Duke of Grief

A heavy book spread out on Cervantes' thighs, and the passing merchants and priests of the Fortune Church inevitably turned around and glanced a few more times as he passed by.

They never seem to have seen such a quiet Lord Lord. In their impressions, this Black Dragon Duke has always been quite haunted, and seems to be full of inexhaustible energy, as long as the sky is not completely dark, Their Lord Lord did not leave Wind City, maybe they could see him in any corner of the city.

It would be too difficult to see a quiet Lord Lord.

Sometimes it's just a turn around, or just saying a word with the people around you, and then looking at it, the boss who just stood there disappeared and disappeared, nowhere to be found.

Like today, sitting in a chair and reading a book quietly has never seen it before, so I feel very new.

And they were also curious. Why didn’t their lord adults go to the relatively quiet library to read books, but came to the bustling and vocal temple of wealth?

Cervantes didn't answer people's doubts, and others did not dare to inquire.

In this Principality, there are not many people with the status of this lord. Perhaps the Pope and the head of the Knights are qualified to ask, but they all know why Cervantes is sitting here, naturally they will not go. Do it all.

Even in this bustling temple of wealth, there seems to be another world around Cervantes.

He tilted one leg, thick books were placed on his thighs, his left hand gently held the cover on the other side, and his right hand turned the pages from time to time, his eyes condensed on the books in front of him, completely unaffected by the surrounding environment.

Because of this, he showed a strange attraction that made people unable to stop and wait and see.

"Hey, what happened?"

A businessman who was doing business saw the female priest next to him staring blankly at it, and couldn't help but ask the person next to him.

"I don't know..." The clergyman next to me was also a little puzzled. "Since this morning, Lord Lord has been sitting there for a whole morning, and besides turning the page occasionally, it has hardly moved. "

The businessman glanced at the priest for a few moments, and he was curious about scratching his heart, but if he dared to ask "what happened to Ms. Fortune", there was no doubt, and then he would be All the people in this hall attacked.

After doing all the work well, before leaving the Temple of Wealth, the businessman looked back at the statue of the goddess facing the gate.

The goddess of wealth on the idol gently pursed the corner of her mouth, her eyes soft, as if paying attention to all the businessmen in the world, her hands were gently raised, and a balance was held in one hand, and the gold coins poured down from the other hand and fell on her feet. On the round dish.

I don’t know if it’s his illusion. In the past, the dazzling gold idol seems to have a little bleak today.

The fat businessman suddenly shivered, turned his head hurriedly, stepped down the stairs in anxious steps, boarded a public carriage, and let the driver drive the carriage to the hotel where he lived.

At this time, Cervantes also looked up at the pure gold idol.

The divine image of the **** has become dim, as if the pearl was dusty, and the image of the **** who lost his divine blessing will become like this, but now, no one in this temple has yet known about it.

Everyone is so busy, coming and going, rubbing their shoulders, even the image of the **** they believe in becomes dim, they have no time to glance.

But this is not a big deal. It should be that Latinija started to divest the ‘Internet’ priesthood.

She is the "Goddess of Wealth and Trade", and will become the "Goddess of Trade and Wealth" in the future. No matter what you do, it is impossible to be related to the "Internet". There is no earth here, and there is no "God of Online Shopping". thing.

After looking at the idol for a while, Cervantes smiled, looked down again, and continued to read the book.

Not far away, the maid lowered her head in the topmost level of the Master Tower. Like the Black Dragon, she felt something, but just like the Black Dragon, she was unimpressed.

Even if there is no such thing, she and Black Dragon have to be quiet for some time recently.

Among her and Cervantes' souls, there is a'brilliance' that is being conceived.

This feeling used to be very vague, but as time went on, the feeling became more obvious.

Serena looked down at the book. In order to deal with possible accidents, she had to stay here until Joanna integrated the ‘Internet’ priesthood into herself.

There is a saying in this multiverse, if a mage is in his mage tower, then even the gods can't take away their lives.

When creating the mage tower, the mage will incorporate his own efforts into it, and after completion, it will update the runes and protection every time. The power that the mage can mobilize in the mage tower is unimaginable. .

First of all, if you can build your own mage tower, then you must be an ‘extraordinary’ mage. Second, the mage tower must be connected to the ground, or have at least one element pool.

Even if it is not an extraordinary master, ordinary masters can cast spells out of the ‘magic web’ in the Master Tower—as long as they are recognized by the Master Tower Master.

After lunch, I took a few sips at random, and took a short nap to let myself maintain enough energy. The maid kept sitting in front of the control center.

From morning to afternoon, the afterglow of the setting sun spattered in the dimly lit room, and the rest of the sky reflected Serena's face.

Cervantes sat quietly for a whole day, starting when there were few people in the morning, until the crowd had basically dispersed.

The darkness in the evening gradually enveloped the street, and was dispelled by the illuminated street lamp. The temple of wealth that had been powered on was so brilliant and bright.

The priests gathered and whispered to each other, hesitating whether to go over and ask what was going on and whether something had happened, otherwise how would the Black Dragon Duke sit from early in the morning to now?

And not only for lunch, maybe even for dinner!

Cervantes suddenly closed the book and shocked the priesthood who had focused on him.

He closed his eyes, stretched a long lazy waist, and then stood up from the seat.

"Finally finished reading..."

The priests heard him mutter, and then saw him slowly open his eyes and looked out of the temple gate.

Then, Cervantes smiled, leaving the priests stunned.

"Help me keep this book, I borrowed it from the library, and I will take it back tomorrow!" He turned to the priests and said with a gentle smile to the priests. When we were still stunned, we had walked out of the temple and had not taken the heavy book.

What is he doing?

The priests suddenly felt a little distressed, and what does it mean to "keep it safe"? Do you want to fight? In this Wind City?

Serena in the Master Tower slightly raised her eyes~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Helplessly sighed, her right hand made a gesture in front of the crystal ball.

The mage still active in the mage tower suddenly stopped and worked, and looked at the corner of the room or corridor in surprise. Ziegler, who was sitting in the library, also looked at the ceiling with some doubt.

The lights that should have been extinguished suddenly turned on, and then gradually climbed upwards. Starting from the bottom, the lights of the entire Master Tower quickly turned on, and four distinct runes were constructed on the transparent glass.

Under the lights of the city that never sleeps, the sky tonight is sparse, and the breeze is warm.

Cervantes put his hands in his pockets and looked up. His eyes pierced the cloudless night sky and saw a pair of eyes staring at Wind City.

"Still coming..."

He chuckled, and his wings spread wide behind him. After a while, he jumped into the sky! ()

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