grown ups. "An Fei nodded slightly, with an expression of three points of respect and seven points of indifference on his face. It would be a bit hypocritical if it was all respect. Based on Silanberg's experience, he still has some discernment. If it is all respect, he still has some discernment. Being indifferent seems like not taking Silanberg seriously, which is even more inappropriate.
Chris and Suzanne also turned their attention to Silamberg. To be honest, they both had a bit of a headache. They were already quite old. They had enough time and experience to develop their own worldview and values. In their view, the world The most hollow and verbose thing in the world is when a believer is interpreting his own religion, but the other person is Silamberg, the high priest, and he has to listen even if he doesn't want to.
"If you want to understand the world from the inside, your starting point is wrong." Silamberger said with a smile.
"I'm just curious for a moment." Chris smiled bitterly.
Silanberg opened his mouth to say something, hesitated for a moment, but swallowed his words. He was also a sensible person. Although it was his unshirkable responsibility to be a high priest, preach doctrines and spread the glory of the God of Light, But he knew that none of An Fei and the other three believed in the God of Light. No matter how profound he spoke, it might be a waste of time and would be resented by young people. Silanberg smiled and looked at An Fei: "An Fei, does the book "Girl's Heart" really tell the story of creation?"
"Ah... yes." An Fei was surprised and nodded quickly in response.
"I have read similar books before, but the names are a little different." Silamberger narrowed his eyes.
"What book are you reading?"
""Heart of the Virgin", when the God of Light created this world, there was no light or life in this world. There was only boundless darkness. So..."
Chris and Susanna complained secretly, and Chris glanced at An Fei with a complaining look. This story was all caused by An Fei! But An Fei was biting his lip. His eyes were fixed on his toes, and he didn't know if he was listening carefully. What surprised Chris was that An Fei's lips had been bitten until they turned white, as if he was trying his best to control something.
There was the sound of footsteps in the stairwell, and Buzuliano walked up step by step. His steps were so slow and heavy that the floorboards kept making creaking sounds, but his eyes became as motionless as a pool of stagnant water.
Silamberg stopped his speech. As two old friends, and old friends who are in two camps and often have to fight secretly for each other's religious interests, he knows Buzuliano too well: "Something happened? Or...found those druids?"
Buzuliano only nodded: "Get ready, we have to leave early, otherwise it will be difficult for us to reach the Mambo territory tomorrow."
Silamberger could see that. Buzuliano didn't want to talk about those druids anymore. He sighed softly: "Okay."
"Actually, we have nothing to prepare. We can leave at any time." An Fei cleared his throat and continued.
"I'm going to make some preparations." Silanberg smiled and said, "Today's story is not finished yet. I will tell it to you when I have time."
An Fei and others still stayed in the hotel. Seeing Silanberge walking out of the courtyard, Buzuliano also left the hotel. Chris couldn't help scratching his head and frowning: "I hope he never has time! It's too painful to listen to that kind of story."
"Yeah, it doesn't make sense at all. This kind of story can tell the ending just by listening to the beginning. In the end, it must be the God of Light and the Virgin who created life together." An Fei emphasized the word 'together'.
"Together?" Regardless of his origin, Chris is a man after all, and some things can be solved with just one click.
"Yeah, together."
"You! Don't let Silanberg hear it, otherwise he will kill you!" Chris said with a wry smile.
"What? What did An Fei do wrong?" As soon as she heard that An Fei was in danger, Susanna's eyes immediately widened, and a dangerous cold light shot out of her eyes.
"It's nothing, An Fei and I made a joke." Chris was speechless. If he wanted to explain clearly, he should be the one in danger. It was teasing...
With a creak, the door on the left was pushed open, and Niya walked out while rubbing her eyes and yawning. Her hair was messy and her clothes had a lot of wrinkles. It looked like she slept in the same clothes.
"Niya, go get some more sleep. We have to hurry up during the day." An Fei said softly. The key to whether a plan can deceive the enemy's eyes lies in whether all the details can be perfected. Having already taken Nanna's collection, if he continued to hurry on, he would definitely arouse suspicion and look like he had laid a trap for others, so when Buzuliano proposed to set off immediately, An Fei did not object.
"I can't sleep. I have nightmares when I close my eyes." Niya put down her hand. Her eyes were red and bloodshot.
"Ha...like a little rabbit." An Fei laughed. Niya's mental state seems a little too tight
He hoped that Niya could turn her attention to other aspects.
"What little rabbit?" Niya didn't understand.
"An Fei is talking about you." Chris smiled.
Susanna rolled her eyes at An Fei, stretched out her hand to grab Niya, and dragged Niya into the room. After a while, Niya, who had become clean and well-groomed, walked out angrily. For a woman, she was... It's very shameful for people to see their unkempt appearance. What's even more annoying is that An Fei actually deliberately mocked her, saying that she looked like a rabbit. No matter how you look at it, rabbit is not a pleasant description.
"Children, it's time to go." Just when Niya was about to explode, Buzureano's vigorous voice came up from below.
"Let's go." An Fei smiled. He didn't necessarily need to be understood by someone he cared about, and he was too lazy to be understood. As long as Niya's mood changed, it would be fine.
Buzuliano prepared two carriages, one larger and one smaller. Perhaps taking into account Silanberg's identity and habits, the large carriage was more luxuriously decorated, with five horses pulling it. They are all pure white, and the horses An Fei and others ride during the day are intimately surrounding Buzureano. With this kind of nature, the druid can easily gain the love and trust of the animals. .
"Children, you go to Silanberg, my carriage is too small." Buzuliano patted the horse in front of him gently, raised his head and said.
"Sir, I want to ask you something. If it is convenient, please allow me to ride in the same carriage as you." An Fei's response is always the fastest.
"Okay." Buzuliano nodded. He also had a lot to say to An Fei. After all, the heart of nature fell from his hands to the outside. The fusion cannot be reversed, and the true heart of nature can be obtained. The man has also become the messenger of the goddess of nature. In public and private matters, he can only acquiesce in the facts. Therefore, he must get An Fei's promise, or at least An Fei's promise that he will vigorously help the elves and druids in the future, otherwise he has no way to explain.
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"Sir, there are some things I don't understand, and I hope you can teach me." Chris's reaction came second.
As for Susanna, there was no reaction at all. In other words, she was too lazy to react. She just needed to stay with An Fei silently.
"You are..." Buzureano was a little confused, and then a smile appeared on his lips. This was the first time he smiled after learning the news of the deaths of those druids: "Haha, aren't you very annoying? That magician?" Buzuliano's voice was not loud, but it was not quiet either. It was enough for Silamberger, who was sitting in the carriage, to hear clearly.
"No!" Chris said with a wry smile: "We really have something we don't understand to ask you for advice." This kind of thing must be explained clearly. They don't have to believe in the God of Light, but they can't question the God of Light or question the light. God’s teachings must not have a tendency to be offensive, otherwise something will happen.
"Young people must be brave enough to tell the truth." Seeing the increasingly bitter expression on Chris's face, Buzureano chuckled and said, "Okay, if you don't feel aggrieved, you can get in the car."
Niya looked left and right, and she didn't understand. Why didn't she do it in a big carriage, but she had to squeeze into a small carriage? However, the small carriage was already very crowded with four people in it. Even if she wanted to follow, there would be no room for her. Niya hesitated for a moment, then turned around and walked towards Silanberg's carriage.
The two carriages rushed towards the city gate one after another. It was still early, but there were already many pedestrians on the street. For the common people, it is a wise saying that the early bird catches the worm. It doesn't matter if the nobles are lazy. If the civilians were lazy they would starve to death.
The news that the city lord was killed has not yet spread, and the city is still very orderly. There are many believers of the Goddess of Nature on the streets, and they have spontaneously acted as patrols. This is the only surprising thing.
Four druids quietly followed the carriage. An Fei lifted the curtain and took a look. He could sense that the four druids were very powerful. They should be Buzuliano's team. . The two druids in front noticed An Fei's gaze. They turned around and greeted An Fei with their heads. There was no hostility or hatred in their eyes, only respect. This made An Fei feel reassured. It seemed that tonight The conflict did not leave serious sequelae. In fact, this kind of believers is still easy to deal with, as long as they can have some kind of sacred identity.
"An Fei, Niya... won't be petty, right?" Chris suddenly asked worriedly.
"No, you underestimate her endurance." An Fei smiled. He remembered that when he first met Niya, Ernest's attitude towards Niya was not very good, but Niya was not impatient or impatient. , instead she kept pestering Ernest affectionately. Although she was a little willful, she knew the bottom line of willfulness and was not the kind of girl who was coquettish to the end.