Belief In The Kingdom of God

The breeze blew gently under the four wilds, blowing the surrounding vegetation low.

In a tavern in a small city, adventurers and wandering mercenaries from afar are everywhere.

Cheers and laughter were performed in it, and pedestrians danced in it to sing praises to guests from afar. There are also poets wandering from afar, chanting legendary epics one by one.

On the journey of the nightmare, the shadow of the devil rose again, and wandering warriors hovered in the wilderness.

The roar of the Golden Dragon King, the roar of the Olympus God King, and the wizard who wanders in the four wilds

In a crisis, who will save the world?

The deity of nature, the darling of the world!

At the moment of crisis, you stand up and use your brilliant blood to ignite the sins all over the ground!

what! You merciful hero!

The world-destroying dragon is roaring and devouring thousands of creatures. Who has the courage to dedicate himself and fight the dragon with flesh and blood?

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Under the bright light, a wandering poet with an aging face gently stroked the piano, and a long epic poem was eulogized by him, which attracted applause from the people around him.

"Is the hero king saving the world chapter again? It's really nostalgic and familiar!"

In the crowd, occasionally some drunk big guys drunk loudly talking and drinking, venting their emotions.

The scene is extremely enthusiastic for a while, whether it is the pedestrians and adventurers coming from afar, or the local hunters and mercenaries at this time, it seems to let go, and take the initiative to integrate into this warm atmosphere.

This is the norm in pubs.

In this dangerous world, anyone can die in an unknown event, and for those in the tavern who are constantly on the verge of life and death, timely enjoyment is the norm.

The scene was heated for a while, mercenaries and pedestrians in the tavern danced enthusiastically, and from time to time there were some men and women embracing and walking upstairs in the room, it seemed that something was going to happen.

This kind of warm atmosphere is easy to infect people, but at this time, in this kind of atmosphere, there are still some people who can keep calm.

This is the case with the bard who plays the piano alone, holding an old bard alone, singing loudly there, keeping his rhythm from beginning to end.

In addition to him, in a corner, there was also a young man sitting, listening to the chapters chanted by the bard at this time, a unique feeling surged in my heart.

"The legend of the King of Heroes?" Artis muttered to himself, listening to the singing of poets from afar, and then looking at the crazy dancing figures of countless travelers in front of him, he couldn't help feeling a strange emotion.

"My lord, what's the matter?" A hoarse voice sounded from the side, asking respectfully to Atis.

It was a huge figure with a college degree, a tall body, full of explosive muscles, and it looked very deterrent.

This was a barbarian warrior that Attis encountered on the road. He was in a state of dying at the time. He was rescued by Attis and served as an entourage.

"Gerry, go and help me bring the bard over."

Hearing the words of his entourage, Attis came back to his senses, as if saying to him.

Gerry is strong and has a fierce air, but he is very obedient in front of Attis. He nodded quickly when he heard the order and walked forward.

After a while, the bard was brought by Gerry.

Attis looked up and looked at the bard carefully.

In the common people's impression, the bard is often a handsome young man who can speak and sing, and is welcomed by the public.

But the one standing in front of Atis at this time was different.

The years have brought heavy marks on his body. The worn clothes on his body show that he is not doing very well. Only the old-looking violin in his hand may be worth some money, and it looks down and out. senescence.

But his eyes were different. Although they were a little muddy because of their own lifespan, they could still see the light of wisdom and humanity contained in them. They were extremely bright and thorough, as if they had gone through the vicissitudes of life and were already extremely calm.

"My lord, is there anything wrong?" He bowed and saluted Adis, looking respectful, but his face was always calm, giving a sense of serenity.

"This kind of etiquette, are you a nobleman?" Artis saw the traces of the opponent's actions at a glance, which was somewhat similar to the noble etiquette of a certain kingdom in the past.

For ordinary people, this may be just a courtesy, and even for some people who like to be direct, they will disdain it, but for people who really understand, this reveals a certain amount of information to a certain extent, and the other party has accepted it. Part of the education of the nobility.

In front of Attis, the old bard was surprised: "Yes, I used to be the second son of a baron family in the southern kingdom, and I began to travel on the mainland when I became an adult."

His expression was very calm, even when he talked about his origins, he didn't move at all, only the kind of calmness and calmness after years of experience.

Artis didn't ask why the other party had fallen into this situation, and why he seemed so downhearted, but asked the other party straightforwardly.

"Can you explain the epic poem you sang before in detail?"

Hearing this request, the other party was stunned for a moment, but seeing that Attis did not look like a joke, he began to explain seriously.

"In the ancient epic legend, thousands of years ago, there was an epic war that affected the entire world. The three demon gods came from a distant world and descended into this world in an attempt to destroy this world."

"At that time, the three strongest forces in the world, the Golden Dragon King of the Dragon Race, the Three Kings of the Olympus Protoss, and the Wizard King of the Wizarding Council, faced the three Supreme Demon Gods, but were defeated one by one..."

"At the moment of crisis, a **** of nature stepped forward, carrying his two heirs, challenged these three demon gods, and finally saved the whole world..."

"In order to commend and commemorate this **** of nature, later people will call this **** the hero king and admire him for generations."

Standing in front of Artis, the old bard slowly told the story and epic he knew. The story made the barbarian Gerry standing beside Artis excited and he wished to return. In that era, follow the hero king and face the three demon gods.

But listening to these stories, Attis was momentarily silent.

Following the old man's narration, his thoughts began to reminisce little by little, and gradually recalled the era of that year.

"Very old-fashioned story." After a long time, he said aloud, looking at the bard who had been standing in front of him for a long time.

"But it's really wonderful, isn't it?" The old bard smiled at Attis. "And, compared to other old-fashioned stories of brave men saving the world, this story is different."

"At least, it happened in real time. That's enough."

Looking at Attis, the bard's face was always calm and said.

As soon as this sentence came out, the expression in the grid next to Attis suddenly changed, but Attis's expression was very calm and there was no change.

"What do you know?" Artis nodded nonchalantly, looked at the bard in front of him, and said.

But hearing Atis say this, the old man who was always calm before him hesitated a bit.

After a long, long time, he continued to speak: "Although I don't have much power, I have traveled to many, many cities, and I also know some secrets that others don't know."

"Recently, I got news that in the surrounding mountains, another legacy of the hero king is about to be born."

"The legacy of the King of Heroes?" Hearing this, Attis was taken aback.

"Yes, the legacy of the King of Heroes." The other party, the bard nodded affirmatively: "In the legend, the power of the King of Heroes is extremely powerful, enough to compete with that foreign world-destroying dragon."

"But in the previous battle, the two god-like powerful beings fought against each other, naturally causing damage. In the previous battle, the supernatural power and blood of the hero king scattered throughout the world, forming Countless precious legacy."

"And among the surrounding mountains, there is one place that seems to have revealed that kind of breath recently, which has attracted the attention of many powerful people."

The old bard spoke word by word, and after speaking, he knelt down without hesitation.

"I can feel your strength and extraordinaryness. If your Excellency needs an experienced servant to help you with daily chores, please consider accepting me."

He lowered his head, even if he was kneeling on the ground, his eyes were still calm, but his face looked very sincere and respectful.

What is strange is that even the strange behavior of him suddenly kneeling on the ground did not arouse the attention of people around him in the end, as if everyone around him was affected by some special force. Turn a blind eye to behavior.

"Give me a reason."

Looking at the old man kneeling in front of him, Artis was calm, but he was a little surprised: "What do you want to do by doing this?"

If it was to prolong his life, or even gain strength or achieve other life goals, Attis would not be surprised.

But under the feeling of Attis, the heart of the old man in front of him was pure, there was no strong mood swing, only pure.

In this case, Atis turned his eyes slightly and couldn't help but ask.

"When I was very young, I had heard about the heroic king's deeds, and even thought of seeing the heroic king's legacy."

In front of Artis, the old man looked calm: "But later, more and more things poured into my life. I competed with my brother when I was young, and wandered around after being expelled. I experienced too many things. "

"Until now, my life is running out. No matter how hard I struggle, I can't live for a few days. Therefore, I want to realize my childhood wish and take a look at the heroic kings I once admired. What is left, with my eyes, witness all this."