Lorenzo asked, "What do the others in the temple think about this?"
Ma Qin said: "The death of the rabbit makes the fox sad. I heard that many people were frightened by such means, and they handed over their own evidence and joined Millianna."
Lorenzo said, "You are speaking in a very difficult language. You mean that most people are turning to her out of fear, right?"
"You can say that. But it's hard to say how sincere they are." Ma Qin stroked his mustache and said, "There must be many people who are dissatisfied. Maybe we can use these people."
Lorenzo looked at Ganor and asked, "Do you have any reliable friends in the temple here?"
"The previous high priest here was an old friend of my father. Several years ago, I came here to study and did know some of them. But I haven't been in touch with them over the years, so I don't know what they are doing now," said Gano.
"Then go and talk to them," said Lorenzo.
"I have no faith now, so I'm afraid I can't communicate with them." Ganuo said, with a tone that seemed to contain stubbornness and resentment.
"Don't you believe in the god of nature anymore?" asked Kalanda.
"Of course. Those bastards in the City of Gods have always claimed to represent the will of God, but what have they been doing since they came? I saw with my own eyes that they punched a big hole in my teacher's body, and my father and the others also disappeared. God's most loyal guards treated us like this, how much hope can I have for the gods? I used to believe that the God of Nature could make the world more stable and beautiful. The Temple of Nature is a neutral force that balances human society, and can make those greedy kings and nobles more law-abiding and not create disasters in the world. But now all my expectations of him are shattered." Ganuo said a lot in one breath, and felt that he had said out all the words he had been holding back. He thought that he would feel a little guilty for saying that he would no longer worship God. But now that he said so much in one breath, not only did he not have this feeling, but he also felt an unprecedented sense of comfort.
"Maybe your past friends feel the same as you do?" said Kalanda.
"This..." Ganuo was stunned.
"Isn't it? They are probably experiencing the same disillusionment these days?" Lorenzo stood up, walked over, patted him on the shoulder and said.
Borlando is a high-ranking priest of this temple. He was originally the assistant of the chief priest of the temple. However, after the chief priest surrendered to Millianna, he still did not gain her trust. Instead, Millianna found a reason to lock him up. Because he was familiar with various affairs in the temple, Millianna chose him to do various chores by her side.
Borlando has been walking on thin ice these days. He has witnessed with his own eyes how his companions were knocked down or even executed without any ability to resist in the face of absolute force.
He took the initiative to hand over his villa near the temple outside the city for Millianna's daily use, and also contributed a lot of magic supplies he had accumulated. He was always available for work and worked hard without complaint, just hoping that the moody Millianna would let him go.
But yesterday the Shadow Group was purged again. The leader, Valerino, died mysteriously, and his captains were all found to have problems. Some were arrested, and some escaped. Borlando didn't know when the knife would fall on his head.
That evening, he returned home alone from the temple outside the city. After giving up his villa, he lived in a two-story building in the civilian area of the city. Recently, he did not even bring guards with him, because there were complicated relationships between these temple knights. He was afraid that one of the guards might accidentally be related to a traitor and get into trouble.
When Borlando walked into the alley in front of his house, he found that the alley was empty. There was a mysterious atmosphere that made him feel very uneasy.
He took a step forward and stopped there stiffly. He wanted to retract his foot and run out of the alley. But he felt a breeze blowing beside him. A hand pressed on his shoulder.
After the man's push, Borlando felt that he couldn't use all his abilities, not to mention magic, even a spark couldn't be produced. He knew that he had offended a master with unfathomable strength.
"Don't move, and don't be nervous. I'm here to talk to you."
Borlando raised his hands. He knew that as a high-level person, he could do nothing in the face of such strength.
The man turned to face Borlando and smiled. Borlando felt that the young man in front of him looked familiar, so he said, "You are not..."
"Shh, don't talk, we can go to your room and have a good chat." The young man was naturally Ganor. He turned around, put his arm around Borlando's shoulder naturally, and walked towards the door of their house.
After pushing the door open and closing it, Borlando immediately asked in a low voice, "Sir Ganuo, why are you back here?"
Ganuo put down his hand on his shoulder and said, "I came to talk to you."
He wandered around the room. This house was just a spare room for Borlando in the city, but the furnishings inside were still very good. Ganuo even saw a lot of high-end furniture and objects produced by the Tower of China. For example, the big clock and crystal recorder that are indispensable in aristocratic families now, as well as various decorative ceramic plates, bottles and glassware. He roughly estimated that the furnishings in the house were several times more valuable than the house itself.
This is only possible in the homes of priests who are in the southern city-states and have connections with those trading companies. If it were in the northern kingdoms and empires, even if such a luxurious life would not be punished by the senior priests, it would not be in line with the simple style of the Temple of Nature and would cause all kinds of trouble.
However, Ganuo, who originally looked down on such people, did not have any ill feelings towards Bollando. Instead, he felt quite satisfied. If he was really a fanatic believer of the God of Nature, then there was nothing to say.
Borlando watched Garno walk into the living room from the doorway and quickly chased him in. He knew that he could kill the man with just one finger. So he asked cautiously, "Sir, I heard some bad news. It seems that your father and Priest Roland are in trouble?"
"Yeah. That's why I'm here."
"No, sir, someone must be chasing you now, right? This place is controlled by the saints of the Divine City. It will be very dangerous if you show up here. Why don't you find a place to hide first?"