Chapter 1132 Breakfast
That night.
The 'War Priest' in the 'Black Cloud' tribe received a group of tribe leaders and priests.
The two 'War Priests' tirelessly told these leaders and priests the teachings of the War Church and spread the brilliance of the 'Lord of War'.
A few days down.
Almost all nomadic tribes on the grasslands have become believers in the 'Lord of War'.
Except for a few old people who insisted on worshiping their ancestors, all the younger ones were willing to believe in the 'Lord of War'.
Who wouldn't believe in a god who could answer prayers?
What's more, after becoming a believer, if you are willing to join the 'Black Knight', you swear to be loyal to the 'Lord of War' and become His sword and shield.
It is also possible to obtain the potion of the initial sequence of the 'Hunter' pathway.
If you make a contribution, you can also be promoted.
for a while.
The two 'war priests' received hundreds of applications.
certainly.
For this kind of thing.
The 'War Priest' doesn't refuse all comers.
They will conduct a series of examinations on the applicant's identity, age, personality and other aspects.
This takes quite a while.
So 'Grey Wolf' and the others temporarily stayed on the prairie.
And by this time.
The 'Grey Wolf' asked the leaders and priests of various tribes about the next road and the environment in other areas.
Take advantage of a few days.
'Grey Wolf' collected some information.
There are still more than two hundred kilometers to the south of the prairie.
But there are almost no tribes living there now.
Even if there is.
Also small tribes.
There are no powerful forces in that area, but there is a ruin.
It is said that it was the city established by the ancient Balam Empire on the prairie.
but.
That city won't last long either.
Suddenly one day.
The great men of the city all withdrew.
So the city was gradually abandoned, and finally became a huge ruin.
Some priests swear by it.
Ghosts still haunt the ruins to this day.
Every night, their unwilling roars and cries will resound throughout the prairie.
Further south of the ruins, there are rolling mountains, with complex and changeable terrain.
Even the bravest steppe warriors dare not set foot there.
After obtaining this information.
'Grey Wolf' sorted them out and brought them to Xifa through prayer.
At the same time, he also received instructions from Xifa.
Xifa asked them to take some nomadic warriors to explore the ruins, and if they found something valuable, they could sacrifice it directly.
Temporarily end the concern on the prairie.
Xifa refocused on the uniqueness of the 'Red Priest'.
He began to think about how to lure the evil spirit of the 'Red Angel' to the city of Alderon, let him go deep into the 'River of Eternal Darkness', and intersect with the 'Underworld Emperor' Salinger there.
Also at this time.
Backlund.
The war has been over for a long time now.
The capital of all capitals has been restored to its former glory.
The number of pedestrians coming and going on the street has returned to the pre-war level.
"Gentlemen and ladies, the fresh sea fish from Pritz Harbor has more meat and less thorns, and is suitable for pan-frying!"
"Come and see my fresh and hot oyster soup just out of the oven!"
"There are fresh vegetables here."
"Anyone want potato chips, it tastes great with the special ginger beer!"
on the street.
All kinds of itinerant vendors shouted vigorously, reinjecting vitality into the city.
The few passengers chasing the stagecoach and the pedestrians who were hit, together with these shouts, formed a different kind of noise, noise and chaos.
In this early morning picture scroll, in a cafe.
A tall woman in a black dress and a bonnet of the same color came to the counter.
"A cup of coffee, a lamb stew with young peas, and a loaf of bread."
The boss behind the counter quickly calculated and replied: "It's 11p in total."
He added: “Everything has gone up in price now.”
The lady took a 1 soli bill and handed it to the boss, then found a seat by the window and sat down, looking at the street outside the window.
The boss happily accepted the banknote.
At the same time feel a little strange.
He could clearly feel that this lady was both noble and beautiful.
But no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't recall the lady's appearance.
and.
How could a lady like her patronize her own cheap cafe.
These thoughts are just fleeting.
The boss busily prepared coffee and sent lamb from the kitchen.
In a blink of an eye.
The lady's table was already filled with the food she ordered.
The lady picked up the cup gracefully, took a sip of the coffee in the cup, and then looked up.
In front of her, someone pulled out a chair and sat down.
This is a rather handsome young man.
Between his brows, there seemed to be a less obvious banner imprint.
"Are you going to eat here?"
"This doesn't match the identity of the 'Saint of Black'." The young man said.
It was Catherine of the "Saint of Black" who put down her glass, looked at the young man in front of her and said, "You know, I will see you through my eyes in the first place."
"Is it appropriate for you to come here so unabashedly?"
The young man waved his hand: "Does He dare to descend directly?"
"In that case, the night will appear."
"I guess, He should be unwilling to face the night now."
"So you see, it's not a big problem for me to sit here."
Catherine gave herself a mouthful of stew soup, and gently wiped the corner of her lower lip with a white handkerchief: "What do you want to know from me?"
"Why did your Witch Sect join forces with the Rose School of Thought to attack the Jagged Cross?" The young man tore off the piece of oatmeal bread on the table without any politeness.
Put a corner into your mouth.
Then added: "It's so ugly that you can eat these things."
Catherine said calmly: "What I eat has nothing to do with you."
"As for attacking the Jagged Cross, it's because of the angels in their organization."
"An angel named 'Don Quixote'."
The young man shook his head: "Since when have there been angels in the Jagged Cross?"
"Are you sure you can't make a mistake?"
Catherine said: "You can ask the Rose School of Thought, I heard that they also suffered losses in the Southern Continent."
"Being driven out by the angel of the Jagged Cross, that's why I went to find the other party's bad luck."
The young man laughed: "This is so interesting."
"If I'm not wrong, you've all been tricked."
"That guy named 'Don Quixote' is not an angel of the 'Jagged Cross' at all."
"It's a conspiracy."
"Of course, with your IQ, it's not surprising that you will be fooled."
"After all, you are facing a 'conspirator'."
Catherine cut a small piece of stew: "Are you done?"
"Can I have a quiet breakfast after I'm done?"
The young man smiled and said, "One last question."
"Are you interested in finding trouble with that 'Don Quixote' with me?"