A baby dragon has built a nest outside the Novice Village

Chapter 233 Contact
Leiming, who was standing above, could see clearly that the monster had only carved some words on the ground.

“Please let me return to His arms.”

After reading this passage, the monster stopped, as if this had used up all his remaining strength.

Although the little strength he had left was enough to carve words on the bluestone floor.

"Forget it, just like that, let him return to the embrace of the sun."

Lei Ming waved his hand, ready to activate the magic circle under the monster. The magic circle guided out the power directly from the sun itself, which was enough to melt the "monster" below in an instant. He didn't even feel a little pain.

"But, these samples are hard to come by. If we destroy them like this, the headquarters will..."

The acolyte at the side felt a little reluctant. If they could study this monster clearly, perhaps they would be able to better understand the nature of the heretic sun and gain an advantage in the subsequent conflicts and struggles.

Even if no research results can be achieved, just putting this "monster" in front of ordinary people, with its twisted and weird appearance, can make many wavering believers stay away from those heretical beliefs.

"First of all, he's not a specimen, he's a human being."

Lei Ming waved his hand, and the magic circle was activated. A ray of light flashed by, and then the "monster" on the magic circle disappeared without leaving any trace.

Then, a wave of heat finally blew around, and the ordinary priests even had to grab the handrails beside them to stand firmly. It took several minutes for the heat wave to subside.

"And, 'God said, the sun will shine equally on everyone, regardless of his health, wealth, or even if everything in the world abandons him, the sun will eventually caress his body.'"

Lemming turned and looked at the complaining deacon.

"Havr, it seems that you have been a little lax in your study of the doctrine due to your recent busy schedule. Now you have a three-day vacation. During this time, you can review the teachings of the Holy Scriptures, such as copying the Holy Scriptures a thousand times."

The deacon bowed his head, said yes, and left in a hurry.

"Is there a problem?"

A priest appeared at the door and waited until Laming had finished admonishing the deacon before he came in.

"The Duke wishes you to come over."

This priest is a member of the church's command center stationed in the capital of the principality. His main job is to liaise and integrate the cooperation between the two sides.

"Something happened with the Duke, so I need to go there in person."

Most of the communication and cooperation issues between the church and the principality can be resolved by this group of the church. Occasionally, when something is beyond their capabilities, Laming can also approve it in the church.

Under the current circumstances, both Laming and Morari have a lot of things waiting to be dealt with. Face-to-face discussions are too time-consuming. Even for important matters that require both parties to discuss and confirm, most of them are communicated and handled through messengers.

Wasting time on the road is a bit of a luxury for them now.

"There is a dragon outside the city, asking to see you by name, and it seems that he has kidnapped a saint who is favored by the gods."

Lei Ming had a strange look on his face. He had never had much contact with dragons. Now the only two dragons he could think of that could call out his names were those two.

"Saint?"

Although there are few people who are favored by the gods, not everyone can be called a saint. Only those who the gods will directly look at for a long time and will directly project their power to them when they encounter misfortunes, and those who are simply doted on by the gods, can be called sons of saints or saints. There are no such people in the church of the Sun God.

"Where did he catch it?"

Laming shook his head and followed the priest.

Fari flapped his wings and hovered in the air, while Sana lay weakly on his claws.

This time, Fari tied a basket made of molten gold to his claws as a seat for Sana.

It seemed that his action was effective. Although Sana looked weak in the second half of the journey, at least he did not vomit like the previous passengers.

"You are okay, just hold on a little longer and you can land."

Fari looked at Sana, whose face was so pale that one could almost see the blood flowing under her skin, and asked.

Even dragons would show proper respect to these favored beings, with a special seat made of gold.

Of course, for the proud dragons, this seat can only be tied to their claws. Unless they defeat the creature, the dragons will never allow any creature to appear on their backs.

Sana glanced at Farui and seemed to want to say something, but just as she was about to open her mouth, she covered her mouth and tried to smooth her breathing.

"Hold on a little longer. We can't land yet. Those humans are extremely nervous. I feel like if we make the slightest movement, they will accidentally fire their weapons."

Fary's vision allowed him to see the expressions on the faces of the human soldiers several kilometers away, as well as the hands of several soldiers standing next to the enchanted giant crossbows, which were shaking with nervousness.

Fary just hoped that they would not get too nervous, so he loosened the strings of the giant crossbows.

If the arrows shot from those giant crossbows hit their targets, even an adult dragon would fall to the ground.

"The main thing is that once a fight breaks out, the situation will be hard to control, and this trip might be in vain."

When Lemming walked up to the city wall, he saw Farui bending his neck and whispering something to Sana in his claws. If someone didn't know, they might think that the dragon was about to swallow the person in his claws in one bite.

"It's a guy I know. I don't know his intentions, but at least we won't fight right away."

After receiving Laming's reply, Morari waved his hand, and the soldiers on the city wall laid down their weapons one after another.

"Oh, it looks like it's finally confirmed over there."

Fary flapped his wings and flew towards the city wall. He was also getting impatient. Although he had been keeping a safe distance, he could easily chop off the crossbows even if they opened fire at this distance. But being pointed at by that thing still felt very oppressive. Now that the oppressive feeling disappeared, Fary's movements were a little too big.

Then, his movement broke the last bit of balance that Sana was trying so hard to maintain.

With a "wow" sound, she vomited.

Laming saw that it was Farui flying over, and on his claws, on the golden basket, was the image of the saint. It can only be said that it did not fit Laming's stereotype of the word saint.

(End of this chapter)