"We are from the Miya sect."
The paladin heard the old bishop repeat it, and then he noticed the somewhat unfamiliar sect name, and a subordinate beside him remembered something, and whispered a few words in a hurry.
Only then did the paladin show a sober expression, and quickly said:
"It turned out to be a friend of the Miya Sect. I'm sorry. I haven't closed my eyes since yesterday. My mind is a little messed up. I almost forgot Master Artanis' order..."
"Your campsite has already been prepared, it is the best location, please come with me."
As he spoke, he managed to squeeze out a somewhat enthusiastic smile, and hurriedly walked forward to lead the way.
"Why does this person change his face faster than turning the pages of a book? Have you used magic?"
Gallo asked in a low voice.
"No... "
The old bishop shook his head:
"It's just that Artanis has always been more careful and will always make arrangements in advance."
"By the way, who is Artanis? The name sounds familiar..."
Gallo asked curiously again.
"It's that unusual guest a few days ago."
Hearing the old bishop's answer, Gallo suddenly showed a thoughtful expression. It seems that the guest and the old bishop had a good chat, and they had a good conversation. A little help.
It seems that the teachings of the goddess are indeed correct, and it is indeed correct to be kind to others.
The paladin brought Gallo and the others to an open space next to it. It had been cleaned up very well, and it was also very close to the camps of the three Orthodox churches. I don't know how much stronger the rocky beach is.
A crusader took out a wooden sign that he carried with him, carved the name of the Miya sect on it with a sword, and then inserted it to the side, indicating the temporary ownership of this area.
In order to alleviate the previous embarrassment, the paladin also explained a few sentences:
"There are too many people who came to admire the miracle, fish and dragons mixed together, and we don't know if there are cultists and thugs among them, and we have no way to distinguish and screen them one by one, so we can only divide the territory clearly like this to avoid trouble. "
"I offended you a lot earlier, I hope you will understand Haihan."
The old bishop and Gallo nodded, expressing their understanding.
The paladin breathed a sigh of relief, and watched Gallo unload the large and small luggage from the car, and asked curiously:
"You actually came to such a deep place relying on this mule?"
The way in was not easy. He had a deep understanding of it. The carriage and baggage could not enter at all. Then how did the mule drag the cart in
"Amiya is not a mule, she is obviously a little donkey!"
Gallo quickly corrected the other party's erroneous remarks, and added:
"It's strong, and of course it can drag a car in."
The paladin was stunned for a while, but he didn't have the energy to ask, so he exchanged a few words, turned and left.
As soon as he turned his head and left, Gallo and Amiya began to set up the tent, and the old bishop planned to take the kittens to find dry wood for the fire.
As for Lilian Luo, she is still sleeping soundly...
"Why don't you go? It's very bright here. If you need fire, you can use the holy flame?"
Gallo stopped the old bishop who was about to leave.
After all, this is already within the scope of the ruins wasteland. Although the lighting of the beam of light makes the surrounding area quite bright, and the visibility is slightly higher than that of a full moon night, there are still many areas shrouded in darkness, and no one knows where Will there be any danger lurking in the face
But the old bishop declined his offer:
"Don't worry, I won't go far, and I can save you some energy..."
"And we always have to eat hot food, right? Your holy flame can't even burn water..."
After hearing this, Gallo couldn't help but bowed his head in shame.
When the church was still in trouble, he also had the idea of using holy flames instead of ordinary flames, which would save the church a lot of money for firewood.
But he quickly gave up this immature idea, because the power of the Holy Flame is not easy to control...
When potatoes are thrown in, they will be vaporized immediately; when used to boil water, one piece of the pot can be melted.
"Then let me go. You are old, so don't torment yourself."
Gallo continued.
"It's okay, don't underestimate me."
The old bishop smiled, and stubbornly took the kittens away.
After a while, the tent was set up, and the old bishop came back with firewood and lit a bonfire.
Gallo threw a few potatoes into the fire, then turned to look at the kittens who were helping the old bishop pack his luggage.
The little milk cats were taken aback immediately, and quickly yelled 'meow meow' to Lilian Luo who was still sleeping.
"No, are you going to make a mistake? I'm just worried about what you eat..."
Gallo said helplessly.
"I brought goat's milk."
As the old bishop said, he poured the goat milk that had been knocked into the bottle into a small pot, set it on the campfire to heat it up, and picked up the kittens one by one, wrapping scarves around them.
Even in the wild, it is necessary to pursue the quality of life.
After a simple dinner, the two of Gallo, who were exhausted by boats and cars, planned to have an early rest, so the old bishop cast a cleansing spell on the two of them, and then changed into pajamas of the same style, as well as long hair. Nightcap with long tip and pom pom.
After all, he was sleeping in the wild, which was different from his home, and the temperature in the wasteland was still very low. An extra layer of clothes would give him a sense of security.
However, Gallo was still not at ease, so he blessed the old bishop, Kitty Cat, and Lilian Luo with several magical spells to ensure that even if they were attacked in their sleep, their lives would not be in danger.
The old bishop silently felt the magic spells on his body, and couldn't help showing a dumbfounding expression. This kid actually used all the protection magic spells from the first to the seventh rank...
Although it doesn't affect the movement, it gives him a feeling of wearing a plate armor... oh no, it should be like wearing a city wall...
Moreover, these divine arts are not simply a layer-by-layer blessing, but form a system with each other, which can not only complement each other, but also resonate and superimpose each other. The protective performance exerted may not be inferior to that of gods or angels An eighth-level divine art that can only be cast after consent...
This means that under the demigod, no one can shake this defense...
The old bishop secretly evaluated it in his heart and came to a terrible conclusion.
Maybe this kid can really take the little milk cat to challenge all kinds of beasts...
But... His previous protection magic was not so powerful, was it? Has it been edited again
Was it after being watched by the tree of Moros
"This should be fine, you can sleep in peace."
Gallo clapped his hands and smiled reassuringly.