Dear Broom Knight

Pearl turned her head back and forth in surprise.

They had clearly walked a long way, but beyond the shattered fragments around them was the assembly hall of the Storm Church.

This was the place where bishops preached doctrine to ordinary believers and provided simple communion...two small pieces of bread and a small cup of water.

Anyone who had no ill will towards the Lord of Storms and was willing to show respect to this god could participate.

Although the living environment in this world was harsh, it was not that difficult to get enough to eat... After all, even the most brain-dead lord would not explicitly prohibit his people from planting food crops in their yards.

Moreover, most food crops had been improved by the Earth Church.

Although the wheat and rice that everyone loved to eat had not yet reached the point where people could eat their fill, some giant melons and vegetables were enough to plant one or two, which could definitely fill the bellies of the common people.

Of course, gigantism sacrificed the taste of the food itself. For example, pumpkins were no longer sweet, and might even turn bitter if you weren't careful.

People who grew up eating only these grains were certainly in poor physical condition.

But this thing had been transformed by the church into a perennial plant, and the price of seeds was only ten copper coins each, and there was almost no phenomenon that it would not grow, unless it was watered with boiling water or ice water.

People in the Northern Territory didn't eat this much, mainly because this thing couldn't survive the long winter here.

Anyway, in the Northern Territory, there was no need to worry about not having enough land to cultivate, and everyone still liked to plant some food for people to eat.

Generally speaking, even if the lords did bad things, they would work the people to death, not starve them to death.

After all, if the common people really suddenly encountered an irresistible crisis, they could go to the churches of the gods to pray for communion.

Even going to a small church presided over by a small pastor would not be rejected, let alone rejected because of different beliefs.

Besides, the bread was so unpalatable that people would rather eat pumpkin every day.

Speaking of which, this was still advocated by the Lord of the High Tower who had not yet gone astray!

He believed that only relief food that was so unpalatable that people would only eat it when they couldn't survive could truly save these poor people.

The gods also recognized his statement... After all, even gods could not easily create real food that could satisfy hundreds of thousands of people.

The two world crises in a row made the gods more and more agree with this.

Therefore, even if too many unexpected events later caused most churches to divide the hall into a front hall for relief and advocacy of doctrine, and a back hall that only true believers would go to, this unpalatable communion has been preserved.

It's just that the back hall will provide better food for its own believers... This is to give believers a sense of sharing in an era of abundance, rather than just filling them up.

The main reason why the Northern Territory doesn't pay so much attention to churches is that ordinary people can't grow plants in the long winter, so they must store enough food to survive the winter before winter comes.

That already requires exhausting all their strength, so how can they have time to go to church to watch the fun.

People are also unlikely to go to church to pray for those two small pieces of bread on snowy days when they can't even see the road.

The people who really enter the Storm Church are basically devout believers who have requests from the church.

But a proper church will still traditionally be divided into two halls, front and back... even if the front hall only has the function of receiving messengers in the end.

"No wonder they dare to create this thing in the Storm Church."

Looking at the front hall revealed after the layers of scarlet paper scraps were peeled away, Pearl smiled helplessly, "High Priest Schroeder is really..."

Generally speaking, although there would definitely not be a statue of the Lord of Storms in the front hall, there would at least be his representative.

For example, a sculpture of a wind vortex hanging with lightning, or murals all over the wall related to storms.

But here, perhaps because High Priest Schroeder wanted to lure enemies into the ravine, it was no different from the reception hall of a noble.

The finely carved murals could be considered magnificent and exquisite, but they did not have any additional storm divine power.

The group of enemies in front should have dared to play illusions in the main hall of the Lord of Storms' church because of this.

Almes, who was slowly retracting the silk threads into his bracelet, turned his head and glanced: "The respected Lord of Storms actually agreed to High Priest Schroeder's application?"

Toronto looked back at him expressionlessly: "What's the problem?"

Almes took a deep breath and gave the archmage, who had an unkind tone, a gentle smile.

Lori Montes definitely knew everything.

However, he could only figure it out himself.

This is not only because he is smart enough to know that he will be even worse if he chooses the wrong one, or because he is sufficiently wary of evil gods.

The fact that he can do those things proves that he doesn't have it.

How many smart people will deceive themselves because of that little bit of unwillingness!

What is truly surprising is the Lord of Storms, who has fully accepted and carried forward it.

For example, the illusion in the front hall.

He definitely has the ability to directly disperse it the moment the illusion appears.

But the Lord of Storms did nothing.

The reaction of the gods was so indifferent that it was unbelievable... All the gods were watching the firelight that went towards the Goddess of the Night, and only the Lord of Knowledge offered his unique artifact because of the past.

But it's just an artifact.

Then, there was nothing.

The Goddess of the Night also behaved as if she was really dead.

What is it all for!

Damn it, it's obviously almost the end, why hasn't he seen through these mists?

How did he choose... Oh... It seems to be because this place may suppress his soul strength and the constant dispersion of, um, some nostalgia and summoning of past times?

Fate told him that this place was suitable.

But isn't it because Fate thinks this place is better because it will be cut off from the entire multiverse, but... the gods here are all able to endure and hide, and each is a riddler stronger than him? —

"Young Master Al, Miss Pearl!"

As the debris around the front hall peeled away to the bottom, several knights with embarrassed bodies also appeared behind them, calling out to their young master with great excitement.

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Almes, who was interrupted from his contemplation, looked at their tattered armor and sweaty faces, and didn't know what to say for a while.

Pearl, after observing their location, said: "You have been standing still?"

Isn't that next to the entrance!

"We moved, Miss Pearl."

A level 12 knight in his thirties replied, "Moreover, we have been running and dodging.

However, it is estimated that it is only a movement in the senses, and in fact, we have been standing still."

Pearl then realized that her brother Almes was already very strong.

And she was the one holding him back.

Pearl was not so stupid as to not understand why Almes, who was quite familiar with this illusion, did not go to find these lost subordinates, but instead tried to break the formation first.

Logically speaking, this approach is indeed better, but sometimes, it cannot be logical.

For example, when it comes to life.

Ezra always taught her brothers and sisters... It is a good thing to complete the goal as quickly as possible, but it must not be at the expense of the people who follow you.

It is not necessary for everyone to get satisfactory results, nor is it completely impossible to have sacrifices, but, absolutely not just for the sake of being faster and better.

Such people are not worthy of being his children of Ezra.

But Almes still chose to go straight to the result this time... obviously for her.

The level 12 knight in front of him is much stronger than Pearl in combat power, but he is still so embarrassed... If it were her, she probably wouldn't be able to last too long here.

"Sorry, brother."

Pearl said softly, "I shouldn't have insisted on coming."

"It's okay."

Almes gently touched her head, "I agreed to it myself!

Moreover, Pearl, if I didn't have enough confidence, I certainly wouldn't have chosen this approach.

Actually, they could have chased after Casimir, but... something unexpected happened, right?"

The knight nodded neatly: "After we joined together, we planned to follow the information left by Young Master Al.

But we were ambushed."

"Do you know who it is?"

A faint storm of thunder flashed across Almes' seemingly calm face, "He actually didn't leave you behind even when you joined forces."

"Although he concealed his figure, I... suspect it is Baron Watson."

The knight replied solemnly, "Moreover, his strength is stronger than that of a common level 16 knight."

"His strength has only become stronger? Is there anything else?

Then, how does his strength compare to Casimir's?"

The burly man standing at the front, who was leisurely opening his armor box, looked over curiously.

"It's still much worse."

The knight nodded to Casimir.

"Then it doesn't matter."

Almes waved his hand, "No wonder you guys can withstand it when you join forces."

Although these are all Ezra's subordinates, Casimir, who has been with his father for so many years, usually trains against them.

If Watson strengthened other attributes, he might be able to cause some damage to these knights, but strength... People who are used to being hit by mountains, how can they fear a rock!

It's really strange, a person who has felt the power of the Lord of Storms, but chooses the attribute of strength when he has the opportunity?

Whose path does he want to take?

Almes quickly remembered which family was known for its brute force.

Montes.

The original Lord of the Northern Territory, Watson's former benefactor.