Dear Broom Knight

When the full moon in the sky suddenly bloomed, the moon on the clouds had already hidden behind the thick clouds.

This is the darkest day in the northern night sky every autumn.

The clouds are thick, and the stars and moon are dim.

Until the great storm sends everything away, leaving only a light breeze and bright stars and moon.

This is the darkest day of the year in the North.

In the myths and legends of the North, this day is the day of rest for the Goddess of the Night... but there are also some rumors that a long, long time ago, the Dim Day was actually in winter.

However, a small pet beloved by the Goddess of the Night died on this day, so she was unwilling to continue shining in the starry sky on this day. Since then, the Dim Day has become autumn.

Although this is a bit funny, after all, in the south, the Dim Day is still in winter.

But for some reason, everyone defaults to this being the real reason.

Perhaps, because the rumors about the gods, especially not those about one's own main god, are more believable?

Everyone still chooses to rest well at home, waiting for the storm to strike at dawn tomorrow.

That is the god belonging to the North.

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"Sure enough, only the bright moon, in the sky, on the ground, in the water... Heh~

Fortunately, I have already admired the brightest moonlight of this year, so I won't leave with this illusion." High Priest Schroeder looked at the sky and gently adjusted his robe, "It's a pity, I won't be able to see the scenery after the storm."

"High Priest..." Blair nervously gripped the priest's hammer in his hand, "I..."

"You stay in the church, Blair." High Priest Schroeder turned to look at him, "I brought you here, not to have you follow me to your death.

The only thing you can dedicate your life to is the great Lord of Storms.

Not... not for me, even more so!"

"But!" Blair said urgently, "The Scroll Mountain hasn't appeared, there must be something even more terrifying!

That thing, are you really going to throw it away?"

"Why do you think he's asking me to throw it away this time?" High Priest Schroeder hinted, "Blair, those foreign existences always want to deal with the sun, moon, earth, and storms.

The existences that people can praise can be trampled on by humans in return... very easily.

As long as the gods of this world have no ability to make their own voices heard, faith is just a knife in the hands of others, to be trampled on as they please.

The power of Scroll Mountain lies in the fact that the entire world recognizes its existence.

But, only existences that are strong in themselves and do not need the approval of any worldly creatures are the targets they want to attack.

Our Lord is naturally the most valued of them, followed by the Night.

No matter how inappropriate this goddess's behavior is, she is indeed only inferior to our Lord.

Heh~ Whether I am willing or not, as long as it is a poison that can harm the Goddess of the Night thrown out by the hand of a Storm High Priest, it will...

Not to mention, on the Dim Day, it is indeed easy to make the other party impulsive.

Ah~ Don't look at me like that, it's not because of those cute little stories in the North that I'm fantasizing.

I am very clear that because of the different positions on the planet, the Dim Day is always different in different places.

But, Blair, you need to see more of this world, don't just look at the North.

If you observe carefully, you should find that the Dim Day is like a string of gradually extinguished and then gradually lit bright lanterns.

Or, night-shining pearls that are repeatedly taken out, wiped, and then released.

Although it is essentially the same bright moon, it can string together a string of pearls on another level.

The North, although it belongs to the Northern Land, the Icefield Kingdom has always felt that it has territorial rights, and has never given up its pursuit of the North even though it is so weak... Actually, there is a reason for this.

In Montes Castle, you can also see the moon darken and the stars disappear today.

But outside the entrance to the North, you can see the stars and moon flickering on and off.

Therefore, if we really follow the rules before the fall of the gods, the North and the Icefield Kingdom do belong to the same dimension.

Just like, the range of illumination of this first pearl... Hehe~

But what is right?

Since the North can belong to the Northern Land, can the Icefield Kingdom also?

Blair, the Icefield Kingdom's vigilance against the Northern Kingdom is actually very reasonable.

From the beginning, we have shown a strong ambition and aggressiveness.

To put it bluntly, before the Icefield Kingdom was established, the Northern Kingdom intended to turn that vast land, which was not suitable for building a country, into a pioneering territory for our country.

During the White Dragon Disaster, we had to turn magical creatures into a part of the country, so we had to consider many future inconveniences.

Just like the Gale Wolf Mountains under the control of Gezar back then... I was able to easily grasp it in my hands, and it wasn't just the Storm Nobles who helped.

Who can accept that in the inland area, there is such a large area of undeveloped fertile land?

So many mineral resources, even Gezar, who nominally has ownership, is not qualified to touch them, and can only choose to mine them secretly.

They are so rich, but... it's all nominal.

Originally, according to the plan of that king back then, the magical creatures on the Icefield should have belonged to our country.

When humans and them repeatedly clashed over living areas, most of the magical creatures who could communicate would give way.

You should have seen the choice of the Gale Wolves.

However, unfortunately... under some inexplicable prophecies, the Icefield Kingdom, which should not have appeared, actually appeared!

Our northern border has been extending northward according to the initial plan!

Who can we blame for that?

Fate is such an interesting dog thing, even more doggone than the Ice Dog King."

He once again straightened his deep cyan silk priest's robe, hung the Storm Hammer that had followed him for sixty years on his waist, and stuffed a bronze metal scripture into his chest... That was the first scripture he received when he advanced to become a priest.

After becoming the High Priest of the North, what he had been holding was the cyan crystal scripture that could make him grow rapidly... He hadn't opened the original one for thirty years.

It wasn't until he was knocked off the altar by the main temple that High Priest Schroeder was stunned to discover that the crystal scripture belonged to the High Priest of the North.

When he left that altar, it would naturally leave him as well.

Even though the old thing from the Macmillan family, whom he couldn't stand, was so incompetent, he could still open it on the altar.

The only thing that belonged to him was the original bronze scripture.

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In fact, from that time on, High Priest Schroeder had already vaguely realized his stupidity.

But he still abandoned that calmness and clarity, and chose to continue struggling... Sixty years! He had always been the winner, why couldn't he continue to overcome everything?

Unfortunately, his Lord was unwilling to forgive him.

But the Lord is just.

He remembers his mistakes, and he also remembers his piety.

He didn't leave him any chance at all.

High Priest Schroeder suddenly thought of some people in the main temple... Those guys who are still struggling probably don't even have a chance like him, right?

The gods are indeed just, but also... ruthless.

The Lord doesn't care who made the mistake, or why.

He was still lucky, at least he had a chance to repent, didn't he?

High Priest Schroeder slowly put on a pair of gloves as thin as cicada wings, gently picked up the scroll-like thing, and said, "Blair, you are very good, so don't forget!

Don't become me today.

Remember!"

Blair grabbed his priest's hammer and quietly gave a deep salute: "Yes! High Priest."

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"Miss Selestia!"

Selestia, who was standing far away from the church, turned her head in surprise.

A mage with disheveled clothes held a piece of paper and shouted incoherently: "Miss Selestia! Something big has happened! Deputy High Priest... he suddenly fell!"

"What! That's terrible!"

As soon as Selestia turned around, a violent roar erupted outside the Storm Church behind her.

The red light filled the sky, tore apart the bright moon on the ground, and rushed violently towards the dim moonlight in the sky.

A huge scroll suddenly appeared in mid-air, blocking the red flames.

However, the scroll was obviously not strong enough, and the four corners were ignited after only a few minutes.

"So useless..." Toronto muttered, looking at the sky.

Evelyn Costa, who was leaning against the wall with her arms folded, stretched out a leg and kicked him hard.

"Ah!" Toronto jumped up, "What are you doing! Are you never going to stop!

What I said wasn't..."

"Who did you want to talk about?" Evelyn Costa warned and questioned him, "Show some respect for the gods!"

Toronto then realized that this place was probably the focus of the world's attention right now.

After all, it was the first time in so many years that there had been an enemy directly attacking the Night.

He blinked his eyes and was still a little puzzled: "Why fire?

Water and poison are normal, but why fire?

Where did it come from!

Isn't all the fire in our world given by the sun!"

Evelyn Costa said in a deep voice: "So, this is not only aimed at the Night!

If he succeeds... the sun will also follow..."

She pursed her lips, unwilling to say bad things.

In the end, she just shook her head: "I know that rain should be a cover, but really... how could it be so different!

High Priest Schroeder probably has no chance at all."

Toronto didn't say anything, he guessed it was the one behind the rain.

The Lord of Knowledge probably thinks so too, otherwise why would he use a scroll with the concept of paper to intercept it.

It's not like he only has this kind of divine magic.