Crimson Servant.

Chapter 232

"Because of Lucian."

The illusionist heard his name and turned his head.

Dalia was standing in front of him.

They had left the city of the mind flayers and were following the vague guidance of the warlock. The little priest who had something to ask for help noticed that the illusionist was absent-minded. Following the direction of his deviation, Dahlia found that Lucien was looking at the direction where the female dark elf fled.

"Are you still worried about that relative of Francis'?"

Lucien shook his head with his signature smirk on his face.

"What do you want from me? Dalia."

The illusionist did not give a direct answer.

Dalia swallowed her thoughts and asked the illusionist earnestly: "Lucien, in the last battle, I found my shortcomings in spellcasting. My magic is not effective. Both blessing and healing are shorter than I expected. This is because my skills are rusty, but there is a more important reason. I haven't prayed for a long time. Snow's patron saint must be angry at my contempt. Can I ask you for a way to please your faith? I heard from Francis that you are an excellent believer in the true God."

Lucien looked up at the two people in front of the team. Francis and John became a little depressed after realizing the identity of the dark elves. They looked worried. Maybe Dalia couldn't stand this atmosphere and came to ask for advice. However, did Dalia really think it was okay to ask a Mist Shadow believer for advice?
Whatever the outcome, it's going to be fun.

"No matter who you believe in, it is never wrong to add praise to Him in your prayers. Most pastors do this, expressing their practice and adherence to doctrine while praising God. The latter is as much an act of pleasing God as the former."

"However, the most important point is the understanding of faith."

"Do you understand your faith? Do you understand what He really needs you to do?"

Dahlia lowered her head in thought, and when she looked up, Lucien saw an apologetic face.

"I think you are right, Lucien. I don't know the guardian of the snow. I don't know his appearance or his real name. I only have a book in my family. He has been protecting my people since the Snow family came to the snow. His oracle is that we have to take care of the snow for generations, fulfill our family's responsibilities, obey our elders, and love our people."

It sounds like a weak god who is trying to enhance his status by creating a sense of mystery. Lucian thought that Lady Mist Shadow, who did not care about her own beliefs, was also an expert in deception.

However, even so, Dalia knew too little about faith. This kind of unsteady belief usually cannot form divine magic. There must be something she ignored that maintained her connection with faith.

The illusionist shrugged and made no comment on the status of other gods' priests. It was not uncommon for priests to have strange behaviors. Shar's followers would block their memories, and Loweta and Ilmater's followers had a different pursuit of pain and suffering. Not to mention himself, few people would think he was a priest, although this was also in line with the doctrine.

Lucien glanced back again, looking at a place blocked by rocks. He smiled smugly, and this smile seemed very cunning in Dahlia's mind.

"If you still have doubts about your faith, you might as well listen to mine."

"Regarding the Mist Shadow believers, I can't guarantee that this will have any positive effect on you, but it will be interesting."

Without waiting for Dalia's answer, Lucien began to talk to himself.

"The teachings of Mist Shadow are to hide the truth and find what you want from false illusions. What we pursue can be money, enjoyment, or some special emotions. Creating reality from illusions is what we are always passionate about."

"Among these actions, there is one that is the most revered and glorious religious activity of the followers of Mist Shadow. This activity demonstrates an illusionist's outstanding talent and skill, and makes great efforts to please the goddess. Only the most sophisticated illusionists can undertake this honor."

“This activity is, playing Leila.”

Lucien's eyes narrowed into a slit, while Dalia's eyes were wide open.

"In the name of God, I cast an illusion to fake the miracle of God's descent and play the role of Lady Mist Shadow. This is the honor most respected by Mist Shadow believers."

Dahlia began to stutter, and she felt that her tongue was frozen and unresponsive. Compared with the fear of the Crimson Warlock, the trembling she felt at this moment was not due to some unknown danger. This was a known crime, so when she heard it, the panic in her heart was even more profound. Pretending to be a god? ! It was not like ordinary priests who shouted loudly "for a certain god" before taking action, nor did they rely on some kind of power and authority of the gods, but they completely used mortal flesh and deception to make others believe that they were gods.

This is undoubtedly an offense, and common sense can confirm that the almighty gods would not be willing to allow mortals to impersonate themselves.

Except for Lady Mist Shadow, Dalia confirmed this by looking at Lucien's serious eyes.

Leila allowed them, no, was happy for them to play themselves.

"This is a game..."

In Lucien said proudly: "We play Leila, and Leila can play us."

"We are all illusions, we are all mist."

"The one who is exposed first is the loser."

……

Boban Thornsbeard's tentacles tightened around his kiss. The Mind Flayer stared at the red-robed man in front of him. His fearful eyes swept over the red ice chips around Selik, as well as the various ice men, fungus people, goblins, and some four-legged canine creatures whose appearances were destroyed and their original forms could not be seen behind him. This was an army of monsters.

The Mind Flayer didn't want to negotiate with the dangerous man in front of him. He had always resisted the task of communicating with this red ice monster. But now, he had to do it. There was no liaison in front of him. The main leader of the Mind Flayer had died in front of the evildoer who was causing havoc in his city.

Boban now leads the remaining forces of the mind flayers, and the monsters he once hated are now his only hope for revenge. He knows very well that the red-robed man in front of him is far more dangerous than that bane, and he is an expert in dealing with crimson magic.

Selik Snow was also surprised by this meeting, as this place was already beyond the patrol range of the Mind Flayers. He realized that the Follower that Hong Bing had sensed was the cause of the defeat of these Mind Flayers.

It was really surprising. With his understanding of the fanatics of Veltis, these deserters should not be intact. The Crimson Followers had mental defects, and the psionic energy of the Mind Flayer could amplify their madness and cause greater disasters.

Selik didn't care about the destruction. What he cared about was that once the Crimson Followers lost their rare sanity, they would become slightly more difficult to deal with beasts, which would be helpful in dealing with them.

It should be so.

Selik's frost-covered eyelids closed slightly, and he spoke to the Mind Flayer in a hoarse voice with an imperative tone: "Tell me the details, more details about the power of that favored one."

Celik's pressure made Boban start to tell everything that happened in the Mind Flayer City. Fear made the Mind Flayer not realize the relationship between the two. If he was more alert, he could also see the fate of his team from this attitude.

"A Crimson Blessed One who has the psychic power to suppress the Mind Flayer, how special."

Celik's smile caused the corners of his mouth to crack slightly. Despite his hideous appearance, Boban still saw a happy emotion on the face of the red-robed man. He knew that the other party had an idea, and his hostility towards John Kemp made him feel that he needed to add fuel to the fire.

Boban Thornsbeard said in his wet Common Tongue, "We have a deal. We spare the Snows, and you have to deal with him."

Sailik opened his eyes, his smile did not shrink, but became brighter and more dangerous, and the frozen skin on his face cracked inch by inch.

"Yes Yes……"

The red ice heard the voice he repeated like a spell and began to grow.

"Don't let anyone else find out about this."

"The secret of the Snow family."

(End of this chapter)