early morning.
Alyssa woke up in a daze and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. The wooden board supported on the ground shook, causing her to almost fall to the ground.
This woke her up quickly.
The bonfire has been extinguished. Fortunately, this is a business road, and the surrounding beasts have been cleared away by business travelers, and nothing happened.
After sleeping for half the night, her back was sore, but Alyssa's condition was still much better than yesterday, when she was frightened and exhausted.
"Are you awake?" Marco walked out of the grass half tall by the roadside, holding three rabbits in his hand.
Alyssa nodded sheepishly.
"You go get some water, and I'll go to the river to deal with the rabbit. After breakfast, we'll set off," Marco said.
"Ah, okay." Alyssa was quite happy.
Rabbit is also meat. It is considered luxurious to have rabbit for breakfast when you go out.
It's said to be a river, but it's actually just a stream no more than one meter wide, more than thirty meters away from the road.
In fact, since the distance between cities is quite long, business roads generally follow water sources as much as possible.
Drinking water is still a trivial matter for people, but animals pulling carts have greater demand for water. If all the drinking water needs to be carried, it will occupy the cargo space, and cargo space is money.
"Would you like to wake Sansa up and ask her to look at the car?" Elissa said.
"Child, let her sleep. If there is any movement here, I can hear it."
Alyssa took out four large water bags, Marco carried the rabbit, and the two of them came to the river.
Alyssa poured out the remaining water in the water bag and pressed the water bag into the water to collect water. When she was receiving the third bag of water, she suddenly noticed a wisp of red floating along the water from upstream.
Alyssa scooped up a bit of red with her hand, put it in front of her eyes, smelled it with her nose, and smelled a familiar smell of blood, and quickly stopped Marco who was handling the rabbit: "This is blood, there may be trouble upstream, we'd better hurry up Let’s go, we’ll deal with it on the rabbit trail.”
"It's okay. Some people came after me last night. I have already disposed of them. It should be their blood," Marco said.
As he spoke, a pure black dagger in Marco's hand flipped and jumped like an elf on his fingertips. One moment, it was a complete rabbit. In the blink of an eye, the rabbit skin fell off. In the next blink of an eye, the rabbit meat had been divided into moderate sizes. The pieces of meat were neatly stacked on the rabbit skin.
Alyssa couldn't help but rub her eyes with her hands, wondering if she was dazzled.
Marco's process of handling the rabbit was as smooth as silk, as if the rabbit was originally a pile of meat wrapped in rabbit skin, and now it was just unfolded and rearranged.
"You rabbit - no, wait, what did you say?" Alyssa's reaction was a little slow.
"Someone chased them last night and I dealt with them. Several of the bodies were by the river. This should be their blood."
"Ah? I didn't hear any movement." Alyssa was a little doubtful about life.
"It's three or four miles away, so it's normal that you didn't hear me - OK, go back and light up the fire again, and we'll leave after we finish eating."
In a few words back and forth, Marco had already processed all three rabbits like magic. He swung the meat and skins in the stream, roughly washed away the blood, then inserted the dagger back into his waist and carried the rabbits. The skin-wrapped piece of flesh stood up.
It was only then that Alyssa noticed that Marco's original patched and tattered thick leather armor was gone. Now he was wearing a suit whose main color was dark gold, with two white lilies on the left and right sides of his chest. Although the slim leather armor with decorative patterns looks relatively thin, judging from the incantations on the decorative patterns, it is probably a rare piece of magic equipment.
In addition, Marco's belt and boots were also changed, and the weapons were changed from scimitars to one-handed swords and daggers - all the equipment on his body can be said to have been changed.
Today, Marco looks slender, with a slender waist and a clean back, with neatly styled hair. He has an indescribable grace in his movements, unlike a mercenary licking blood with his blade. Rather, he looks like an aristocratic young man who is away from home.
Alyssa suddenly felt a little embarrassed - compared to the other person's neatness, she looked like a peasant woman who had just crawled out of the haystack.
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Maruvi City.
A priest in black walked around the church, looking at the door from time to time.
A middle-aged man walked in outside the door.
The black priest's eyes immediately focused on him.
"Nkoto, if all members of the Wild Tooth mercenary group are dispatched, there will be no problem, not to mention Mr. Ross, Column cannot escape."
"I don't care whether that kid from Colum is dead or not, what matters is the oracle tablet!"
"Come on, Nkoto, everyone knows that the oracles are made by you. If you lose the oracle clay tablet, just throw it away. At worst, buy another one." The middle-aged man waved his hand and didn't care what Nkoto said. if.
In fact, many people in the upper class doubt that God does not exist, or that God may be a super powerful wizard.
Since the first legendary wizard appeared seven hundred years ago, wizards have cracked most of the magical spells, proving that as long as they are qualified as spellcasters and understand the working principles of magical spells, even if they do not believe in gods, they can still produce the same effect. Spells.
Maybe the sound and light effects are slightly different, but the effects are similar.
What's more, the Holy Lord's Hall of the Karon Empire has not only 1,000 but also 800.
At least two-thirds of these temples claim to have oracular tablets.
Oracle clay tablets are props used by gods to issue oracles. The oracles will be transmitted to priests in the form of words or symbols, and then the priests will interpret the oracles and announce them to believers.
As for the other third of the Holy Lord's Temple, they declare that they have better communication channels between gods and humans, such as a devout priest who can directly communicate with the Holy Lord God, or a holy pool that can display oracles - inside the holy pool The water is sold at a high price and will never dry up.
The oracle clay tablets back then were truly artifacts, but later a wizard cracked the information transmission method of the oracle clay tablets and could display whatever he wanted to say or simple images on the special clay tablets at will. As a result, a large number of forged The oracular tablets appeared.
Nowadays, there are alchemy workshops everywhere that can make oracle clay tablets. It cannot be said that it is not valuable, but it is only the price of a low-level magic item. The cost of decorating the oracle clay tablets is usually more valuable than the oracle clay tablet itself.
"This oracle clay tablet is real! The world is really facing a crisis!" Nkoto's eyes turned red when he saw that he didn't believe it.
The original oracular clay tablet in Maluvi Cathedral was accidentally broken by a cleaning priest. As a last resort, everyone found an old-fashioned oracular clay tablet from the utility room and used it as a temporary support.
When the latest version of the custom-made oracle clay tablet arrived, this thing was going to be thrown into the utility room to collect dust.
Who would have thought that during a daily prayer, the Holy Lord God actually sent an oracle through this oracular clay tablet.
In fact, if God had not directly communicated with his soul and allowed him to experience God's great, huge, grand, and boundless mind like the sky, he would not have believed that the oracular clay tablet in front of him was actually true. One of the original thirteen oracular tablets.
The middle-aged man didn't believe it, and still thought that he was worried that the family might miss the chase.
"Okay, okay, Nkoto, we are brothers, and there is no one else in the church now. You don't have to be so cautious in front of me - the world is facing a crisis, so you have to pay the holy war tax oracle, The Holy Bishop has issued it no less than thirty times.”
The middle-aged man sighed, patted Nkoto on the shoulder, turned around and walked out.
Nkoto was not the first noble boy to be brainwashed by the Holy Bishop.
If the Holy Bishop did not have this kind of brainwashing ability, he would have been completely controlled by the nobles.
