Hyperdimensional Warlock

The red sun is rising.

Dawn City, which had been silent all night, became lively again under the golden-red sunlight.

Time passed slowly.

The sun rises in the east and sets in the west. After a busy day, the silver moon rises from the mist and hangs high in the night sky.

At this time, day and night experienced a new cycle.

At the same time, in the castle guest room of Night Mountain, Gulemo stood up from the sofa: "It's getting late, so I won't disturb you three."

"Anyway, you will stay in Night Mountain recently, so let's talk tomorrow."

Gulemo looked to the opposite side while talking.

On the sofa opposite, Mr. Sun, Ms. Moon and their wayward little daughter also stood up.

Mr. Sun: "It's our fault for bothering us so late again."

Gulemo smiled and shook his head: "No, I really like chatting with you two. It's not a bother. Moreover, listening to your experiences is like listening to a poem with ups and downs. In my opinion, It’s also a kind of artistic practice.”

What Gulemo said was not a lie.

Gulemo spent the whole day with these two foreign visitors.

After experiencing the unfamiliarity when they first met yesterday, their communication today seemed very harmonious. Moreover, as their chat progressed, Gulemo admired the young couple more and more.

According to them, they traveled on the continent very early, visited many countries, and witnessed all kinds of people.

He has lived a peaceful life, but also had bizarre experiences of being misunderstood and being hunted. He sounds like the protagonist in an adventure novel, making people addicted to him unconsciously.

Although he was born into a noble family, he did not have the arrogant temperament of the nobles.

To use the famous saying of the Dasman Empire, it means: you can raise your eyes to see gods, and you can also lower your head to see all living beings.

How can someone not appreciate such a temperament?
In addition, these two people spoke nicely, were polite, and respected themselves very much. Gulemo was even more happy and wished he could hold a candle and talk until dawn.

But Gulemo was getting older, and although he thought about it in his heart, his body couldn't bear it.

Seeing the moon shining brightly outside the window, Gulemo still stood up and said goodbye.

Before opening the door and leaving, Gulemo looked back at the young couple. For some reason, he always felt that the skin of the lady sitting in front of the window, bathed in the moonlight, seemed to be faintly glowing.

Gulemo shook his head, blinked, and looked again: ...Maybe he saw it wrong.

The reason why it seems to be glowing is because Ms. Moon's skin is too cold and white, and the moonlight tonight is also very bright. The two of them reflect each other, and the illusion is created.

Gulemo didn't think much, nodded to them one last time, then closed the door and left.

Wait until Gulemo leaves completely.

Before Ms. Moon and Mr. Sun could speak, Tired, who was playing the arrogant little daughter, couldn't help but resumed her true form as a cat, and complained along the way: "You guys are really good at chatting. Apart from eating and washing, you have talked enough today. Six hours!”

After returning from the Holy Glory Church in the morning, Juanjuan began to play the role of the little daughter, and then followed them all the time, listening to their conversation with Gulemo.

There is only half an hour of content, which is considered to be useful information. It talks about Gulemo's dream yesterday.

For the remaining five hours or so, everything we talked about sounded like water like the ocean to Juanjuan.

The most important thing is, what about traveling to the mountains and sea, what about chasing the stars and the moon, what about encountering uneven roads, what about rewarding good and punishing evil... these are all stories they made up.

They made it up very well, and they chatted for more than five hours relying on the characters they made up.

This is something that Juanjuan can't figure out...

Ms. Moon: "Not all of the stories we tell are made up. A large part of them are our experiences, but the extraordinary elements are removed."

Ms. Moon said tiredly and angrily: "You think I'm stupid. Of course I know you are adapting your own experiences, but your adaptation is too outrageous."

For example, if they encounter a dropped money bag on the roadside, they can make up a story about picking it up on the way out and visiting the owner at night; but the real story is that they picked up the money bag and used the money in it to have a good time in a tavern. .

As for finding the owner? Absolutely not.

However, they met the owner by chance later, and they quietly returned the certificate of identity of the owner in the wallet to them.

Because the identity certificate is of no use to them, and it would be a piece of cake to return it to others.

"I did pick up the money bag and returned it to the owner... Don't roll your eyes at me, just tell me whether I returned it in the end?" Ms. Moon rubbed her tired hair: "What's wrong with the process being a bit artistic? ?As long as what I say turns out to be true, then it is true."

Juanjuan: "I actually don't bother with your character creation. I'm just confused. How can you actually enjoy it?"

For normal people, making up a rough background is enough.

Ms. Moon and Mr. Sun are not like this at all. They directly made up more than ten years of experience.

If Gulemo hadn't been physically unable to bear it, I guess they could have continued.

Faced with the accusation of tiredness, Ms. Moon shrugged: "You are a little kitten, what do you know? This is called artistic processing and artistic communication."

"As a person who pursues art, of course I can enjoy it."

Juanjuan stared at Ms. Moon in disbelief: "???"

Is this considered art? What kind of art? Moreover, when I am used, I am a little daughter, and when I am not needed, I am just a kitten? !

Ms. Moon glared back unceremoniously: "Haven't you read fairy tale books? Haven't you watched plays? Aren't those stories all artistically processed?"

"You can understand that the background and story I just compiled is that I am writing fairy tales and travel notes. It is normal to have artistic processing!"

Listening to Ms. Moon's confident words, Juanjuan wanted to refute. But after blowing up, I found that I couldn't find a reason to refute.

In the end, he could only let his arrogance drift away, muttered "strong words", and then withered again.

Ms. Moon: "I'm not arrogant, I'm creating art."

Juan Juan no longer wanted to listen to Ms. Moon's nonsense. He turned to look at Mr. Sun: "Hey, it's been a day. Have you contacted me over there?"

Their continued stay here is not a waste of time.

In the early morning, after an analysis at Shenghui Church, they found that it was difficult to crack the "Infinite Dream Bridge" by relying on them alone.

Therefore, they decided to invite foreign aid.

And the best foreign aid is definitely the dream wizard.

Juanjuan had lived in the Prophet's Temple since he was a child and didn't know much about the wizards in the Western Continent's wizarding world. Therefore, it was natural for Mr. Sun and Ms. Moon, two natives of the Western Continent, to ask for foreign aid.

Now, I watched Gulemo return to the bedroom and prepare to fall asleep.

But the foreign aid doesn’t seem to have arrived yet?
Mr. Sun: "Don't worry, I have contacted the local Guangyao Church this morning. If nothing unexpected happens, foreign aid should be arriving soon."

"The Church of Glory?" Juanjuan was a little confused: "It's the church again? Is it related to the Church of Shenghui?"

Mr. Sun: "It has something to do with it." The Guangyao Church is a very large wizarding organization in the wizarding world of the Western Continent.

There is even a Glorious Church in Crow Castle, which shows the strong dominance of this organization.

The Shenghui Church in the Dasman Empire was actually founded by the wizards of the Guangyao Church, but most people within the Shenghui Church did not know this.

Only the top pope and the three cardinals knew that behind them was the Glorious Church.

Of course, this matter is an undisclosed secret in the mortal world. But for the wizards of the West Continent, this is not a secret.

After listening to Mr. Sun's story, what Juanjuan was most concerned about was not the relationship between the Guangyao Church and the Shenghui Church, but: "A religious organization can actually open a church into the interior of your Crow Castle?"

Tiredness is not a wizard, but it knows wizards very well. Wizards pursue the truth, so how can they believe in religion? Can this religion even flourish?

Mr. Sun: "It sounds like the Guangyao Church is like a religious organization, but in fact it is not. The Guangyao Church is more of a gathering of demon hunters."

"Witcher?"

Mr. Sun nodded: "The main business of the Guangyao Church is demon hunting. Whether it is abyss demons, otherworldly demons, or undead banshees, they are all targets of demon hunting."

"As long as they pay a high price, they dare to hunt any evil spirit."

"From a certain point of view, the Glorious Church is similar to a security company. Many wizard organizations are willing to introduce the Glorious Church and hire 'bodyguards' to deal with some demons that are inconvenient to deal with."

This is also the reason why there is a Glorious Church even inside Crow Castle.

"As for why the Guangyao Church is so keen on hunting demons..." Mr. Sun shook his head: "I don't know either. However, there are rumors that the Guangyao Church has a unique meditation method that allows them to quickly accumulate their own power while hunting demons. ."

"But according to Little Moon and I's observations, the meditation methods of Guangyao Church are common and normal, and do not have any special effects."

"So, this is probably the secret of the Guangyao Church."

As soon as Mr. Sun finished speaking, Ms. Moon suddenly added: "I have actually heard a rumor that the Guangyao Church is similar to the extremist sect in the Southern Region."

"Extreme sect?" Juanjuan was stunned for two seconds and repeated the name in a low voice: "I seem to have heard the name of this sect mentioned by Lord Wan Sui."

"It seems to be an organization favored by the will of the wizarding world in the Southern Region?"

Ms. Moon nodded: "Yes, an organization that seems to be doing justice for heaven, but is actually very arrogant and domineering."

Ms. Moon has no favorable impression of the extreme sect. The reason is that she met a legendary wizard from the extreme sect in the source world...

He was just a little stronger than me, and his arrogant attitude seemed to reach heaven.

Anyway, Ms. Moon was stunned for several days.

Later, after merging with Mr. Sun, he regained his face.

"In short, I have heard people say that the Guangyao Church is actually a variant of the extremist sect. The reason why they can quickly improve themselves by hunting demons is probably because, like the extremist sect, they are favored by the will of the world."

"Personally, I think this guess is still somewhat possible."

"However, the will of the world in the Western Continent is not as obvious as in the Southern Territory, so it is not so easy to find evidence."

In addition, the Guangyao Church is also legendary, and even if the outside world has speculations, they dare not investigate.

Ms. Moon looked at Juanjuan: "How about, after you return to the temple, you can ask Teacher Wan Sui. The teacher must know the inside story."

Juanjuan tilted his head: "...If you are curious, ask yourself. I won't go."

Ms. Moon looked at the arrogant and tired face and wanted to tease it, but before she could make any move, she suddenly felt a wave of magic power.

Ms. Moon and Mr. Sun paused at the same time, looking out the window at the distant mountains.

Dozens of miles away, a ray of light was passing over the top of the Night Mountain, falling towards the castle.

"A wizard is approaching."

Lady Moon whispered.

Mr. Sun nodded: "It should be a wizard sent by the Guangyao Church, but..."

Mr. Sun frowned: "Why did you send such a weak wizard?"

Through the crows that roamed the top of the night mountain, they had sensed the strength of the visitor, who was an ordinary first-level official wizard.

Not even the path to true knowledge has been taken.

The Guangyao Church sent such a wizard to deal with him? He and Xiaoyue had only been away from Xilu for a few years, so it was so difficult to use their names?

When Mr. Sun frowned, the floating light had quietly fallen outside the castle, and sent a mental code to the castle to prove his identity.

Through the spiritual code, it can be confirmed that the visitor is indeed the "foreign aid" sent by the Guangyao Church.

Although Mr. Sun doesn't quite recognize the strength of this "foreign aid", after all, others are here, and he can't be left outside.

Mr. Sun looked at Ms. Moon, who immediately understood. With a gentle wave of his gauze sleeves, the whole world became dim.

Two people and one cat entered the moon-shaped realm.

At the same time, Ms. Moon also opened the entrance to the Moon Realm to the "foreign aid" outside the castle.

From the "foreign aid's" perspective, a dark curtain suddenly enveloped him.

Before he could recover, everything around him became quiet.

The chirping of birds and insects in the woods is gone.

The lights in the windows in the castle also seemed to be covered with a veil.

The only thing that got brighter was the silver full moon in the sky.

There was obviously no change in the surrounding environment, but he felt as if he was no longer in this world and had entered a mysterious place...

Look at the small changes happening around you.

He suddenly thought of the information he had learned from the teacher before he came.

This time the commission comes from the legendary wizard of Raven Keep, Mr. Sun.

However, the teacher told him that the person who most likely made the request was not Mr. Sun himself, but his successor. Because, according to the tip, both Mr. Sun and Ms. Moon have left the Western Continent and gone to the Source World.

But looking at it now, it always feels like the changes around me are a bit like Lady Moon’s ability: Moon-Shaped Boundary.

If Lady Moon were here...

Doesn't that mean that the client this time is really Mr. Sun? !

(End of this chapter)