Dungeons & Dragons: I was kicked out of the team by Brave

Now she just wants to go back to the stone man.

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On the second day at the hotel, based on the intelligence from Mia and the others, Richard found that the orcs did not seem to have any intention of entering the Aoshan Fortress.

They seem to be just here for team building.

It was like a tribal chief raising his arms and shouting, "I'm thinking the scenery at the foot of Mount Noao is nice and suitable for singing," and then he came over in a daze.

A false alarm.

But the only thing that struck Richard as weird was, was Nunalia smart enough to understand the orc's "I Xunsi" power?

"Nanalia, it's so scary."

"Common, I'm very satisfied that you can praise me, but I don't like your expression." Nunalia was trying to look like a queen by eating the most unpalatable black bread in the hotel. "Tell me in detail, what do you love about me?" ?”

Richard followed his heart and replied: "All over the body."

The twin tails that Richard had tied up on Nunalia had been untied by Ying.

Unexpectedly, Ying didn't seem to be too repulsive to Nunalia, but instead had a little bit of a common language.

For example, how to be a wife.

There is no doubt that Clintina was once again excluded from the topic, but this time Richard was with her.

Nunalia asked: "Are you leaving today?"

Richard looked at the sun outside and said, "That's right, we set out today and invited a bald head from Dawn Church."

"Do you think we didn't die fast enough?"

If a priest from the Church of the Dawn appeared in the orc territory, it would be equivalent to a black demi-human led by Nigel suddenly appearing in the Midden territory and attacking them in groups.

Richard said: "Mrs. Eve invited me, otherwise she would have to worry."

Suddenly there was a sound of rough footsteps outside the door, followed by a series of banging on the door, and a rough voice shouted: "Morning Church is doing business, open the door!"

Before Richard could open the door, a middle-aged man dressed as a robber who didn't look like a follower of Dawn broke in.

"You kid just robbed our great saint!"

He had not taken a few steps into the door when he saw three girls looking at him as if they were dead, and he suddenly felt unreasonable.

Richard stood on one side and said seriously: "You disturbed Nunalia."

Nunalia sat on the pillow, trying to get her altitude as high as possible. She commanded condescendingly: "Get out."

"As you wish, Duchess."

When the robber-like man saw Nunalia, it was as if he had seen a ghost. He retreated obediently and re-embedded the broken door panel into the wall with brute force.

He murmured outside the wall: "Damn it, why did I meet this woman? The Pope tricked me."

Richard asked: "It seems that your reputation in Morningside Church is not very good."

Nunalia gently shook the milk in the glass, as if she was tasting a glass of aged red wine, and took a sip, leaving a milky white liquid on her lips.

She took it for granted: "They avoid me like a wolf and fear me like a tiger. I am unique..."

Halfway through the sentence, Nunalia tilted her head, but still said straightforwardly: "I am the unique queen, the dictator of everything, Silver Moon's..."

Richard stretched out a hand and said: "Okay, okay, my queen, now we should start our journey, I will protect you."

Nunalia stretched out her hand and placed it on Richard's palm, raising her swan-like neck proudly: "This is the honor I bestow upon you, please be grateful, common people."

Chapter 120 Seven: The Holy Virgin Delivers Holy Water

Under the fortress of Naoyao Mountain, a group of travelers was slowly marching on the trade road of the orc territory.

The leading man was wearing a black mage robe, with a blue bird standing on his shoulder, and a blue staff in his left hand. The top of the staff was burning with blue flames, surrounded by three crystal-like things. On top of the flames.

Powerful mana fluctuations surrounded the man, the air near the man was faintly distorted, and the camel bell on the staff rang with clear bells as he moved.

There is a human beside him who looks like an orc but is not an orc, but even a rough orc can feel the shock to his soul when he sees him.

Behind these two guards were two tall camel beasts, a specialty of the orc territory. The backs of the beasts were properly equipped with windproof curtains. Two women were riding on the beasts, obviously belonging to the travelers. Key protected objects.

Behind this group of people were two four-meter-tall monsters. One was a stone man made of blue stone, and the other was a pineapple monster with an iron shell.

The overall combination is very outrageous, but when you think about it, the entire astral space is vast and boundless. It is not just the main plane of Ashe. There are endless wastelands of the Pantheon and Paradise Mountain belonging to the gods above, and there are the bottomless abyss and nine levels of purgatory below. There are even more deep in the star world. There are four elemental planes as well as the mechanical plane, the wilderness, the shadow plane and other magical places. Everyone's overall acceptance of outrageous creatures is still very high.

"Boy Richard, when will you return our saint?"

"If you saints are unwilling to go back, what does it have to do with me?"

"The Pope said that it was you, the bastard, who seduced the saint. We now have an extra line for you in our weekly prayers: "Richard stepped on dog poop today."

"Your Morningside Church is really narrow-minded. No wonder they are all bald."

The paladin glared and said loudly: "You don't understand. Real men should be bald. People with long hair like you are sissies."

Richard asked: "Let me ask you, do you usually listen to the saint or the pope?"

The paladin stared at Richard without saying a word.

Richard couldn't help but cover his butt: "Look what I do, I'm not a little boy."

"The Pope said that you are richer."

"so what?"

The paladin had a sullen face and slapped Richard on the thigh: "You have forgotten the saintly child support we reimbursed you. You are a profiteer and the duchess behind you reimburses fake invoices every day, and you also send a noble moon elf who doesn't know anything. You asked us for money with an innocent look on your face. You knew we couldn't refuse that elf and that's why you did it. Your reputation in our church is almost the same as that of a duchess."

The noble moon elf.

Are you talking about Akka?

It seems that Aka is about to kill the Church of Dawn, but Atushen has indeed kept his promise and joined the Star Chamber of Commerce.

"So what do you want?"

"She asked me to make as much money as possible from this trip."

Richard asked in surprise: "Is there still a time when the church is short of money?"

The paladin took a cigar, a specialty of the dwarves, and said, "Our Church of the Dawn has always prohibited believers from giving alms, so as to maintain purity."

"Then what operations do you rely on to sustain yourself?"

"Selling holy water."

"It stands to reason that this should be very profitable."

A wave of undead creatures, demons, drow and other evil creatures appear every three days in the Ashe continent. Holy water should be a must-have for everyone and is a hot-selling product with sky-high prices. How can there be a shortage of money? .

The paladin bared his teeth and said, "Then let me ask you, where did the holy water come from?"

"How do I know that?"

"Then let me ask you again, why is the saint called a saint?"

Richard was stunned for a moment, and then he had a bad guess.

The Holy Virgin gave birth to holy water...

terrible!

The paladin yelled anxiously: "What are you thinking?"

Not to be outdone, Richard said, "Then what are you thinking about?"

"In short, holy water can only be produced by a saint."

"You have more than one saint."

"But Eve is the greatest saint, and only she can speed up the mass production of holy water."

Richard nodded: "Oh, I understand. You have been exploiting Madam, so she ran out in anger? What a bunch of vampires."

"You, a profiteer, still have the nerve to criticize me? Besides, is that your wife? Just call her Mrs. Madam. And you'd better return the Great Saint as soon as possible. She is a walking tonic for any creature, especially Followers of the Evil God!”

"Don't worry, I will pay you back." Richard said carelessly, "Can I pay you back one more when the time comes?"

The paladin said with some fear: "What, buy one and get one free! You'd better never touch the saint, otherwise the Pope will probably go crazy."

"What?"

"The saint is the Pope's daughter."

"Oh, [-]% off?" Richard replied casually and then widened his eyes and said, "Huh?"

"Eve is the Pope's rebellious daughter."

Richard said uncertainly: "There will always be a time when a daughter will get married..."

The Paladin whispered: "Ordinary people may think so, but the Pope...she is not an ordinary person."

Richard felt that everything made sense.

No wonder Mrs. Eve had such a bad opinion of the Pope. She was in a rebellious stage. She refused to obey her mother's discipline and simply ran away.

So in the Pope's opinion, Richard should be the bastard who kidnapped his beloved daughter.

But the problem shouldn't be that serious...

No matter how difficult the Pope is, can he be more difficult than Nunalia?

And from what the Paladin said, the Church of Dawn is very short of money right now. Although Richard has no money, he has mines!

If the mithril mine can flow out of the hands of the Church of Dawn, wouldn't it be equivalent to washing oneself clean?

Richard and the Paladin put their arms around each other and said, "Hey, good brother, go back and introduce the Pope to me."

"Don't think about it, no one in the entire Miden Territory knows that you like wives! Now you even dare to set your sights on the Pope!"

"Oh, that's not what I meant. I just introduced..."

"That's the Pope whom I respect the most. I need to pay more!"

"This is easy to handle. You can take the check."

Chapter 128 Clintina, you are an orc

The only characteristic of the orc territory is desolation. Their habits are like nomadic people, but they still know how to produce.

This group of orcs has their own unique grains, but compared to human farming levels, they are still in the slash-and-burn stage and are not really interested in studying the growth of grains.