savior epic

Chapter 165 Embers of Destruction

Chen Yi looked at Josko's face.

Dressed in a black robe, with wrinkled face and stooped body, he has pointed ears, and his eyes cannot be said to be kind, but a kind of indifference. On his body, the breath of dead soul is very strong.

"Are you the Josko who refuses to die?" Chen Yi asked.

"It's me." Josko scratched his head and said, "Did you hear it from those talkative elves?"

"good."

Josko nodded. He looked up and down the carriage crowded in the bedroom, and then said: "Then, let me meet you. I am Josko. As you can see, I am an elf dead soul. This body , used to be a king who ruled the elves, but he really didn't know how to use the old sayings sparingly, and he tried to enter the ancient holy city to explore the mysteries of magic, so I stole this body through his old sayings."

Chen Yi listened silently, and Josko made no secret of his body theft, speaking frankly and frankly.

"A Keshi, a Yavin, and a Junzhi elf." Josko glanced at them, "It's the first time I've seen a team without a Shanbu."

"That being said, I have always been a devout follower of the Lord of Suffering." Chen Yi introduced herself, "My name is Chen Yi, this is Lomeah Hansi, and this is Cenduil, we bodyguard."

"Well, I don't care about your origins, I only act according to the contract, believers of the Lord of Suffering." Josko spread his hands, and Yizhen Wen continued: "As you can see, this is the residence of Grand Duke Daniel Mansion, since he and his family have passed away for many years, this place belongs to me now. Regarding my place, there are a few rules."

"What rule?" asked Cenduil.

Josko glanced at her, who is also an elf, and said: "First, two meals will be prepared for you here, at noon and afternoon; In this mansion, I will provide you with shelter as much as possible; [-]. You are guests here, and I entertain you as usual, but you must fully respect the rights of the master, which is very important; [-]. If it is not necessary, I don't recommend that you leave the mansion," Josko paused, and said, "I don't see such a rational dead soul."

After explaining all the rules one by one, Josko was no stranger to visitors like them, and his tone was neither friendly nor overly indifferent.

"Maybe I've seen someone more sensible than you." Chen Yi smiled.

"You are very humorous. But forgive me, I really can't imagine it." After Josko finished speaking, he heard Amanda sniffing the horse's nose a few times, stepped back, stroked the wall and said, "Wait a minute, I have to put Take down this wall and let your carriage go out, you have to be thankful that this is the first floor."

Then Josko waved his hand to signal them to back away, Chen Yi nodded, and they took a few steps back.

Josko put his palms on the wall and chanted a mantra.

A magic circle appeared in his palm and was projected onto the wall.

Boom.

The entire wall began to disintegrate from its base, dissipating section by section, and the smoke and dust rolled up.

When it subsided, only a little dust and gravel remained on the ground where the wall stood.

Josko patted his wrinkled hands, and then he raised his hand to signal that the horse and carriage could be taken out.

Cenduil took the reins of Amanda and led the horse and carriage to the corridor. Josko led the way, passing through a mirror corridor filled with religious paintings and portraits, and came to the hanging crystal lamp hall.

Chen Yi looked at the door, feeling cold to the touch, it seemed to be made of huge stones, coated with a layer of ancient brown wood paint.

Josko put his hands on the door and pushed it open.

Cenduil led Amanda, took it out of the carriage, and followed Josko's instructions to the stable not far away.

After setting up the horse and carriage, Cenduil returned to the mansion.

Chen Yi looked at the splendid hall.

The brazier hangs from the beams, the walls are made of large rocks, and there is not much dust. It seems that Josko sweeps it often. There are rows of tables and chairs on the floor, and a large floral carpet. It is used in the hall, and the most conspicuous thing in the hall is undoubtedly the true religion icon in the center and the pagan portrait hanging behind it.

"It seems that this Grand Duke Charles obeys the two masters." Chen Yi said.

Josko followed his gaze and said with a smile: "This is actually very common. Under the fear of destruction, people will beg for the protection of various gods.

And a thousand years ago, more than half of the saints in this city converted to the King of My King.The belief of the true religion has collapsed in this holy capital without knowing when.Perhaps, this is also the reason why the Pope of the Nazhen Sect organized the bishops to rebuild the scriptures. "

"You are familiar with that time?"

"...I was still alive at that time." Josko pointed at this body, and laughed at himself: "It's not this old look, but a famous elf scholar who haunted the banquets of the upper-class nobles. Meet the living saint in his childhood."

Josko in front of him had seen St. Vinacana who shed silver blood for the Holy Capital, and Chen Yi couldn't help being curious about it.

"What kind of saint is that?" Chen Yi paused, and explained: "I used to be a true believer, and later converted to the Lord of Suffering."

"So you're curious, I'm not surprised, and it's not the first time I've been inquired about the living saint." Josko raised his chin, pondered for a moment, and then slowly said: "To be honest, I just I met her once when she was a child, and I heard that she was withdrawn, you know, a common problem of the disabled. Her legs were paralyzed, and it is said that she recovered under the miracle of the Lord. I don’t know the details. All I know is that it's a cursed family.

On the day I saw her, she still couldn't stand up, sitting beside her father, king and queen mother, she didn't have a good look at everyone who came forward to salute her, and even spoke ill. "

"Oh? I've never seen such a thing." Lomea, who was listening silently, was surprised. She had never seen these records in scriptures and history books.

"Which book will record the imperfect appearance of a living saint?" Josko paused, rubbing his chin and said, "let alone the last living saint. She shed her holy silver blood and saved everyone's life." Faith. You will not know how aggressive the group of pagans who converted to paganism are, demanding that the new king convert to the king of our kings and wait for the judgment to come.

Now that I think about it, I can only feel that it was a difficult time. The new king she supported was the last true believer king in this holy city.The night before the pale showers, martyred in the flames of heathens.It can be said that this entire city is the embers of the destruction at that time. "

　I'll see if I can cheat a few chapters and push it back!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)