Chapter 2

Agate lake town is located in the hinterland of the Principality of Gran.

The coarse linen clothes and the biting cold wind from the far north made Leiluo curl up his lower body and leave the church in a trance, thinking about how to face his father's disappointment at home.

Depressed, sad.

Before he knew it, Ralo went to Bob's bakery in town and stood behind the queue.

Raised his head, Ralo looked at the double headed Parrot in the cage at the door of the store.

"Hey, you bastard, you can't eat less. You know to eat every day. It's because of you that I'm so fat. You can't eat less!"

Another parrot, who was eating bread crumbs, hit back: "shut up, you wordy ghost. I'll peck you if you beep again."

Frightened by the eyes of the bird head eating bread crumbs, the nagging bird head shrunk his neck. After turning his head, he found that Ralo, who was staring at himself, didn't have a good way: "look at your father? Haven't you seen such a handsome parrot!"

A black line appeared on Ralo's forehead.

Fortunately, fewer and fewer people lined up to buy bread, and soon arrived in Ralo.

The bakery owner is a tall, fat man with a beard on his cheeks. He looks down at the man who buys bread in front of him. He is Bob, who robbed Ralo's missionary qualification by offering gold coins this year, and the bright gentleman of the town.

In the glass window, there are soft and sweet white bread. Leiluo's stomach is not competitive, but he has no choice but to point to the piles of black bread and say, "I want a kilogram of black bread."

He took the twenty copper coins from Leiluo and took out a cold and hard black bread. Bob glanced over Leiluo and glanced at the people behind him.

Leiluo picked up the black bread and held it tightly in his arms, hoping to make it softer through the temperature. He curled up and ran home against the biting cold wind.

Squeak.

Closing the wooden door, Leiluo took out the black bread in his arms and hung it on the wall. He added two firewood to the fire. The warm light made Leiluo tremble twice.

Cough, cough, cough.

The father on the bed looked at Leiluo, tried to make a prayer gesture, and said in a low voice, "thank the God of light for sending my son back safely."

"Father."

With a strong smell of blood, Leiluo looked at his father who was being treated by the doctor. He looked at the doctor with focused eyes and said with concern: "doctor, how's my father?"

The doctor released the blood from his father's body through a needle and flowed into the wooden basin.

Tick, tick, the blood keeps flowing. It seems that only in this way can we take away the dirt in the body, create new blood through pious faith and overcome the pain.

In this era, bloodletting therapy is the universal treatment of all village doctors, and it is also the only treatment for civilians in remote areas who can't afford priests to perform the blessing of light.

The doctor wiped the bloody needle and said calmly, "I have released the dirt in his body. Now it depends on whether he is pious enough to believe in the Lord."

"Father will recover!"

Leiluo insisted.

The doctor didn't say much and left the cabin with the silver coin.

Leiluo's father is a famous hunter in the town. Only in this way can he spend silver coins for Leiluo to go to the church to read and try to obtain the qualification of missionary.

Unfortunately, in the fall of this year, my father was attacked by a Warcraft. After he came back, his wound did not heal for a long time. Even if he asked a doctor to bleed for treatment several times, he still failed to cure his injury. Instead, his body became weaker and weaker. Many people in the town secretly said that he was not pious enough in his belief in the God of light.

It was for this reason that leilo begged the priest to become a missionary to prove that his father was a devout believer in the God of light.

"How about the assessment results?"

The room was terribly repressed, only the crackling sound of the fire.

Facing his father's inquiry, Leiluo didn't respond and didn't dare to look at his father's disappointed eyes.

After busy and silent pouring out his father's dirty blood in the wooden basin, Leiluo returned to his room, closed the door and sat on the bed. It was because of his guilt for his father that he cried out sadly, blaming himself for not becoming a priest and letting his father get the mercy of the God of light.

Reaching out his hands, Leiluo looked at the warm light gradually emerging on his palm, and his eyes were distracted.

The power of prayer is also called the power of light.

The God of light is not an illusory legend. Every devout believer can feel its existence. Some clergy can even summon part of its power to come to the earth, that is, what people usually call the power of light and blessing.

The only way to summon this power is faith.

If we continue to expand believers, inspire confused people and join the faith of light, we can get more favor from the God of light.

Human beings live in a region called the land of the star curtain. There are many principalities in the territory. In addition to the God of light, there are many local believers, but they are only the gods of the God of light.

In the vicinity of many human principalities, there are also some familiar aliens, such as elves, dwarves, dwarfs and barbarians. However, most of them have been incorporated into the rules of the human system, integrate with each other, and their beliefs do not conflict.

However, at the other end of the vast melting pot desert, there is a terrible area called the land of night, where there are a group of terrible heretical creatures. Human beings know little about it. They only know that it is an evil place that will start the Crusade after successive popes ascend the throne.

In addition, in the vast boundless sea area, some pirates say by word of mouth that there is a vast continent ruled by other intelligent creatures in the depths of the boundless sea area ravaged by terrible giant marine creatures. Some people even rumored that they had seen cities floating in the sky, which were later recognized as nonsense.

However, it is true that there are some terrible creatures in the depths of the ocean that ordinary people can't imagine.

Waking up from his absence, Leiluo gradually dissipated the light in his hand, slightly tired and panting.

It is a great burden for the body for mortals to summon divine power. Although Leiluo summoned this divine power, he has almost no combat ability and can't show blessings. He can only show the existence of the God of light in front of some fools who have no faith, comfort the soul and spread faith, but it still makes Leiluo feel sleepy.

It can be imagined that successive popes have borne the burden of summoning the divine power of light.

Shaking his head to dispel his fatigue, Leiluo took out the festival of light and read it over and over again to strengthen his faith.

"The creator of the God of light created the kingdom of heaven. Human beings living in the kingdom of heaven fell into the magic box because of desire to open the magic box of original sin, and came to the star screen world. Only through selfless dedication of light and self redemption can they return to the kingdom of heaven..."

"Raylo!"

Outside the door came his father's call. Leiluo, who was reading the festival of light, quickly got up and ran to his father's room.

"Cough, cough, cough."

Father sat upright against the bed and put several things neatly on the bed.

In the light of the fire, Leiluo saw these things. They were a book, a strange necklace and a badge.

Leiluo held his father and complained, "you should have more rest."

My father is a stubborn man. Although his body has been thin after several bloodletting treatments, and he is even shaking in bed, his stubbornness in his eyes is still alive. He said in a low voice: "my own body, I know, can't survive this winter."

"No! The merciful God of light will have mercy on your piety. Even if you are misunderstood by many people in the town, the God of light knows your piety!"

Raylo has been trying his best to avoid the topic.

On the contrary, his father's eyes became more soft and loving than ever before, like looking at his lover when he was dying seventeen years ago.

"Your mother is the most devout believer of light in the world and the most beautiful woman in the world. She dedicated everything to the God of light she believed in. At the last moment of dystocia, she chose self dedication, sacrificed herself and left all her love to you."

Raylo bowed his head and shut up.

For seventeen years, raylo never had a birthday, because it was the mother's memorial day.

"As for me... Ha ha, the mercy of the God of light?"

Suddenly, his father was dignified and pious, his face turned into pain and self mockery, and he looked at Leiluo with tears and guilt.

"How can the great God of light pity a descendant of a wizard with the dirtiest blood in the world?"

Wizard?

Isn't it a legend that such things have long been crucified and burned by the church?

Leiluo looked at his father in disbelief. Is this the father who should thank the God of light even when he came back? He was saying that he was the descendant of a wizard!

"You didn't hear me wrong, Ralo. You and my ancestors were the wizards who spread the black death in the world in that dark age. Terror raged and were finally nailed to the stake by the church one by one!"

Deng Deng Deng!

Leiluo couldn't help retreating and constantly denied his father's words. He was a devout believer of the God of light. How could he be involved with the wizard? It's impossible!

Legend

It was a dark age shrouded in death and terror. Wizards held the power that ordinary people could not resist. They collected children's blood and eyes for evil experiments. They wantonly attacked all clergy of the light church. In the peak years of darkness and terror, they even released the death plague. The terrible black death was rampant, which once put mankind on the verge of extinction!

There are corpses everywhere in the city and none in the village.

Until later, with one wizard after another nailed to the cross by the church, they cursed everyone until the flames burned their bodies and the shrill wails continued for a long time, human beings gradually survived and multiplied and established one principality after another.

"It's impossible!"

Ralo looked pale.

"Cough, cough, cough! I also questioned my father. He left only one word."

With his father's cough, his face showed abnormal flushing and struggled: "this will never be our home!"