Encyclopedia of Feanor Continent

The church will use the method of "exile" to punish some Templars who have committed serious mistakes and cannot continue to stay in the Templars but are not guilty of death. The exiled Templars must continue to wear holy The costume of the Knights of the Temple, but the sun god emblem on the chest was completely erased, leaving only the scratches representing shame, so that people could see from a distance that this was a fallen person who had been expelled from the church.

In addition to receiving people's cold eyes and ridicule wherever he goes, the exile will even be deprived of his name. Unless he washes his shame in some other way one day, he will not be allowed to enter the holy city of Mikalan and any other people for the rest of his life. The shrines and churches of the Church of the God of Light cannot be buried in the church’s cemetery after death, let alone in the priest’s prayer. -- "Feno Continental Encyclopedia·History"

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The village next to the Camelback Mountain Mine is full of workers and their families. Some wooden houses are sloppily built on both sides of the road. The only decent building in the village is the hotel. The workers will gather here to drink after work at night. Relax with a cheap ale, the inn is empty during the day except for the innkeeper sitting bored behind the counter peeling beans.

Avondel said he was here to discuss business, and he really approached the owner of the mine, Old John, to discuss business.

"You want so many black iron ingots all at once, but I don't have that many in stock."

"No way, there is no such stock?"

"You also know that the law and order is not good everywhere now. The merchants who used to cooperate with me don't come here very often. The ore ingots are often unable to be shipped out. If you hoard too much, it will just rust in vain." Old John said, smoking a pipe, "I can buy it now. Open the furnace and smelt it for you, as long as you are willing to wait for two or three days, I can make up the quantity you want."

"I'm afraid I can't stay here that long. Just sell me all your existing stock."

"Okay." Old John sighed regretfully.

The two parties negotiated the price, and Old John went out to ask the workers to move the goods. Fils lowered his voice and approached Avondel and asked, "I thought it was just another cover like being a mercenary, but you really are For business?"

Evandel said as a matter of course: "Of course, I have such a useful thing as a storage space. Wouldn't it be a pity not to use it for business? Others need a whole caravan with as many people and horses to transport the goods." , I just need to put things in and take them out again.”

"But why do you want to be in business?" Fiers always felt that it was weird for a mage to be a businessman.

"Of course business is for making money, otherwise is it for fun?"

Firth shrugged: "I thought the Lich left you a large enough legacy to allow you to lie down and eat for hundreds of years."

"You may not know how amazing a mage's annual expenses are. Many magic materials are more expensive than gold, but they are burned out like firewood when they are used. If I can only go out but not in, I will be a pauper a long time ago. " Evandel knocked on the table, "Okay, let's eat something first, I remember the wine here is not very good, but the potato cakes are quite delicious, I hope they haven't changed the cook yet."

Phils lay on the table sullenly, his mouth had been quickly conditioned by the mage's culinary skills during these days, and he found the meals provided by most hotels tasteless: "I would rather eat what you cook. "

"But I'm lazy." The mage said confidently.

When the innkeeper brought the dishes, Phils couldn't help but ask, "Why do you think of hiring goblins to work?"

Obviously, every guest who comes here will ask such a question again. Anyway, the innkeeper, who is free, pulls a chair and sits next to him, and begins to skillfully tell them a story that has obviously been told many times. Because the mine was remote and close to the forest, it was harassed by robbers and wild beasts in the forest. It changed hands several times and was on the verge of bankruptcy. Later, a mercenary hired by the mine brought a goblin pet, and the workers had a lot of opinions about it. But the owner of the mine is more talkative, as long as the little things don't make trouble, let him go, the goblin was taught by the mercenaries to be very good, he is always clean, he doesn't hurt anyone, he doesn't steal anything, and he also helps the mercenaries with work , the mercenary got or bought a few goblins from other places later, and then the goblins gave birth to little goblins, and the little goblins gave birth to little goblins, and all the goblins learned to work for humans in the same way, as long as they were given some food Or small gadgets can be enough. When the enemy invades, they will pick up the mining hoes and swarm up. They are much more fearless than humans. With these cheap labors that are not picky at all, this poor mine finally slowly It got better.

After eating this meal that was neither lunch nor dinner, Evandel asked Phils and Alkai to stay in the hotel for a while. He was going to take Palos out for a walk. Phils used a "we I understand" eyes watched them go out the door.

Palos followed Avandell with some anxiety: "Where are we going?"

"I came to this mine, and doing business is one of the reasons. More importantly, I want to take you to a place."

"……Where?"

Evandel turned his head and looked at Palos with a half-smile: "What's the matter, you seem a little nervous?"

"I'm not nervous." Palos denied nervously.

"Oh, I see, you must have thought of something less pure again, right?" Evandel shook his head, "It's not okay for young people to think about this all day long."

"I... am not..." Palos tried to explain in extreme embarrassment, but he couldn't say anything except blushing again.

"Okay, I won't tease you." Evandel said, "Your mentor Kent once told you a story about a Templar and a little goblin, do you remember?"

"Ah..." Mentioning his mentor, Palos still felt like he was being pinched in his heart. Although he never showed it, the pain of being deceived and betrayed has not subsided at all. "You heard that too?"

"Well, I was awake too, just too lazy to talk." Evandel said, "Kent only told you half the story, and it ended when the Templars were in a dilemma between killing the little goblin or not, Do you want to know what happened next?"

"you know?"

"Well, because I happen to know that Templar." Evandel said, "He left the little goblin, and the church couldn't forgive him for hesitating and questioning his 'faith', so he was sentenced to exile."

"It's so serious?" Palos knew what a blow it would be to be exiled for a Templar who regards honor as his life and does not question the church itself like him. Not only will the coat of arms on the armor be scratched Go, even the name will be deprived, this kind of humiliation is probably worse than death.

"That Templar met me when he was wandering around like dead ashes, and I introduced him to the mine owner of the Camelback Mountain Mine. At that time, it was not Old John, but a pirate who quit his job, a lawless Also never a pious guy, only someone like him can accept exiled Templars who have no skill other than fighting got a job here, raised that little goblin and later took it in Some other goblins, and then there was this village."

While talking, they had already arrived at their destination, which was not far from the human village, just after turning around the foot of the mountain in a low-lying area, scattered on the ground were some shacks made of branches and bark, many Goblins live here, and there are naked little goblins running around, chasing and laughing.

"People!" They pointed at Avondel and Palos and yelled, "It's people! Different people!"

Almost all the goblins got out of the shack and looked this way. Palos put his hands on the hilt of his sword nervously. If so many goblins swarmed up, it would not be easy to keep the mage from retreating.

Evandel was not nervous, he squatted down and said to a little goblin who was only as tall as a puppy, "Take me to meet your elders."

"There! There!" The unsuspecting goblins pointed to a shack under a big tree.

The goblins here may be because they have been dealing with people for a long time, and they are not aggressive towards people. Palos relaxed a little, and the two of them, surrounded by a group of goblins watching the excitement, came to the shack that was bigger than the surrounding ones.

Sitting in the shack was a very big goblin. Palos had never seen such a big goblin. It was almost as big as a fat man among humans. The fat belly hangs down, almost covering the knees, and the two feet that are out of proportion to the body hang down limply. Palos bets that he should not be able to stand up long ago.

Due to the harsh living environment, it is rare for goblins to live beyond the age of ten, but this goblin must have lived for many years, and there are even age spots on his skin, and he speaks the common language, just like humans: " Evandel! Is it really you? I never expected to see you again in my lifetime, why did the color of your hair change?"

"It will change back later."

"Aha, weird things always happen to you magicians, anyway, you are welcome, please sit down!"

It’s impossible not to sit, the two big men can’t stand up straight in this shack, or their heads will smash through the roof, Evandel sat down on the dirty animal skin blanket on the ground: “See I'm also surprised that you live so long, it seems that the part of my encyclopedia about the lifespan of goblins has to be changed again."

"I can live to such an old age because the tribe has never been short of food or attacked by humans, and this is all thanks to you, and we will never forget you."

Evandel and the hobgoblin were obviously old acquaintances, but Palos didn't pay attention to their conversation. From the moment he sat down, his eyes were attracted by the things on the side of the shack.

It was a set of Templar armor, the sun god emblem on the chest was completely scraped off, leaving only glaring scratches, and beside it was a scarecrow that was more than a little ugly, wearing a tattered cloak, tied with branches, An old knapsack from nowhere is slung over the scarecrow's shoulders.