Chen Yi looked at Josko's face.
Wearing a black robe, his face was full of wrinkles, and his figure was stooped. He had pointed ears, and his eyes could not be said to be kind, but indifferent. The aura of the dead soul was very strong on his body.
"Are you the one who... refused to die?" Chen Yi asked.
"It's me." Josko scratched his head and said, "Did you hear it from those talkative elves?"
"good."
Josko nodded. He looked up and down at the carriage crowded in the bedroom, and then said: "Well, let me introduce you to you. I am Josco. As you can see, I am a dead elf soul. This body, He used to be a ruler of elves, but he really didn't know how to use the ancient words sparingly, and he even tried to enter the ancient holy city to explore the mysteries of magic, so I stole this body through his ancient words."
Chen Yi listened silently. Josko made no secret of his behavior of stealing the body, and spoke frankly and frankly.
"A Kexi, a Yawen, and a Junzhi Elf." Josko glanced at them, "This is the first time I have seen a team without a Samb."
"Despite this, I have always been a devout believer in the Lord of Suffering." Chen Yi introduced himself: "My name is Chen Yi, this is Lomea Hansi, and this is Qinduil, we bodyguard."
"Well, I don't care about your origins. I only act in accordance with the contract, believers of the Lord of Suffering." Josko spread his hands and continued with Zhen Awen: "As you can see, this is the residence of Archduke Daniel. Since he and his family have passed away many years ago, this place now belongs to me. There are a few rules about my place."
"What rules?" asked Qinduil.
Josko glanced at her, who was also an elf, and said: "First, two meals will be prepared for you here, at noon and afternoon; second, everything you do when you leave this mansion has nothing to do with me, and in In this mansion, I will provide you with shelter as much as possible; 3. You are the guests here, and I will entertain you as usual, but it is important that you fully respect the rights of the owner; 4. If it is not necessary, I don’t recommend that you leave the mansion,” Josko paused and said, “It’s hard to see such a sensible dead soul.”
All the rules were explained one by one. Josko was no stranger to visitors like them, and his tone was neither familiar and attentive nor overly cold.
"Perhaps I have seen someone more sensible than you." Chen Yi smiled.
"You are very humorous... but forgive me, I really can't imagine it." After Josko finished speaking, he heard Amanda snort and exhale a few times, stepped back a few steps, stroked the wall and said, "Wait a moment, I will You have to tear down this wall to let your carriage out. You have to be lucky that this is the first floor."
Then Josko waved for them to step back. Chen Yi nodded and took a few steps back with the two of them.
Josko put his palms on the wall and chanted a spell.
A magic circle appeared in the palm of his hand, and then projected onto the wall.
There was a bang.
The entire wall began to disintegrate from its base, dissipating section by section, and smoke billowed up.
When it subsided, there was only a little bit of dust and gravel left on the ground where the wall originally stood.
Josco patted his wrinkled hands, and then he raised his hand to indicate that he could take the horse and carriage out.
Chenduil took the reins of Amanda and led the horse and carriage to the corridor. Josko led the way, passing through a mirror gallery filled with religious paintings and portraits, to the hanging crystal chandelier. hall.
Chen Yi looked at the door, which felt cold to the touch. It seemed to be made of boulders and coated with a layer of ancient brown wood paint.
Josko put his hands on the door and pushed it open.
Qinduil took Amanda out in the carriage and followed Josko's instructions to the stables not far away.
After placing the horse and carriage, Qinduil returned to the mansion.
Chen Yi looked at this glorious hall.
The brazier hangs from the beams, and the walls are made of large rocks. There is not much dust. It seems that Josko cleans it frequently. There are rows of tables and chairs on the floor, covered with large floral carpets. They used to hold banquets. The hall is used as a hall, and the most eye-catching thing in the hall is undoubtedly the true religious icon in the center, and the pagan portrait hanging behind it.
"It seems that this Archduke Charles obeys two masters." Chen Yi said.
Josko followed his gaze and smiled: "This is actually very common. When faced with the fear of destruction, people will beg for protection from various gods.
And that thousand years ago, more than half of the saints in this city converted to the King of Kings. The faith of the True Religion collapsed in this holy city at some point. Perhaps, this was also the reason why the true pope organized the bishops to re-edit the scriptures. "
"Are you familiar with that period?"
"...I was still alive at that time." Josko pointed at this body and laughed at himself: "Not like this old appearance, but he was still a famous elf scholar who appeared at banquets of upper-class nobles and once entered the palace. , meet the living saint who is still a child."
The Josco in front of him had seen Saint Venakana who had shed all his blood for the Holy Capital, and Chen Yi couldn't help but be curious about it.
"What kind of saint is that?" Chen Yi paused and explained: "I was once a true believer, but later I converted to the Lord of Suffering."
"So you are curious. I am not surprised. This is not the first time that I have been asked about the living saint." Josco raised his chin, pondered for a moment, and then said slowly: "To be honest, I just I met her once when she was a child and heard people say that she was... withdrawn. You know, a common problem among disabled people. Her legs were paralyzed, but it was said that she was cured later by the miracle of the Lord. I don't have any details about this. I don't know, I just know that it is a cursed family.
The day I saw her, she still couldn't stand up. She was sitting next to her father and mother. She didn't have a good look on anyone who came up to salute her, and she even said bad words to everyone who came forward to salute her. "
"Oh? I have never seen such a thing before..." Lomea, who listened silently, was surprised. She had never seen these records in scriptures and history books.
"Which book will record the imperfect appearance of a living saint?" Josco paused, rubbed his chin and said: "Let alone the last living saint. She shed her sacred silver blood and saved everyone's lives. Faith. You don’t know how aggressive the pagans who converted to paganism are, demanding that the new king convert to the King of Kings and wait for the judgment to come.
Now that I think about it, I can only express my feelings. It was such a difficult era, and the new king she enthroned was the last true believer king in this holy city. The night before the pale showers fell, martyrs were burned in the flames of the heathen. It can be said that this entire city was the embers of destruction at that time. "
