The little pastor is taking care of the weirdness of divinity

Chapter 64 The Shadow of the Past
8 hours ago, the Northern Continent at night.

Northland is a place where winter never ends. Poetry, winter and death are the three things that cannot be escaped in this land.

At this time, the stars were shining brightly in the night, and more than a dozen men and women were singing and dancing around the bonfire.The bonfire was swaying and dancing in the biting night wind, next to it was the body of the silver-white dragon.

The heroes of Frost and Snow are celebrating having just robbed the lair of a mature white dragon.

In the previous battle, what surprised them was that this white dragon was actually infiltrated by the breath of hell and had purgatory bloodline, making the white dragon that should be afraid of fire have fire resistance.

The leader of the heroes, the poet of the North, faced the flickering firelight, his handsome face under his silver hair reflecting the flickering light in front of him.

Then, the poet began to tell the story of this winter night——

The story of paladin Aaron Cantillon.

“It doesn’t surprise me that this white dragon is contaminated by the blood of hell, after all, this land belonged to the devil in the past.

“Where we stand today, there once was a city, a city built and controlled by the devils of hell.

"The devil completely dominates this winter city, imparting pain, jealousy, order, evil and strife in the city to ensure that its tainted souls can remain in the [lawful evil] camp. Every baby is born At the first cry, his or her soul is condemned to some great devil in hell.

"For 1000 years, a steady stream of souls were transported from this city to hell,

"Until another new baby is born in this sinful city,

"Future Free Paladin, Aaron Cantillon..."
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Thousand-story city, the 666th floor of Rainbow Castle, the world's largest magic tower, the city of the living dead, the Street of the Dead.

This level of Rainbow Castle is a community composed entirely of the undead, where the boundaries between life and death become blurred.

The ghost lady who has been dead for thousands of years dances in the square. The dance she has practiced over the past 10 centuries has an elegance that is unmatched by any living human being...
Ghouls who can control their own sanity gather together with the undead to drink in the tavern; the little skeleton who has turned on his intelligence hides in bed and trembles because of listening to horror stories...
The vampire holding a parasol was complaining to his friends on the road about the red drink that had increased in price, and scolded his boss for being a vampire...

In the "Shadow of the Past" tavern in the corner, the ghost bartender Qiu is telling his guests about what he saw centuries ago.

Today, the guest in front of the bartender is a girl dressed in simple white linen clothes. Her skin is pale and does not look like a living person. She claims to be a priest of the death domain who serves the deathrattle girl——

The ghost bartender used the ghost's telekinesis ability, delivered the wine to the girl in white cloth, and told stories from centuries ago:

In that era, even if a ghost retained all its personality during life, it still had no citizenship rights, let alone inheritance of property.And even if the undead are able to control their own reason and are not malicious, they are still regarded by the public as objects that should be wiped out.

Necromancy is considered taboo in almost all cities and villages, especially those that evoke the undead.

The lords would rather let the serfs suffer the ravages of manual labor day after day at the cost of early death than let unconscious skeletons work.

At that time, the spell used to detect the alignment of creatures still worked perfectly.But even if the skeleton is evoked with the remains obtained with the consent of the deceased, if it is used too many times, it will still be deflected to the evil camp in the [Nine-Gong Grid Camp] and exposed as the bright red light in the [Detect Evil] spell.Compared with the spells that control the will of living people, the spells that control corpses are considered a sin by the universe.

"Then I met him, the Dark Apprentice, the Necromancer, Ai.

“He is the kindest and purest child I have ever met, almost like an angel who is willing to take risks for strangers who have nothing to do with him.

"He improved the details of creating undead spells, eliminating the possibility of all undead leaking negative energy and causing disasters.

"But even so, because he created too many undead creatures, Ai could only barely stay in the neutral camp. Even though this thin and cute child was actually using mindless skeleton servants to save the famous hero who was unwilling to save people.

“I asked Ai, is it worth it? Is there something unfair about the universe’s yardstick of right and wrong?

"He told me in a tone of describing things that are taken for granted. The so-called [Nine-Gongge Camp] is a label that the world puts on people's behavior. It is just a natural law like an apple falling to the ground.

"People who belong to a certain camp do not do things because of which camp they are in, but because they do what they believe they should do to show the corresponding camp. Just like, people who do good should not do it to make themselves Don't do good until you look better when detected by spells.

“The most important thing is that the will of the universe is not more qualified than any insignificant mortal to evaluate right and wrong.

"Today, it has become more and more difficult to detect the camp using magic, but simply using necromancy to create undead creatures will no longer be judged as an evil act by the [Nine-Gongge Camp] and will not cause the camp's axis of good and evil to deviate. I don't Know what causes this.

"Unfortunately, less than a year after I got to know Ai, I learned of his death - he died from the resurrection of the Godly Blighter, and his flesh and soul were swallowed up together, staying in his most beautiful years.

"I really want him to see the Starry Kingdom today, an era when a skeleton is used to sweep the sidewalks, ghosts can vote, and undead and vampires can walk on the streets...
In front of Chabron's eyes, the reflection outside the windowpane of [Lightning Train] finally changed back to what it is today.

The Elf Druid lady who spoke to the Ancient Tree of Wisdom disappeared.The pirate, swigging rum, disappeared.The free paladin who drew his holy sword disappeared.The undead apprentice, who was so thin that he seemed to be blown over by the wind, disappeared.

"Hey, if only they had existed for too long."

——This kind of thought flashed through Chabron's mind and disappeared without a trace, like salt melting into water.

Now he is still the sun priest of the eternal light.

Chamberlain stopped short of recalling his role in Nightfall.

What he and Mera were riding was not an ordinary [Lightning Train], but an anomalous project that had yet to be contained!

　The Deathrattle Girl, one of the Nine Gods, is known as the "Pale Dancer of Love and Beauty", "The God of Sufferers", "The Mother of Gravekeepers", and "The Lord of All Non-Evil Undead".This priest of the goddess is one of the few living people who frequents the "Shadow of the Past" tavern.

　　Thanks to book friend [2020012···7675] for the reward.

　　
　
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