Chapter 3573: Foreign Aid

The red sun rises.

Dawn City, which had been silent all night, became lively again under the golden-red sunlight.

Time passes slowly.

The sun rises in the east and sets in the west. After a busy day, the silver moon rises from the mist and hangs high in the night sky.

At this time, day and night experienced a new cycle.

At the same time, in the castle guest room of Night Mountain, Gulemo stood up from the sofa: "It's getting late, so I won't disturb you three."

"Anyway, you will stay in Night Mountain recently, so let's talk tomorrow."

Gulemo looked to the opposite side while talking.

On the sofa opposite, Mr. Sun, Ms. Moon and their wayward little daughter also stood up.

Mr. Sun: "It's our fault for bothering us so late again."

Gulemo smiled and shook his head: "No, I like chatting with you two very much. This is not a bother. Moreover, listening to your experiences is like listening to a poem with ups and downs. In my opinion, It’s also an artistic practice.”

What Gulemo said was not a lie.

Gulemo spent the whole day with these two foreign visitors.

After experiencing the unfamiliarity when they first met yesterday, their communication today seemed very harmonious. Moreover, as their chat progressed, Gulemo admired the young couple more and more.

According to them, they traveled on the continent very early, visited many countries, and witnessed all kinds of people.

He has lived a peaceful life, but also had bizarre experiences of being misunderstood and being hunted. He sounds like the protagonist in an adventure novel, making people addicted to him unconsciously.

Although he was born into a noble family, he did not have the arrogant temperament of the nobles.

To use the famous saying of the Dasman Empire, it is: you can raise your eyes to see gods, and you can also lower your head to see all living beings.

How can someone not appreciate such a temperament?

In addition, these two people spoke nicely, were polite, and respected themselves very much. Gulemo was even more happy and wished he could talk by candlelight until dawn.

But Gulemo was getting older, and although he thought about it in his heart, his body couldn't bear it.

Seeing the moon shining brightly outside the window, Gulemo still stood up and said goodbye.

Before opening the door and leaving, Gulemo looked back at the young couple. For some reason, he always felt that the skin of the lady sitting in front of the window, bathed in the moonlight, seemed to be glowing faintly.

Gulemo shook his head, blinked, and looked again: ...Maybe he saw it wrong.

The reason why it seems to be glowing is because Ms. Moon's skin is too cold and white, and the moonlight tonight is also very bright. The two complement each other, which creates the illusion.

Gulemo didn't think much, nodded to them one last time, then closed the door and left.

Wait until Gulemo leaves completely.

Before Ms. Moon and Mr. Sun could speak, Tired, playing the arrogant little daughter, couldn't help but resumed her true form as a cat, and complained along the way: "You guys are really good at chatting. Apart from eating and washing, you have already talked enough today. Six hours!”

After returning from the Holy Glory Church in the morning, Juanjuan began to play the role of the little daughter, and then followed them all the time, listening to their conversation with Gulemo.

There is only half an hour of content, which is considered to be useful information. It talks about Gulemo's dream yesterday.

For the remaining five hours or so, everything we talked about sounded like water like the ocean to Tiongjuan.

The most important thing is, what about traveling to the mountains and sea, what about chasing the stars and the moon, what about encountering uneven roads, what about rewarding good and punishing evil... these are all stories they made up.

They made it up very well, and they chatted for more than five hours relying on the characters they made up.

This is something that Juanjuan can't figure out...

Ms. Moon: "Not all of the stories we tell are made up. A large part of them are our experiences, but the extraordinary elements are removed."

Ms. Moon said tiredly and angrily: "You think I'm stupid. Of course I know you are adapting your own experiences, but your adaptation is too outrageous."

For example, if they encounter a dropped money bag on the roadside, they can make up a story about picking it up on the way out and visiting the owner at night; but the real story is that they picked up the money bag and used the money in it to have a good time in a pub. .

As for finding the owner? Not at all.

However, I met the owner later by chance, and they quietly returned the certificate of identity of the owner in the wallet to them.

Because the identity certificate is of no use to them, and it would be a piece of cake to return it to others.

"I did pick up the money bag and returned it to the owner... Don't roll your eyes at me, just tell me whether I returned it in the end?" Ms. Moon rubbed her tired hair: "What's wrong with the process being a bit artistic? ? As long as what I say turns out to be true, it’s true.”

Juanjuan: "I actually don't bother with your character creation. I'm just confused. How can you actually enjoy it?"

For normal people, making up a rough background is enough.

Ms. Moon and Mr. Sun are not like this at all. They directly made up more than ten years of experience.

If Gulemo hadn't been physically unable to bear it, I guess they could have continued.

Faced with the accusation of tiredness, Ms. Moon shrugged: "You are a little kitten, what do you know? This is called artistic processing and artistic communication."

"As a person who pursues art, of course I can enjoy it."

Juanjuan stared at Ms. Moon in disbelief: "???"

Is this considered art? What kind of art? Moreover, when I am used, I am a little daughter, and when I am not needed, I am just a kitten? !

Ms. Moon glared back unceremoniously: "Haven't you read fairy tale books? Haven't you watched plays? Aren't those stories artistically processed?"

"You can understand that the background and story I just compiled is that I am writing fairy tales and travel notes. It is normal to have artistic processing!"

Listening to Ms. Moon's confident words, Juanjuan wanted to refute. But after blowing up, I found that I couldn't find a reason to refute.

In the end, he could only let his arrogance drift away, muttered "strong words", and then withered again.

Ms. Moon: "I'm not arrogant, I'm creating art."

Juanjuan no longer wanted to listen to Ms. Moon's nonsense. He turned to look at Mr. Sun: "Hey, it's been a day. Have you contacted me over there?"

Their continued stay here is not a waste of time.

In the early morning, after an analysis at Shenghui Church, they found that it was difficult to crack the "Infinite Dream Bridge" by relying on them alone.

Therefore, they decided to invite foreign aid.

And the best foreign aid is definitely the dream wizard.

Juanjuan had lived in the Prophet's Temple since he was a child and didn't know much about the wizards in the Western Continent's wizarding world. Therefore, it was natural for Mr. Sun and Ms. Moon, two natives of the Western Continent, to ask for foreign aid.

Now, I watched Gulemo return to the bedroom and prepare to fall asleep.

But the foreign aid doesn’t seem to have arrived yet?

Mr. Sun: "Don't worry, I have contacted the local Guangyao Church this morning. If nothing unexpected happens, foreign aid should be arriving soon."

"The Church of Glory?" Juanjuan was a little confused: "It's the church again? Is it related to the Church of Shenghui?"

Mr. Sun: "It has something to do with it."

The Guangyao Church is considered a very large wizarding organization in the wizarding world of the Western Continent.

There is even a Glorious Church in Crow Castle, which shows the strong dominance of this organization.

The Shenghui Church in the Dasman Empire was actually founded by the wizards of the Guangyao Church, but most people within the Shenghui Church did not know this.

Only the top pope and the three cardinals knew that behind them was the Glorious Church.

Of course, this matter is an undisclosed secret in the mortal world. But for the wizards of the West Continent, this is not a secret.

After listening to Mr. Sun's story, what Juanjuan was most concerned about was not the relationship between the Guangyao Church and the Shenghui Church, but: "A religious organization can actually open a church into the interior of your Crow Castle?"

Tiredness is not a wizard, but it knows wizards very well. Wizards pursue the truth, so how can they believe in religion? Can this religion even flourish?

Mr. Sun: "It sounds like the Guangyao Church is like a religious organization, but in fact it is not. The Guangyao Church is more of a gathering of demon hunters."

"Witcher?"

Mr. Sun nodded: "The main business of the Guangyao Church is demon hunting. Whether it is abyss demons, otherworldly demons, or undead banshees, they are all targets of demon hunting."

"As long as they pay a high price, they dare to hunt any evil spirit."

"From a certain point of view, the Guangyao Church is similar to a security company. Many wizard organizations are willing to introduce the Guangyao Church and hire 'bodyguards' to deal with some demons that are inconvenient to deal with."

This is also the reason why there is a Glorious Church even inside Crow Castle.

"As for why the Guangyao Church is so keen on hunting demons..." Mr. Sun shook his head: "I don't know either. However, there are rumors that the Guangyao Church has a unique meditation method that allows them to quickly accumulate their own power while hunting demons. ”

"But according to my observations and that of Little Moon, the meditation methods of Guangyao Church are common and normal, and do not have any special effects."

"So, this is probably the secret of the Guangyao Church."

As soon as Mr. Sun finished speaking, Ms. Moon suddenly added: "I have actually heard a rumor that the Guangyao Church is similar to the extremist sect in the Southern Region."

"Extreme sect?" Juanjuan was stunned for two seconds and repeated the name in a low voice: "I seem to have heard the name of this sect mentioned by Lord Wan Sui."

"It seems to be an organization favored by the will of the wizarding world in the Southern Region?"

Ms. Moon nodded: "Yes, an organization that seems to be doing justice for heaven, but is actually very arrogant and domineering."

Ms. Moon has no favorable impression of the extreme sect. The reason is that she met a legendary wizard from the extreme sect in the source world...

He was just a little stronger than me, and his arrogant attitude seemed to reach heaven.

Anyway, Ms. Moon was stunned for several days.

Later, after merging with Mr. Sun, he regained his face.

"In short, I have heard people say that the Guangyao Church is actually a variant of the extremist sect. The reason why they can quickly improve themselves by hunting demons is probably because, like the extremist sect, they are favored by the will of the world."

"Personally, I think this guess is still somewhat possible."

"However, the will of the world in the Western Continent is not as obvious as in the Southern Territory, so it is not so easy to find evidence."

In addition, the Guangyao Church is also legendary, and even if the outside world has speculations, they dare not investigate.

Ms. Moon looked at Juanjuan: "How about, after you return to the temple, you can ask Teacher Wan Sui. The teacher must know the inside story."

Juanjuan tilted his head: "...If you are curious, ask yourself. I won't go."

Ms. Moon looked at Juan Juan with a proud face and wanted to tease him, but before she could make any move, she suddenly sensed a wave of magic power.

Ms. Moon and Mr. Sun stopped at the same time and looked at the distant mountains outside the window.

Dozens of miles away, a floating light was passing over the peak of Night Mountain and falling towards the direction of the castle.

"A wizard is approaching."

Ms. Moon whispered.

Mr. Sun nodded: "It should be a wizard sent by the Church of Glory, but..."

Mr. Sun frowned: "Why did they send such a weak wizard?"

Through the crows raised on the top of Night Mountain, they have sensed the strength of the visitor, who is just an ordinary first-level formal wizard.

He didn't even take the path of true knowledge.

The Church of Glory sent such a wizard to perfunctory him? He and Little Moon have only been away from Xilu for a few years, and the name is so useless?

When Mr. Sun frowned, the floating light had quietly landed outside the castle and sent a mental code to the castle to verify his identity.

Through the mental code, it can be confirmed that the visitor is indeed the "foreign aid" sent by the Guangyao Church.

Although Mr. Sun does not recognize the strength of this "foreign aid", after all, he can't let him stay outside.

Mr. Sun looked at Ms. Moon, who immediately realized it and gently waved her gauze sleeves, and the whole world became dim.

The two people and the cat entered the moon-shaped world.

At the same time, Ms. Moon also placed an entrance to the moon-shaped world for the "foreign aid" outside the castle.

From the perspective of the "foreign aid", a dark curtain suddenly enveloped him.

Before he came to his senses, everything around him became quiet.

The birds and insects in the woods disappeared.

The lights in the windows of the castle seemed to be covered with a layer of gauze.

The only thing that became brighter was the silver full moon in the sky.

Although the surrounding environment did not change at all, he felt as if he had no longer been born and entered a mysterious place...

Looking at the small changes around him.

He suddenly thought of the news he had heard from his teacher before he came.

This time the commission came from the legendary wizard of Raven Castle, Mr. Sun.

However, the teacher told him that it was most likely not Mr. Sun himself who made the commission, but his successor. Because, according to the intelligence, Mr. Sun and Ms. Moon have left the West Continent and went to the Source World.

But now it seems that the changes around me are a bit like Ms. Moon's ability: Moon-shaped Realm.

If Ms. Moon is here...

Doesn't that mean that the client this time is really Mr. Sun? !