Oracle of Terra

The elite team of dozens of people stopped around this Sakota strangely.

"Huh, although it takes a long time to store spells, it feels really cool to spend spells without money."

At the same time, Mostima also confirmed that her Lock of Desolate Time was indeed the best spell to clean up these large numbers of soldiers.

Although she might have to do it in normal times, but with Telles' amulet, at least she doesn't have to pull out two staffs to consume her physical strength to deal with the Sarkaz elite that may appear next.

"Anyway, I'll send you all to hell first, and remember not to talk nonsense with Lateran warlocks in your next life."

Throwing the origin stone bomb that W gave to him behind him casually, the fallen angel prayed for these dying people.

--boom!

"It's really powerful. Does that Miss W have a fear of insufficient firepower?"

Mostima remembered the novel term that her friend said, and she thought it was quite suitable for that Miss W.

After arriving at the place where W and Ines were, what Mostima saw was a pure white Sarkaz standing in the center of the battlefield.

The soldiers and mercenaries who were fighting at first stopped fighting because of that eye-catching existence.

Looking at the pure white, blue-haired angel, he recalled the scene when he saw Telles in the wasteland.

From a distance, she could catch a glimpse of the pure white color wrapped in the shabby robe, even in the distance, she seemed to be able to see the end of the earth from those special eyes.

Although after approaching, he was lying dead on the ground with no image, and he just raised a hand to ask himself for help.

But that sacredness is indeed very similar to the white figure in front of him.

"Who are you? My friend."

15. Mostima's Kazdel Adventures

The final result surprised Mostima. She didn’t know much about Sarkaz, and she knew very few Sarkaz people.

But he seemed to understand a little bit, whether it was mercenaries or those elite fighters, the reason why they chose to stop after seeing the white Sarkaz.

People, always have a little faith.

And the white figure in front of him is the faith of the Sarkaz, their light, and their Lord.

If she had heard people say such things in the former Rutland school, she would have laughed it off.

What beliefs do demons have?

But after actually seeing it, she felt that this was much more real than the invisible and intangible belief of the Lateran people.

She is there, visible and tangible.

Well, maybe she'll still smile at you?

Even a shoddy Sarkaz like Ines couldn't help being stunned.

Mostima suddenly thought, does Telles have such a charm for these Sarkaz?

But after thinking about it for a while, she could only laugh helplessly. That man had no elements of belief at all, and he did look quite divine from a distance, but as long as he said a few words, he The true qualities of the petty bourgeois are immediately revealed.

But as a friend, he's a pretty good guy.

"I said, Mr. Hedley, I won't deliver your letter next time."

After seeing the mercenary leader coming over, Mostima also sat down on the ground. Although there was no consumption, if she wanted to continue to face the elite Sarkaz fighters, she might really have to explain here. It seems that she will ask the boss for some allowances when she goes back. .

But when she thought about it again, she seemed to have made a lot of money selling amulets.

Is this the coexistence of danger and opportunity?

"Feel sorry."

Even Hedley didn't expect that almost [-]% of his team would die in this escort mission, but looking at W and Ines leaning on each other not far away, the leader of the team My heart is also much calmer.

"If in the past, people in my school knew that Sarkaz apologized to us Sakota people, maybe their eyes would pop out."

After all, Sarkaz is most famous for robbing Lateran caravans to make a living, and as a Lateran messenger to Sarkaz, Mostima also feels that he is actually a little bit of that.

But she is a fallen angel, so it doesn't really matter.

"By the way, what is that monster?"

"Don't ask me, it's the first time I see you too, but it should be a companion."

Seeing the black monster wreaking havoc on the battlefield with that white shadow not far away, Hedley couldn't help but feel his scalp tingle.

To be honest, he felt that it would be lucky if only [-]% of the people died. Maybe if he could integrate the remaining teams on the battlefield, he might be able to restore a seventy-eight percent manpower.

"Miss Messenger, what do you think we have been involved in?"

"Didn't you Sarkaz start the civil war?"

"Haha, that's right."

The tall Sarkaz mercenary could only smile wryly. If it was a civil war, then he might not be able to get out of this deep quagmire.

But later, after being received by her employer, Mostima also came together on a mobile ship that seemed to be under renovation.

"It feels like something was dug out from somewhere, it's really old."

"Yeah, I feel a lot of emotion when I think that what we are transporting is the parts of this big guy."

"So we're going to meet your employer?"

"Correct."

Listening to Hedley's answer, Mostima felt a little subtle. She came here to sell products just after a big battle. She always felt that even Croissant would not do such a thing, right?

"Relax, Miss Messenger, Your Highness Teresia will not do anything to you just because you are from Sakota."

"It seems that you admire this Highness very much?"

"As long as they are Sarkaz people, they will respect this Highness, even if it is W."

"Well, that's really powerful, Your Highness."

Recalling the lack of firepower phobia, Onmyoji W, Moustima was a little surprised.

She thought that people like W would not have faith in their hearts, but now it seems that there may be something in Sarkaz's body instinctively awakened by Theresia's royal blood?

Anyway, she, a fake and shoddy Sarkaz, couldn't understand it.

"Your Highness Teresia, I brought her here."

A well-educated mercenary like Hedley can be said to be weird in the eyes of Mostima, but considering that there is an even weirder Telles, she is not unacceptable.

"Thank you, Mr. Hedley, do you really not think about the previous proposal?"

There was a gentle smile on the pure white Sarkaz's face, and Mostima just felt like a spring breeze. This is really a beautiful highness who looks the same.

"I'm very sorry, Your Highness, although it is a very attractive invitation, but I am a mercenary after all."

"That's really a pity, if you can join the Tower of Babel..."

Her expression looked a little lonely, as for Mostima, she was smiling and watching the rivalry between the two, anyway, it had nothing to do with her as a messenger of natural disasters.

"Then, I will not bother Your Highness."

After exchanging pleasantries, Hedley exited the meeting room, leaving only Mostima and Theresia behind.

"I thought you would always be accompanied by someone? Your Highness."

"Hehe, Kelsey is indeed always following me, but today she is going to help Amiya's child have a medical examination, so I am the only one in charge of receiving you, Miss Messenger, your name is Mostima, right?"

"Yes, I am Mostima, belonging to Yan Kingdom Longmen, and the messenger of Penguin Logistics Company, Mostima. I don't know when His Royal Highness Teresia is looking for me as a messenger of natural disasters?"

"It's actually about that."

Teresia put a talisman on the table. It was a very old talisman, and one could feel the accumulation of the times and the extraordinary craftsmanship, as well as the extraordinary power attached to it.

"This is a gift from an old man from the king's family. He said it was a medal made by his most beloved majesty, and it is also a gift to celebrate my official succession to the throne."

"'His Majesty'?"

Mostima felt a little strange, after all, the current orthodox king of Sarkaz is His Highness in front of him.

And Teresia also noticed her doubts, her slender index fingers were wrapped around the white hair.

"The 'Your Majesty' that the old man said came from the early days of the founding of Kazdel. At that time, Kazdel was not as barren as it is now, and it was only regarded as a country that existed in name only. The former king Kazdel established a kingdom belonging to Sarkaz. And the paradise on earth for the infected, it is a country that truly belongs to our race."

Teresia looked a little yearning.

"That is indeed a fascinating country, but the coexistence of infected people and ordinary people, is this really easy to do?"

"The old man didn't explain the specific details to me. It's just that the god Kazdel is also the source of Sarkaz's fear. He is called a tyrant and butcher by other countries and races. Although he is tolerant of his subjects, He has fought countless battles all his life, and no one seems to be able to stop his conquests. Judging from the current Kazdel, it is simply a dream-like expansion of the territory, but he does not shy away from using witchcraft and magic that others see as evil. The ritual, using the enemy as nourishment to support his own army, and finally, the people who feared him united together, the rule of the gods came to an end, and Sarkaz became a notorious demon, and Kazdar also fell apart. Today, it has become such a barren area that it is not even a country."

"It's really a history of ups and downs. Does Your Highness Teresia want to emulate the original god Kazdel?"

"How come, the road of violence has been proved by this majesty that it is not suitable for general use on this land. What I want to pursue is a different road."

"I see."

Mostima nodded, "But is it really okay to say that to me, an outsider?"

"Then I invite Ms. Mostima to join the Tower of Babel, would you like to?"

"No, no, I still like my current job quite a bit. To be honest, I have no plans to change jobs yet."

"Yes, that's a pity."

"I always feel that His Highness is just saying that politely."

"how come."

Teresia's smile made Mostima a little confused. She remembered that it seemed to be her own patented privilege, but then it should be the right thing to do.

"Hedley told me that Ms. Mostima sold him some amulets made with ancient techniques. I wonder if the two remaining amulets left by Ms. Mostima can be resold to me?"

"Of course there is no problem, but can you lend me your amulet?"

"no problem."

Teresia took the brand new talisman handed over by Mostima, while Mostima took Teresia's old amulet.

"This is?"

The ancient talisman contains a kind of wonderful magic power, and Mostima feels that it seems to come from the handicraft of the person she knows, but the weather-beaten age of the talisman probably surpasses Mostima's cognition.

However, this is probably impossible to come from the hands of Telles, and most of it comes from the inheritance of the same technology.

"It's amazing, Miss Mostima, which craftsman made your talisman?"

"I'm afraid it's not a craftsman His Highness knows. Although he comes from the wilderness of Kazdel, he is currently living in the Dragon Gate of Yan Kingdom."

"Longmen... I remember that it was a city that was very strict with the infected. It seems impossible for me to visit this excellent craftsman there."

Theresa showed a somewhat regretful expression.

"Don't you know that Ms. Mostima provided me with the work of this craftsman as a channel?"

"Well...forget it, I might help you deliver the goods after the civil war is over, but it's still free now, I almost left my life here in the battle a few days ago."

"That's really a pity, then Ms. Mostima, if you see this Mr. Craftsman again, I hope you can convey my words to him."

"Do you want to change Kazdel's fate?"

"Change your hair! Ah Qi, three servings of fish balls!"

The white-haired Sarkaz youth looked at Mostima who was sending the message, and didn't want to participate in such a wonderful main plot as the Kazdel Civil War.

"What you said is really dead, Telles."

While swallowing the fish balls, Mostima, who returned from Kazdel's adventure, did not want to get involved in Kazdel's affairs to be honest.

"Of course, I'm just a fortune teller. It's useful to go to the civil war to get mixed up. This Highness Theresa really thinks highly of me."

"She is a great beauty."

"Tch, Boss Wei's niece is also pretty, so I'm not impressed!"

"Boss Wei?"

"Ahem... By the way, how much did you sell?"

Realizing that he had spoken smoothly, Telles changed the subject very bluntly.

"Oh, those talismans, equivalent to about 30 Longmen coins."