Dear Broom Knight

The Ice Dog King howled with glee.

‘Woof woof’ and ‘Awoo awoo’ echoed each other, but he just wouldn't speak human language.

The two Dark Moons who were trying to communicate with him and coax information out were clearly getting more and more irritated.

However, Lorry, who had needlessly cast an animal language spell out of excessive curiosity, inexplicably understood the Ice Dog King's howls after mysteriously layering a comprehend languages spell on top!

In fact, the dog answered every question.

It just answered rather vulgarly.

Relying on the fact that others couldn't understand, it threw around profanities every few words, constantly bringing up parents in its sentences.

Only an old netizen like Lorry, who had spent over a decade playing various games, could remain unscathed by this kind of verbal barrage.

Lorry sincerely felt that those who always wanted to understand cats and dogs were truly asking for trouble.

Like the two Dark Moons below, although they were annoyed, their auras were still relatively calm when looking at the Ice Dog King's large, Samoyed-like head.

If they understood him, how could they possibly be so civil?

They would have directly burned their holy power and summoned the goddess to descend and smash the dog into a meat patty!

But the puppy wasn't just cursing the Dark Moons; he also cursed the High Priest of Earth quite a bit.

Actually, his vocabulary was quite limited; it was just pure filth.

Therefore, even though Lorry had been tempered in bloody storms… when he first started playing games, the online game chat boxes were quite unrestricted, with no garbled text, no homophones, and no words that couldn't be typed out, making for a variety of expressions… but after too long of living a proper life, he found this kind of uninspired, pure profanity a bit annoying.

In the end, Lorry couldn't help but take out paper and pen, recording a few answers that occasionally surfaced from the Ice Dog King's curses.

This dog was quite unscrupulous, probably because he truly didn't think anyone here could understand him.

Hmm… Sure enough, even the Ice Dog King, who had suffered losses at Montes Castle, looked down on a low-level mage, a baron without much background.

But, similarly, he must be very confident in his source of information… confident that there were definitely no great scholars or archmages from the Dark Night and Earth Church sides following along.

Lorry pondered for a while and focused his gaze on the High Priest of Earth, Clayton.

Although he was also being cursed, when the dog cursed the Dark Moons, it was clearly a blanket attack, encompassing almost all the female followers of the Dark Night.

But when cursing the High Priest of Earth, it seemed more directed at Clayton himself.

Lorry had some understanding of this dog; even when fighting in human form, he still considered being a dog as his essence, and he would never change his language because of human gender.

In other words, he was usually in a blanket attack state.

Lorry believed that since Clayton dared to make such a promise to Alex in the name of the Earth Church, he must represent the official stance.

However, it was very possible that there were also some people within the Earth Church who were unwilling to take this orthodox path.

This kind of supporting the royal family, assisting a certain king from weathering the storm to achieving a settled situation, was almost the kingly path chosen by the vast majority of orthodox churches.

Once this choice was made, a huge price would inevitably be paid… providing people, resources, and materials were basic requirements, and there might even be a holy maiden, a 'divine incarnation,' having a drawn-out, ultimately fruitless, but definitely lingering, epic romance with the king!

The Dark Night Church's initial plan was clearly this… Once they successfully sent someone, they would only need to follow along in the battle, and the resources invested beforehand would inevitably be discounted, or rather, countless resources would be sent, but these resources would be controlled by a certain holy maiden.

It was better than giving them away to who-knows-who.

But the Earth Church had no way to do that.

The God of Earth initially established himself as a genderless deity… You could say he was male, or you could say she was female; in any case, his divine duties encompassed both.

After all, hunting and planting were both within his purview, so this situation was quite normal.

But the Earth Church was really, well, hoping for their colleagues to die.

What was even more terrifying was that because the God of Earth had more divine duties, and there was some overlap between the divine duties, the various forces of the Earth Church were so numerous that they were almost catching up to the number of countries in this world.

This was also why they were suppressed so hard by the Storm Church despite clearly possessing the powerful divine duty of hunting… When blown into the air by the storm, if the person next to him, wearing almost the same clothes but with slight differences in the patterns, was only an arm's length away, the bishops' first reaction would definitely be to kick him towards the most dangerous place.

Although, maybe, if he gave a gentle push, and the other person pulled back, the two of them could escape from the storm together, it still wouldn't change anything.

Therefore, even though Lorry realized that the Earth Church, which shouted the loudest slogans, was the one with the problem, he wasn't too surprised.

It was all standard operating procedure.

Others betting on both sides needed to be despised, but the Earth Church betting on multiple sides was called their own people being the biggest enemies.

The first target they attacked would definitely be their own bishop standing on the other side.

Lorry, in order to confirm a certain suspicion, had to grit his teeth and continue to listen carefully to the dog barks, carefully observing the Ice Dog King's combat situation.

Although he cursed the Dark Moons the most fiercely, the Ice Dog King scratched Clayton more often with his claws.

Moreover, the way he looked at Clayton was obviously not right, and he would occasionally twist the words he cursed… probably because he didn't want to curse his benefactor.

Didn't this guy possess a mortal body before?

How could his acting still be so bad!

As long as there was one person below who could understand what he was barking, it would definitely be impossible to hide who was responsible for today's events.

Lorry even faintly guessed what kind of good thing the other party had taken out to allow the Ice Dog King to recover to this extent.

The God of Earth's Acorn Tray.

The name was simple, but in essence, it was a conceptual divine artifact.

When the God of Earth could still descend upon the earth, it was a special container for holding acorns offered from all over the world, and after accompanying this deity for thousands of years, it transformed into a true divine artifact.

The acorns inside, representing the believers' most sincere love, also transformed into this deity's blessings for the world.

And the earth was life-giving, even if it was killing, it was also within his divine authority.

But this was, after all, derived from his love for his believers, so basically every acorn prayed for… believers could seek help from the main temple of the God of Earth with the most pious heart when they encountered danger.

And this Acorn Tray was placed on the offering table in front of the statue.

The God of Earth was different from other deities in that he did not have a specific image, so the face of the statue was always unclear.

Even the clothes worn were just the simplest brown robe dragging on the ground, covered with various flowers, plants, trees, insects, and animals.

Even in the main temple, the face of this God of Earth was still covered by a cloud of mist… It was said that the most devout believers could see through this cloud of mist, but so far, no one had claimed to have seen it.

But the reason why only the statue here in the main temple could be seen through was because the God of Earth here was sitting on a throne behind the table.

Therefore, there was also a rumor that everything on the offering table in the main temple was actually a divine artifact.

And the most powerful was the throne that the God of Earth's statue was sitting on.

However, Lorry vaguely saw another saying in the ancient documents of the Northern Kingdom: The most terrifying thing in the main temple of the God of Earth was that statue.

Those books were clearly implying that the reason why the statue was in a sitting position was because it was originally the God of Earth's earthly body.

The statue of the God of Earth, a long time ago, was actually standing there, but that time it left too suddenly, so it was in a sitting posture… In other words, there was still a lot of divine power of the earth left on this statue.

After all, the God of Earth was unable to take back that part of his power in a hurry at that time.

This was also why the acorns that jumped out of the Acorn Tray had such a particularly obvious effect; except for not being able to bring the dead back to life, there was basically no disease that this thing couldn't cure.

The Ice Dog King probably recovered after eating the acorn.

Lorry didn't know what to say.

How sharp was the Ice Dog King's brain to dare to swallow the divine power of another deity, and a true god at that…

Or were those Earth believers who dared to send out the good things of their own main god, which they had finally managed to get their hands on, in order to oppose the faction currently in power, Clayton's faction, purely sick?

In this day and age, fools, no, lunatics, could actually be so terrifyingly numerous… and they all gathered in the Icefield Kingdom.

Lorry peeked out again; although the outer sandstone of the Great Cliff had fallen off a lot, the main body was still quite solid.

Originally, he had always felt that this cliff, which was almost ninety degrees, should be enough to block the cold wind blowing from the ice field.

But, who knew if stupidity was contagious?

Should he also rebuild the barracks of Marl and Komlan into something like Green Maple Valley?

Lorry was truly wavering this time; sometimes, having walls outside the walls was still quite necessary.