Crimson Servant

"Lucien."

The illusionist turned his head when he heard his name.

Dalia was standing in front of him.

They had left the city of the mind flayers and were following the vague guidance of the warlock. The little priest who had something to ask for noticed that the illusionist was absent-minded. Following the direction of his deviation, Dalia found that Lucien was looking at the direction where the female dark elf fled.

"Are you still worried about Francis's relatives?"

Lucien shook his head with his signature fake smile on his face.

"What do you want to talk to me about? Dalia."

The illusionist did not answer directly.

Dalia swallowed her thoughts and asked the illusionist earnestly: "Lucien, in the last battle, I found that I was not good at casting spells. My magic was not effective. Both blessing and healing were shorter than I thought. This is because I am not good at it, but there is a more important reason. I haven't prayed for a long time. Snow's patron saint must be angry at my contempt. Can I ask you for a way to please the faith? I heard from Francis that you are an excellent believer in the true God."

Lucien looked up at the two people in front of the team. Francis and John became a little depressed after realizing the identity of the dark elves, and they looked worried. Maybe Dalia came to ask for advice because she couldn't stand this atmosphere. However, does this little girl really think it's okay to ask a mist shadow believer for advice?

No matter what the result is, it will be very interesting.

"No matter who you believe in, it is never wrong to add praise to Him in your prayers. Most priests do the same. While praising God, they express their practice and adherence to dogma. The latter is as much an act of pleasing God as the former."

"However, the most important point is the understanding of faith."

"Do you understand your faith? Do you understand what He really needs you to do?"

Dalia lowered her head in thought. When she raised her head, Lucien saw an apologetic face.

"I think you are right, Lucien. I don't know the guardian of the snow. I don't know His image or His real name. There is only a book in the family. He has been protecting my people since the Snow family came to the snow. His oracle is to let us take care of the snow for generations, fulfill the family's responsibilities, obey the elders, and love the people."

It sounds like a weak god who improves his status by creating a sense of mystery. Lucien thought so, and Ms. Wuying, who did not care about her own faith at all, was also an expert in fraud.

However, even so, Dalia knew too little about faith. This kind of unsteady belief usually cannot form divine magic. There must be something that she overlooked that maintained her connection with faith.

The illusionist shrugged and did not comment on the status of other gods' priests. Priests with bizarre behavior are not uncommon. Shar believers will block their memories, and Loweta and Ilmat believers have a different pursuit of pain and suffering. What's more, few people think he is a priest, although this is also in line with the doctrine.

In Lucien's sight glanced back again, looking at a place blocked by rocks. He smiled triumphantly, and this smile seemed very cunning in Dalia's heart.

"If you still have doubts about your faith, you might as well listen to me."

"Regarding the Mist Shadow believers, I can hardly guarantee that this will have any positive effect on you, but it will be very interesting."

Without waiting for Dalia's answer, In Lucien began to talk to himself.

"The teachings of the Mist Shadow are to hide the truth and find what you want from false illusions. We can pursue money, enjoyment, or some special emotions. Creating reality from illusions is what we have always been passionate about."

"And one of the actions is the most respected and glorious religious activity for the Mist Shadow believers. This activity demonstrates the outstanding wisdom and skill of an illusionist, and makes great efforts to please the goddess. Only the most profound illusionists can bear this honor."

"This activity is to play Leila."

Lucian's eyes narrowed into a slit, while Dalia's eyes widened.

"In the name of God, cast an illusion to fake the miracle of God's descent and play the role of Ms. Mist Shadow. This is the honor most respected by the Mist Shadow believers."

Dalia began to stutter, and she felt that her tongue was frozen and uncontrollable. Compared with the fear of the Crimson Warlock, the trembling she felt at this time was not because of some unknown danger. This was a known crime, so when she heard it, the panic in her heart was even more profound.

Pretending to be a god? ! It was not like ordinary priests who shouted "for a certain god" before taking action, nor did they rely on some kind of power and authority of gods, but they completely used mortal bodies and deceptions to make others believe that they were gods.

It was undoubtedly an offense, and common sense could confirm that the gods above would not be willing to let mortals impersonate themselves.

Except for Lady Mist Shadow, Dalia looked at Inlucien's serious eyes and confirmed this.

Leila allowed them, no, she was happy for them to play themselves.

"This is a game..."

Inlucien said proudly: "We play Leila, and Leila can also play us."

"We are all illusions, we are all Mist Shadow."

“The first to be exposed is the loser.”

…

Boban Thornbeard's tentacles tightened on his kiss, and the mind flayer's eyes were fixed on the man in red robes in front of him. His fearful eyes lightly glanced at the red ice shards around Selik and the various people behind him. Various icemen, myconids, goblins, and some four-legged canine creatures whose shapes have been destroyed and whose prototypes cannot be seen. This is an army of monsters.

The Mind Flayer didn't want to negotiate with the dangerous person in front of him. He had always resisted the task of communicating with this red ice monster before. But now, he had to do it. There was no liaison in front of him. The main leader of the mind flayers had died in front of the scourge that was causing havoc in his city.

Boban now leads the remnants of the Mind Flayers, and the monster he once loathed now becomes his only hope for revenge. He knew very well that the man in red robes in front of him was far more dangerous than the bane. He was an expert in dealing with crimson spells.

Selik Snow was also surprised by this meeting. This place had long exceeded the patrol range of the mind flayers. He realized that the favored one sensed by Red Ice had led to the defeat of these mind flayers.

It was really surprising. Based on his understanding of the fanatic followers of Wiltis, these deserters should not be intact. The Crimson Beloved are mentally deficient, and the mind flayer's psychic powers can amplify their madness and cause even greater disasters.

Selik didn't care about the destruction. What he cared about was that once the Crimson Beloved lost their rare sanity, they would become a slightly more difficult beast to deal with, which would be beneficial to dealing with them.

That's how it should be.

Selik's frost-covered eyelids closed a little, and his hoarse throat said to the mind flayer in a commanding tone: "Tell me the details, more details about the power of the favored one."

Selik's oppression caused Boban to start telling what happened in the Mind Flayer's city, and fear made the Mind Flayer unaware of the superior-subordinate relationship between the two. If he had been more astute, he could have seen the fate of his team from this attitude.

"A Crimson Favorite with the psychic ability to suppress the mind flayer is really special."

Selik's smile made the corners of his mouth crack slightly. Despite his ferocious appearance, Boban still saw happy emotions on the face of the man in red. He knew that the other person had an idea, and his hostility towards John Camp made him feel that he needed to add fuel to the fire.

"We have a deal," Boban Thornbeard said in his wet Common. "We'll spare the Snows, and you'll have to deal with him."

Selik opened his eyes, his smile did not shrink, it became brighter and more dangerous, and the frozen skin on his face cracked inch by inch.

"Yes Yes……"

The red ice heard his repeated mantra-like voice and began to grow.

"We can't let others find out about this."

"Secrets of the Snow Family."