Carry the Ring of Elden with you

"Sir Faulkner, I am very scared. I heard that you have passed away in the expansion war of Charles Empire, but I never thought that I would see your respect again. The method you gave me is very powerful, and I can clearly feel it. I felt that my old and feeble body was gradually rejuvenating with new vitality. It turned out that this power belonging to the undead was not as terrifying as the world described. It was so powerful that I felt that the life I had worked hard for for decades was meaningless."

"Of course, I have almost completed what you asked me to do. Those villagers foolishly drank the polluted well water, and their bodies should be filled with your power. Soon their bodies will become your loyal undead warriors , and as part of the deal, I will accept their souls... My desire for flesh and blood has been getting bigger and bigger recently, and I am afraid that this desire can only be eliminated by devouring the flesh and soul of my son's closest relatives."

"I will use this village as a base, devour all the living people who enter it, and turn their bodies into our great undead warriors. I will follow your instructions, Marquis Faulkner. When this continent is full of wars and corpses are everywhere, , is the best period for us and the undead king to dominate the world."

Roger read the text on the letter with a solemn expression, exhaled a breath and looked at D who was waiting for him. He raised the letter in his hand and shook it: "I think our journey may have to come to an end for the time being. What is on this envelope?" I need to return to Moren City immediately to report the matter to Lord Roland."

Chapter 5: Favors and blessings are so useful, of course I have to come to preach.

After reading the letter sent by Roger, D also realized the importance of the message written in the letter and expressed his agreement with Roger's proposal.

"But what are you going to do with this man and the two people in the house?" D asked: "Let me make it clear in advance that I am not willing to bring a few oil bottles back."

Roger shook his head: "Relax, I'm not a nice guy either. In addition to the undrinkable water, there are many supplies in the village that can support their lives. These are enough."

D nodded nonchalantly: "That's good if you think so." As he said that, he picked up the village chief's son who was still unconscious on the ground, and called Roger back to Ellen's home.

Huggins wandered around the room anxiously, and when he heard the sound of the wooden door creaking open, he shivered in fright.It wasn't until he recognized D and Roger that the look on his face relaxed.

"Two magicians, have all the monsters outside been dealt with?" Huggins rubbed his hands and asked with a smile.

D put the village chief's son back on the bed and ignored him. Roger nodded and answered Huggins' question: "Don't worry, everything has been solved. The village is safe now."

Huggins looked happy and his fat body jumped up excitedly: "Then can I leave the village and go home?"

Roger stretched out his hand and pressed it lightly, signaling Huggins not to be too excited: "Yes, you can go home. But I have a unkind request, and I hope you can agree to it."

Huggins didn't care so much and replied happily: "Of course, I will repay you for saving my life."

Roger smiled and nodded: "Then I'm welcome. I hope you can temporarily take care of the only two people left in the village in front of you until they wake up and can take care of themselves. Your goods are not available in the village. Isn't it better to have two people help you than to do it alone? As for the reward, the unconscious village chief's son promised my companion to give us all his money, so you can ask him directly for it. alright."

Then Roger reached out and handed over a shining sword that was taking shape in his hand, and handed it to Huggins: "Take this shining sword. If you are in trouble in the future, you can use it to find me in Morn City." . If you hadn’t taken the initiative to frame and provoke others, I would have helped to settle the matter.”

When Huggins heard that he had to take care of a wounded man and a half-year-old child, he looked unhappy but could not refuse directly. It was not until Roger handed him the sword that glowed with blue light that he became happy.

Huggins didn't care about the reward. Although he didn't mind having too many gold coins, no matter how many gold coins he had, it wasn't as important as the favor of a magician.With this favor that was a blessing in disguise, he might be able to free his son from being an ordinary person and become a magic apprentice.

"Don't worry! I, Huggins, am known for my reliability in my work. Please rest assured!" Huggins respectfully took the sword with both hands, nodded and bowed, and then asked hesitantly with a confused look on his face: "But may I ask? Lord Magician, in which country is this...Moen City located? I have never heard of such a city."

"Go from the north of this village in the direction of the Charles Empire. If you ask people on the road where the golden trees are, they will point you in the direction." Roger said patiently: "By the way, the well water in the village has been used by people. No matter what medicine is sprayed, drink water from other water sources as much as possible."

Seeing that Roger had finished his instructions, D stood up and said, "It's time to go after everything is done, Roger."

Roger finally nodded to Huggins, turned around and walked out of the room with D.

It wasn't until the two of them were out of sight that Huggins's flattering face subsided.He looked at the unconscious Ellen and the village chief's son with disgust, and sighed.

In fact, he wanted to just leave, but he was afraid that the magician had some tricks that he didn't know about. He would not know whether he had done what he asked him to do. Under this fear, Huggins still reluctantly took care of these two people. personal.

But the golden tree... he felt like he had heard it somewhere.Huggins shook his head and didn't pay much attention.

The border of Charles' empire, the edge of the endless forest, and the city of Morn.

At this time, the projection of the golden tree was a bit taller than before. The glowing crown of the golden tree could barely be seen from at least ten kilometers away.

Everyone who comes to Moen City is first attracted by the huge golden tree, and then marvels and sighs with emotion at the two tall and powerful demon statues guarding the city gate. Finally, when they enter the city, they are attracted by the bustling scene in the city. Stop the pace.

Different from the sour and dirty streets of the ancient cities before, the stone-paved streets of Moren City are spotless. Each street is patrolled meticulously by Knight Commander Gryk and 3 to 4 Gryk soldiers.

Whether pedestrians or carriages, everything is in order, and even those domineering adventurers and war mercenaries dare not disturb this order.

Anyone who dared to resist the rules set by Roland had been killed in the streets by the patrolling royal troops and hung on top of the city. Their corpses were still floating above the gates of Moren City.Only the bloody lessons made these unruly adventurers and mercenaries lower their heads.

This stable order allowed more profit-seeking businessmen to come to Moen City to do business, so Moen City became lively during an extreme period of time.

Roland was also happy for these merchants to come over, but Roland sent people to buy out any merchants who sold grain.

After all, no one can predict what will happen in the future. The Charles Empire will definitely not let itself and Moren City go. There is definitely nothing wrong with stocking up on food for the possible war.

The homeless knights and exiled soldiers were arranged by Roland to patrol and guard the walls of Morn City, because the equipment of the exiled soldiers was indeed an exiled army compared with the king's army.

The sophisticated armor of the regular army of the King's Army is more in line with the aesthetics of people in the city, which is why they can be seen everywhere on the streets.

At this time, there was a lifelike statue of a golden tree standing outside a building in Moen City. The inverted triangle symbol of the Golden Law was placed on the eaves of the door. There were people queuing in front of the door.

If passers-by look carefully, most of the people in line are accompanied by family members. They are either physically disabled or suffering from serious illnesses that cannot be easily cured.

The four Grek knight captains and twenty Grek soldiers were fully armed and looked solemn.They stood in two rows inside and outside the door with their backs straight.The powerful people in the junction area, whose eyes were full of golden blessings, were walking in and out wearing clean and capable white robes, calling the people in line from time to time according to the names on the list.

The order of queuing is not the order of entering the house. Although the crowd was restless, it recently became quiet under the gaze of the soldiers on both sides.

This house is the Golden Law Church run by Roland, and today is the weekly blessing day.

When the golden tree is extremely lush in the era, the golden tree will condense the dew of grace.Dew drops are the key to missionary activities. Drinking dew drops can not only receive the blessings of the golden tree, but also heal and strengthen one's body.

So Roland began to imitate the prosperous era of the Golden Tree, and ordered the blacksmith in the city to create a golden Holy Grail, using it to contain the dew of grace condensed by the Golden Tree.At the same time, in cooperation with those powerful and devout believers, we stipulate that every Sunday from [-] am to [-] pm is the time to bless the believers of the Golden Law who have just begun to believe in this world.

And Roland will naturally not be stingy with his rewards. Those powerful believers who work for Roland can bathe in the light of the blessing of the golden tree every day, which is much better than the local believers.

The already devout dignitaries received blessings when they came out again. Naturally, they obeyed Roland and set an example and actively preached to the local residents living in the city.

"Next, Gauld Beaulay." The young male dignitary walked out of the door and shouted loudly.

At this time, a child with a red face and lively eyes walked out from behind him and his excited mother.

The mother's eyes were red and swollen, and her expression was full of gratitude. She knelt down suddenly and wanted to say something to the powerful man, but was dragged down by the strong and steady hands of the male powerful man.

"In the past, you could kneel down to me. But now Lord Roland has issued an order that prohibits anyone from kneeling down to anyone else. If you really want to express your gratitude, just kneel down to the golden tree. You are a You are a very devout gold believer, so you can get this opportunity to enjoy the grace and cure your child's incurable disease." The powerful man said gently, looking at the mother.

He paused and his tone became serious: "Please maintain this sincerity and faith, otherwise when you abandon this faith, the golden tree will also take back the favor it has bestowed."

The mother shook her head repeatedly and choked up and said: "How could I turn my back on the Golden Tree? I prayed to many gods for my child's illness, but those bishops and priests let me and my child live after they defrauded me of all my money." Get out of the house.”

She raised her head and reflected the dazzling golden tree in her eyes: "Only you, only this golden tree has truly answered my humble prayer and performed a miracle."

It's just that the young male dignitary has seen too many people like this mother these days. He just gave the mother and her child a few gentle words of relief and guided the person whose name was called into the house. .

This was a female warrior from the northern highland human race who had lost her arms. She refused the company of her companions and wandered over alone.Her resolute, rough and weather-beaten face still showed a trace of apprehension when she walked into the church.

At the moment that could really change her future life, the memories in her mind kept rolling in front of her eyes like a stream.

She heard a bard passing by her hometown sing about a city in the south covered by huge golden trees, where there was a magical elixir that could cure all diseases and eliminate pain.

It's most likely a story told by a bard.Gold thought, but with the mentality of giving it a try, she asked her companion to find out the specific name of the city: Morn City.

Then in the harsh weather of the north, she set off to Moren City with three friends she had known since childhood.

After arriving in Moen City, she saw the appearance of the church and thought it was just a trick used by those churches to defraud money. At most, she could just shower it with the so-called holy water.How could he really spend those precious resources on someone like her who had no aristocratic status?

And her lost arms were caused by the curse of a powerful enemy. Even an epic priest would find it difficult.If she wanted to be completely cured, she would have to ask a legendary priest-bishop to take action, and spend an amount of gold coins that would make her suspicious.

What's more, she doesn't even have a noble status and is not qualified to ask a priest or bishop of that level to take action.

Maybe the master she once loyal to could be invited, but... Tsk.Thinking of this, Gold just wanted to make the man spit in his face.He provoked a difficult enemy and tried his best to deal with it. However, facing his serious injury, the man just threw a few silver coins and drove him back home.

However, it is well known in this continent that the people in the northern highlands value love and justice.

Thanks to those companions who never left her, she was able to return home to recuperate.However, although her companions wanted revenge, they were dissuaded by Gold.Revenge is refreshing, but offending a noble will lead to harassment later in life, which can be very troublesome. You may even be ostracized and suppressed when buying things.

While Gold was thinking this, she saw with her own eyes a disfigured and disgusting man who entered the church and came out with the appearance of a handsome man.

The people nearby who knew the man well were amazed at the turban wrapped around his head. After asking around, they found out that the man was their famous handsome man. He was stalked by a female noble. After she clearly refused, the female noble sent someone to destroy him. His appearance.

But now that he had returned to his original appearance, the handsome man cried loudly in the church. His eyes were red and swollen when he went out, but because of his beauty, he looked so charming that even Gold couldn't help but look at him more. A few glances at him.

The female warrior quickly came to her senses. She frowned again and looked carefully at the man's appearance. Sure enough, she found that the man's ears were slightly different from those of ordinary humans.

"Half-elf?" she asked tentatively.

Only someone with elven blood can have such a charming face that can make a female noble linger.

After all, elves are very arrogant and disdain human interaction.

The man's friend looked shocked. His companion's ears were cut off by the female noble's men before, so he didn't cover them with a scarf. He forgot about it in the past two or three years.

Mixed races are almost not welcomed in the Salid continent. Unless they are the illegitimate children of nobles, most of them are excluded.Humans regard them as aliens, while races with the other half's blood view them as tainted and unclean.

The man did not answer Gold's words, but took out a spare scarf from his arms, wrapped the handsome man's pointed ears, and took him away in a hurry.

Gold did not express dissatisfaction with the man's behavior. After all, she also knew the situation of these hybrids.

However, this church was even willing to save half-breeds, which made Gauld take a few glances.This church called "Goldenism" may really be different from the churches we have seen before.

But she learned that if she wanted to receive the blessings of the church, she must first believe in the tall golden tree and become a member of the residents of Morn City.Otherwise, even if a blessing is given, the blessing will be withdrawn if one violates the oath.

Gold originally thought that he needed to collect money to join the church, but in the end, he simply registered his name in the register.

"Then how can I accept the blessings of the Golden Tree?" Gold asked in confusion.

This requires neither money nor me to do anything beneficial to the church, so how do I know how to improve my status in the church to obtain gifts.

As a result, the dignitary in charge of the hierarchy glanced at the female warrior inexplicably and said patiently: "Come to the church to pray every day, three times a day. If you truly believe in the golden tree, the golden tree will naturally feel your piety and rain down for you. Bless you.”

Then Gold did as he was told, and the female warrior insisted on coming to the church to pray to the Golden Tree every day. She was doubtful at the beginning, but after seeing those who truly believed in the Golden Tree receiving favors, she also restrained herself. My mind began to pray sincerely.

Finally at this moment today, the golden tree finally chose her.

Gold followed the dignitary to the place where she often prayed. The interior of the church was not gorgeously decorated. There were only long benches for believers to sit on and a golden statue that was exactly the same as the golden tree statue outside was placed at the end of the church. In the middle, a pure gold Holy Grail is placed under the trunk of the statue.

"Go forward and sincerely call the names of Lord Roland and the Golden Tree, and the blessings will appear in the Golden Holy Grail." The young male dignitary instructed.

Gold followed his instructions and came to the statue of the golden tree. He closed his eyes and called the names of Roland and the golden tree in his heart with a solemn expression.

Her keenness as a warrior allowed her to detect some changes in the golden tree statue in front of her, but she did not dare to make any other move and just prayed for Roland and the golden tree in her heart.

The powerful man couldn't laugh or cry when he saw Gauld's nervous look, but he couldn't show such an expression in the solemn church. He could only cough lightly and remind: "Ms. Gauld Beaulay, the blessing has appeared. Now. Do you need me to help you put it into your mouth?"

Only then did Gold open his eyes, and the golden tree statue in front of him was really waving with little golden light. The golden light finally gathered in the golden holy cup and condensed into crystal clear red dew drops, which rippled gently in the cup.

"No, I can do it myself." Gold refused the powerful man's kindness. She carefully picked up the rim of the Holy Grail with her mouth, raised her head slightly, and drank the red dew droplets into her mouth.

Gold felt her arms itching very much, and something was washed away in her body, making a sound like breaking porcelain.

As a strange green aura was driven out of her body by the graceful dewdrops of the golden tree, the regeneration effect of the dewdrops finally took effect, and Gauld's rough but burly and powerful arms reappeared on her body.

The female Highland warrior held back her excitement and continued, tremblingly reaching out and taking the Golden Holy Grail from her mouth.She felt a long-lost coolness in her hands, and suddenly felt the urge to cry.

She wiped the Holy Grail clean with gentle movements, placed it under the trunk of the golden tree statue, and kowtowed heavily.

When she couldn't see it, the Golden Tree wrapped the Golden Holy Grail with blessings, cleaned it inside and out, and just disappeared when the female warrior raised her head.

"The only golden tree that answers my prayers. I, the northern highland warrior, the daughter of Dryden Beaulieu, swear to devote my life and soul to the Golden Cult for the rest of my life, and volunteer to be your guardian warrior."

However, the young male dignitaries have no fluctuations in their hearts. If they saw this scene dozens of times every Sunday, no one would be surprised.

In fact, he has always had a question: Why do these people say that only the golden tree truly answers prayers? Don't the gods you believed in before respond to the blessings given to them by believers?

Chapter 6: Take advantage of the situation

"So you want me to send troops to rescue your city, Lord Malen?"

In the lobby of the City Lord's Mansion in Moren City, Roland looked at the middle-aged man in front of him who took off his noble hat and showed an interesting expression.

To the right of the city lord's seat stood the silent Icosela, and to the left stood the quiet-looking Melina.

Originally, Edgar, the Lord of Morn City, and six other homeless knights were all sitting on the side of the conference table in the middle, including Kenneth Hyde.At this time, they were not wearing the helmets of the lost knights, showing their old or capable looks, looking at the middle-aged noble with the same wonderful eyes as Roland.

Roland's eyes were fixed on the man named "Maren", as if he wanted to see through him, and his tone changed from playful to indifferent: "The city of Leiden you manage is a city that belongs to the Charles Empire. I want Mr. Mullen to You should also know what happened between me and your Charles Empire, right? If you dare to come to me for help, can I think this is a conspiracy of your Charles Empire? Taking advantage of the lack of troops in my city Take the opportunity to attack my city of Morn, eh?”

A layer of cold sweat broke out on Lord Malen's head, and he felt the pressure of the gazes of the homeless knights around him.As the Battle of Dogu City became known to more and more people, these knights in shining armor with flying dragon patterns engraved on their armor also became famous.

One person can defeat thousands of armies and kill dragon knights. Anyway, Roland and themselves felt that the title was outrageous when they heard it, and they were given the title of these homeless knights.

Because the speed of information transmission was abnormal, Roland suspected that people from the Holy Empire of France were behind this, and the purpose was to expose his high-end combat power so that enemies he encountered in the future would be wary.

Therefore, Roland was not polite.Roland sent exiled soldiers to collect the armor taken off by the surrendered soldiers, as well as the armor and weapons from the soldiers who died in the previous battle with the Holy Empire of France outside the city.

After leaving twenty or thirty sets of armor as research objects, Roland generously auctioned off all the other armors directly.

You reveal the details of my men and you still want to kill me, right?Okay, then I will sell your domestic armor.Especially those magic armors of the Holy Armor Soldiers. Roland kept the ones with high integrity and sold the others.

Other countries should be interested in the magic armor and weapon forging technology of your Holy Empire of France, right?

Anyway, they were hurting each other. During the auction, Roland deliberately let the golden tree activate its thought-sensing ability, and refused to enter the auction house all those businessmen sent by the Holy Empire of France.

I will let you see the secrets of your own country's forging technology being known to other countries, and I will ask you if you are angry?

Pulling away, the perspective turned back to the poor Lord Malen.

The middle-aged nobleman hesitated and sweated profusely under the sharp gaze of the homeless knight.

Finally he said: "I came to you for help out of necessity, Lord Roland of Morn City. All the messengers I sent to the capital of the Charles Empire for help were rejected on the grounds that I was in a head-on battle with the Holy Empire of France. There are no spare forces to support an insignificant city like ours."

Roland raised his eyebrows, then closed his eyes to communicate with the golden tree, letting it check whether what the middle-aged noble was thinking was consistent with what he said.