The Holy Right of a Comic

Roy shook his head helplessly, "...you guys, you suddenly became philosophical."

"I'm just thinking about what life is made for."

Fluegel shook his hand, suddenly lost interest, "... people in this world only know 'sage', but in fact not many people know the name of Fluegel, I am not going to carry this useless reputation After I die, I decided to give Shaula the title of 'Sage', so that everyone in the world will think that Shaula is the 'Sage', and with this title, Shaula's future life will become much easier."

"You are really kind to your apprentice."

Roy sighed softly. Although this man has various flaws, from the perspective of ordinary human beings, he is undoubtedly a 'good man'.

"Since I traveled to this world, Shaula has always been with me. Although I have been taking care of her, she is also taking care of me. She is good at magic of the yang attribute. I didn't teach her anything, and now I'm going to die, and the only thing I'm going to worry about is her."

"...Even with Polkenika's promise, compared to other people's promises, my master has to leave something for my apprentice. The title of 'sage' is the best protection for her. No People dared to provoke the 'sage' who saved the world and defeated the envious witch, didn't they?"

Flugel's tone became warmer, and his speaking speed was very slow, as if he was recalling the good old days.

Roy didn't interrupt his memory, he just stood beside Flügel, and said after a long time:

"Speaking of which, what are you doing digging?"

Flugel came back to his senses, he scratched his hair with his muddy hands, and smiled like a child, regardless of his sloppy body: "...I want to plant a tree here, and then Infuse all my magic power into it, with the help of all my magic power, this tree will definitely become the tallest towering giant tree in this world."

"...Look here is a plain. If a huge tree grows here, wouldn't it be visible from a long distance? How romantic is that, and this tree will definitely become a wonder of the world in the future , when the time comes, everyone will know, ah, the sage once planted a tree here!"

Fluegel talked about his thoughts proudly, looking very stinky.

At this moment, Roy's heart suddenly moved, and the inspiration and wisdom in his mind burst out instantly. After a fierce confrontation, an idea emerged from it.

His hand retracted into the cuff, and when he stretched out again, there was already something extra in his palm.

It was a white round object with a shining spot like a sapphire on it.

Roy passed this thing over.

"What is this? Some kind of magic item?"

Flugal took the thing Roy handed over suspiciously, and after looking it over carefully, he habitually poured magic power into the round object, and then found that his magic power was actually absorbed by this thing.

"This is a tree seed, you can plant it..."

Roy smiled mysteriously.

"Is this a tree species? Don't be kidding, this thing looks like an ore or a gem, right?"

Flugel looked at the thing in his hand over and over again, no matter how he observed it, he felt that it didn't look like a tree species.

"You can think of it as a magic tree, which needs magic irrigation to grow. Don't you want to plant a tree so that future generations will remember you? This tree can definitely meet your requirements. If you let it grow, That is a giant tree several thousand meters high, how about it, you have never seen such a tall tree."

Roy smiled happily, and explained the future of this tree species to Flugel in detail.

Flugel became more surprised the more he heard it, and said in disbelief: "...Thousands of meters? Even ordinary mountains are not that high, right? You didn't lie to me that a tree can grow like this?"

"This is a magical world, not the earth, why should I lie to you?"

Roy's words made Fluegel figure it out. Yes, this is not the earth. Even if there is a tree with a height of thousands of meters, it is not surprising.

"Okay, then I'll plant it!"

Flugel is eager to try, he is dying anyway, so it doesn't matter if he is tricked, "... this thing only needs to use magic power, right?"

"Well, it needs a huge amount of magic power, just as you are about to give up all your own magic power, it is a perfect match for it, if you don't talk about planting trees, I will almost forget about this thing."

Roy nodded and said with a smile.

"What is the name of the tree grown from this seed?"

Flugel put the tree seed into the pit, then buried the soil, squatted on the ground and began to send magic power into the soil.

Magic power is life force, and as the magic power from the source of life was injected into Flügel, his skin began to look dull, as if the whole person had aged decades.

As a world-renowned 470'sage', although Flugel is the weakest among the four masters, as a magician, his magic power is definitely the top powerhouse in the world. Such a powerhouse One can imagine the magnitude of the magical power paid at the cost of life.

With the release of the magic power, a pure white sapling broke through the ground and grew to one meter in the blink of an eye.

The most difficult hurdle for the imaginary tree species is to change from seed to trunk, and the infusion of all the magic power and vitality of Fryugel directly contributed to this step.

"It's called the Fantasy Tree!"

Roy told the truth and told Flügel the real name of the tree.

"Imagination tree... so beautiful..."

Flugel touched the pale jade-like branch with his hand, then strenuously propped up his rotten body, and walked into the distance without looking back.

"Just leave like this?"

Roy didn't stop him, but looked at Flügel's back and asked with a sigh.

"Ha, I don't want my 'rival in love' to see me in the last miserable state. I'd better find a place where there is no one to die. If you treat me as a friend, help me set up a monument. Wherever you want, you can choose it!"

The tone gradually became weaker, and Flügel's figure disappeared on the distant horizon. A smear of the setting sun was like blood, reflecting the verdant grassland a blood red, only the branches of the fantasy tree swaying gently in the breeze, telling Flugel's last existence.

"'Rival in love'? We weren't from the beginning, that's just your fantasy...Then goodbye, 'Sage' Flugal..."

Roy murmured.

As night falls, the legend is dead! .

Chapter 144: Desire to Bishop

Although there is magic in this different world, magic is a mysterious skill that only real nobles can learn. The more mysterious it is, the more valuable it is. Therefore, magic is only passed on by word of mouth in the ordinary world, and it is a miracle that may not be seen in a lifetime.

It is rumored that no matter how badly injured or how terrible the disease is, as long as the magicians who master magic touch it with a light hand, they can be cured.

It is rumored that magicians can create strong arctic ice and snow under the sunny day and scorching sun, and can shape a city fortress on the empty plain with their hands.

This kind of thing is unimaginable to the civilians living at the bottom, and it is a topic that is talked about after dinner.

For uneducated civilians, whether it is protection or magic, they are the same thing in their eyes, and they can't tell the difference at all.

Also because magic cannot be used by the public, and technology is underdeveloped, in this different world, people still depend on the sky for food.

A small remote village in the Phrakian Empire. The village is not big. There are dozens of families living there. Every household lives a life of plowing in spring and autumn. The only head in the village is like a cow. Animals are the common valuable property of the whole village.

"Isn't that boy over there a fool?"

A poorly dressed peasant woman was walking in the village, pointing to a boy standing by the side of the dirt road.

Near this mountain area, there are many small villages of this kind, and marriages will also be carried out between the villages. This village woman is a woman who has just married into this small village and is here for the first time.

The boy she pointed at was standing by the dirt in a daze. He was eating his finger with his mouth, his smile was dull and stupid, and there were bubbles in his nostrils.

The boy looked about thirteen or fourteen years old, but he was very thin. The clothes on his body could almost be described as rags, and he didn't wear shoes or socks on his feet, so he just stepped on the mud.

Seeing the woman pointing to him, the boy just giggled. Different from his silly appearance, this boy's eyes were extremely chaotic, as if there was extreme desire in them.

As soon as she met the boy's eyes, the woman felt a stabbing pain all over her body as if she had been electrocuted. For no reason, she felt fear in her heart, as if she had become a prey, and the boy was the hunter.

It's just that this feeling came and went quickly. When the woman looked at the boy again, she found that the other's eyes had also become dull, and there seemed to be nothing in them.

"It's really weird¨‖."

The peasant woman muttered, subconsciously wanting to stay away from the boy.

"That was an orphan in our village. His parents died not long after he was born. Everyone looked at him pitifully. Every household gave him a little food, hoping that he would survive. But this child survived, but he didn't expect It's a fool...you stay away from him, the boy is a fool, but he likes to run into the houses of widows and young girls."

"...Many girls and widows in the village woke up and saw him standing at the head of the bed, and they were frightened to death."

The villager who was following the peasant woman warned in a low voice.

The peasant woman was taken aback, and quickly asked: "...this idiot is so dangerous, why does he still stay in the village?"

"It's strange to say that although this idiot likes to drill into girls' houses, he has never done anything bad. Even if he stood there giggling all night, it is difficult for everyone to arrest him. Now there is no one in the village to feed him. Eat, he is looking for wild food outside, so he probably won't live long."

The villager explained in detail again.

"Okay, don't worry about that idiot. The eldest son of the Short family has returned from the army. It is said that he has made military exploits. Let's go and have a look."

"Really? Then let's go and have a look."

The two village women just left here while talking and laughing.

The Phlakia Empire implements the system of the weak and the strong. In this empire, regardless of origin or race, as long as they have the ability and strength, people with strength can get a lofty status. Although it is hell for the weak, but to a certain extent It is said that this is the fairest country.

And if you want to prove your ability, the best way is to serve as a soldier and go to the front line to fight against the enemy country. If you kill the enemy on the front line and make credit, it will definitely increase your social status.

The idiot-like boy continued to eat his fingers and stood beside the muddy road, not knowing whether he understood how he was not liked.

"It is full of strong desire for women, but it has no desires and desires. Sometimes it is a talent to have a broken brain."

Behind the boy, suddenly came a calm and majestic voice.

The boy turned his head and looked behind him. It was a man in gorgeous clothes, which was completely different from the people in this remote village. The bright red robes were incompatible with the mottled walls in this village, which was too gorgeous. The solemn and dignified style seems to turn this backward village into a royal ball, sacred and elegant.

Just seeing him is inspiring.

It was Roy who came.

"Big brother, you are not from the village, are you?"

The boy biting his finger continued to smirk.

"¨"Although the IQ is a bit low, it's not completely empty-headed. It still has some thinking logic, that is, it can teach... But is your appearance suitable for "lust" or "lust"?"

Roy looked at the boy in front of him like he was looking at the pork on the chopping board, stroking his chin with his hands and thinking.

"Oh, it seems that 'greed' chose you, but it's true, full of extreme desires but unable to understand desires because of brain reasons, it is simply a symbol of 'greedy', if Donna really dies, if You're a girl, and that's the perfect candidate for 'The Witch of Desire'."

Roy smiled with satisfaction.

"Brother, what are you talking about, I can't understand it."

The boy stroked his head, his face full of dementia.

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand, you will gradually understand in the future, well, although with the development of your brain and IQ, you probably won't understand too much, but as long as you are obedient."

"...Tell me, what's your name?"

Roy's questioning is like (is Zhao Hao) a big clock crashing into the boy's mind, if there is a thunderbolt shining, even if the brain is not fully developed, even if the IQ is low, the boy in front of him blurted out like a blessing, " ...My name is Regulus Xerneas!"

"Although the person is a bit stupid, he has a good name."

Roy took out a wooden box from his cuff and opened it. There were seven gleaming pitch-black orbs inside. These seven orbs were like a cloud of mist, absorbing all light like a black hole, chaotic and shapeless.

One of the beads was jumping, and Roy took it out and slowly handed it to the boy.

"Regulus Zernias, take it, and offer devotion to Echidna, the 'Witch of Greed'. From today onwards, your destiny will change. From today onwards, you will be the Priest of Greed '!"

Regulus Xerneas seemed to be attracted by his soul, and his arm grabbed the 'witch factor' uncontrollably. .

Chapter 145: The Supreme Bishop

In the royal capital of Lugnica, Qinlong Kingdom, the corner of the courtyard of a rich man's house is the drain of the sewer. Tonight, the dark clouds are thick, blocking the brilliance of the stars and the moon. It is dark and windy at night.

The vegetation in the corner of the courtyard rustled, and a petite girl jumped out of the dirty sewer. She was wearing an old cloak, covering her body and face, and her small head came out of the sewer. After climbing out, he carefully and vigilantly looked around.

Seeing that there was no one around, she was relieved and crawled out of the foul-smelling mud ditch.

She was a pauper in Lugnica's capital, a child without parents, an orphan who couldn't live without stealing, she was a thief.

This foul-smelling sewer was accidentally discovered by a girl. As the capital of Qinlong Kingdom, the underground drainage facilities here are quite developed, connecting many rich people and even noble families. Ordinary thieves don’t use it because of the stench of the sewer, but In order to survive, the girl is willing to enter even a smelly place.

Using this sewer, the girl can easily enter the homes of some rich people, but she is very smart. Every time she burglarizes, she chooses when the sky is covered by dark clouds, and she will never go to those noble homes, because there will always be patrols in noble homes. guards, but the home defense of ordinary rich people is not so strong.

Every time the girl steals, she only steals a little, which is enough to meet her living needs for a few days, because she knows that if she steals too much, the rich people will be alerted and report to the Knights of the Royal Capital. With the power, you can definitely find her through the sewers, so the girl knows how to stop and stop.

Practice makes perfect, because she has stolen too many times, this time the girl easily found a few silver coins from the rich man's house, and then quickly got back through the sewer.

Gold coins cannot be stolen because the amount is too large, and jewelry cannot be stolen because she has no channels to sell the stolen goods. After thinking about it, these silver coins are more suitable.

Through the complicated and foul-smelling sewer system, the girl returned to her home, which was the slums of Lugnica's royal capital.

"Ah, it really stinks, there is a river outside the city, I'll take a bath first..."

Drilling out of the sewer, the girl just wrinkled her nose and made a clear, sweet and disgusting sound.

"This is not the way. If you can't save a sum of money, you will never be able to leave the slums... If it doesn't work... I will... I will sell myself."

The girl was a little hesitant when she said this, but there was still a hint of... heartbeat!

"Sell yourself? This is a good choice. If you are beautiful enough, how about selling yourself to me?"

A male teasing voice suddenly came from behind the girl.

"who?!"