The Wizard’s Immortality

Gruul sighed softly in the quiet house, looking at the figure of Ilula going away.

In the room, pale white candles were quietly lit, and the burning lights above shone on Gruul's face, making his face look cloudy.

"Your Highness, is there anything wrong?"

Beside him, a servant looked at Gruul's complexion and couldn't help asking.

"It's okay." Gruul turned around and his face returned to normal instantly, shaking his head gently, indicating that he was fine.

Seeing this, the attendant beside him didn't think much, but just nodded quietly, and under the leadership of the attendant, he was ready to go down and change his clothes.

After several months of escape, in the process, Gruul and his attendants have not been trained, and now it is time to take a good rest after arriving in a safe place.

A little time passed quickly, and soon, it was late at night.

Late at night, when everyone around him fell into a deep sleep, Ilula, who had fallen asleep, walked out of a room gently.

He walked gently out of Gruul's room, looking at the dim room inside, and the even breathing sounds inside him. He could not help but sigh gently, and his face looked a bit complicated.

"Is everything done?" A voice came from a place.

Ilula raised her head and looked in the direction where the sound came, and saw a figure coming from outside.

It was a tall, middle-aged man, also wearing a dark suit. The mysterious mark portrayed on his face was similar to that on Ilula's face, but it was also different.

Compared with Ilula, this person's majesty is heavier, and his body is even more viciously daunting.

"We have already done."

Ilula sighed softly: "A sufficient amount of crystal flower potion, even a mammoth beast, can be overturned. As soon as you drink it, you will immediately fall into a drowsiness and will not wake up for at least a few days. Come."

"Good job." The middle-aged man nodded. "Then, let me do it."

"I have notified Veruba's guard, and after a while, they will send someone to search, and then naturally find Prince Gruul who is still sleeping."

"After this step, things have nothing to do with us, we will not personally get the blood of the king, and no one knows that we have been here ..."

"That's fine." Ilula sighed, and his face seemed to be somewhat tangled and puzzled: "Just, Hill, are we really so good ..."

"There is no need for extra burdens ..." The man named Hill looked at Ilula, and seemed to be able to understand the hesitation in his heart from the old man's tangled expression: "The war in the kingdom has been going on long enough, long enough We are all beginning to grow old. "

"This dispute has come to a time when it has to be resolved."

He stepped forward slowly, walked out the window of the room, looked at the quietly sleeping Gruul and said softly, "From a Tamru perspective, everything we do is for this The dispute in the Kingdom of Tamlu ended as soon as possible. In terms of the identity of a dim priest, everything we do is also for the glory of our Lord to spread the world better. "

"His Highness has promised that after he succeeds to the throne, he will let go of the restrictive regulations in the past, allowing us to freely build churches in the kingdom and enjoy all the rights we should have enjoyed."

"Whatever it is, we all have reasons to do it."

At the end, he closed his eyes, his hands closed against his chest, and the expression on his face was calm and sacred: "For my Lord Carlin ..."

"I get it." The expression on Ilula's face grew firmer, looking at the hill in front of him, and also made a gesture of prayer. All the hesitation and intolerance in the heart disappeared at this moment, leaving only a piece of piety. And calm.

The faint dim light spread on his body, and a little afterglow shone on him, setting him up as a messenger like God, which made one look up and could not help raising a kind of admiration, feeling the glory of the dim Lord.

At this time, there was a sudden loud noise outside, accompanied by a thumping sound, as if someone was coming from outside.

"Someone prayed so early?"

Listening to the ringing bells and crisp footsteps from outside, the expressions on their faces surprised.

The church is naturally open to the outside world. Not only will the church be open to the public on weekdays, but it will also hold some activities regularly, and even distribute food to some victims in some disaster years, so as to win over believers.

Calculating the time at this moment, it is indeed time for the church to open, but no one comes here so early in peacetime.

"I'll check it out."

Slightly standing up, Ilula said.

This time, in order to carry out this operation and also to cover up some things, the original sacrifice here has been temporarily transferred away, and the prayers and sacrifices of these days are arranged by Ilula.

"Go, I stare here."

Beside him, Hill said without looking back. At this moment, his eyes were still staring at the room in front of him, looking at the figure lying on the head of the bed.

Looking at this scene, Ilula did not speak, turned around and walked towards the hall outside the church.

After coming to the hall, seeing the people at this moment, Ilula could not help but shine.

It was a handsome young man wearing a luxurious black robe embroidered with a pale silver complex texture.

The supple long hair hangs down casually. On the young man's body in front of him, a unique temperament emerges quietly, which makes one glance at the sight.

"It's a nobleman, and it's not an ordinary nobleman."

Looking at the young man in front of him, Ilula lighted up with a smile on her face.

For the gods above, no matter whether they are lowly slaves or noble nobles, they can be treated equally.

But for the god's sacrifice, it is impossible to do this step.

Propagating the doctrine of the deities, organizing activities, helping the victims, and developing believers, each step requires a lot of money.

Although they are treated equally on the surface, it is of course more important for noble believers to be able to make a large amount of donations and provide various kinds of help compared to ordinary civilians.

Looking at the young man walking slowly, Ilula had a kind smile on his face, holding a dark gray badge on his hand, and then walked straight forward: "Hello, may I help you? ? "

"Hello." The young man looked very polite, with a gentle smile on his face: "Please forgive me for bothering me. I came here for the first time. May I take a look around?"

"Of course." Ilula nodded, with a smile on her face: "In fact, if you don't mind, I can introduce it for you."

"Then trouble you." Adier smiled, looking interested.

Of course, this is not actually pretended.

When he came to this world, he was the first to walk into a deity's church. It would be completely deceiving to say that he had no interest in his heart.

Therefore, he came here early in the morning. On the one hand, he came to see if the group was still here yesterday. On the other hand, he was very interested in this church.

Thinking of all kinds of thoughts in his mind, he looked at Ilula in front of him, and his eyes gradually became deeper.

"Strong!"

Looking at Ilula in front of him, this idea first appeared in Adil's heart.

Limited by the situation at this moment, he couldn't see how much power Ilula had in front of him.

This is also caused by the particularity of the sacrifice.

As a deity's sacrifice, the power of the sacrifice comes from the deity, which has great concealment. It is difficult to determine how much power a sacrifice has before it is actually shot.

But despite not being able to tell the truth, Adil could feel that the huge force that continued and could not be cut off in front of Ilulah in front of him gave a sense of danger.

"Roughly equivalent to the pinnacle of the Grand Knight, as a sacrifice, it may be weaker in actual combat, but in this church, the strength may be stronger."

Feeling the sense of danger that the other party brought to himself, Adil's smile on the surface remained unchanged ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ thought quietly in his heart.

The peak of the big knight, converted into the strength of this world, is the peak of the bronze knight, which has been regarded as a very strong force.

The physical father of Adil, the strongest person in a traditional knight family, his strength is nothing more than a bronze knight.

"A so powerful sacrificial priest is not good at sitting in those big parishes in the country, but has come to the remote town of Virupa ..."

Looking at the back of Ilula in front of him, Adil shook his head secretly: "There is this familiar power ..."

In the other party, Adier felt a very familiar force, and had experienced it many times in a certain world.

The power of the soul.

At the moment, it flows on Ilula, and it is the power of the soul that Adil has felt many times in the misty world.

It's just that compared to the soul power of the world that was used to sign blood contracts and strengthen the beasts, the soul power of the sacrificial body in front of him is more pure, with a strong mark on it. A deep imprint.

This discovery made Adier feel a little thoughtful.

They walked in the church, and soon came to both sides of the hall.

On both sides of the hall, huge murals are displayed around, giving an extremely shocking sense of viewing.

At the very beginning of the mural, a short man was holding a little baby, carefully guarding him.

"this is?"

Looking at the mural in front of him, Adil stood there, seemingly surprised.

"This is the birth moment of the great deity, the dim Lord." Quietly a prayer was given, and Ilula kept a kind smile on her face, saying so.

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