Bright Era

Nowadays, the new Dunelker Harbor is very dysfunctional, and there are not even many fishing boats going out to sea.

On the huge sea, there are only a few small-scale fishing boats with white sails, struggling lazily in the North Sea where small ice blocks are already floating. The fishermen on the boat are simply gray-haired old people or women and children.

In the New Dunelker Harbor, the former bustling workers and sailors on the wharf have almost disappeared. Only some old people are weakly guarding the trestle bridge, staring dullly at the inconspicuous white sails on the distant sea.

In the streets and alleys of the city, the soldiers responsible for daily security patrols are also elderly people over the age of 60. It is extremely rare that a few young and middle-aged soldiers stand outside the gates of several important administrative departments with a worried expression. The pedestrians who come and go are mostly elderly, women and children, and young adults are rarely seen.

Arthur evacuated almost all the young people from the five major provinces under his control, and forcibly enlisted in the army and expedition to the northeast highlands. The result was that the five major provinces under his control became lifeless in just a few days, and the private economy was completely In a state of paralysis. As long as this state lasts for three months, the social structure of the five northern provinces of the Gaul Empire is likely to collapse directly.

In such a bleak and depressed state, in a small manor on the outskirts of New Dunelker, nearly a hundred brave and vigorous dead men are hiding in all directions, keenly watching all the surrounding movement. Hundreds of sturdy warriors were hidden in the secret passages and secret rooms extending in all directions underground. They quietly practiced fighting spirit in the stone chamber without making any sound.

In a place three hundred meters deep underground, Mr. Mo was lying weakly on a stone couch, his face was thin, he frowned and looked at the ceiling of the secret room made of magical metals such as mithril and fine gold—obviously A complex magic circle is carved on the ceiling made by dwarf craftsmanship, and it is a multi-dimensional nested magic circle that only master-level masters can master.

These magic arrays can effectively isolate the atmosphere in the stone room, prevent outsiders' mental power scans, and can best preserve the secrets here. And the secret room where Mr. Mo is located is not small, and the length and width are all ten meters away. Only the magic metal and various magic crystals needed for this secret room need to spend a lot of wealth to do it.

With a light cough, Mr. Mo took a deep breath.

His eyes flickered, and at the same time there was a wave of suspicion and worry. He was personally captured by the three Yuanzongs of the church, and one of the Yuanzongs also reported his name-God Lawrence I. This old guy has a great reputation in the history of the Western Continent. He is one of the eighteen popes of the mythical age in church legends.

Being taken away by such a 10,000-year-old monster, Mr. Mo was doomed to misfortune in his heart, but when he was sober, he was clearly out of the grasp of the church. Mr. Mo was surprised that who had the power to take him away from the hands of God Lawrence I?

"Even if it's a devil!" Mr. Mo murmured: "As long as I can get away safely, I can continue to take care of Etrez... Then, even if it is a demon, why can't I cooperate with them?"

With a calm smile on his face, Mr. Mo sniffed gently. The people in the church used some small tricks on him, which caused him a lot of suffering, but when he woke up, he had a strange aftertaste of medicine remaining in his mouth, and his body had a wonderful ointment aroma.

Among those who rescued him, there must be an extremely skilled pharmacist, and perhaps even a little bit better than Mr. Mo in pharmacy? Mr. Mo clicked his mouth and secretly judged the identity of this person.

After all, as one of the heirs of the Eight Scriptures of the Enlightenment of the Gods, Mr. Mo's accomplishments in pharmacy are unimaginable for ordinary people. And the healing medicament formulated by this person can make Mr. Mo consciously inferior. Obviously, the origin of this person is not simple.

"Could it be the fellow of the Enlightenment of the Gods?" Mr. Mo frowned. If it is a fellow of the Enlightenment of the Gods, it is not a good thing. Mr. Mo would rather cooperate with the demons in the abyss world than be involved with the group of people enlightened by the gods.

After all, there are examples of demons who have successfully sought refuge in the church. As long as their souls and bodies can accept the baptism of divine power, the church doesn’t mind that there are a few demons who “reform the evil” and “turn away from the dark” as eagle dogs. Show the greatness of the gods!

However, the doctrine of Enlightenment of the Gods is completely hitting the church's death hole. The members of Enlightenment of the Gods are heretics who are absolutely impossible to be forgiven by the church. Therefore, Mr. Mo would rather cooperate with the devil, and he would never have any relationship with these fellows—even if all his power comes from the enlightenment of the gods, but Mr. Mo still instinctively hates and guards against these **** guys.

"Who is it? Who can it be?" Mr. Mo frowned.

"The wizards and priests of the Temple of Odin? No, their potions are derived from the power of flesh and soul. This kind of potion full of natural breath is completely different from them."

"Those arch druids of the almost extinct Druid sect? No, these guys are now mostly sheltered by the elves. They rarely enter the Western Continent. Even if a few druids occasionally appear, they I dare not attack the church."

"So, who would it be?"

Just as Mr. Mo was talking to himself in a low voice, the door suddenly opened.

Restored to his original face, wearing a set of low-key, conservative old-fashioned clothes, even the little chain on his chest was exactly the same as the black beard of the year, Lin Qi took Etrice's little hand and walked in slowly.

Mr. Mo turned his head to look at Etrace with difficulty. He showed a bright smile: "Etress, my daughter, are you okay?"

There was a red grape juice hanging from the corner of Etreis’s mouth. Before Lin Qi took care of Berrily’s affairs and took the time to come to New Dunkere, Etreis was working with a few'enthusiastic' and'loving' people. Under the care of Uncle Dragoon, he ate fresh grape juice and various exquisite snacks.

Even if she has lost the feelings that a normal girl should have, Etrice’s soul still stays at her appearance age. The wonderful snacks always attract her attention, so she is completely immersed in the delicious snacks brought to her. In her joy, she even forgot the existence of Mr. Mo.

But after Lin Qi arrived, Etrice's performance was strange.

She looked at Lin Qi with weird eyes, and as Lin Qi kept getting closer to her, Etrice's performance became even more strange. In the end, when Lin Qi took her little hand and brought her to see Mr. Mo, Etrice did not resist at all, but cleverly followed him in.

When I heard Mr. Mo's words, Etrace didn't say a word. She raised her head and looked at Lin Qi. That gesture didn't need to explain at all, it already showed her current situation-making Mr. Mo almost crazy and almost violent murder: Without Lin Qi's permission, even Etrace would not answer her father's cordial greetings!

Etreis's eyes widened, her clear but dazed eyes stared at Lin Qi dumbly. She behaved like a well-behaved puppy, waiting for her master's order. Without Lin Qi's permission, although she had heard Mr. Mo's question, she would not have any response to Mr. Mo's words.

"You! Yes! Etreis! What did you do!"

Mr. Mo screamed hoarsely, the corner of his eyes suddenly cracked, and a string of blood sprayed up to a foot high.

Lin Qi took Etrice's little hand and walked slowly to Mr. Mo's side. He quietly looked down at Mr. Mo, who was lying on the stone couch, unable to move, and then sighed softly: "The church people are very ruthless. You can still speak. This is really lucky!"

Shrugging his shoulders, Lin Qi patted Etreis’s little head: “Of course, this also has the effects of my potion. The healing potions I prepared should be effective? Look, see, as your savior, What can I do to your most precious daughter?"

Mr. Mo closed his mouth, and squinted at Lin Qi.

This pure oriental face, the long hair that spreads over the shoulders, the tall and majestic body, there is a noble and mysterious temperament in its fortitude, it is like a night star, and it seems to hide countless secrets, making people The eyes that dare not face.

Mr. Mo dared to swear that he had never seen this oriental man before him in his life. But his instinct, his soul was ranting frantically, he had seen this person, and had a very, very complicated relationship with this person.

Opened his mouth blankly, Mr. Mo murmured: "I have rarely dealt with Orientals in my life. Of course, you can't be my wife's acquaintance. Although my wife is from the East, her family It was destroyed a long time ago, and after her death, her family will no longer have any descendants."

Lin Qi smiled and looked at Mr. Mo: "So, think about it? Think about it carefully?"

"Look back at your past years and dig out your deepest and most worrying memory. In your long life, there may be some people who have been friends with but missed them? Think about it, maybe in your long life. Inadvertently, in the corner of memory that you think is rubbish, there will be such a humble little person as me... a trace?"

Mr. Mo opened his mouth wide, and then he let out a sigh from the depths of his soul.

"Can the clergy of the Black Abyss Divine Prison also be bought?"

"Those **** mad believers will secretly release heretics out of the black abyss for gold coins?"

"It really makes me unbelievable, dear Lin Qi, Xiao Lin Qi, after so many years, I can actually see you in life?"

"Yeah, I always thought I was dreaming!"

Lin Qi showed a bright smile, then slammed an elbow on Mr. Mo's chest.

The ribs in his chest were all broken, and Mr. Mo sprayed out blood and was three meters high.

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