i used to be a devil

Regarding the rainy season on this continent, it is usually related to the beast tide.

The Gregorian calendar and the calendar of another algorithm exist almost side by side. People living here use the Gregorian calendar to calculate time, holidays, work and rest, and the other side use the lunar calendar to calculate seasons, farming, and... beasts The arrival time of the tide.

I have to say, in fact, in terms of habits, the living habits of Warcraft are still closer to the living habits of ordinary beasts.Activities are relatively reduced in winter, and when spring comes, they start to move around.

Winter means withering and less food. According to church researchers, in winter, the movement of monsters is synchronized with the natural seasonal trend, and... They also believe that most monsters reproduce in winter, and spring At that time, it is time to start hunting and teach the skills of attack to the offspring.

"interesting."

Yirang sat in the gradually expanding basement and read books—of course, he didn't buy books, and he still hasn't figured out what the layout of the whole city is like.

But like he said before, he has plenty of help.

Since Ryan went to Imperial College as Yirang said, the ownership here, in various senses, has changed from "owned by Ryan Milton" to "owned by Yirang".

In the past few days, the plaster spores planted have grown out.

The one that first planted and grew first has become a strange creature that seems to have human limbs but a head like a spore.

It looks dusty, and in terms of classification, it seems that it can be classified into the same category as the magic bone crystal orchid back then.

"It seems that after so many years, they have found some interesting patterns." Having almost read the general content of this book, Yi Rang covered the pages with his hand, and poked the cover boredly.

Having said that, Yi Rang glanced sideways at Gray Spore, who was struggling to lift a stack of books on the ground, and didn't see any special expression on that blank face.

The spores this time had to be said to be because their level was too low, and the level limit was not very high, so even if they were given consciousness by Yi Rang, their final form would be the same.

Basically, they can only do things according to Yi Rang's orders in silence, and there is nothing to look forward to when talking.

I'm a little disgusted, but what can I do?

Yi Rang felt that she might have picked up a bad habit—that is, after getting used to the lively surroundings for a long time, she became quiet again and became less used to it.

"...How much have you dug?"

The "basement" that could be seen at the end at a glance can no longer be described as a basement.

A huge number of spores were bred mechanically, and then relying on the blessing of the earth magic element, the basement had been expanded to an unknown extent.

There are only some lonely plants on the vacated ground, and then there is nothing except the mimic light source.

Gray Spore, who couldn't answer, handed a blueprint in front of Yi Rang, the meaning couldn't be more obvious.

Yi Rang took over the blueprint, on which a lot of data was densely marked.

And to sum it up, in the past few days, they have hollowed out one-fifth of the underground area of ​​the entire city.

From the looks of it, it should be a large range.

Thinking of this, Yi Rang felt that she could proceed to the next step.

——There is space, but if there are no things, it will be somewhat boring as a playground for the brave to break through.

Thinking of this, I felt that I should go out again.

how to say?

Handing back the blueprint in his hand, Yi Rang took another look at the empty and boundless space in front of him, and suddenly felt that he wanted to find something interesting to do.

He was very sure at first that after he made a promise to Rosemere Doyat, he shouldn't have woken up so early.

As a result, if things don't develop according to his expectations, then they must develop according to the expectations of other people.

"Continue to follow the original plan." Yi Rang explained to the gray spore in front of him, without any special change in tone, but when the latter took the blueprint handed over, he flinched uncontrollably.

After that, he looked up at Yi Rang in confusion with his face without facial features.

The latter just left the huge underground space with a smile on his face, not planning to explain anything to the gray spores who could not speak.

He once wanted to destroy this world, even if it was the world he created bit by bit.

The rainy season is concentrated in the middle of spring. When I walked out of Rennes' shabby house, it was raining again.This time, Yi Rang had newly purchased rain gear, and when she went out, she didn't do anything particularly conspicuous.

Walking out of the slums, Yirang stood on the street, watching a little more people walking on the street today compared to the previous few days.Not far from here, you can see the city wall of the city, and the patrolling guards walking neatly nearby.

Everything looks normal.

Yi Rang rubbed his fingertips with the hand holding the rain gear, and then gently raised his hand to tap the corner of his mouth. He saw a man standing by the city wall in the distance, with gold and white robes and golden hair.

There is also a face that has not changed at all.

With just one glance, one can see the traces that the time controller intentionally left on him—the time on his body is stopped.

— Socrates, I don't like this little trick at all, you know?

……

The weather today is simply terrible.

In the previous rainy season, it could be said that there was a time when the rain stopped, but today it seems that it is determined to be endless.

As a bishop, when Rosemere returned to the church, even with the blessing of magic, the clothes on his body inevitably felt a little damp to the touch.

The maid next to him helped hand over towels and new clothes. Just after changing clothes, there was another knock on the door, "My lord bishop."

"..." Rosemil, who had just picked up a notebook, paused slightly, then just frowned and put down the things in his hands.He sighed wearily, and then said, "Come in."

The maid guarding the door nodded to the person coming, then made a gesture of invitation and opened the door.

The visitor nodded slightly to the maid before walking slowly into the room.

"Bishop Doart."

"Oh, it's you."

The face that was a little tense before, relaxed a bit randomly after seeing the other person's face clearly.Rosemere's attitude was not as alienated as it was at the beginning, and seemed much more relaxed.

"Yes—is there something wrong in the dense forest?"

The person who came was Elro, the current head of the Knights of the Church—of course, he was also the title of the former head of the Knights a few years ago.

The armor he was wearing at this time was not convenient for sitting down, so now Rosemere and Elro were both standing.

"It's not a change, but this year's World of Warcraft is still the same as last year, and its actions are a little too active compared to before. Is the city ready? This year Cassitia may still encounter a sudden attack." Ello said sternly The current possibility, but it is something that is not very sure.

Over the past few years, Warcraft has been changing excessively.

And as far as aggressiveness is concerned, it is becoming more and more vicious every year.

According to a guess that was analyzed internally by the church and not made public, the conclusion is that they are evolving, and in a very rapid way.

In this case, the exact answer was obtained from the prophet: what they killed was not the soul fragments of the betrayer, but the traitor who came, and then began to appear.

At that time, Cynthia, a senior mage of the church, insisted that things would become like this because this behavior offended Yirang.She thought that the first god had been killed by the first envoy, and the first god had fallen and never appeared again, but Yirang came again, which already explained everything.

Yirang is the new master, but these mortals in the church still can't see the truth clearly.

Other high-ranking church officials believed that Cynthia was an outlier.

"..."

"What's the matter, Bishop Doart?"

The conversation didn't go too quickly.

The weather outside the window looked a little dark at this time, making the light in the room unclear.What I said before had just ended, and what I was going to say paused for a while. Seeing Rosemere's movement of raising his hand to press his temple, Elro turned back what he originally wanted to say, and instead asked a casual question.

"It's nothing, I thought about some old things."

Rosemil replied perfunctorily, and then continued the topic just now: "Then what do you think the matter should be done?"

The thought of these things gave Rosemere a headache.After the cynthia broke up with the church's top management, she left with the entire church mage group, and then went to the palace in the northern mountain, killing the only prophet from the gods who still responded to the world.

Later, they began to preach about Yirang, so that the so-called Protestantism appeared.

After that, there was a fuss and nothing to play.

The previous bishop died in the assassination of those people. They absorbed most of the mages and alchemists on the mainland. Basically, only knights and warriors were left to fight here. The church suffered heavy losses in the beast tide that year.

It can almost be said that he was almost hammered into the dust of history by such a blow.

It wasn't until later that Rosemere became the new bishop, proposed by a member of the Doart family who was still a senior teacher in the church. Not long after that year, he discovered a very unfortunate thing.

In his body, deep in his consciousness, another person is gradually waking up.

This thing is almost like a malicious joke.

"Well, I mean, unite with the Protestant people." Since Rosemire was not going to say much about his matter, Elro didn't intend to continue to spend more time on this kind of matter, very straightforward Abandoning this topic, and turning back to what I wanted to say before: "Almost most of the mages have some relationship with the Protestant personnel, and, haven't you already negotiated with the other party a few years ago?"

After the death of the previous bishop, not long after Rosemere took office, a reconciliation was made with Cynthia.

—although that wasn't exactly a reconciliation.

The other party was also in Boltton back then, and she relatively understood what was going on, and she also knew Rosemere's identity and situation.

In truth, Cynthia was more at peace with Rosemere than with the Church.

——she thinks that Rosemere has the favor of Yi Ran, and although he is so rebellious, he is still favored.

In this case, she was not going to screw with Rosemere.

"So, they contacted you?" When the matter was mentioned, it was almost understood what it meant.After sorting it out for a while, Rosemil understood what was going on, but he didn't have any special emotions, "Are you sure about this matter?"

"Yes." Arrow answered briefly.

Rosemere, who had nothing to say, just nodded, "That's it, I'll leave it to you to arrange."

"Then, I take my leave."

That's all for the matter, there is nothing extra to say afterwards, after Elro got a definite answer, he turned his head and left.Rosemere watched, but couldn't think of talking to him any more.

Until the other party left the room, the surroundings became so quiet.

All that could be heard in the room was the sound of rain falling outside.

Rosemil picked up the notebook on the table again, and just opened it, only to find that the magic notebook, which had never been quiet before, was surprisingly quiet today, and just about to pat her to ask what was wrong, on the title page he opened, there was a fast Flashed a school of golden characters——

[He wakes up. 】

There was a sudden wind in the room with no windows open, Rosemir was a little alert, and turned around suddenly, he suddenly heard a voice from the bottom of his heart, gradually from a consciousness in his mind to something that could be true. He heard the voice earnestly, "A few days ago, didn't you think it was strange that the magical elements in the city suddenly became active?"

"..."

Clenching the notebook in his hand, Rosemil swallowed. He stood a little stiffly at the seat beside the desk, without responding, just listening to the voice that seemed to come out of his body little by little.

"And the soul fire that suddenly ignited again by your clansman."

The voice continued, lightly, like a feather fluttering in the air, neither light nor heavy, neither urgent nor slow, but there was a feeling that people could not refute and had to listen to it at the same time.

Rosemere's face stiffened again and again, he moved his eyes to other places, and whispered: "Maybe there are other reasons..."

"Maybe I know a little more than you should?" The voice was good-natured.

When he was talking like this, he seemed to be able to use his voice to describe his good-tempered appearance at this time. Rosemil even felt that he would wear a smile similar to Yirang's, calm and breezy, and stand high above all the other things. Seeing it in the eyes, but planning everything.

That appearance was completely different from the prophets he had seen.

For them, everything in the world is probably just a very simple matter, right?No matter how troublesome it may seem to them, they feel that it is just a trivial matter that is not worth mentioning.

——Is this the one who has been writing with Yirang in the holy scriptures?

Thinking of this, Rosemere had to bow his head and was suppressed. Suddenly, he couldn't express his temper at all, so he could only respond in a low voice: "I made a slip of the tongue, please forgive me, Your Majesty Socrates."

……