Praise of the Light to the Dark Knight

The so-called morning prayer in the Temple of Light means that they are not allowed to go back to sleep early in the morning, and they all get up and huddle together in an auditorium, listening to the expression of "you are all guilty, but I forgive you" on the face of the priest presiding over the morning prayer, using the most embarrassing expression. The drowsy tone of the person, talking about how the God of Light is kind and how he blesses the world, and then accompanied by the cheering chorus of other priests next to him, is simply the biggest test for early sleepers.

Shadowmoon has never had such a boring gathering, and once a day?Priest Siyue doesn't want to hold a meeting once a year. Once a meeting is held, someone will definitely be beaten by him. If it is the kind with believers participating, it will be even more terrifying. The great priest is only responsible for standing on the stage and sneering, let alone scaring children into tears , Even peers can't sleep at night.

——So, this kind of morning prayer, hello, my world is so beautiful, is a very novel experience for Etgaya, especially the priest who is beside him puts his hand on his heart and softly sings an unknown the ballad.

The lyrics are also vaguely nonsense about the virtues of the God of Light, but let Yalan sing, and Etjaye feels that he will not get tired of singing in a loop all day long.

After the morning prayer, Yalan was still standing where he was. The two of them stood by the door. Every passerby greeted him with a smile on their face, and Yalan would reply with a greeting like "God of Light blesses you all well". Et Gaya was confused, and then he noticed something strange.

"Is everyone happy?" Et Gaya approached Yalan and whispered, "The temple should receive a lot of people who come to confess every day. The kind of person who wants to howl after a slap in the face."

Yalan also quietly replied: "You guessed right, even in the central hall, we have to listen to a lot of people crying and complaining about strange things every day. The worst thing is that we may receive many nobles, and then we are forced to listen to a bunch of us A gray secret that I don't want to know at all."

"It's obviously worse for you. There are always nobles with dirty minds who use their dark thoughts to speculate on others. They don't believe in God's faith and vow not to participate in politics at all, and then secretly send killers to kill the poor priest who just listened to his nonsense today. .” Et Gaya sneered.

Yalan: "That's right, I meet killers up to five times a day, and they're all third-rate."

And here and there all smiles, without exception.

"Then the effect of magic is obvious." Yalan seemed to have said enough of the blessing of the God of Light, and walked to a corner first, and Et Gaya followed. He continued, "When God created the world, since God gave us life, Negative emotions such as fear and fear show that they are not useless, just like day and night coexist, light and darkness will always accompany each other, as an individual, it is absolutely not allowed to be happy but not angry of."

Atgaya spread his hands and looked around, saying, "That would be a mess."

Yalan said: "Let's inquire about the manor first. In conspiracies and tricks, a strange outsider will always be suspected first."

Before they could move, a mother happened to walk in the door, holding a child in her arms. The child was unconscious, with his head tilted to one side, and his body was still stained with blood, as if he was about to die.

The priests in the branch hall went up to meet him, and the mother smiled and said, "My child was naughty and fell from a tree. The doctors in the city said they could do nothing. Only God can save him."

——Only God can save, so the subtext is to prepare for the funeral.

Et Gaya, who was on the sidelines, was astonished: "You are still laughing like this?"

The priest who received her was also full of joy, as if he was about to do a happy event like a delivery and baptism, rather than preparing to say the last prayer for a child who was about to die.

"Look, I just finished talking, and it will be messed up." The knight seemed to be more surprised and sighed, with a little complacency.

Yalan sighed silently, stepped forward, and said, "I'm sorry to bother you, can you let me see this child?"

Seeing that it was the priest from outside, they handed the child to Yalan, who took it gently. It was a seven or eight-year-old boy who fell from a height, his mouth and nose were covered with blood, and his body was limp. Lie down, I don't know how many bones were broken.

Yalan touched his heart, the pain was tormenting the child, but what was more frightening was that there was a smile on the child's mouth, it didn't look like he was dying in pain.Yalan continued to keep his hand on the boy's heart, and softly chanted a spell. Following the long and complicated spell, bright golden light began to radiate from his palm. He chanted a high-level healing spell, and then poured a large amount of holy light poured into the child's body.

Et Gaya had heard the priests and the child's mother singing praises to the God of Light.

After a while, the light dissipated, and the boy miraculously opened his eyes, but Yalan told those who were full of hope: "Sorry, he was hurt too badly, and he is too young, so I can't keep him."

The forcibly injected holy light brought the boy back to a short-lived consciousness, making the pain numb and comfortable. He looked at the man who was holding him, with platinum long hair hanging down his face. The light is brilliant, a piece of gentle and bright.

"Are you sent by God to pick me up?" the little boy asked sniffling.

Yalan nodded with a smile and said, "Yes, you are going to a far away but beautiful place, which is the garden of God. It's just that God said, when you come to Him, don't climb trees again."

"We saw someone stealing the corpse from the cemetery, so we climbed the tree to see clearly." The boy seemed to be afraid that the messenger of God would get angry with him, and hurriedly explained, "And I didn't fall by myself, I'm not that stupid, I was shot down."

"Shoot it down? Who, what did he use to hit you?"

But the little boy shook his head and replied: "I don't know, I didn't see anything, but I just felt like I was beaten. When I grow up, I want to be a sheriff, even a guard. I can catch bad guys!"

Unseen attack?Yalan was the first to think of the mage's spell, but the little boy could no longer answer him. A pair of small hands grabbed his hanging long hair: "You said, will God let me be his magistrate?"

The light was slowly dissipating in the child's eyes, then Yalan lowered her head and kissed his forehead, and replied with a smile: "Yes, the God of Light is short of a magistrate who is as brave and righteous as you."

"That would be great." With that, the child looked up into the priest's lake-green eyes until his own eyes could no longer reflect any color.

The family members of the deceased didn’t seem to need to listen to the consolation of “sorry”, because in Et Gaya’s view, they were not sad at all, thanked Yalan sincerely, and continued to work on the little boy’s funeral. It seemed that Yalan was the only one who felt sad for the child's untimely death.

Yalan stepped back and said to Et Gaya: "The plan has changed, let's go to the cemetery first."

Etjaye grabbed the paladin who pitted him yesterday: "Hey, how many cemeteries are there in this city?"

Fortunately, the paladin brother still looked terrified when facing him, "Generally, people have cemeteries when they die, and cemeteries in cities are very cheap. Only unowned corpses or criminals will be taken to the cemetery for unified disposal."

"Don't talk nonsense, of course I know, just tell me the answer!" Etjaye slapped the table, and the paladin brothers trembled again.

"Okay, there are only two, one is in the east suburb of the city and the other is in the west suburb of the city."

That is to say two directions, completely opposite, which is wonderful.

The little boy who died did not explain which tree by the cemetery he climbed, and his family did not know that the child was driven back by the guards called by his companions, and the children were taken away by their families. The guards had already returned to their posts, Yalan and Etjaye couldn't be bothered to ask the dead boy's mother at this juncture, even if the other party didn't have a temper at all due to the influence of inexplicable spells.

This city of Xialan is already very close to the dense forest in the south. There are many trees everywhere, and there are many in the city, all of which are tall. Any tree can fall and kill people, so they can't use this to judge which cemetery is.

"It's not difficult to run for a while." Yalan walked out of the door lightly, while Et Gaya sighed behind him.

"Isn't it difficult? Xialan City is not a small village. As a priest, you walked from the east to the west of the city. It took a day to pass, and it was dawn the next day when you came back. Do you want to live in the cemetery in the middle of the night? A lich jumping outside?"

The priest who was about to go out spread his hands: "Everything has to be solved in the same way."

Are you not tired?Etjaya stared at his back and shook his head.

Although stealing a corpse is not a good thing, but there are very few things that use the corpse, so in the eyes of ordinary people, it is very rare to go to the cemetery to steal the corpse.So when Yalan asked a team of guards for their assistance in the investigation and borrowed horses from them, the guards almost arrested Yalan as a drunkard.

"There is no way, let's go." Yalan felt that the reason why he was not arrested was because of the magic circle that absorbed negative emotions, and the guards only thought he was funny, so they let him go.

Each branch of the temple is located in the center of the city. Because the temple claims to not favor any side, it is located in the center. It was going well, so Et Gaya hoped that their first direction was right.

The Dark Knight has never been a nosy creature, and their style of conduct in the Dark Temple is still very worthy of the word darkness. If it is Et Gaya himself, he will put oil on the soles of his feet as soon as he sees something wrong, but the light God's good priests—referring to those like Yalan—would never do this. When they passed a pit and saw someone inside, they would definitely jump down without hesitation.

While walking towards the cemetery, Etgaya was thinking, if he didn't meet this priest this trip, it would be a great loss.

Just after noon, they walked to the eastern cemetery. This journey was an understatement for the knight. If he hadn't worried about the priest, he could run very fast. When they reached their destination, Yalan had to find a tree to lean against for a while. He has been refusing to let Etjaya carry it.

How many things can be done while carrying it!

Etjaye had to suspect that Yalan might have seen through his plot.

After resting for a while, Yalan waved to him, signaling him to come over, and then reached out to touch his cuff. Etjaye was surprised to find that there was also a small space magic circle hidden in the priest's cuff—how much does it cost!

Yalan took out a small bottle of silver-white powder from his cuff, uncorked the bottle and poured it on Etjaye without saying a word.

"What is this?" The knight tried not to hide, so his head and face were covered with powder, and he felt that it looked like the bright eyeshadow powder that the noble lady put on before attending the banquet.

"This is the powder made from the dried tail of the firefly. It is the material for magic spells. Don't rub it! I only have this bottle!" Seeing that Etjaye seemed to want to wipe off the stain on his mouth, Yalan hurriedly shouted said a word.He sprinkled a third of the powder in the bottle on Atgaya's head, and said, as a matter of course, "Don't look at me so suspiciously, although I know only a little bit of tricks for illusions, such as Make you a sheriff in the eyes of the cemetery guards over there, rest assured, they are all ordinary people, even if they are tricks, they will never be exposed."

After he sprinkled the powder, facing Et Gaya's horrified eyes, he chanted two incantations like singing, and then said: "Okay, go ask Mr. Sheriff."

"But I haven't changed at all!" Etjaye looked down at himself.

Yalan grabbed his shoulder and turned him around, then pushed him forward: "Of course you can't see the change yourself, what you think is transfiguration, not illusion! Illusion is an illusion for outsiders, don't worry, They will regard you as the most vicious sheriff in the city, go, the spell will lose its effect after a while!"

Et Gaya couldn't help but continue to wonder, is the arcane magic cast by a divine spellcaster really reliable?

The two guards in the cemetery, who were carrying the dead body, immediately saw the "sheriff" approaching. They quickly greeted them, wiped the hands on their pants that had just touched the dead body, nodded and bowed, that The older ones are about to stick their heads to the ground.

He said, "Good day, Lord Corey!"

That should be the name of the sheriff created by the magic phantom in his eyes?Etjaye pondered the vigor of a town sheriff, and waved his hands: "I'm here to ask questions, you must answer me honestly!"

"My lord! The little one didn't do anything!" The old man and his assistant said together.

After the young assistant finished shouting, he lowered his head and muttered, "At most, I'm a little lazy..."

Really can't hide things, should we say they are ignorant or simple?Atgaya's face was sullen, and he wanted to laugh, and then the older man immediately slapped the assistant, and he began to confess without even asking Atgaya.

"At most, we are not rigorous when registering the corpses, and sometimes the numbers don't match up, but these are all homeless people in the city, who cares!" The old man bowed hurriedly, "We don't dare anymore, My lord, I really don’t dare to do it anymore!”

The assistant still couldn't control his mouth: "Except for the sale of two complete male corpses last month—"

"Shut up!" the old man yelled, "At most, noble lords or wealthy businessmen exchange death row prisoners. This kind of thing happens in any city. Someone came to steal it two days ago..." He thumped halfway through his sentence Kneeling down, pulling Et Gaya's trousers, shouting, "No more, no more, it's really over!"

Et Gaya was silent for a moment, then continued to ask with a cold face, "Did any children come over in the morning?"

"There are no dead bodies of children these days!"

"I said live!"

The old man asked blankly, "Why send the living ones to the cemetery?"

Etgaya turned around indifferently and left without wanting to say a word of nonsense. The two people behind him happily shouted "Slow down, Mr. Magistrate" as if they had survived a catastrophe.

Yalan, who was hiding behind the tree, gave him a victory gesture, and the knight hid behind him, asking, "Did you do something?" This confession was too neat, and he spit it out without asking anything. .

Sure enough, Yalan nodded, and said with his usual gentle smile: "Yes, besides the illusion to make them see the sheriff they are most afraid of, I also released an intimidation technique, which caused mental coercion." Very convenient for interrogation."

"...I really always thought that priests were responsible for healing and taking care of others." Et Gaya said with a sullen face.

But Yalan sighed: "Ah, yes, but there is no other way, many prisoners in the courtroom are very resistant to whips, and the judges feel that the use of torture in the Temple of Light will attract criticism, so they have to ask the priests to practice it." Intimidation technique, fortunately, the priests will heal them, and there will be no accidental deaths of prisoners during the interrogation process."

Once again in a confused silence, Et Gaya seemed to feel that the Temple of Light should be similar to the Temple of the Shadow Moon, and it was also a place with a different appearance.