The Hermit Project [Quick Transmigration]

Tia, the duke's mansion.

A group of servants ran errands back and forth in a hurry with their heads bowed, and a few middle-aged men who looked like deacons were directing. The atmosphere seemed a little heavy.

Seeing some slow-moving servants, the deacon couldn't help scolding them: "Be quick with your hands and feet! Be careful not to mess up. If someone knocks something down, it's not as simple as a fine!"

"Yes, yes." Several servants carrying expensive equipment broke out in cold sweat.

It seems that this time is really a big scene. Seriously, the servants are more careful.

"You said, can this ceremony be successful? Sometimes, I feel that the old duke is really crazy about believing in gods. I am a little admirable for persisting in these useless rituals for so many years." Looking at the crowd coming and going in the manor, one of the deacons standing under the eaves chatted in a low voice.

"Shh, keep your voice down. How dare you talk about the old duke behind your back, what's your life?" The colleague hurriedly covered his mouth.

"Oh, that's what I said. It's their business if they want to spend money, and I can't care about it! It's just heartbreaking, it's all money!" The deacon in charge of finance said, clutching his chest.

"Okay, don't pretend! Did you get those one or two points from it? It's good to earn some money! Fortunately, the Duke's hand is loose. If the old Duke is still in power, I don't think I'll break your leg!" Another The deacon gave him a blank look, typical of being able and cheap but also being good-looking.

Several people looked at each other tacitly, because the old duke held a so-called god-calling ceremony every year, and their pockets were bulged a lot because of it.

"Ahem, this matter has been exposed. I heard that Master Carl is coming back? Are you planning to bring Miss Gloria to visit?"

The deacons of aristocratic families are also human beings, and entertainment and gossip are indispensable on weekdays, and they have many channels, so they can find out more.

"That's right, it should be today, and I came back from Similanka. Didn't you say that all major suzerains are looking for the dark remnants recently? Is it too ostentatious for Master Karl to do so?"

Karl has joined the Dark Church, and Goliath's identity is not a high-level secret in the Duke's Mansion.

"What are you afraid of? As long as we are in Tia, can our old prince's power still be unable to stop a young master? The hands of the Illuminati Church are not that long."

Therefore, the situation of the Three Kingdoms has gradually begun to change. Tia is now the young master succeeding to the throne, and the power is left behind. The few dukes who made their fortunes in the melee of the camps have become the pillars of the country.

At this time, another servant came to report.

The deacon opened the letter and smiled at them: "I'm back, hurry up and get ready to greet them!"

"Ah, wait a minute, the layout of the old prince's place seems to be ready soon, I'm going to have a look first."

So, the two parted ways, greeted each other, arranged arrangements.

The carriage stopped, and Carl, Gloria and others got out of the car one after another. Seeing the luxurious manor in front of them, they felt envious spontaneously.

After they came to Tia to rest for a few days, Karl put forward his previous opinion, hoping that Gloria could visit the Duke's mansion with him. Gloria remembered the news of Serena, thought for a while, and agreed.

When they arrived at the entrance of the Duke's Mansion, no matter whether they were sincere or not, everyone was praising Karl as worthy of being a nobleman, with elegant speech, pure family style, and hidden secrets.

Pei Fengran didn't go for this visit because he had more important things to do.

That's right, changing the vest again.

Pei Fengran casually found an excuse to go out, and after a stroll around, he easily got rid of Astasia who wanted to follow him like a moron, then entered the manor incognito, and went directly to the altar where the ceremony was held.After all, it is a book world full of aura, and the effects of spells are soaring. If you hit him with an invisibility, even if Pei Fengran is singing and dancing on the altar, many servants around will ignore Pei Fengran.

"This is all a mess, but this can also summon gods? I'm afraid the gods are going to jump out and kill them!"

Pei Fengran lowered his head and glanced at the green emerald decoration that was placed in a more conspicuous place. It looked radiant and gentle, but Pei Fengran bent down to take a closer look. Even if he didn't know it, he knew it was a fake!This kind of stone is not even given to him!

How dare this group of people fool the gods with fake products?

Did he feel that he didn't die fast enough, or did he feel that he must not be able to summon gods?

Just as Pei Fengran was making a point, a group of people walked in. He looked up and found that there were even acquaintances among them.

"You're here? How are your preparations going?" The luxuriously dressed old duke walked around the garden hale and hearty with a cane. Even though his eyes couldn't see clearly, he still patiently checked the current progress.

"Are you still worried about my work? We attach great importance to your ceremony this time. You see, we specially invited His Royal Highness the Holy Son of the Church of Light from the holy city of Similanka for you. This year's ceremony will have a particularly good chance of success." Guaranteed! Maybe, we can also be touched by your light, and have the honor to listen to the teachings of the gods."

Dressed in a simple and elegant robe, the cunning priest with a white beard directly pushed the Holy Son Hilferd out. Even though he knew that the old duke's ceremony was just a habit every year, he never succeeded at all.

The priest kept boasting about his holy son in front of the old prince. Anyway, he could get a piece of the pie, and it wasn't his fault if he failed.A very slippery priest, more like a businessman than a priest.

With blond hair and blue eyes, and a pure and holy demeanor, Hilfield, who was wearing a white robe with dark patterns, followed them with a holy book. He didn't know whether he heard it or not, and said bluntly: "I I can only say that I did my best, after all, you also know that there have been no oracles for decades after the gods retired, not even His Majesty the Pope.”

Even His Majesty the Pope can't get it, so don't think too much about it, go to sleep, it's just unnecessary.

The implication is so unpretentious.

The recommended priest's eyes twitched: "..."

Pei Fengran secretly covered his mouth and suppressed a smile, Hill was indeed a natural black.

Both the old duke and the priest couldn't help but look at Hilfield. Is this baby really the Son of God?Is it too simple?

Although everyone knows it, isn't it slapping someone in the face when you say this?Knowing that the duke wants to listen to the oracle, but also said such a truth to hurt people, he is really a young man who doesn't know how to read people's eyes.

A deacon came to report that Karl and others came to visit.

The old duke, who had stood at the pinnacle of power for a long time, didn't care about darkness and light at all. He was even more greedy and wanted to see the gods directly. He waved to his subordinates and said, "Let them come in quickly, just in time for the ceremony, and let them purify it." soul."

Soon, Karl and others also saw Hilfield, and apart from being surprised, they didn't say anything that attracted attention.

The priest looked at the golden pocket watch in his pocket pretendingly, and reminded: "My lord, it's almost time, we can start now."

The old duke nodded: "His Royal Highness, please."

Hilfield was very dignified when he got serious. He stood in front of the altar of the ceremony and opened the scriptures, and began to follow the process of worshiping the gods of the Church of Light. He was not at all concerned that most of the scene were actually dark believers.

"... believers sincerely pray for the oracle to come..."

Pei Fengran watched his holy son holding a book and reading the lines on it, and when he saw the timing, the spell took effect, and a dazzling light flashed around him.

Suddenly, the day was bright, and a golden divine light covered the altar, and the whole manor was clearly visible. The golden light was like a huge human figure with a crown, flowing slowly in the air, like golden star river sand.

The voice is mellow and elegant.

"I hold the light, can you be a follower of the light?"

Everyone: "!!!"

There really are oracles!

"...Er...Er..." The old prince clutched his chest in an instant, almost passed out, overexcited, joy turned into sadness.

Some people supported the old prince, while some people were still flustered.

The holy son Hilfield, who really summoned some kind of existence, is holding the book and looking out of state, but he has become the calmest one now.

He raised his head, his blue eyes were clear to the bottom, staring at the majestic golden quicksand that Pei Fengran had disguised.

Then, he really knelt down.

"Illuminati, Hilfield."

The important person disappeared, so Pei Fengran could only stand on top by himself. He acted as if he hadn't seen his son's movements, endured the shame, spoke slowly and ethereally, and tried his best to read his lines as if he was looking down on everyone.

"The twilight of the gods is coming. It's hard for us to live, and it's even harder for you. If you want to survive, you have to start the war of gods!"

"With the blood of gods, the bones of gods, and the soul of gods, a way of life for all worlds is forged."

Then, Pei Fengran looked down at everyone with pity, especially the old duke, who had been waiting for the oracle all his life.

"The oracle comes, the final battle."

After the golden color disappeared and the scenery returned to normal, everyone around the altar came back to their senses, but they didn't know what to say.

Looking at each other in blank dismay, he hesitated to speak.

They just came to participate in the annual routine visit to the Duke's Mansion to please, why did the style of painting change suddenly this year, an oracle really came!

The old fritter's priest finally felt that something was wrong: "He... that one, what did he just say? What oracle, what final battle?"

Obviously eloquent, but the priest's teeth are chattering now, and his whole body is cold.

Gloria took Anton's arm, and finally showed some of the fear she should have at this age: "Anton, what is God War? Are we going to die? Or is everyone going to die?"

Anton bowed his head, not knowing how to comfort the little girl.

Hilfield, who bowed to his faith very respectfully, waited for the golden light to dissipate before slowly getting up. He noticed something at the first time, and stretched out his hand to signal everyone: "Look at your wrist, is there something extra?"

"What more?"

Everyone bowed their heads together, and found that there was a trace of gold on the wrists of everyone present, but it was visible but intangible, which was very miraculous.

Anton frowned, and cautiously raised his hand to rub it twice. This was related to the gods. He had to think twice: "What is this golden one? A blessing or a curse?"

Although he felt that the God of Light should not be so stingy, but they are followers of the Dark Cult, it is better to be vigilant, maybe this thing is a blessing to the Illuminati, but a curse to them.

Hilfield gathered his sleeves and said: "I tend to be the blessing of the gods, after all, we are the first batch of people who listened to the oracle. However, according to what the God of Light said just now, the battle of the gods is fully launched, and I am afraid it will be soon. All the churches in the three suzerain countries will receive this oracle."

"Lord Duke!"

In the next second, the old duke, who thought about the oracle every year, was so stimulated that he passed out completely.

The author has something to say: Pei Fengran: I just want an oracle, I will satisfy you!

Old Duke: It was too exciting and fainted on the spot.