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The next morning.

The sparrows on the branches chirped, and the sun shone lazily through the window, illuminating the three people in the room who were slumped like corpses: the big man with the bald head hanging upside down on the hammock, the man with the bald head hanging upside down on the hammock, and the man with his limbs spread out on his back on the carpet in a figure-eight shape. Rhett, and Oakes, who pouted his chin against the tub.

The three big men snored one after another in the room, and the smell of alcohol was spitting out of their mouths from time to time.

"Boom!" The room suddenly exploded with a loud noise, and the three drunkards were shaken. Under their instinct, they instantly tightened their bodies and pulled out their swords vigilantly.

The next moment, a radiant portal opened in front of them, the portal kept beating and whirring like a wind eye, and then a person tiptoed out of it.

"Little devil, you disappoint me too much!" The cold voice made the body of the sudden intruder stiff. "The so-called important personal affairs are to be happy with the sorceress, tsk tsk."

Oaks looked lively and gloated.

"Everyone, things are not what you think." The witcher explained calmly, "I and Coral were just talking about some official business."

A woman's dissatisfied humming suddenly came from the crack of the door, and the portal was instantly annihilated.

"The old woman Rita Ned!" The blue veins on Leto's face were abrupt. "She shouldn't have been asked to host the Green Grass Trial in the first place!"

"Little devil, you can't understand my good intentions? Are you able to provoke a sorceress?"

Roy shook his head and sighed, why didn't he believe him. He and Shan Shan were just riding on Golfing's back, chatting about the future of the night, and then dancing.

"Why did you attack my little brother!?" Oaks on the other side muttered to himself with a distressed face, "Why didn't she choose me, there is some conspiracy to attack me!"

"Come on, everyone..." Serret cleared his throat, breaking the awkward atmosphere, "What are you doing in a sparring meeting? What right do you have to accuse Roy, don't forget to play at the Night Queen's house last night... The madness of..." He swept Ox's neck meaningfully, where the two lip prints were clearly visible.

Criticism is temporarily suspended.

At this time, Golphin Black Cat suddenly got out of his hood, his black eyes rolled, and then he climbed to the top of Roy's head, meowing "meow" non-stop.

from afar,

The witcher seemed to have a large frog on his head. He hesitated and said, "Golfin didn't eat last night, I have to prepare him breakfast."

"This is the end of the matter! Don't worry about the sorceress, waitress." Leto's face was still ugly, but he was no longer obsessed with this topic. "Now that everyone is awake, let's get back to business."

Roy breathed a sigh of relief.

The witcher quickly woke up from the hangover with his strong physique, and began to discuss the casting of the flying lion monster's equipment, which soon came to fruition.

Belengar and Lesso were in charge of the blacksmith's lease and the research on blueprints, while the Serret brothers received the last three hundred crowns from the "Treasurer" to undertake the task of collecting casting materials.

The materials required for the Hackland-style four-piece equipment are more demanding and demanding than the previous Snake-style double swords. Inexpensive ones include basic steel plates, iron blocks, and then expensive dragon leather, anti-magic metal plates, opalite, and so on.

The dragon leather here does not refer to the skin of the real dragon, but the leather that has been pulled from the sub-saurus such as pterosaurs, fork-tailed dragons, and petrified lizards.

Even so, it is extremely rare and expensive, and it has been out of stock in most leather merchants. The Serret brothers can only try their luck at the market and auction. If it is impossible, I am afraid they have to hunt and kill one by themselves.

Most of the materials are available, albeit at a high cost.

Roy did not participate in the casting task for the time being. He washed off the mark on his body and went to the temple area square to prepare for Princess Yada's help.

It was the time for the early morning mass of the Virtue Church, but the huge square was different from the past. The scene of the crowds of people praying devoutly no longer existed. The sparse citizens wandered around in a daze, as if they had lost their backbone. There were still a dozen or so believers wandering in the square. In the center, where the statue of the goddess in the lake was originally placed.

The statue was removed at some point.

A group of unfamiliar white rose knights gathered nearby. Instead of giving porridge and vegetables as in the past, they drove away believers who were unwilling to leave. Some people were crying and screaming, and then they were directly carried away by the indifferent knights.

More people chose to give up, leave, or turn to the arms of Prophet Rebioda on the other side. After all, after two or three months of prayer, their belief in the Lake Girl is not very firm.

There was no sign of Yada, the high priest of the church, in the square, but there were three warlocks, two women, one man, and three warlocks among the knights.

"Fekat?" This male warlock from Cidaris was well-dressed, with a thin body and a delicate beard on his upper lip. He looked arrogant and looked like the leader of a patrol in the Cavaliers.

The witcher hid in the shadows in the alley, and looked secretly,

As for the two sorceresses, the open-chested floral dresses reveal their beautiful figures, the beautiful scenery of half their breasts, and their respective talismans: one wears a silver Anka (a kind of cross) inlaid with hazel on his chest, He was petite, with long light blonde hair casually draped over his shoulders, and his forked skirt revealed a large piece of skin as he walked.

The witcher recognized her at a glance, Kyra Metz from Carriath.

Women from good families tend to tie their hair in a proper manner, but many witches like to be mavericks and not tie their hair.

So, if you see a mature and beautiful woman walking down the street with long hair in a shawl, she is probably a sorceress.

Triss Merigold is another example, her long chestnut shaggy hair is pinned behind her head with an orange hairpin, her eyes are light blue, the bridge of her nose is slightly curved, and her cheeks have freckles. , There is a beauty mole on the corner of the mouth, which looks playful and sexy.

Her temperament and expression were a bit like a young girl who had not yet experienced the world. She walked lightly and wore a pure smile. It seemed that she had stayed in Eritusari in the high-wall compound for too long. She was indeed the youngest of the three, less than forty years old.

On her chest hangs her own sapphire-encrusted amulet.

While walking, she occasionally turned her head, smiled, and looked at everything around her with interest.

...

"His Majesty the King has already started."

The witcher withdrew his gaze and left the square, but felt a strange attention from a thin boy in a linen coat, who walked over and stuffed a small note, "There is an adult looking for you. "

The little boy timidly avoided Roy's eyes, the beast-like pupils frightened him.

Roy dismissed him with a copper.

After looking at the note, the witcher turned around and rushed to the trade area, walking through the more spacious and luxurious houses in the trade area, and came to a tall building, where the white rose knight in armor was guarding , are familiar faces, those who swore allegiance to Yada last time.

Sure enough, Princess Yada was waiting for him in the room.

"Knight of Lake Vizima, you're finally here." Yada changed into a white sacrificial dress and an elegant and luxurious palace dress, her hair tied in a bundle at the back of her head, but her face was terribly pale.

"I see the change in the square," the witcher sat beside her.

"The new sorcerer is under Foltest's orders...he is attacking the church." Yada squeezed the edge of the chair, her knuckles turning white, "He's coming back this time like a different person, and he doesn't listen to my explanation at all. , not only paranoid that the goddess is an evil creature, but also demanded that I immediately stop the business in my hand and dissolve the church."

Yada gritted her silver teeth and said in a rather desolate tone, "He also deprived me of most of my power, and now the only people available are the few knights at the door."

"I have no choice but to cancel the morning meeting, notify the faithful, and postpone all church activities indefinitely."

The witcher pondered for a moment, but he did not believe that Yada would give in easily. "What are your plans?"

"You want me to give up the church I built with all my hard work? Impossible! I'm sorry for the grace of the goddess." Yada pursed her lips and looked firm, "Since Vizima can no longer accommodate the church of the goddess, let's move to another place. !"

She wasn't crazy enough to fight her father, the true ruler of Vizima.

"Where to go?" the witcher wondered. "You mean moving the church headquarters to the outskirts?"

"I have already contacted a big businessman in the trade area, a tried and tested believer of the goddess," Yada looked dignified, her slender eyes glowing, "he will go to the villages on the outskirts of Vijima to preach for the goddess. The place starts all over again."

"The suburban village is far enough away from Vizima that Foltest can't control it for the time being, so the church has room to exert itself. And when the peripheral believers develop, they can gradually erode Vizima."

"It's not that simple," the witcher said flatly. "The more remote the countryside, the stronger the faith. They have believed in Meritelli for decades, and they will not easily change their beliefs."

"And away from Vizima, without daily free food delivery, it's hard to attract new believers."

"There's no way, I can't let the goddess's belief decline, and I have to leave a seed for her." Yada took a deep breath and said seriously, "Besides, I don't plan to give up Vizima completely, a very small part is the most determined. believers must take root in the city and find a place for them to pray daily."

"But now that His Majesty the King has issued a ban, the Lake Lady's belief cannot appear in the sun."

"The ground is not good, then the ground." Yada looked into the eyes of the witcher, "This is the purpose of me looking for you."

Ground?

The witcher was surprised at first, and then he thought of something, and suddenly realized.

Yada noticed the change in his expression, "It seems that you also know something about this underground."

"You mean Vizzima's sewers?"

Yada nodded, stood up, and paced slowly in the room, "I have checked a lot of information, and the sewers of Vizima were built directly on the ruins of the ancient elf city. The ditch structure of the sewers only occupies a part of the ruins, and also A large, well-functioning area has remained. These spaces connect the trade area and the temple area, and it is a natural and perfect refuge.”

Yada settled down and said, "I'm going to move the church's headquarters there."

The witcher's eyes changed when he looked at the princess again. He could think of the development policy of "surrounding the city from the countryside" to avoid the limelight for a while, and he could also find such a hidden back way for the main power of the church.

No wonder the Lady of the Lake valued her.

"But there are some problems now," Yada said truthfully. "The sewers have been abandoned for many years, and many dangerous creatures have lived in them. For the safety of the majority of believers, warriors are needed to eradicate these threats."

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