Today, the port of New Dunker is so desolate that there are not even a few fishing boats out to sea.
On the vast sea, only a few small fishing boats with white sails are lazily struggling in the North Sea, which has floated on small ice blocks.
The fishermen on the boat were simply gray-haired old men or women and children.
Inside the port of New Dunke, the bustling workers and sailors on the wharf have almost disappeared, and only some old people are weakly guarding the trestle, staring blankly at the inconspicuous white sails on the sea in the distance.
In the streets and alleys of the city, the soldiers who are responsible for daily security patrols are also some old people over 60 years old, and it is extremely rare for a few young and middle-aged soldiers to stand outside the gates of several important administrative departments with sad faces.
Most of the pedestrians are elderly, women and children, and young adults are rarely seen.
Arthur transferred almost all the young men and women of the five major provinces under his control and forcibly enlisted them into the army to expedition to the northeast highlands, and the evil result was that the five major provinces under his rule became lifeless in just a few days, and the civil economy was completely paralyzed.
As long as this state of affairs lasted for three months, the social structure of the five northern provinces of the Gallic Empire was likely to collapse directly.
In such a desolate and gloomy situation, in a small manor on the outskirts of New Dunerke, nearly a hundred vigorous and brave dead soldiers are lurking in all directions, keenly watching all the movements around them.
In the secret passages and secret rooms that extend in all directions underground, hundreds of fierce warriors are hidden, and they are quietly cultivating their fighting spirit in the stone room, without making the slightest sound.
In a secret cave three hundred meters underground, Mr.
Mo was lying on a stone couch with a thin face, his face was thin and he frowned and looked at the ceiling of the secret room made of magical metals such as mythril and pure gold, and the ceiling was obviously carved with complex magic arrays from dwarven craftsmanship, and it was a multi-dimensional nested magic array that only a grandmaster-level array mage could master.
These magic arrays can effectively isolate the aura in the stone room, and can also prevent outsiders' mental power scanning.
You can keep the secrets here in the best possible way.
And the secret room where Mr.
Mo is located is not small.
The length and width are all ten meters away, and it takes a lot of wealth to do just the magical metals and various magic crystals needed for this secret room.
He coughed softly.
Mr.
Mo took a deep breath.
His eyes sparkled, and at the same time there was a hint of suspicion and worry.
He was captured by the three major Yuanzong of the Church, and one of the Yuanzong also reported his name, God Lawrence I.
This old guy has a great reputation in the history of the Western continent.
He is one of the eighteen gods of the mythological age in church legends.
Being captured by such an immortal old monster, Mr.
Mo secretly thought in his heart that he was doomed to misfortune, but by the time he sobered up, he was obviously out of the grasp of the church.
Mr.
Mo was surprised as to who had the strength to take him away from the god Lawrence I "Even if it's a demon," Mr.
Mo muttered in a low voice, "as long as I can get out safely, and I can continue to take care of Edith...
So, even if it's a demon, why can't I work with them?"
With a calm smile, Mr.
Mo sniffled slightly.
The people of the church used some small tricks against him.
He suffered a lot, but when he woke up, there was a strange aftertaste of the potion in his mouth.
There is a wonderful aroma of ointment on the body.
Among those who rescued him.
There must be an extremely clever pharmacist, and his attainments in pharmacy may even be a little stronger than Mr.
Mo's.
Secretly judged the identity of this person.
After all, as one of the inheritors of the Eight Classics of the Gods, Mr.
Mo's attainments in pharmacy are unimaginable to ordinary people.
And the healing potion prepared by this person can make Mr.
Mo feel inferior, obviously this person's origin will not be simple.
"Could it be the same door of the gods," Mr.
Mo frowned.
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If it's the same door of the gods' enlightenment, that's not a good thing.
Mr.
Mo would rather cooperate with the demons of the Abyss World than have any involvement with the group of people inspired by the gods.
After all, there are examples of demons who have successfully taken refuge in the church, as long as their souls can be baptized by divine power, the church does not mind a few demons who have changed their ways and abandoned darkness to the light as eagle dogs, and such eagle dogs can show the greatness of the gods But the doctrine of the Revelation of the Gods is a complete hit on the death of the Church, and the members of the Revelation of the Gods are heretics who can never be forgiven by the Church.
Therefore, Mr.
Mo would rather cooperate with demons, and he would never have anything to do with these fellow disciples, even if all his power comes from the revelation of the gods, but Mr.
Mo still instinctively dislikes and guards against these damn guys.
"Who is it, who will it be," Mr.
Mo frowned.
"Those wizards and priests of the Odin Temple, no, their potions are derived from the power of flesh and soul, and this potion full of natural breath is completely different from theirs."
"The great druids of the Druid sect that have almost been extinct are not right, most of those guys are now under the control of the elves, they rarely enter the Western Continent, even if a few druids occasionally appear, they dare not attack the church."
"So, who will it be?"
Just as Mr.
Mo was whispering to himself, the door suddenly opened.
Reverted to his original appearance, wearing a low-key, conservative old-fashioned costume, and even the small chain on his chest was exactly the same as the black beard on his chest, Lin Qi took Edith's little hand and walked in slowly.
Mr.
Mo turned his head to look at Edith with difficulty, and he showed a bright smile: "Edith, my daughter, are you okay?"
The corners of Edit's mouth hung with red grape juice, and before Lin Qi took care of the affairs of Bolelli and took time to come to New Dunker, Edith was munching on fresh grape juice and all kinds of exquisite snacks under the care of several enthusiastic and caring dragoon uncles.
Even if she has lost the affection that a normal girl should have, Edith's soul is still stuck at the age of her appearance, and wonderful little snacks always attract her attention, so she is completely immersed in the pleasure brought to her by these delicious snacks, and even forgets the existence of Mr.
Mo for a while.
And after Lin Qi arrived, Edith's behavior was very strange.
She looked at Lin Qi with a strange gaze, and as Lin Qi continued to approach her, Edithy's behavior became more and more bizarre.
In the end, when Lin Qi took her little hand and brought her to see Mr.
Mo, Edith did not resist at all, but obediently followed him in.
Hearing Mr.
Mo's words, Edith didn't say a word, she raised her head to look at Lin Qi, that gesture didn't need to be explained at all, it already showed that her current situation made Mr.
Mo almost crazy and almost violent and murderous: without Lin Qi's permission, even Edith would not answer her father's cordial greetings Edith's eyes widened, and her clear but blank eyes stared blankly at Lin Qi, who behaved like a well-behaved puppy, waiting for her master's orders.
Without Lin Qi's permission, although she heard Mr.
Mo's question, she would not have any response to Mr.
Mo's words.
"What did you do to Edith" Mr.
Mo howled hoarsely, the corners of his eyes suddenly cracked, and a string of blood spurted up more than a foot high.
Lin Qi took Edithy's little hand and slowly walked to Mr.
Mo's side.
He quietly looked down at Mr.
Mo, who was lying on the stone couch and couldn't move, and then sighed softly: "The people in the church are very ruthless, you can still speak, this is really lucky."
Shrugging his shoulders, Lin Qi patted Edithy's little head: "Of course, this also has the effect of my potion, the healing potion I concocted, the effect should be not bad, see, as your savior, what can I do to your most precious daughter."
Mr.
Mo closed his mouth, and he squinted his eyes and stared at Lin Qi.
This pure Oriental face, the long hair that fell to the shoulders, the tall and majestic body, the resoluteness revealed a noble and mysterious temperament, the bright like the night star, as if hiding countless secrets, people dare not face the eyes.
Mr.
Mo dared to swear that he had never seen this Oriental in front of him in his life.
But his intuition, his soul was roaring wildly, he had seen this man, and he had a very, very complicated connection with this man.
Blankly opening his mouth, Mr.
Mo muttered in a low voice: "In my life, I have rarely dealt with Orientals.
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Of course, you can't be an acquaintance of my wife, who is from the East, but her family was destroyed a long time ago, and after her death, there was no heir to her family. ” Lin Qi looked at Mr.
Mo with a smile: "Then, think about it, think about it carefully" "Looking back on your past years, dig out your deepest, most worrying memories, in your long life, maybe there are some people you have befriended, but you have missed the existence of the existence Think about it, maybe in your inadvertently, think that it is garbage in the corner of memory, there will be such a humble little person as me a little insignificant...
Traces" Mr.
Mo's mouth opened wide, and then he let out a mournful sigh from the depths of his soul.
"Can those clergy in the Black Abyss Divine Prison be bought?"
"Those damned fanatics will also secretly unleash heretics out of the abyss for gold" "It really makes me unbelievable, dear Lin Qi, Xiao Lin Qi, after so many years, I can still see you alive" "yes, I always thought I was dreaming."
Lin Qi showed a bright smile, and then slammed his elbow on Mr.
Mo's chest.
The ribs in his chest were broken, and Mr.
Mo's mouthful of blood spurted up to be three meters high.
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