The magician from the time of peace

Aigers got up early in the morning. She changed four sets of clothes, combed three hairstyles, and pasted eyelashes in front of the mirror for half an hour--when she thought of meeting the goddess next, she wished she could spend a whole day coming Dressing up—casually walked out of the room, carrying a huge box—which contained all her research results in recent years—waiting for the person who was about to walk with her at the appointed place.

Ten minutes had passed since the appointed time, and no one passed by except the believers who came and went.

Twenty minutes later, Bud poked his head out and asked with an unnatural expression: "Why haven't you set off yet?" Agnes angrily threw a stone, and immediately stopped showing up tactfully.

Three or ten minutes later, an angry Agnes pulled out a firecracker from under her skirt and blasted open the door of Foster and Lamb's room.

But unlike what she imagined, where the two were sleeping in a pool on the bed, Foster was the only one in the room, and he was clearly awake, but he was sitting on the chair with his head up, staring blankly at the ceiling, without A hint of going out.

Aigers frowned her slender eyebrows, walked into the room of the stinky men with her chest in her arms, and said mockingly: "Oh, isn't this the court magician Master Foster, why is he so stupid like a soldier? Could it be that your good roommate broke your mind?"

Foster turned his neck around stiffly, looked at Agnes blankly, opened his mouth a few times as if he wanted to bicker, but finally closed it without saying anything.

The red-haired alchemist froze for a moment, and immediately strode forward, grabbing Foster's collar and shaking it: "Are you okay, why are you so sluggish, did you really get your head smashed by the son of morning light? Then So he is missing now, did he take the opportunity to run away?"

Foster came back to his senses now, and pulled the collar out of Agnes's hand in dissatisfaction: "I still want to know why your emotions are not affected at all."

Agnes withdrew her hand and blinked: "Affected by what?"

Foster jumped up—fortunately, even if he was hit, he was an emotional person: "Of course she is a goddess! She has been communicating with Vera all the time, and it seems that she may be suppressing us magicians ? I almost lost sleep thinking about this yesterday!"

So you slept well yesterday.Agnes complained in her heart, but her face was still cold: "It's none of other people's business who the goddess has a good relationship with. Are you still in the enlightenment class? The boss of your own group is not allowed to say a word to people from other groups, or you will be a traitor ?”

Although Foster often quarreled with others, he didn't develop any eloquence. He stammered for more than ten seconds before stammering: "Then, then your boss and the opponent's boss team up to deal with your own people. This is finally a traitor. Bar?"

"I just made an analogy, did you really put it in?" Agnes rolled her eyes and raised a finger: "First of all, I hope you understand one thing: Lord Nell, you are not from the school of magicians at all. , even if it is divided by faction, she should belong to the Kingdom of Nefer."

"But...but—"

"Don't interrupt me." Agnes glared at him: "Secondly, in order to avoid arousing the resistance of the people, other temples did not fully convey Lord Nell's meaning, but in this Gergwa, which has a central temple, almost everyone Lord Nell is known to dislike magic very much."

"So you've already—"

"I told you not to interrupt me!" Agnes said angrily, "And don't jump to conclusions, even if you are as witty as me, you don't know that Lord Nell hates magicians to the point where he wants to change the elemental density of the entire continent." !"

Foster didn't dare to speak now, he nodded his head and motioned for Agnes to continue.

"Thirdly, the reason why I didn't shake like you and Son of Dawn because of those letters is not because I'm not as devout as you, but because the foundation of my belief is different from yours." Agnes took a deep breath, "As long as As soon as those alchemy books are proved to be written by the goddess, then I will be her believer for a day. Even if she grows up to be Uncle Bard and dances naked in front of the palace with Vera in her arms, I will not change me. faith."

Foster imagined the Goddess Nell with the face of Bard, and shuddered and got goosebumps.

After despising her colleagues, Agnes began to care about her enemies: "Speaking of which, where did your roommate go?"

"Him? We were very depressed at the beginning. After sitting in the room for more than an hour, there was a sound of opening and closing the door outside. He stood up suddenly, rushed to the door and looked at it for a long time. He didn't know what he saw. When I saw something, I immediately cut my hair and clothes and went out." Foster recalled: "After a few hours, it was dark, he never came back, and I was very sleepy, so I locked the door and went to sleep. After waking up in the morning, I was the only one in the room, I sat and thought about my life, and you opened the door and came in."

Agnes listened, and the corners of her eyes twitched: "Did you lock the door?"

"Of course, how can you sleep without locking the door, in case there are thieves." Foster said naturally.

"I don't know if thieves will come in through the window after you lock the door, but I can be sure that the knight will never." Agnes sighed. She felt that she had been scolding the magician in front of her for so many years. It's a shame.

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As an upright and upright knight, Lamb really would not do such a villainous behavior as turning over the window, so when he finished his mind and wanted to go back to the room to rest, but was blocked by a locked door, his heart almost collapsed.

He turned left and right with the key, but the locked door could only be opened from the inside. He knocked on the door a few more times, trying to wake up the people in the room, but the only person inside was drooling from sleep at this moment. No matter how hard he hammered, he couldn't be woken up.

Lamb has mixed feelings in his heart: as Victory's major striker, he fell in love with a magician of unknown camp because of his appearance, and was coerced by him to leave the front line and do things that might be detrimental to the goddess.What happened today has overturned all his fantasies about the goddess again—although he doesn't use his brain very much, he also knows that Nell has no reason to forge those letters at all. The previous rhetoric was just deceiving himself and others to make himself feel better. ——In addition, he was kicked in a simple and clear way. It was nothing to be kicked. He had already prepared himself mentally, but...why did he feel that he had opened a way for his rival in love?

However, Lamb is quite an open-minded person. Although he was hit one after another today, he just found a corner with red eye circles, practiced sword under the moonlight for an hour, and then planned to go back to his room to sleep and let all the unhappiness go. things remain today.

However, he couldn't open the door of his room.

The grievance that had finally been calmed suddenly surfaced, and he slammed the door lock with the hilt of his sword fiercely. After a loud "bang", the door did not move at all—and the person sleeping inside the door probably did not move at all.

The quality of the door of this hotel is really good, probably only firecrackers can blast it open, Lamb thought to himself, but he is not that fiery alchemist, so where would there be any firecrackers...

He had no choice but to wander to the front desk, wake up the dozing shopkeeper, and open a new house at his own expense.

After tossing around like this, Lamb's lack of drowsiness was even more drowsy. He moved the chair to the window, quietly looked at the Nell Temple not far away, shrouded in moonlight, and couldn't help but think about it. What would the central temple of Vala look like—even now, he still couldn't lose the gods he had believed in for as long as he could remember.

Um?Lamb narrowed his eyes slightly. His good eyesight allowed him to see a small group of people gathered behind the temple. They were lined up in a neat line and listened carefully to the words of the leader.

Wu Ren's intuition told him that the late-night gathering of these people was inseparable from their actions tomorrow.

Lamb shook the sword in his hand and stood up:

Anyway, I don't have any sleep tonight, so it's better to be active.

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Agnes gave Foster a good beating, and then found Lamb's room under the guidance of the hotel owner. This is the complete opposite of Foster. The door was unlocked, the clothes were not changed, and he was lying on the quilt and breathing. Sleep soundly.

The slight sound of the door opening woke him up, and Lamb sat up, grabbed the sword placed by the bed, and looked like he was in a state of preparation for battle—although his eyes were still sleepy.

Agnes put her hands on her hips: "For the sake of the trouble my idiot caused you, I don't care about your lateness. If you can be ready to go within 10 minutes."

Lamb nodded blankly, probably because he recognized that the person in front of him was an acquaintance. He released his combat readiness and wanted to go back to sleep when he let go of the sword. He was so tired after beheading more than a dozen people yesterday.

"Bang!" There was a loud noise that couldn't be closer, and Lamb was shocked suddenly, his eyes widened in disbelief, and he looked at the smoking bullet hole only a few inches from his head. Trembling: "I, I will get up, get up!"

Agnes turned the firecracker for a while, and smiled ferociously: "Baby, don't forget, 10 minutes."

Then she left the scene like a real woman who never watched an explosion, but she only walked a few feet with her chic steps, and stopped in front of a closed door.

In front of Merris and Felix's room.

Aigers took a deep breath. Although she had just sworn yesterday that she would never come to open their door, since she was standing here and the others had already been called, she had no choice but to break her vow up.

She politely knocked on the door three times, and as expected there was no response—unlike Lamb, who was very alert, even shooting at the magician's door would not wake them up—she sighed and took He took out the spare key he got from the boss and opened the door.

At the same time, I comforted myself: I don’t need to be so afraid of being blinded. Aren’t they just friends? ...?

Aigers looked at the two sleeping soundly with their heads together and their hands clasped together, and only wanted to say one word: I'm fucked.