Chapter 51

"God! Let me hear what you're talking about? You have a secret wound in your body? Damn it, I also have a secret wound in my body. Why don't you treat me?" the black haired Knight didn't believe kukas at all, so he asked in a disdainful whisper: "say, what does it have to do with this God?" while talking, the knight secretly glanced at the goddess statue not far away, Then he quickly turned his head. You know, in this world, if someone mentions the name of a God, the God will feel it, so he doesn't dare to say it too clearly.

"Maybe I'm a little better, well, a little better than the knight." kukas grinned, but carefully looked at the layout of the whole church.

The church is very large. There is an altar at the northernmost end. Behind the altar is a huge mural. It is said that the mural depicting ISIR, the goddess of war, was painted by the white priest himself. On the lower left side of the altar, there is a white jade statue the size of a normal person, carved with the vague appearance of the goddess. On the lower right side of the altar, there is a small table on which a large Scripture is placed, which is the place where believers recite scriptures in the sacrificial rites.

In addition, there are wall lamps on the surrounding walls. These wall lamps are made of Trident silver, on which candles thick and thin baby arms are lit. Kukas disdained such extravagant behavior. However, in the four corners of the altar, the oil lamp was lit. A trace of milky holy power kept coming in and out of the oil lamp, blessing the holy power above.

She ignored the chaotic mob believers below and kukas's arrival. She just held a thick Scripture with her hands flat and was reciting the Scriptures in a low voice. With the recitation of her scriptures, a trace of milky light came out of the void above her head, some fell into her body, some fell into the Scripture, and a few fell into the lower altar and the whole church.

A carnivorous table was carried to the church by the mob who was tame by the priest. It was placed in a large quantity of meat and small fruits and vegetables. A bucket of poor Baijiu and a small amount of red wine were transported by them and stacked on the longest central table. Of course, the long table is the distribution center of all materials. If someone is short of goods, you can look there.

While kukas was observing the situation here, the black robed female mage didn't know when she came in. She narrowed her eyes, held the staff in her hands and stood quietly beside kukas.

"Mage, your lover is so weird. As soon as he entered the church, he triggered a vision." the black haired knight who had just been damaged by kukas saw the arrival of the black robed female mage and hurried forward to talk about what had happened to kukas just now. He described what would happen in an exaggerated tone and metaphor. Finally, she looked at the black robed female mage eagerly and seriously and said, "I think you must know more than me. Can you tell me what the reason is?"

"You should ask the priest, not me." the black robed female mage shook her head and whispered with a smile, "by the way, where's your woman? Why don't you bring her here? I think she must be eager for such a banquet."

Although the knight was annoyed by the black robed female mage, he answered the black robed female mage's words. Through his narration, kukas knew that the noble female mage had committed suicide. Yes, under the endless humiliation of the knight, she was branded with a seal by the black robed female mage, and she completely collapsed. So last night, he cut his throat with a broken glass bottle and left the world.

"The loss of her strength must be the main reason for her complete collapse!" kukas whispered uncertainly. Because in the knight's story, he learned that the mark branded by the black robed female mage is actually something that seals and destroys the caster's meditation space. If the caster is strong enough, he can keep his meditation space from being destroyed. If he is not strong enough, the meditation space will be completely damaged, thus permanently losing the possibility of becoming a caster.

"Maybe, but it's just a woman. If she doesn't have it, she won't have it!" said the black haired knight with a dim face. "In fact, I was awake when she committed suicide. It's a pity that she didn't let me disturb the priest. Otherwise, with the power of the priest, she might survive."

"What if she survives? If she still has the pride of the caster, she will commit suicide again. If she doesn't, she won't have the idea of suicide at all." the black robed female mage aside disdained the corners of her mouth, and didn't know whether it was for the knight or the dead noble female mage.

"What would you choose if you lost your strength?" kukas did not know why. After seeing the expression of the black robed female mage, he felt very uncomfortable. He grabbed the black robed female mage into his arms and asked in a low voice.

"I don't know. Maybe I choose to die like her, or I want to live in any situation. After all, I haven't reached that point, so I don't know my final choice." the black robed female mage was extremely sensitive to kukas's emotional fluctuations, so she twisted her body unhappily and wanted to get out of his arms.

Silence, the crowd suddenly fell silent, and finally the black haired Knight broke the silence. "Well, everybody, why didn't you see the lurk? He didn't come?"

"I haven't seen him for a long time. Maybe he went to perform the task assigned to him by the military headquarters. You know, he has deeper feelings for the military headquarters than any of us." the black robed female mage stopped struggling and let kukas hold her in her arms.

"The banquet begins." the voice of the white robed priest suddenly sounded at this time. With her voice, kukas quickly took the black robed female mage to a secret corner. The black haired Knight shook his head, occupied a table alone and began to drink wine, perhaps because of the death of his plaything or for other reasons. He drank a lot of wine throughout the banquet.

"Put me down." the black robed female mage stretched out her little hand and knocked kukas on the chest, not wanting to sit on him.

"It's more comfortable here." kukas laughed, but ignored him and said nothing to let the other party down from himself.

"When I went to the priest, she looked a little depressed." the black robed sorceress saw that she could not explain kukas, so her eyes turned and immediately found an excuse. "Do you know how much effort she has put into running this church over the past two years? In more than two years, she has developed a real believer. What a poor person!"

Kukas followed the instructions of the black robed sorceress and happened to see the white robed priestess sitting in a high back chair. Beside her, a woman was pouring wine for her. And that woman is the tall woman he often sees in the pub who sells her body to make a living. Obviously, the woman became the only believer in the development of the priest.

"OK, but you need to hurry up." she beat the black robe female wizard and then leaned over the wall behind him, and began to drink with the baijiu.

The black robed female mage smiled and didn't speak. She directly took the staff to the white robed priest.

Few of the mobs, consisting of fugitives, bankrupt businessmen, landless civilians, and guards who abandoned their employers, had attended the banquet. They come here just to eat and drink, loudly boast about their past, and often argue about some small things.

They delicacy about women, about the policies of various empires, about their future, about their own careers here, and about future development, all of which are repeated and talked again and again, under the unrestrained supply of Baijiu and exquisite food. It's the first time they feel such ease.

I don't know how long later, kukas found that the black robed female mage returned to him again. This time, the black robed female mage sat on his lap naturally, and then leaned her whole body against his arms. "Go talk to the priest! She looks very lonely and helpless. I think what she needs now is a man's broad chest to rely on." when she said this, the female mage whispered and smiled endlessly.

"I don't dare to do that. I think she wants me to believe in the God she believes in. Oh! Damn it, I will never believe in that God. If a person wants to be strong, he can only rely on himself." kukas said indifferently.

"With faith, the soul will be greatly comforted. Professionals who don't believe in gods like you are really rare." the black robed female mage said, jumped down from kukas again, and then pulled him to the position of the white robed priest: "talk to the priest, you don't have to talk about faith."

Facing this situation, kukas reluctantly compromised. After all, it was not a big deal, and he didn't take it to heart, so he came to the white robed priest with the female mage. The white priest seemed to have expected that kukas would come, so he nodded slightly and motioned him to sit opposite him.