Wizards are always patient.
Since Twisted Shadow can't deal with Leylin now, it will naturally try to create trouble for him.
In the end, if the Twisted Shadow regained its strength in its heyday and Leylin still didn't move forward, then the time for revenge will come!
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For ordinary people in the main material world, this kind of superior existence is like a fantasy to them. No matter what the gods and wizards do, it may not be as important as earning a few more coppers tomorrow-because of this relationship It's the size of black bread for tomorrow night! And the portion of beer!
Duo Lun is one of them. As a carpenter, he inherited the skills of his ancestors, which is not very good, even a bit lame, but his ancestors were carpenters, so he has no way out other than continuing to be a carpenter. .
Even, at a certain time every year, besides having to bring his own dry food to serve the lord, he must also be responsible for free maintenance of all wooden furniture in the lord's house, including the manger in the livestock shed...
Obviously, for him, such things as high-level gods and devils are just like knight novels, they are all pastimes spoken by bards, and have nothing to do with him.
However, all this will eventually change.
After seeing the purple moon turn into an evil eye and explode that day, even Doron felt that the peaceful days seemed to be gone forever.
The night brilliance brought about by the loss of the moon is only one aspect—after all, most ordinary people go to bed very early and cannot afford lamp oil and firewood for night lighting. There is no difference, of course, except for those noble ladies who like drinking parties and watching the moon.
What's more important is some kind of revelation brought by the shattering of the moon—whether the moon turns into purple vertical eyes, or the scene where the terrifying giant net shatters together with the moon, it's really like a masterpiece of devils and demons.
"That is the end of everything. There is an extremely powerful evil that is about to destroy the world..."
A somewhat crazy bard in the town also changed the tune of the usual waltz in the morning, and replaced it with a heavy prophecy, which made Duo Lun feel a little heavy.
"Gods... Maybe I'm overthinking, I should go to church recently, I need the help of the pastor..."
Duo Lun looked at the copper coins in his pocket. The surface of several bronze-colored coins was extremely smooth. It was obvious that they had been rubbed for a long time, and the edges were also damaged.
"Damn Mrs. Tillis... she must have had that fat piggy mammy trim the edges of the copper..."
Looking at his meager salary for a hard day, Duo Lun couldn't help complaining secretly.
Of course, he would not have the guts to resist so directly.
Even after seeing the vision a few days ago, Doron, who was restless, was still considering whether to go to the temple to donate something, and ask the gods to bless him.
In the world of gods, church and kingdom are everything! The former has faith, while the latter has secular power. No matter how poor they are, many civilians will send the only good things left to the two. Of course, the former is voluntary, and the latter is forced. There is no difference in essence, both are exploited to the last morsel.
"Hey, Doron! Are you done with Mrs. Tillis's house?"
A cheerful whistle sounded, accompanied by the voice of greeting. Duo Lun was very familiar with the owner of this voice, and this was his friend for many years.
He turned his head, and then he saw a young man wearing unusually unfit and oversized pants. The other person had large freckles on his face, and only a pair of eyes looked very alert.
"Hi! Mickey! Aren't you a servant in the temple of the goddess of the magic net? Why are you back suddenly?"
Doron said with some surprise.
After all, the town he is in is only a junior town, and there is only a temple of the God of Suffering built because of the lord's preference. The lords always prefer this god very much, wishing that all their subordinates belong to the other party. devout believers.
The Temple of the Goddess of the Magic Net where Mickey is located can only be found in faraway cities, and it takes a day and a half to ride a carriage from the town. He has only been to the city once, and was deeply shocked by the prosperity there, it feels like heaven.
For Mickey's work, he is still very envious.
Even if the opponent is just a servant of the lowest level, he is still in the temple anyway, and may even awaken the ability of magic to become a respected mage!
As soon as this was mentioned, Mickey's face darkened, and he spread his hands:
"Alas... don't mention it... Our temple has closed down, so I'm back!"
"The temple... closed down..." Duo Lun opened his mouth wide, obviously unable to understand the meaning of the combination of these two words.
There are temples where the true god sits, and those powerful priests who can perform magical magic. Even the temple with the lowest fee can attract wealth at a terrifying speed, and such a church will go bankrupt
"You don't know... Let me tell you... it's true, those priests in our temple suddenly died suddenly on the 'Dark Day of the Moon', and the rest are crying all day long..."
After Mickey went to the city, he obviously became very chatty. He quietly approached Doron, covered his lips with his hands, and said in a low voice: "I heard... it's the goddess of the magic net... Fallen!!!"
"The goddess of the magic net... has fallen?!"
Duo Lun didn't feel much. After all, the gods were too far away from him, and Mystra was not his belief, and he couldn't comprehend the meaning and stakes represented by it with his head. Hearing a The fall of the true god is like hearing the death of a certain king. It doesn't feel too much, and there is even a little gloating in my heart.
"Yeah... Now, those mages are going to be in bad luck..."
A smile emerged from the corner of Mickey's mouth. It seemed that he was often bullied by his superiors and priests and mages.
"In the city, several mages have been beaten to death by the mob..."
"What does this have to do with mages? Moreover, spells with magical spells are actually beaten to death by civilians?"
Doron obviously has doubts about the 'secret' revealed by Mickey.
In his impression, mages who possess spells are high-ranking figures, and even lords must be respectful and polite.
For example, Master Hoffman who lives near the town, even the most domineering Mrs. Tillis dare not offend him when she sees him.
"Hey... It is said that after losing the protection of the goddess of the magic net, those mages lost the ability to cast spells... You say, those gentlemen, and ordinary people who were persecuted by the mage before, will they let them go?"
Mickey smiled, showing a few sharp canine teeth: "I also hid back because I saw that I had no hope of becoming a mage in the city and was easily affected... Let's not talk about that, in order to celebrate our reunion, let Let's have a drink or two in Old Buck's tavern!"
"But… "
Duo Lun touched the shy money bag in his pocket: "I want to go to church one more time!"
"Oh! Church! By the way, there are also churches of other gods. They are also busy all day long. They seem to be preparing to evacuate or something. Even the nobles can't call a priest who can perform magic... I Looking at the temple in the town, it must be like this... "
Mickey patted Doron on the shoulder with a look of 'you don't need to waste'.
"no!"
For his own beliefs, Duo Lun is still quite persistent.
"Okay! Okay! I'll go with you!"
Mitch shrugged helplessly.
The temple in the town is small in scale, only a few houses in the front and back, and a small fountain stands in the front, but unfortunately, no spring water has overflowed.
"Hi! I want to see Reverend Rockefeller!"
The temple was empty, as if a lot of things were missing, and the few remaining servants were full of a lazy atmosphere, and even fewer civilians came to pray.
Duo Lun obviously felt some changes, but still stopped a servant and said.
He still has a very good impression of the kind and benevolent Reverend Rockefeller. Although the other party can only cast some low-level magic spells, it is still very effective for the injuries of ordinary townspeople, and has saved many people. life.
Just because of this, Duo Lun also felt that he had to donate something more, so as not to be difficult to ask when he begged the other party in the future.
"Reverend Rockefeller..."
There were very few servants in the temple, and only one old man was left behind. He rubbed his already cloudy eyes, and it seemed that it took him a long time to react.
"Already gone...with everything except a couple of piles of potatoes for poor old Baker Donald..."
"Huh? Is there no priest to take over?"
Duo Lun was very surprised. Even in a small town, there are many believers. No church will let go of a faith base that has already been laid. Even if it is transferred, another pastor will definitely come to hand it over , this situation is very abnormal.
Duo Lun suddenly had a very bad premonition in his heart, as if his peaceful life was about to be gone forever.
"What? Do you need prayer and confession? Maybe I can help you!"
Old Baker Donald's eyes had already set his sights on the money bag on Doron's body.
"No! No need!"
Duo Lun didn't know what the other party meant, and immediately ran away with Mickey clutching his purse.
It wasn't until outside the town that Mickey, who was running out of breath, turned around and sneered at Doron: "Haha... am I right?"