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"God of Arato, it's been so long, I thought something happened to you!"

"Hmm? You guys are..."

Then the words were uttered, accompanied by the sound of rustling footsteps, as if the entire "border town" was startled by the return of the five people, and everyone except the elderly and children came up.

"Jobert was injured, and I had to cut off his leg, but fortunately, his life is not in danger at the moment."

The monk from the monastery called 'Father Xiu Ji' looked at Li Re, and after receiving Li Re's signal, he cautiously went forward to greet him.

The figure approached, leaving a mess of footprints in the snow.

The remaining three people handed the sleepy man they had been carrying all the way to the people who came out to greet them, and asked them to take him to a place where he could be settled first.

One of them said, "We encountered a tide of undead and almost died."

"Luckily I met this magician."

"He also gave us a pile of flint - this is much more than what we could find ourselves!" The three men chatted one after another and patted the coal on their backs.

The people who came out of the "small town" only then noticed Li Re who came with them - to be more precise, they actually noticed him from the very beginning. After all, the ghost chariot with its flickering green flames in the wind and snow was extremely conspicuous, and the chariot pulled by bone horses and skeletons gave people a sense of mystery as if it was the path of the god of death.

They just held on to the fear in their hearts and didn't dare to ask too much.

Now after listening to what these three people said, they were sure that the people who came were not bad people - at least bad people would not give them "flint".

And as they spoke.

Li Re also leaned against the carriage, observing this border town and these people.

In his memory, there was no one near the 'Forest of the Dead' sixteen years ago, let alone a settlement like this...

"You guys are not the original residents here, right?"

He spoke suddenly.

The sound was not loud, but it drowned out the wind, snow and noisy voices, making the whole world quiet.

Ask questions if you have any.

Li Re never bothered to keep things in his heart or beat around the bush.

"Um...yeah..."

After hearing this, it was still Father Xiuji who responded.

He turned around and subconsciously showed a bitter smile on his face: "In fact, we are all 'have-nots', incomplete people who can't survive on our own."

"Although this area is dangerous, at least we can still settle down here. If we go to a prosperous area, people like us simply can't survive—"

I heard the priest's words.

Sadness and helplessness appeared on everyone's face.

The so-called people who have nothing refer to those who have no talent at all in this magical worldview. They have neither mysterious blessings nor the attention of gods. They have no strengths and nothing.

It is indeed difficult for such people to survive alone in this world.

Can only be used as a 'vassal'.

It is difficult for such people to survive in this world.

to some extent,

The danger of the Undead Tide does allow this group of people to settle down here - to avoid becoming vassals and playthings, and to avoid dying.

However, this situation did not exist 16 years ago...

"Can't even survive? It seems that in the ten years since I was away, a lot of things have happened in the Principality of Atlan."

Li Re said meaningfully.

The priest understood immediately: "There is indeed turmoil in the principality - but it is not a natural disaster, but a man-made disaster."

"Thirteen years ago, the previous Duke of Atlanta died of illness. According to the kingdom's succession law, the new Grand Duke should have been succeeded by the Grand Duke's eldest son. However, His Holiness the Holy Bishop of the Church suddenly announced that the Grand Duke's second son would be the new Grand Duke and executed the eldest son."

"In order to please the Church of Death, the second son also announced that he would sacrifice the 'people with nothing' in the country and offer them to the God of Death, Arato, as slaves."

"If people like us who have nothing hadn't run away, I'm afraid we would have been sacrificed to Arato - as a monk, I don't care, but I can't watch them die like this!"

Father Xiu Ji looked around at everyone and spoke like this.

His voice spread in the wind and snow, and the pale snow fell on their shoulders, heads, and eyebrows, like blooming flowers.

Li Re understood.

This is also something that is obvious at a glance.

He suddenly realized something and continued, "So you brought them here to escape?"

"Are you willing to abandon the watchful eyes of the gods and the divine arts you have practiced for this?"

"No wonder you didn't use the church's magic even in such a dangerous situation."

"It seems that you are more mysterious than I thought."

Although the power bestowed by God on the church is different from the power of magic, the levels are comparable. Even the lowest priests in the church should be able to perform a certain degree of "miracle" just like the magic mastered by ordinary magicians.

The priest in front of me is obviously abnormal!

"I really can't hide it from you."

Father Xiuji nodded.

Knowing this, he couldn't hide it from the legendary undead magician with the title of 'King'.

And heard these words.

The expressions on the faces of those who gathered around became increasingly sad—not for themselves, but for the priest.

Father Xiuji just laughed when he saw this: "Actually, I am doing this for myself."

“There are too many things that I can’t express.”

"But dying for one's own selfish desires - that goes against my beliefs, and I don't think Arato would accept that either!"

No, He would probably think it doesn't matter... Li Re thought about the projection of the 'angel' that he had seen in the Central Kingdom, and also thought about the 'Angel' that had descended on Jiangcheng in the real world, and the appearance that could make people's minds go to zero, and said so in his heart.

But he also basically understood the situation at hand.

I got to know more about the situation of the Principality of Atlantis.

But this was actually the first time that Li Re came into contact with the real lower-class people in this world. He had previously spent most of his time in the core of the Central Kingdom, the most prosperous area of ​​the world. In that place, everyone possessed mysteries and magic, and there were basically no people who had nothing - even if there were, they existed as vassals of the powerful, and at least their daily lives were not too bad.

however.

Perhaps these people in front of us are truly the people who have nothing.

The 'majority' who are truly on the edge of the world and are not accepted.

And now looking at them, Li Re suddenly became thoughtful.

He thought to himself, aren't these people just like the real ordinary people in his impression?

Out of reality, he also thought to himself, does such a person really have nothing?

Those tall buildings in reality.

Those prosperous civilizations.

But it was built by people like this.

They are not weak.

What is lacking is only guidance.

as well as...

Know how.

"Knowledge... words?"

Li Re suddenly understood.

Known as the kingdom's number one genius, he had been thinking about a problem for years but still couldn't figure it out. Now, looking at these ordinary people in front of him, he suddenly became enlightened!

He understood what was missing from his 'Rune'.

'Runes' are words.

And the text.

If it cannot be circulated or disseminated.

Cannot be used to carry 'civilization',

What is text called then?

He also raised his fingers more directly as if on a whim, his fingertips glowing like fireflies, seeming to tear through the wind and snow, attracting everyone's attention.

He said, “Perhaps you had nothing in the past.”

"But now, at least you have carved out your own home here."

"And next."

"I'm going to put up a high wall here."

"I'll be writing 'Rune' all over the walls."

"The words on this wall are mine and yours. You can come and see, learn and copy them."

“What you have learned is yours.” Li Re paused here and suddenly smiled happily.

He continued happily.

Then he said:

"--certainly."

"You have to pay 'tuition'!"

To spread his 'words'.

It is the biggest 'expense'!

Such words fell.

Everyone was slightly stunned.

Soon, the snow and wind were torn apart by Li Re's fingertips, and amidst the howling wind, a high wall was seen rising up outside the "border town".

The wall was covered with densely packed mysterious runes.

Looking around, it is complex and great!

...

He built a high wall.

Share the mystery with all living beings.

——《A Book Recording All Mountains, Oceans and Rivers in the Earthly World》

Chapter 512

Saints seeking blasphemers, God versus man

"The ruler of death and the underworld, the owner of all the dead souls, the source of the shining polar star, the angel of the Throne in the lower heavens - the great 'Arato', please guide me in the direction to find the whereabouts of the blasphemer."

Three days later.

The northern part of the Ariel Continent, the far north, the northern part of the Principality of Atlan.

The world covered by endless snow still looked dark and gray, and the sky and the earth seemed to be tightly joined together with no gap visible at the end.

The dark cloak worn by the figure walking among the ice and snow seemed to be swaying gently in the wind as if a pair of wings were spread out. The tall and thin figure under the cloak looked upright and strong, like a slender black shadow walking in the pale world.

At this point, he raised his head, revealing his thin face hidden under the hood, and looked up at the sky covered by dark clouds. He narrowed his black eyes slightly and chanted a pious prayer - in this way, he performed the "divine magic" given by the gods.

Soon, a faint light appeared in the hazy world, hanging high above his head, illuminating the wind and snow around him, and also illuminating a path forward.

Seeing this, the man breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that there was finally only one "way" left.

Recalling the journey from the Principality of Atlan to the north, he couldn't help but shake his head, thinking that he was indeed a 'blasphemer' who could even obscure and distort Arato's guidance.