There are not many gods of order.
There are only about one-third of the total number of evil gods and demon gods.
But the problem is that the combat power of the gods of order is relatively high on average.
Even a god of order like the Water God who has lost his mind is quite powerful in combat.
Especially in the main plane, her combat power is exaggerated. It is estimated that only the natural god Winter Wolf can barely match her.
Compared to the Water God, the Storm Goddess's combat power is not too strong, but she is a very gentle and independent god. Her teachings are similar to those of the Eros Cult, in that they both advocate women's independence.
Just do it differently.
One is to let go of body and mind, and they can do everything men can do.
The Storm God Cult pays attention to self-discipline.
It seems that the teachings of the two schools are completely different on the surface, but in fact they reach the same goal by different paths.
If a guide marries a female Storm believer, he is bound to be 'shy' of his wife.
After so many years of playing games, Roland now has some understanding of all the core doctrines of the divine religion. Hearing this, he asked with a smile: "How many years have you and your wife been married?"
"It has been more than thirty years." A smile appeared on the old guide's face. He shook the yellow pony carrying the cart in front of him: "She was as beautiful as a flower back then, beautiful and tender. Now, like me, we have become old chickens, with several teeth missing and our backs bent.”
Roland lay on the cart and said with a smile: "In this world, it is a rare and lucky thing that we can grow old together without pain or worry."
Sixty years in life are rare!
This sentence is also applicable to ordinary people in this world.
Natural disasters and diseases are already deadly enough.
And then there are a bunch of supermen in this world with exaggerated fighting abilities.
How many ordinary people died like dogs just because they were passively involved in the overt and covert struggles of professionals.
There is no resistance.
It was precisely because he saw such a situation and knew such things that Roland had such a sigh.
"Yes." The old guide said very proudly: "My old lady and I are already the oldest couple in the town. I am the oldest old man."
"How old are you?" Roland looked at him in surprise: "You don't look very old."
"There are seventy-three."
"Amazing." Roland said with admiration: "It's really rare for someone at your age to have such a nimble body."
The old guide chuckled and said, "It's normal. We work all day long, and those of us with slim legs are in better health."
"Haha, that's not necessarily the case. The main reason is that you have a good physique."
"Hahaha." The old guide laughed loudly.
The carriage walked slowly on the road on the grassland. If he were to fly by himself, Roland would certainly be much faster.
But this time, it’s not about speed.
He comes to find people and kill them.
Intelligence is most important.
So he lay on the cart, looked at the blue sky and white clouds, put his hands behind his head, and asked slowly: "By the way, Old Beckrum, if you can be a guide, it means you know this grassland very well. "
"Of course. There is nothing on this grassland that I don't know about as long as it has happened."
"Then have you heard of any big shots coming out of here?" Roland asked lightly, "For example, a powerful magician or something like that."
Beckrum shook his head: "That's not true. Our place is a magical wasteland. You said it is possible to produce warriors, forget about the noble profession of magicians."
"Oh, that's such a pity." Roland sighed: "The teacher asked me to travel around. I heard that the scenery here is very beautiful. Come and have a look, and find out if there are any fellow magicians. In this way, you can enjoy the scenery on the journey. You can also communicate with your colleagues.”
"If there was a magician, he would definitely become a celebrity on our Croatian grasslands." Beckrum said helplessly: "I would have heard of it, but it's a pity that I haven't."
"Yeah, it's a pity."
Beckrum swung the riding crop again and said, "But for our prairie girls, Master Mage, you must give it a try."
Roland smiled and said, "There will be a chance."
Then neither of them spoke anymore.
The carriage carried Roland slowly to a town on the grassland.
Just as they arrived at the entrance of the town, someone shouted to Beckrum: "Old drunkard, you have brought guests again. It seems you can drink again. Be careful not to be beaten to death by Aunt Sophie."
"Haha, she can't catch up with me." The old man laughed and drove the carriage towards the town.
Some people who were particularly curious ran over to see who was on the cart. When they saw a mage wearing a robe, they were so frightened that they backed away.
No matter where they are, the status of a mage is very high.
The carriage drove through the town for a while, and then came to a small mud brick building.
Although the small building is not big, it has a small courtyard surrounded by an earthen wall about one meter high.
Several trees over three meters high were planted in the small courtyard to provide shade.
Under the shade of the tree, there is a round stone table and a few small stone stools.
It looks very lifelike.
Then there was an old woman inside, squeezing a nut and squeezing the pulp out of it.
Next to the old woman, there was a child who could not walk yet. He was all gray and crawling around on the ground, drooling and screaming, and from time to time he let out the sharp laughter unique to babies.
"Mr. Master, this is my home. You can stay in the room on the third floor and make sure it is clean. The rent is all included in your employment fee."
The old guide then shouted into the yard: "Old Sophie, go and get some clean water to quench the thirst of our guests."
The old woman stood up. Although her waist was indeed bent, she looked very energetic.
After smiling politely at Roland, the old woman entered the room.
Roland, on the other hand, was crawling around on the ground, and now he was at the feet of the old guide Beram, with his hands open to hug the child.
In his perception, the child's whole body was exuding weak magic waves.
The elements in the air were introduced into the little boy's body autonomously. In the end, because they were not stored in the room or used, they were naturally 'discharged'.
Roland was a little surprised.
Under normal circumstances, it would be difficult for ordinary people to guide the magic elements, otherwise the number of mages would not be so small.
But the child in front of him has the talent of passively attracting magic power.
The future is promising.
"Mr. Master, is there something wrong with my child?" The old guide hugged his grandson. He found that Roland's eyes were always glancing at his grandson, and he suddenly felt a little worried.
"It's really inappropriate."
The old guide's expression changed drastically.
Roland continued: "Your child has a strong magical talent. It would be a waste if we don't let him become a mage."
Ah... The old guide was a little confused.
He had previously thought that his grandson had some disease that ordinary people couldn't see, but the mage master said that his grandson was very talented as a magician
Until now, he still couldn't believe it. He was confused for a while and then asked: "Mr. Master, are you kidding me? We poor commoners and our ancestors are all ordinary people. How can we be born with the talent of a magician?" child?"
"Forget it if you don't believe it." Roland shook his head: "Just pretend I didn't say it."
"This..." The old guide was confused.
He wanted Roland to help him confirm his grandson's talent again, but the other party was obviously unwilling to say more.
At this time, the old woman who had just gone in to get water came out with a glass of water.
A porcelain bowl was used.
Roland didn't pay attention at first, but after taking two sips of water, he suddenly felt something was wrong.
It wasn't that there was something wrong with the water, but that he found himself holding a porcelain bowl.
There are also beautiful patterns on it.
In this world, porcelain is also a very expensive commodity.
Like the well-made porcelain bowl in his hand, the pattern on it even has a bit of elven style.
The higher the quality, the higher the price.
Roland looked at it carefully for a while, and then asked in surprise: "Where did you get this thing?"
The old woman smiled and said: "I picked it up. It has been more than ten years ago. I have to say that the things picked up in the field are practical and have not broken after so many years. They still look brand new."
"Where did you pick it up?"
"It's in the yellow field to the east outside the town." The old woman bent down and said slowly: "Many people picked up pots and tiles and other things there."
"Then I'll go over and take a look." Roland looked at his bowl for a while, and finally said: "I will come back to sleep in a while. You just spread the quilt on the third floor."
Then Roland left.
The old guide chased after him and shouted: "Mr. Master, do you want me to take you there?"
But Roland didn't seem to hear him, he walked very fast.
After a while, he disappeared into the crowd of people on the street.
Beckrum said helplessly: "What an impatient guest. By the way, Sophie, the mage master just now said that our grandson may be very talented as a magician."
The old woman glared at him: "Stop dreaming. When you were young, you always wanted to be a magician. As a result, you went to big cities several times and came back. People in the village thought you were embarrassed. Now you still have the nerve to mention it." This issue?"
"I want my grandson to receive a better education in the future. Don't you think about how much our son has suffered just because he is illiterate?"
The old woman was stunned for a while, and then said: "Why don't we wait until our son and daughter-in-law come back to talk about this matter?"
"Okay, no matter what, we have to make preparations to send our grandson to a magic school first. Money is the most important thing.
It took more than ten years to save at least ten gold coins before he could reluctantly enroll in the magic academy established by France. "
The old woman listened, then she touched her grandson's head and smiled happily.
Roland left the city and walked east as the old woman said. Soon he found the yellow area.
After all, it is too easy to find a piece of yellow mud in a world where almost all pink flowers bloom.
It is as obvious as the Mediterranean Sea on the program's head, and it easily attracts others' attention.
Roland walked to the yellow mud, felt it, nodded and said to himself: "There is indeed a weak magic power left, but I don't know if it is Yabosuo's sealing point."
He opened his mental power and used his mental tentacles to go deep into the ground. Although he found a lot of gadgets, such as pottery jars containing many copper coins.
But these are not what Roland is looking for.
After searching with his mental tentacles for more than ten seconds, he stood up in disappointment: "Although there is magic left, it may not be him."
Roland didn't think that he would be able to find the enemy as soon as he came here.
Isn't the first thing a person who has been sealed away for hundreds of years do when he comes out quietly sneak away
"But the magic power is still there, and it's estimated that it won't last more than a few days!"
It seems that the goddess of magic has a good idea of her own strength and time calculations, even for people hundreds of years ago.
They are all resurrected now.
When Roland was thinking this, he had a spiritual tentacle and suddenly made a discovery.
Using the magic of turning mud into stone and fossils into mud, he quickly opened up the yellow land and found that special thing at the same time.
It's an earthenware jar.
Roland smashed the pottery jar on the spot and found a lot of silver and copper coins inside, but then he poured out something more interesting.
A dozen gems.
Red, green, and green.
If ordinary people saw these gems, they would definitely sell them for money.
But Roland knew that these gems were all spell-casting media.
In other words, there should be a powerful mage's body buried under the yellow mud.
Roland was very careful. He set up his magic shield, and then began to use fossils into mud like crazy.
The ground gradually parted, and soon he dug a large hole twenty meters deep.
Then in the cave, new evidence was found.
A catacomb with a simple structure but a large space.
There are also many magic items in this catacombs.
The old guide just said that there is no mage here in Croatia City, at least he has not seen one.
So the tomb in front of us, or the sealed space... really should be the place where Yajisuo stands
Roland stood up and jumped into the space.
It's filled with a faint aura of magic.
It is not naturally free, but is emitted by people unintentionally.
For example, when casting a spell, it is easy for the magic power to escape.
For a magician, such magical elements are almost indistinguishable from 'body odor'.
"Judging from the freshness of the remaining magic power, this person should have been away from here for less than ten days."
Roland walked around in the underground space and found nothing, so he jumped up again.
Then he searched along the town for a while, but found no other remnants of magic power.
In other words, the magician may have left town.
This is hard to find.
The Croatian grasslands are so big. Who knows where he will hide, and the other person may have left this town for a long time.
Roland walked around the town, and finally went to the tavern to find out some information.
As a result, the pubs here are closed during the day and only open for a few hours at night.
Roland was able to return to Beckrum's home.
At this time, Beckrum was holding his grandson and arguing with the middle-aged man opposite.
Roland walked over.
As he got closer, he heard Old Beckrum shouting: "Money, money, money, you know money. Of course I know that sending children to learn magic is expensive. But we still have at least ten years. If the whole family works hard, can we even Can’t even make money from tuition?”
"Of course we can make money, but why do we have to save all our money and starve for more than ten years for a child? We raise him, which is a huge kindness to him, old man, you understand ?"
Beckrum was so angry that he almost felt dizzy.
He gasped while stroking his forehead.
"And how could a magician come to our small place?" The middle-aged man laughed and said: "Old man, you are old and not smart anymore. You'd better not say a word about the ghost work of these fake magicians. letter."