The world doesn't need succubus to save

"Today's version of the sonnet has been written. Who should I give it to?"

"It's a pity, the Prophet is not here, so I can't hear it immediately!"

I really feel sorry for the Prophet!

Because the job of the scout was taken away by the Prophet, Habalon, who was free after passionate creation, wandered around the camp with nothing to do.

He jumped onto a tree in three steps and two steps, and Habalon stood on a high place overlooking the entire camp.

A team of 2000 people does not sound like a lot, but it is definitely not a small number. The camp is full of people at any time.

"There are so many people."

There are homeless soldiers, down-and-out nobles, ordinary people oppressed by the church, and businessmen deprived of their wealth...

These noble and vulgar, handsome and ugly, rich and poor... completely different people can get together.

They live together, fight together, and run together.

Follow behind that adult together.

In fact, Habalon can't even remember the names of many people, but he likes them from the bottom of his heart.

This group of people came from all over the world, they all met on the road, and finally chose to follow the Prophet.

Even I used to be just a thief who escaped from the circus and fell to the streets, became a thief with some skills, and was caught drunk and turned into a slave.

If the Prophet hadn't rescued himself, he might still be rotting and smelling in that dungeon, or he might have been bought and died in a mine as a miner.

Habalon thanked the Prophet, thank you very much.

Not only because he rescued himself, but also because he gave himself a future.

A future that can be imagined and dreamed of.

All the people who followed the Prophet believed that as long as he walked ahead, everyone would find a piece of pure land in this extremely dark world.

A world without the interference of gods, a bright future.

Because they believe so, they choose to follow.

Even if you sacrifice your own life, you will have no regrets.

After watching quietly for a while, Habalon stretched himself, jumped off the tree, and came to Tours' residence in a hurry.

"Master Tours! Lord Tours! I wrote another poem today, come and listen to it!"

Tours, who was the first to follow the Prophet, was one of the most respected people in the team, but the old man was very kind to the rest of him, never a bit majestic.

"Habalon? Hehe, what did you write again? Come, let me see."

Just as what Habalon thought, the old man froze for a moment when he noticed him, then shook his head helplessly, and reached out to take the crumpled paper he handed over.

Tours read it quietly, but Habalon, who was standing aside, suddenly felt nervous. When he wrote it, he felt very emotional, expressing his emotions strongly and expressing his heart.

But when his work was handed over to others, he began to feel slightly shy and uneasy again.

Especially when watching the old man's brows get tighter and tighter, it feels like standing naked in front of the other party.

So embarrassing!

His lips moved, and Habalon, who couldn't help it, moved his lips, and suddenly turned to Tours and asked:

"Cough cough!"

"Master Tours, um, what do you think... well, the situation with the Prophet, is everything going well now?"

Anyway, stop for a while!

"Hehe, you."

Lifting his eyes from the paper, the old man raised his hand and patted Habalon's curly hair, and smiled helplessly:
"This poem of yours...is very sincere and full of emotion, and anyone who reads it can understand your feelings."

"Really!?"

Jumping excitedly, Haballon didn't expect that he would get such a good evaluation.

"really."

Smiling and stroking Habalon's hair, Tours smiled kindly.

It is full of emotions, without any technique, and without any writing.

Well written, don't write again next time.

"Next time you can show the Prophet directly and let him feel your sincere emotions."

If you must write it, then show it to others directly, and stop torturing me.

"As for the current situation of the Prophet..."

The old man's eyes were full of confidence, and the almost blind emotion strongly affected Habalon, making him turn from excitement to fanaticism.

"Master Prophet, it is impossible for him to have an accident!"

"My lord, he will definitely come back safe and sound as in the past."

"Mmmmmmm!"

Nodding excitedly, Habalon and Tours spoke together:
"Praise the Prophet!!!"

……

……

"Ok?"

Noticing that the power of faith on Ning Feng had increased slightly, Alice glanced at him strangely, and then looked away after confirming that he had no reaction.

"Alice, what's wrong?"

"Do you feel any special changes in yourself?"

After checking his body, Ning Feng shook his head and said confidently:
"It hasn't changed. Could it be that there will be changes after staying here for a long time?"

"Uh, no, it's possible if you go roaming in the astral world... Cough, just forget it if you don't feel it."

It's really strange that mortals can perceive their own "eyes", but they can't discover the power of faith... Is he really ignorant of this?

Alice has always been asking questions, but Ning Feng, who was visiting as a guest, suddenly asked:

"Alice, are you a god?"

Ning Feng has always heard of the existence of gods, but he has never had the chance to meet them.

"Me? I'm not! What? You believe in them?"

Shaking his head, Ning Feng said:

"No, I don't believe in any existence, it's just...they seem to have been malicious to me."

malicious?

"For you? True or false? What should a special mortal care about?"

Alice shook the crystal triumphantly, and said confidently.

"And those guys are very busy now, they don't have time to take care of you at all..."

Whoosh!
boom! ! !
Without any warning, Ning Feng suddenly heard a terrifying explosion.

Is it hallucination again?
Thinking of this, Ning Feng suddenly raised his head and saw a figure appearing in the sky.

light.

That was an extremely bright light!

That light is not warm, but violent!

That's not holy light, it's not that kind of beautiful and warm thing, just looking at it will feel the painful flame that burns the soul!
No, that's not the feeling...

Chi Chi Chi!
After staring directly at the flame, his body began to evaporate, even gasified directly!
"Hey!!! Hold on..."

Alice's voice faded away, she seemed to be shouting something, but Ning Feng couldn't hear it clearly.

And before the body was completely destroyed, Ning Feng saw something in the light in the sky.

Those are a pair of eyes...

Golden eyes!
I don't know why I was so tired today. After the meeting in the morning, I completely shut down.

Even fell asleep for a while in the afternoon, and almost fell into a coma.

Feeling, not very good.