it was a rumor."
"Maybe there really is..." Chen Yi paused and continued: "Let's go find the people from the Torment Temple first."
Lomea nodded lightly, not to mention Qinduil, with his own strength as the main body of the sacrifice, sleeping in the carriage for one night would not cause any serious harm.
The missionary convoys of the Temple of the Cross are not difficult to find. They are piled up in a row over the market.
However, as soon as he got closer, there was a stench.
Missionary vehicles bearing the mark of the temple were engraved on them. The fronts and bodies of the vehicles were covered with filth, thick and smelly egg liquid, cow, sheep and pig feces, and rotten fruits scattered on the ground, surrounding the convoy.
The priests were holding water basins and working hard to clean the missionary vehicle.
Chen Yi approached, and the leading priest stared at him suspiciously.
"Hello, my co-worker," Chen Yi said the tribulation ceremony Babak taught him, "What's going on? What happened?"
Seeing that it was a believer, the priest softened his expression, returned the salute, and sighed: "People here... think that ghosts are wandering and we are behind them. It's really a shameful slander."
Chen Yi thought for a while and blamed the ghost incident on pagans. This kind of thing is actually not surprising.
"I feel sad for you, and also feel sorry for them. Not everyone can hear the teachings of the Lord of Suffering." Chen Yi said gracefully.
The priest nodded repeatedly and his mood eased a lot. A Keshi believer, which was really rare, said, "Tell me, my co-worker, is there anything I can do to help you? Are you here to pray?"
Chen Yi shook his head, opened his spiritual eyes, and whispered "Nawusuo", which is the ancient saying "deception".
He said in a sad tone: "I urgently need some medicinal herbs. My brother is seriously ill. I asked for medicine everywhere, but because of my identity as a believer, I was ostracized by the true believers. His illness became worse day by day, and he really couldn't survive it." . I heard someone said that the missionary convoy was in Kunda Town, so I rushed over immediately."
The priest quickly performed a tribulation and asked eagerly: "My poor co-worker, what kind of medicinal herb do you want?"
Chen Yi told the three materials needed.
After hearing this, the priest immediately hesitated.
"The blood of roses, the blue sword flower... I can give it to you, but the dried raven heart... I have to use it as a sacrifice to the Lord." The priest said apologetically.
Chen Yi rubbed his eyebrows. Rose Blood and Blue Sword Flower were not particularly rare. If you were lucky, you might be able to find them in the market. However, the dried raven heart is only used by people in the Temple of the Cross.
He turned sideways, took out the copper coin of misfortune from his pocket, and threw it away.
Seeing this action, the priest thought he was going to pay for the two materials, and said gently: "No, it doesn't have to be like this. It is what we priests should do to share the suffering of our co-workers."
"Thank you..." Chen Yi almost didn't react to his words.
Then, the priest turned around, took out the Blood of Rose and Blue Sword Flower from the carriage, and handed them to Chen Yi.
After Chen Yi took it, he heard the priest apologize again: "You know, we want to be a sacrifice to the Lord, and I really can't give you the raven's heart."
"Priest, a loyal believer of the Lord of Suffering," Chen Yi looked at the convoy full of filth and asked, "If I deal with the ghost, can you give me the raven heart?"
