Belief In The Kingdom of God

After half a month, the convoy drove to the end of the road and came to a building that seemed to occupy a large area.

"The tavern is written on the door, but there are still barracks and training grounds outside?"

Looking at this building, Attis was a little speechless.

Seeing him like this, Elia smiled on the side: "The buildings on the border of the Ady-Syrian Empire are all like this. Because they need to station troops, they are all connected together for convenience."

"But in this way, this tavern is also guaranteed, at least no one dares to make trouble here yet."

He said with a smile.

"Master Elia, let's go in." Yagiri said from the side.

Elia nodded, and walked in first with the guard behind him.

After getting started, suddenly, dozens of sights came at the same time, with a biting cold light.

However, after seeing Elia, who was wearing Chinese clothes and carrying a guard next to her, they circled and watched with interest.

Some of these people are dwarves wearing armor and long beards. There are also elves with long bows, and there are even orcs from another continent. Ordinary humans are the least.

As Elia's group entered, their sights shifted, and they watched with interest one by one.

"Well, is it an alien noble?"

A dwarf's eyes lit up, looking at Elia, who looked extraordinary in a gorgeous costume, and whispered with his partner beside him.

Moreover, as the gate opened, dozens of guards appeared outside, and the eyes of these mercenaries became brighter. Looking at Elia's eyes, it was as if they were looking at a big fat sheep.

However, to these mercenaries' gearing up in private, and even eager to try, Elia didn't respond much, and seemed to be used to it.

At this time, a figure walked in from outside and attracted everyone's attention.

Artis was dressed in a white robe, and looked very gentle, his natural breath spreading undisguisedly, and he was also wearing a special emblem for the **** of nature.

This outfit is almost the standard equipment for sacrificial rituals, which makes people know that this is a natural sacrificial ritual at first glance.

"There is actually a natural sacrifice." Everyone's eyes brightened, and their eyes quickly shifted from Elia to Attis, among which some elves were the most.

In addition to these mercenaries, there are also some other people in the tavern, some adventurers and some merchants wandering around. At this time, seeing the arrival of Attis was also very bright.

Regarding this scene, Elia looked helpless and explained to Attis, who was a little surprised on the side.

"The reputation of natural sacrifice is very good, and because of the unique auxiliary magic arts, it is very popular with outsiders."

As soon as he finished speaking, in front of him, a black-haired girl walked up to Artis.

"Is this the first time this sacrificial person is out?"

A pair of swarthy eyes looked at Attis, looking a little curious.

In response, Artis was taken aback, then nodded.

Seeing him like this, the girl smiled, and then delivered a small package.

"This is the aid of the Yadixu Empire for going out to worship. There are some natural holy water and gold coins in it, as well as the map around here, please be careful."

Seeing this treatment, Elia shook her head speechlessly and looked at Yagiri who was aside.

Yagiri nodded and walked to a wall in front of him.

"I want to hire some guards for about three months." He said in a deep voice.

The receptionist in the front nodded and asked in detail about his requirements and remuneration. After charging some handling fees, he placed a new notice on the huge wall in front.

"This is the employment system here. Before you post the tasks, write down the requirements and remunerations, then some mercenaries will naturally go up and observe, and those who meet the requirements and have intentions will naturally be told to us."

"And here, if you want, you can even spend money to hire the Knights of the Yardish Empire, but the price is too high, and it's a bit uneconomical for us to hire."

In a corner, Elia said to Attis.

"Are there any problems with these mercenaries?"

Attis looked at the large number of mercenaries on one side, and had some questions.

"how can that be possible?"

Yagiri on one side interjected.

"Some of these mercenaries were certified in places specially opened by the Yadi Syrian Empire, and most of them were okay. But more were uncertified mercenaries, whose sources were confusing, and some of them even attacked their employers in the middle of the road. Robber, so you must be careful."

"But this time, thanks to your blessings, our journey should be no problem."

Elia on the side also spoke.

"Natural worship is highly valued in the Yadi Syrian Empire, and the reputation in this area is very strong, and ordinary bandits dare not come to make ideas at all."

At this time, the waitress in the tavern brought food and wine. On the other side, a figure caught Attis's attention.

The huge world of ancient times!

You are the glory of the other shore.

The devil who destroys everything,

Swept the entire ancient world.

Wizard, dragon, **** king,

Your past emperor will eventually return...

The continent is destroyed, the soul is turbulent

All kings will fall

···

A slight chanting sound rang in Artis' ears, and he was taken aback for a moment, and he looked towards the center of the tavern.

There, an old man with a mad complexion sang loudly there, looking like a bard and a lunatic.

When seeing this old man in the tavern, many people frowned slightly, as if they were used to it and ignored him.

"This poem seems to be a ruined poem from the wizarding empire thousands of years ago, as well as some allusions to the legend of the Three Kings. I didn't expect it to be compiled into a poem."

Elia on the side was also taken aback, somewhat inexplicable.

Artis quietly listened to the old man's singing, frowning secretly.

"Something's wrong, from the time I came to the present, I didn't even notice this bard at all."

He recalled carefully, the memories in his mind slowly flowed back, like paintings began to line up again.

The existence of the sixth level has awakened the true spirit, even if it is the memory of thousands of years, it is still as clear as it just happened, and there is no vagueness of ordinary people.

But thinking about it this time, Artis was taken aback.

Because in the memory in his mind, when he entered just before, there was no such old man's breath.

"Without memory, this bard either shielded himself from my induction at the beginning, or suddenly appeared in front of me."

"No matter which kind it is, it is an incredible power..."

He looked at the old man in the center, thinking in surprise.

It seemed that he had noticed something. In the center, the old man with a disheveled hair like a lunatic turned around and looked at Artis.

The two calm and indifferent eyes stared at each other, seeming to have caused some changes.

The old man's face was calm, and at this moment there was a sense of historical precipitation, mysterious and indifferent.

But the next moment, the two looked away, and the old man returned to madness again, looking like he had gone mad.

Artis just watched this scene quietly, listening to the poems sung in his mouth, silently.

However, the strange thing is that even if he is like this in the tavern, no one pushes him out, as if to ignore him.

Only Elia beside Attis was still frowning, apparently unaffected by unknown forces.

Under the gaze of Attis's divine light, after a while, the old man put down the piano and poetry in his hand, and the chaotic and crazy eyes were silent and calm, and walked to Attis's side.

It was just that as he approached, beside Attis, Elia's face suddenly calmed down, as if he hadn't noticed the old man coming in front of him.

Attis slowly turned around and looked sideways. In the reflection of Elia's pupils, the figure of the old man was completely missing, only nothingness behind him.

A huge force struck, and Artis was taken aback for a moment, feeling that the figure of the old man in front of him gradually became dim and began to disappear from his field of vision.

Even in his memory, the old man's impression is gradually disappearing, as if it never appeared, coming from the future.

Familiar chants sounded in place, and the old man’s plain eyes emerged. Among the true spirits of Attis, a long-destined godhead shook slightly, and a radiance spread out to disperse the hazy power, showing the truth. Vision.

"You are special···"

The figure of the old man once again appeared in front of Attis, wearing a shabby bard costume.

He spoke slowly, as if returning from history, his voice intermittently, with an ancient sense of precipitation.

"Who are you?"

Atis was shocked, looked at the other's face, and asked.

"I do not know either···"

Facing Attis' inquiry, the old man shook his head, and a touch of confusion gradually appeared in his calm eyes.

"Who am I?" he muttered to himself, as if there was a long story, he wanted to tell.

"I am a person who only exists in history..."

"I come from the last century of the universe, and I am a bard."

He spoke slowly, his pupils clear and mysterious.

In the sight of Attis, his body was always shrouded in a mist, which has not melted for a long time, and it has continued to deepen.

"The undead lost in the past?"

Artis was taken aback for a moment, then looked at his calm face at this time, and spoke again.

"What are you doing here?"

The old man shook his head: "I don't know."

"I'm just a lonely wanderer, wandering in different places, gathering on historical nodes to record history."

"No one can remember my appearance, and I've always been just a madman who existed in the past."

"And only when someone can not forget me, can I recover for a while."

"Do you record history?" Attis muttered to himself, then his gaze gradually shifted, looking at Elia on the side.

He had a hunch in his heart that most of the bard was attracted by Elia.

"Can anyone see you before me?" he asked rhetorically.

"You are the second one." The old man nodded, as if carrying the vicissitudes and plainness of history.

"In return for your soberness, I can answer your question."

"Any questions?" Attis asked.

In response, the old man shook his head, but said nothing.