Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 873 855. Goddess

‘The obscure goddess’?

Archbishop Klimt's statement made Lan En a little curious.

Because the two words that make up this sentence are almost antonyms. Since it is a ‘god’, how can it be ‘not famous’?

Lan En has been standing silently behind Fodolink, adhering to the cautious principle of "leaving less outsiders involved" and remaining silent.

At this time, he raised his head slightly and looked at the huge vehicle frame passing behind Archbishop Klimt.

Two black horses, panting through their large wet nostrils, pulled the cart and followed the procession.

In this world, even animals like horses seem to be very silent. They don't even neigh or snort, they just pull the cart silently.

And the carriage frame is not a carriage, but a European-style large bed. The luxurious bed has frames on all sides, and black gauze as light as smoke hangs from the frame, tumbling in the slight wind. Let the scene inside become shadowy.

It was a tall female figure.

Even when she is sitting with her knees bent, her height is higher than that of an ordinary person standing.

She was wearing a black robe, which did not look as solemn and majestic as a god, but instead looked like a loose everyday style.

It can be seen that she did not travel in a 'godly' manner after careful preparation.

This is consistent with what Archbishop Klimt said about the 'unexpected incident'.

However, despite his huge stature, his body proportions are the same as Lan En's, and he does not become distorted or uncoordinated due to the enlargement of his stature.

On the contrary, the plump and well-shaped figure can still be seen.

There is also a long black veil on her head. The veil covers the upper half of her face, but even if only the lower half of her face is exposed, her appearance is worthy of a goddess. 'Exquisiteness of address.

But her overall black outfit made her look gloomy and sad.

This was reinforced by her expression.

It was a kind of sadness that was so sad that it was a bit dazed.

This goddess now looks like a noble lady wearing mourning clothes, staring blankly at the coffin.

A person sat on a luxurious and exquisite carriage and was taken away by the team.

Is this what the gods of this world are like?

It's a matter of 'gods', Lan En doesn't want to speculate.

It's just that the goddess on the frame seems to be in inexplicable sadness and has not yet completely indulged in her own world.

With her face covered in a black veil, she noticed Lan En's eyes as she passed by and bowed slightly towards him.

In line with the sad but noble temperament of the goddess, the etiquette is thorough.

Lan En was stunned for a moment, then bowed slightly and returned the greeting.

After that, the goddess's carriage passed by the group of people who were talking, and drove away with the sound of wheels.

Archbishop Klimt, who was talking to Fodolink, looked at the young man standing behind the old knight, but didn't say much.

"I sincerely hope that the flames can protect you, Fodolink. But I still have to remind you that if you feel that you can't hold on anymore and there is no hope, just leave voluntarily. At least don't hurt others, what do you think?"

The old knight nodded heavily.

He knew that this was the gentlest thing the Archbishop could say.

The Bai Sect has had a tradition of hunting and killing the undead since ancient times.

For this purpose, the White Sect knights have developed various professional methods to enable them to fight against immortal and crazy enemies.

Although things have developed so far, the White Sect, which has the longest history, and the Green Sect, which is relatively mild, have actually merged.

But facing an undead man who had been wandering around a human settlement, not beating him to death, bleeding him, or burying him deeply on the spot was undoubtedly special treatment.

Fodolink knew that this was due to his identity before becoming an immortal.

Paladin. It was also thanks to this previous identity that he, an immortal, could calmly come forward to talk and strike up a conversation with the Archbishop when passing by the White Sect's convoy.

"Of course, of course, I will do that."

The old knight said with difficulty. After all, it is difficult for anyone to admit that one's death is imminent.

"But I, I still want to find a way. Even if I can't get rid of the curse, it can at least give me some more time, and hopefully wait until the flames grow strong again."

"It's up to you." Archbishop Klimt seemed not to be surprised by this unwillingness to give up, and his gray beard didn't even tremble.

"As long as you remember your promise, it's up to you."

"The Immortal Settlement was originally a place to deal with the undead who came to seek relief on their own. Nowadays, there are more and more undead people, and more and more people want to come to seek relief."

"If you feel that you are in trouble, you should go as far away as possible. You are a powerful knight with a good reputation. No one in the Immortal Settlement can stop you. If there is chaos there, then..."

At the end of the sentence, the Archbishop did not finish his words, but slowly shook his head wearing a tall hat, and reached out to pat Fodolink on the shoulder.

The old knight's shoulder armor crackled as a result.

Lan En looked at his back and felt that the old knight's body had been bent a lot by these two gentle slaps.

It must be a terrifying feeling to become a wandering spirit, right?

Later, the witcher noticed that Fuldolink seemed to have seen someone in the convoy.

His body trembled, and then his words became much more urgent, as if he wanted to get away quickly.

"I understand, Archbishop. I will remember my promise."

As Fodolink said, he reached out and pointed to Lan behind him.

"This is a lost young man. I originally wanted to take him to the Undead Settlement to settle down, but now that I have encountered your convoy, can you take him to the Netherworld Church and receive your protection?"

"Of course, no problem." Archbishop Klimt agreed simply, "Even if you bear the curse of the undead, you are still a glorious and noble paladin, which makes me very happy."

He said he was very pleased, but it seemed that because this expression had become a habit, the Archbishop still looked gloomy and calm.

It makes people feel inconsistent.

Lan En didn't expect that he would be 'entrusted' as soon as he turned around. This made him, who had always taken care of others, feel like he was being cared for.

After the Archbishop agreed to Fodolink's request, he turned around and walked towards the head of the team with the two iron tower-like church knights behind him.

This is a convoy that mainly relies on walking. If Lan En wants to keep up, all he has to do is walk together.

"Follow, young man."

Fodolink also waved his hand at Lan En, turned around and wanted to leave alone.

"You also know now that I am an immortal. I don't know when I will go crazy. I will go crazy when I die, or I will go crazy when I have a mental breakdown. It's like a trap that explodes as soon as I step on it."

"Hide as far away as possible."