Today's New Dunerker Port is extremely shabby, with only a few fishing boats going out to sea for fishing. Www!QUaNbEn-xIAoShUO!cOM
On the vast sea, there are only a few small and medium-sized fishing boats with white sails hanging, struggling lazily on the North Sea where small ice blocks have floated. The fishermen on the boat were simply white-haired old people or simply women and children.
Inside New Dunerker Port, the bustling workers and sailors on the wharf have almost disappeared. Only some old people were feebly guarding the trestle, staring blankly at the few inconspicuous white sails on the sea in the distance.
In the streets and alleys of the city, the soldiers responsible for daily security patrols are all elderly people over sixty years old. It is extremely rare to see a few young and middle-aged soldiers standing outside the gates of several important administrative departments with worried faces. Most of the pedestrians coming and going are old people, women and children, and young adults are rarely seen.
Arthur demobilized almost all the young men from the five major provinces under his control and forced them to join the army for the expedition to the Northeast Highlands. The consequences of this were that the five major provinces under his control became lifeless in just a few days, and the civil economy was completely destroyed. paralyzed. As long as this state lasts for three months, the social structure of the five northern provinces of the Gallic Empire is likely to collapse directly.
In such a desolate and desolate situation, in a small manor on the outskirts of New Dunerker, nearly a hundred strong and brave dead soldiers were hiding in all directions, keenly watching all the movements around them. Hundreds of tough warriors are hidden in the secret passages and secret chambers that extend in all directions underground. They are quietly practicing fighting spirit in the stone chamber without making any sound.
In a secret cave three hundred meters underground, Mr. Mo lay feebly on a stone couch. With a thin face, he frowned and looked at the ceiling of the secret room made of magical metals such as mithril and fine gold—obviously from The ceiling of dwarf craftsmanship is carved with complex magic arrays, and they are multiple three-dimensional nested magic arrays that only master-level array masters can master.
These magic arrays can effectively isolate the breath in the stone room, and can also prevent outsiders from scanning their mental power. The secrets here can be best kept. The secret room where Mr. Mo is located is quite large. The length and width are all ten meters away. Just the magic metal and various magic crystals required for this secret chamber would cost a lot of wealth to achieve.
He coughed lightly. Mr. Mo took a deep breath.
His eyes flickered, and at the same time there was a hint of suspicion and worry. He was personally captured by the three great Yuanzong of the church, and one of the Yuanzong even 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 divine popes of the mythical age in church legend.
Being captured by such an immortal old monster, Mr. Mo secretly thought that he was doomed to be unfortunate, but when he woke up, he had obviously escaped the control of the church. What surprised Mr. Mo was who had the strength to take him away from the hands of God Lawrence I
"Even if they are demons!" Mr. Mo muttered in a low voice: "As long as I can escape safely, I can continue to take care of Yitris... Then, even if they are demons, why can't I cooperate with them?"
With a calm smile, Mr. Mo sniffed slightly. The church people used some small tricks against him. It caused him a lot of pain, but when he woke up, there was a strange aftertaste of the medicine in his mouth. There is also a wonderful ointment aroma on the body.
among those who rescued him. There must be an extremely skilled pharmacist, and his attainments in pharmacy may even be a little better than Mr. Mo's? Mr. Mo clicked his lips. Secretly judge the identity of this person.
After all, as one of the inheritors of the Eight Classics of Qi Zheng'er of the Gods, Mr. Mo's attainments in pharmacy are unimaginable to ordinary people. The healing potion prepared by this person can make Mr. Mo feel inferior. Obviously, this person's origins are not simple.
"Could he be a fellow sect of Qi of the Gods?" Mr. Mo frowned. If it is a fellow sect of the Qi of the Gods, that is not a good thing. Mr. Mo would rather cooperate with the demons in the abyss world than have any involvement with the group of people from the Qi of the Gods.
After all, there are examples of demons who have successfully taken refuge in the church. As long as their souls and bodies can accept the baptism of divine power, the church does not mind having a few demons who have "returned from evil" and "abandoned the darkness to the light" as eagle dogs, and such eagle dogs can even Show the greatness of the gods!
But the teachings of the Initiation of the Gods completely hit the church's Achilles' heel. Members of the Initiation of the Gods are heretics who are absolutely impossible to be forgiven by the church. So Mr. Mo would rather cooperate with the devil than have anything to do with these fellow disciples - even if all his power comes from the inspiration of the gods, Mr. Mo still instinctively hates and guards against these damn guys.
"Who is it? Who could it be?" Mr. Mo frowned.
"Those wizards and priests in Odin's Temple? No, their potions are all derived from the power of flesh, blood and soul. This potion full of natural flavor is completely different from theirs."
"Those great druids of the almost extinct Druid sect? That's not right. Most of those guys are now under the protection of the elves. They rarely enter the western continent. Even if a few druids appear occasionally, they I don’t dare to attack the church.”
"So, who could it be?"
Just as Mr. Mo was muttering to himself in a low voice, the door suddenly opened.
Lin Qi, who had returned to his original appearance, wearing a set of low-key, conservative old-fashioned clothes, and even the small chain on the chest was exactly the same as the black beard of the year, took Yitris' little hand and walked in slowly.
Mr. Mo turned his head with difficulty to look at Yitris, and he showed a bright smile: "Etris, my daughter, are you okay?"
There was bright red grape juice hanging from the corners of Eatrix's mouth. Before Lin Qi had taken care of the matters at Burelei and took the time to come to New Dunerq, Eatrix was having a few 'enthusiastic' and 'caring' conversations. Under the care of Uncle Dragoon, we tasted fresh grape juice and various exquisite snacks.
Even though she has lost the emotions that a normal girl should have, Idris's soul still stays at the age she appeared to be. Wonderful snacks can always attract her attention, so she is completely immersed in what these delicious snacks bring to her. In her joy, she even forgot the existence of Mr. Mo for a moment.
After Lin Qi arrived, Yitris behaved very strangely.
She looked at Lin Qi with a strange look, and as Lin Qi continued to approach her, Iris's behavior became more and more strange. Finally, when Lin Qi took her little hand and brought her to see Mr. Mo, Iris didn't resist at all, but followed him in obediently.
Hearing Mr. Mo's words, Idris said nothing. She raised her head and looked at Lin Qi. That gesture showed her current situation without any explanation at all - a situation that made Mr. Mo almost crazy and almost murderous: If Without Lin Qi's permission, Idris would not even answer her father's cordial greetings!
Yitris's eyes widened and she stared at Lin Qi blankly with her clear but blank eyes. She acted 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.
"You! Yes! Itris! What did you do!"
Mr. Mo howled at the top of his lungs. The corner of his eye suddenly burst, and a stream of blood spurted out, which was more than a foot high.
Lin Qi took Yitris' little hand and slowly walked to Mr. Mo's side. He quietly looked down at Mr. Mo who was lying on the stone couch unable to move, and then sighed softly: "The church people are very cruel, but you can still speak, you are really lucky!"
Shrugging his shoulders, Lin Qi patted Yitris' little head: "Of course, this also has the effect of my potion. The healing potion I prepared should be quite effective? Look, look, as your savior, What can I do to your most precious daughter?”
Mr. Mo closed his mouth and stared at Lin Qi with narrowed eyes.
This pure oriental face, the long hair that spreads to the shoulders, the tall and majestic body, and the fortitude reveal a noble and mysterious temperament. It is as bright as a night star, and seems to hide countless secrets. Eyes that dare not look into the eyes.
Mr. Mo could swear that he had never seen this Oriental before him in his life. But his intuition and his soul were roaring crazily. He had seen this person before and had a very, very complicated involvement with him.
Opening his mouth in confusion, Mr. Mo muttered in a low voice: "I have rarely interacted with Easterners in my life. Of course, you cannot be an acquaintance of my wife. Although my wife is from the East, her family It was destroyed a long time ago, and after her death, her family no longer had any descendants.”
Lin Qi looked at Mr. Mo with a smile: "So, think about it? Think about it carefully?"
"Look back on your past years and dig out your deepest and most worrying memories. In your long life, there may be some people you have made friends with but missed it? Think about it, maybe in In the corner of your memory that you inadvertently think is rubbish, there will be some insignificant... traces of a humble little person like me?"
Mr. Mo opened his mouth wide, and then he let out a sad sigh from the depths of his throat and soul.
"Can the clergy in the Black Abyss Prison be bribed?"
"Those damn fanatics will secretly release heretics from the Black Abyss for gold coins?"
"It's really unbelievable to me, dear Lin Qi, little Lin Qi, after so many years, I can still see you alive?"
"Yeah, I always thought I was dreaming too!"
Lin Qi showed a bright smile, and then hit Mr. Mo hard on the chest with his elbow.
His chest and ribs were all broken, and Mr. Mo spurted blood three meters high.
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