This Cheat Is Too Much

This Cheat Is Too Much Chapter 22

Karina shouted for the driver to stop the carriage, lifted her skirt and jumped into the muddy road, and helped the muddy old man beside the muddy road .

The old man wiped the muddy water on his face and said with a smile: "hehe, as expected of the first intellectual pope, people have been dead for thousands of years, a broken log used to roll parchment , almost tore my old bones apart."

Karina dragged the old man back into the carriage and put away the parchment angrily. "I knew it would be like this, I should have kept it from you!"

The old man spat out the mud in his mouth, took out a silk handkerchief and cleaned the mud on his face, laughed The ground apologized: "Don't be angry, don't be angry, I just want to see the quality of this thing and estimate the approximate price."

"Teacher, what price do you estimate! This is the holy relic of the first Pope, so it's fine to keep it privately. As long as the Church of Knowledge is not dissolved, who would dare to buy or sell it privately?"

The old man pouted in disapproval. "What happened to the holy relic, it's not like I haven't sold it."

Karina knew very well about her teacher's stinky problems, coldly snorted tugging at the wrinkled skin on his face.

"It's been sold! A sacred relic of the seventh rank of the natural sequence, the Divine Punishment on it makes you more than thirty years old, do you look like a fifty-year-old this year? Pippi on the face Ninety-year-old people are wrinkled, and they still want to sell the sacred relics of our knowledge church, and when they are careful to let go, they will be turned into idiots!"

The old man waved his hand cheekily. "That's old stuff. You were only five years old when you remembered so clearly what you were doing. Anyway, it's a lot easier for you to have this stuff. You use him to check out Bartlell Elon, and you'll know why I'm not optimistic about the Farrells. As for the quill, devil beast feathers above Level 4 should be enough."

The round-faced girl looked at her teacher with suspicious eyes, but she still took out a jet-black feather. The pen, without any ink, wrote Bartel Elon's name directly on the front of the parchment.

When she finished writing the last stroke, the jet-black quill blew up like a punctured balloon, and the black fine velvet snow fell on the parchment, and slowed it down. It slowly seeped in, and lines of thin ink immediately appeared on pale-yellow's paper.

Karina frowned, pouted her mouth and blew off the excess fine wool, squinted her eyes and carefully examined the ancient scroll of the zebra, trying her best to identify the words above in the large spots.

"en? He is the ancestor of the dukedom in the north? Isn't that tantamount to exchanging territory with Falan? That's a complete overthrow? Wait! The gate of the dead kingdom! The first Pope Apollo of the God of Light What is the bloodline of original sin?"

Karina's expression became more and more solemn, and she habitually put her thumb to her mouth and bit it.

"Falan is one of the exits of the Gate of the Dead? Are all the grand dukes of the Seven Dukedoms mixed-race demons? In order to suppress the Gate of the Dead, the descendants of the Seven Dukedoms are absolutely not allowed to be killed?

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What a joke! Demons are born to be professionals above the fourth rank, and the mixed race is at least third rank. That Peter can't even beat an ordinary person, so how could he be a demon!"

Parchment Scroll The text that appeared on it was extremely dense, but those light ink marks were gradually fading and dissipating.

Karina frowned in dissatisfaction, took out a quill from the ring again, and wrote Bartle's name again and again. In just ten minutes, she actually used five or six quills. The eyelids of the old man beside him jumped.

"Karina... or let me tell you, you are using the feathers of the fourth rank black-tailed crow, and there are not a lot of them in the Chamber of Commerce..."

"Shut up!" Karina, whose face was gradually dripping with sweat, tightened her face, took out a black quill again, and wrote again without the slightest hesitation.

"Karina...this thing is very expensive, ten feathers cost 5,000 gold gold,

the key black-tailed crow is too difficult to catch, this thing is not good for money Buy it, do you want to save some..."

Karina completely ignored her master's thoughts, pursed her lips and took out the 11th quill, and after writing a few more strokes, the feathers exploded opened, and along with the quill, there was also the fragile heart of the old man.

"Ka... Kari..."

"so that's how it is!" Karina put out a long breath and spread the scroll on her skirt with relief.

"The blood of the seven Dukedom's direct descendants has been mixed with the blood of seven kinds of demons, the Berserker Demon, the Indolent Demon, the Mammon Demon, the Demon Fly, the Succubus, the Serpent Whale Demon, and the Fallen Angel. Each of these types of demons represents a most primordial desire, and those who conquer the land of Falan are the saints who are completely above desire.

Conquering the most extreme with the blood of sin It's just a man-made saint! No wonder! No wonder there are always only seven dukedoms in this land, and there will be a war every five hundred years or so! To think of such a method to suppress the gate of the dead country, Lord Apollo really As expected of the strongest pope known as the 'holy light slaughter'!"

The old man beside him looked at the down scattered all over the floor with heartache, and covered his heart with some discomfort.

"Well... that's basically what it means, anyway, the only one who can become the ruler of this land can always be the descendants of these seven Dukedoms, Falan I defeated Elon, but only with ' Pride has replaced rage, and Falan's order has never changed. Compared with the replacement of kingship, ensuring the birth of 'saints' is the only mission of the seven dukedoms."

Karina nodded, looked thoughtful and said: "Since Falan I unified this land, then the saint of the previous generation is that Falan I? In the book I read, it was written that Falan I suddenly died on his 40th birthday. He disappeared and has never been seen since, did he go to close the gate of the dead country and die in battle?"

The old man nodded slightly, but then shook the head again and sighed. "It can be considered a death in battle, but it's a bit troublesome to explain. Well, let me ask you a question first. Karina, what kind of existence do you think a saint is?"

Karina was stunned for a moment, she really hadn't thought about this.

After recalling the books she had read, she hesitantly memorized the definition: "Saints are the beloved elect of True God, and they are often ordinary persons with pure minds or strong obsessions. , capable of carrying a Divine Force that far surpasses other humans, and is the best carrier of divine descent..."

When she carried it back here, she suddenly felt that something was wrong. "Wait, haven't the True Gods come for thousands of years? If there is no True God, then Falan I is just a third-rank Great Knight, why should a third-rank professional close the door of the dead country?"

The old man replied with a smile: "You already said the answer."

"When did I say...the Divine Force that carries far more than others??? Isn't that so-called saint a big Divine Force bomb!"