I rely on black magic to build infrastructure [Comprehensive fairy tale]

The degree is not enough, the quantity is enough

Under the transparent sky, the sun is extremely dazzling.

This place looks like a village, but also like a market. There is a tavern in front of it, and many people gather.

The moment Fran walked in, the tavern was almost indiscernibly quiet for a moment.

After all kinds of eyes swept over him, it seemed as if nothing happened, each doing his own thing.

She is now wearing a dark purple witch's robe and hood, and since she has no mirror, she doesn't know what she looks like.

Before entering the dream, Diana explained the content of the dream to her in detail.The dream under the influence of the music box is not a fixed scene, but similar to a memory. When the music box is played, you will appear in different time periods in this memory.

Since Diana restored the music box to the very beginning of the melody, what she enters now can be likened to the starting point of this memory.

Now Fran is almost certain that this memory is carried by the soul fragment of the Dark God.

It can also be said that she entered the memory of the Dark God before his fall.

The tavern was full of people, most of them were humans, but there were also a small number of orcs and even dwarves.

Fran didn't know where she was now, nor where the owner of her memory was.

Is it a bit too peaceful here?

"Why are you so careless!"

"Sorry sorry, I'm so sorry."

In a corner of the tavern, a waiter holding a tray accidentally bumped into a man who just came in while walking.

The man was dressed in a white robe and held a wooden cane in his hand, like a magician.

The waiter kept apologizing, and the male magician was persistent.

"The people in this place are all clumsy. It is indeed a place where evil gods will come."

Fran turned her head quickly, and looked sideways at the same time as her, as well as the guests sitting around.

It was as if the word "Cthulhu" was like a special button that turned on the unrest in this tavern.

"what!"

In the blink of an eye, the male wizard was tripped and fell to the ground.

There are so many people around him that he has no idea who did it.

And the eyes of the originally simple-minded waiter suddenly became sharp after hearing what he said. He squatted down and asked in a strange tone: "Sir, what did you just say?"

Fran could clearly see that the pupil of the waiter's left eye had turned blood red, and a pair of black butterfly wings appeared in the middle.

His tone is accompanied by dark magic that is full of bewitching abilities.

"You...you are an evil cult..." The magician lying on the ground, his eyes gradually became confused and cloudy, and he mechanically spit out a sentence: "I just said that I was going to eat shit."

After speaking, the magician stood up and walked towards the toilet with hands and feet.

The waiter also stood up. From the beginning to the end, the tray in his hand was extremely stable, and no drop of wine was tilted out of the barrel.

When the magician left, the other customers seemed to have made an agreement, they looked away, and continued drinking and chatting about the topic just now.

Fran: "..." She took back what she said just now, this place is far less peaceful than she imagined.

"Miss, you are very unfamiliar. Are you looking for someone?" Jiu kept thick black eyebrows, and the muscles in his hands were so strong that it didn't seem like they could be trained by bartending.

She could clearly feel the eyes of customers around him when he spoke.

"I am indeed here to find someone." Fran said calmly.

"Oh? Why don't you tell me, miss, my bar is here all the time, and I've met a lot of people near the Black Forest area. Maybe I've met the person you mentioned." The bartender said naturally.

Black Forest area?

Then, isn't this the Black Forest Kingdom in the past?

"The person I am looking for is the most sacred person in my heart, or you can say..." Flan paused, "We are all gathered here for this purpose."

Under the suspicious eyes of the bartender, Fran said the words: "May the God of Darkness bless us."

Her words seemed to set off another wave.

"Old Winter, this lady will charge my account for everything she wants to drink!" The person closest to her patted the bar.

"My tavern, what do you want to invite?" The bartender called Old Winter glared at the guest next to him, all doubts and scrutiny turned into a gentle tone, "Miss, what do you want to drink? The wheat wine here is the most mellow."

"Anything is fine."

With a smile on her lips, Fran sighed inwardly.

Who would have thought that she would enter a dark believer tavern.

He almost missed a word, so he had to go to the toilet to eat like that magician.

"Miss, is this little monster also with you?"

Little monster?

Fran lowered her head and saw Jelly Mud Boo struggling to jump up under the high chair.

Noticing that she saw it, the little thing seemed to be very happy, jumping more happily.

Fran bent down and picked it up on her knees: "I brought it."

"No wonder this little guy exudes such a thick dark power, which is more mellow than my wheat wine." Old Winter sighed.

Fran smiled politely, lowered her head and asked Xiao Bu, "Why are you here?"

This little thing seemed to be everywhere in this dream, wherever she was, it was there.

For this reason, she asked Diana specifically, who knew that the other party knew nothing about Xiao Bu's existence.

Xiao Bu's response was of course to rub Fran vigorously.

Forget it, she wasn't going to get a response from it either.

If you want to change the direction of the dream, of course you have to find the key role of the dream.

This is the memory of the Dark God, so where is the Dark God?

Memories will not appear out of thin air, this scene must have been seen or existed before.

Fran quickly scanned everyone in the tavern. They were more or less users of dark magic, but none of them were the gods she was looking for.

The bartender brought up two glasses of wine, one for her and one for the young man sitting next to her.

Before drinking, the young man clasped his hands together: "May the God of Darkness bless us."

Fran suddenly realized something. She quickly observed that not only the young people, but almost most of the customers in the tavern would sincerely pray before officially enjoying the drinks and food.

Just like Anna Sui once did.

——"Pious believers can pass their hearts to the gods through prayers."

She got it.

It wasn't that the Dark God had ever stayed here, but his believers had prayed devoutly here.

Through his followers, this tavern also existed in his memory.

"That...Mr. Winter." Fran asked softly, "Do you know how to make it easier for the gods to hear our voices?"

For this answer, Old Winter answered fluently: "Naturally, the more devout a believer, the more his voice can be transmitted to adults."

devout believer?

Fran is not.

"So, if the level is not enough, can we win by numbers?" Fran asked seriously.

Old Winter:?

……

In the tavern in the Black Forest area, many devout dark believers gather here.

The transgression and lies of the God of Light made them angry, and some areas have begun to reject the existence of dark believers.

They are gathered here to prepare for the conflict that erupts every moment

The God of Light has sent a fairy to hunt down the dark believers and the God of Darkness, and the war is imminent.

Even if the envoys have received oracles from the Lord Dark God many times, let them hide temporarily.After all, under the gossip, their influence appears weak.

The believers couldn't do it. This was the first time they violated the oracle of the gods.

Ordinary people who don't know dark magic have been protected by magic from the gods, and they must stand up.

So when a young female believer appeared in this tavern and called for everyone to pray together, no one would refuse.

Everyone was quiet and silent, the wine glasses were gently put down, and the food in their mouths was not chewed. Everyone was listening to Fran's prayer seriously:

"My lord, please listen to our prayers. Please forgive us for following, we will fight to the death for you until the last second."

All the customers in the tavern clasped their hands together, repeating her words reverently in their hearts.

"War will not make us back down, we will sacrifice our lives for you."

Someone held the butterfly-shaped necklace on his chest, and nodded in agreement while repeating.

"That despicable, evil, God of Light who was cast aside by humans will definitely be trampled under our feet..."

Although her words made everyone pause for a moment, they repeated after her within three seconds.

It's all right, despicable God of Light.

"The stupidity, filth and sin of the evil God of Light will one day be known to all living beings."

This time, no one hesitated.

Believers know that this kind of momentum will be heard by the light forces, but they are not afraid.

After praying, Fran was the first to open her eyes and check the surroundings.

It stands to reason that the God of Darkness would not like believers talking about making sacrifices for him, nor would he understand that they were crazily cursing at each other after sacrificing their front feet.

She looked inside and outside, but no special image appeared.

"Good job." It was Jiuwente who praised her.

Fran hugged Beckham and nodded, a little disappointed, what she wanted was praise, she wanted the gods to descend.

Why don't she go to the opposite store and find some light believers to scold the God of Darkness to see if she can come out?

This thought just came out, and a chill that made her uneasy climbed up her spine.

Even Xiao Bei on her lap swayed from side to side, as if he had discovered something.

The door of the tavern opened at this moment, and a figure wearing a fringed shawl cloak walked into the tavern silently.

He was against the light, so he couldn't see his face clearly, and his silver-black hair couldn't be dyed with any light, like a shadow, covering the dazzling eyes behind him.

I don't know if the surrounding believers are still immersed in the emotion of praying just now, or it is the effect of magic. Except for Fran, no one seems to be able to see this figure.

Fran would not admit it wrong, in the previous dream, the Dark God was dressed like this.

He approached her step by step, and everything around him changed quietly under the influence of his magic.

Obviously she has turned her head away, but the wine maker is still talking with her eagerly, and the believers next to her are still praising her eulogy.

Finally, she could clearly see his exquisite face like a work of art. His eyelashes were like a butterfly landing in the air, and the beauty of its wings was vividly reflected in every part of his facial features.

If you ignore his pair of ruby ​​eyes.

Without emotion, he stared at her quietly.

It wasn't until Xiaobei suddenly made a sound that Fran realized that she had been trapped in a cage with shadows as railings.

"You fairy witch, what the hell are you doing?"

Fran heard the Dark God say so.

-Complete-