Act 6 The Adventure of Hippamilla

An old voice came from the darkness: "This is old Mr. Hespide's aquatic product shop. You were injured and it was my grandson who found you. ※% Top ※% Point ※% Xiao ※% said,"

It was Grandma Ogis who answered. Although she could not see, her ears were extremely smart. She tilted her head and comforted Hipamilla kindly and said: "Don't worry, little girl, you can stay here peacefully. Your family will definitely come to you soon."

Anyone could tell that with her outfit and appearance, Hipamila looked like the daughter of a noble family.

After hearing this answer, Hipamilla was stunned for a long time before finally finding the focus of the question. She asked: "Excuse me, where is the aquatic product store?"

The girl with thick eyebrows raised her eyebrows slightly, as if she finally found a chance to interrupt. She quickly replied: "Aquatic products store is a place where aquatic products are sold. My father runs the aquatic products trade in the entire city of Rushta. Everyone in this city The seafood on the nobles’ tables are all sent from us,”

After that, she added with some pride: "Maybe you have eaten seafood at home, maybe it is my product."

"Seafood?" Poor Hipamila, a devout priest of Himmelud who was born in the mountains, this is the first time she has heard of this fashionable word.

The girl with thick eyebrows thought to herself that this was really a young lady who was industrious and indifferent to grains. But strangely enough, she didn’t feel disgusted at all, and even had a slight affection in her heart. She replied: “It’s just fish and shrimp. , crabs and other seafood.”

Hipamila suddenly woke up, widened her eyes and asked, "You actually eat shrimps and crabs!"

"Of course, the blue lobster from Cloak Bay and the sea crab from Fiseld are both top-notch seafood." The girl with thick eyebrows explained carefully.

But Hipamila didn't seem to hear it and murmured to herself: "You actually eat shrimps and crabs. How terrible, they are friends of mankind..."

"What?" The fishery store owner's daughter was shocked.

Hipamila looked at the box the little boy was holding in the water with some sadness. She had already seen a lot of 'human friends' inside.

The girl was so sad that she could hardly speak.

The girl with thick eyebrows was a little at a loss for some reason. She didn't know why, but when she saw the depressed look on Hipamilla's face, she felt uncomfortable in her heart. He quickly comforted him: "You...if you don't like lobsters and crabs, it's not a big deal. Cod and sardines are also very good.

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"I'm fine, you don't need to comfort me, thank you," Hipamila heard the relief in the latter's tone and replied softly: "Also, they are shrimps, not just lobsters. They are all human. friend."

The girl with thick eyebrows was stunned again and could not speak for a while. No matter how hard she thought, she could not figure out why shrimps and crabs are friends of human beings.

At this time, Hipamilla sat up from the bed. She lifted the quilt and cast a healing spell on herself. A ball of light emerged from her hand and integrated into her body, eliminating the trauma on her body.

There was a sudden silence in the cellar.

"You, are you a priest?" The girl with thick eyebrows felt that her brain was running out. She never dreamed that they would pick up a priest from the temple.

in the eyes of civilians. The status of high-level believers who can perform "holy arts" is more than one level higher than that of nobles.

Hipamila looked at the group of people in the cellar who were looking at her with big eyes and small eyes in confusion. He replied doubtfully: "Yes, I am Lord Himmelud's priest."

There was silence in the cellar for a moment.

"Martha bless you, my lord, you are actually a priest!"

"I, I read it correctly, sir. What you just cast was a profound holy spell, right?"

"Sir, you must save us!"

As if in an instant, the crowd erupted in a variety of voices.

Hipamila was startled, and quickly replied a little at a loss: "You are mistaken. That is not a profound holy spell, it is just a healing spell. It, it is just a second-level spell."

"It's just a healing spell."

Everyone gasped. Perhaps in the eyes of others, there are dozens or hundreds of extreme realms and elements within the empire, and there are thousands or tens of thousands of gold-level ones, and there are countless silver and black irons. One can't help but have an illusion, as if the empire does not exist under the Black Iron, and even the ordinary people are at least above the level of the White Sea.

But in fact this is a misunderstanding. The huge number of powerful people in the empire is based on its equally huge territory and population base. In fact, when it comes to the number of geniuses among a hundred people, both the empire and Faenzan are far behind. Far inferior to the wind elves, and not much taller than Eruin.

For the temple, there are many people above black iron and silver, but they are often an important part of monk soldiers and church armies. Above gold, they are at least high-level priests in a region. When the elements are obtained, at least He also holds the position of bishop.

For ordinary people, the pastors and even priests they see most often presiding over a church or a regional temple are actually only silver-level in strength at most. As for those ordinary priests, they range from white to black-iron. have.

So for them, priests and priests are already high-level clergy, but these people have limited magic power. When they can use substitutes, they generally rarely show "miracles", so they are very good at pharmacy. Their knowledge may sometimes far exceed their knowledge of religion.

As for a mere healing technique, it is even more impossible to talk about.

So just because of such a sentence, Hipamilla's status in everyone's hearts suddenly increased by an unknown amount, not to mention her appearance was a bonus.

In the eyes of the seven or eight people in the cellar, this goddess-like lady is already their savior.

"Sir, please take us out of here."

"Yes, sir, you must save your believers!"

People started discussing in a flurry, but the big man on the side couldn't help but sneer. A moment ago, these guys were loyal followers of the secret society, but now they have become the most pious children of Lord Martha, but they are not at all. Confused about the conversion of faith in the heart.

Even the young secret priest in black robes shrank back silently. Not a word was spoken.

Are you kidding? He is just an ordinary priest. If that adult discovers that he is a heretic and a thunderbolt from God comes down, wouldn't he be wiped out in ashes?

Of course, about the spell of God’s Thunder. Naturally, it was all imagined by him. So far, he has not started to formally learn the black magic.

The bishop taught him a spell. It is said that as long as you meditate on this spell, you can hear the Lord's call, but he has never succeeded.

Hipamila was confused after hearing this, and said quickly: "Everyone, please be quiet. What's going on?"

Everyone then rushed to explain the current situation in detail, and they understood it in their hearts. I don't know what happened outside, but it doesn't look like a good thing. Although staying in this cellar can hide for a while, it is not a long-term solution.

Not to mention, the water and food are far from enough for seven or eight people. For two days at most, if the turmoil outside does not end, their situation may become extremely worse. While previously involved in riots. Although these people were enthusiastic, they waited until a meteorite fell. Their minds came to their senses again, and they understood that at this time, only the place controlled by the Temple of Fire was the safest for civilians like them.

And the noble lady in front of them is undoubtedly the most suitable person to lead them.

Because everyone was talking in a confused manner, the priestess listened for a long time before she understood what happened, but it was different from what everyone expected. She did not make a judgment immediately, but frowned her slender eyebrows and said, "What's going on? It sounds like it's coming——"

"Miss Priest, what did you say?" Everyone obviously didn't understand.

Hipamila shook her head: "If what you all said is true, the current situation is indeed quite dangerous. But I want to find the lord, where are you going?"

"Sir," someone said quickly, "We don't have to follow you, but can you take us to the nearest temple along the way? There is a priest from the temple there. He will definitely be able to protect us."

"That should be possible," Hipamila thought for a while and replied. She didn't know the road either, so she happened to be looking for someone to ask for directions: "Although I am the priest of Himmelud, we are all bathed in order. I think there should be no problem.”

She asked again, "Where is the nearest temple?"

"I know," the big man who had been silent at this time replied, "Miss Priest, let me lead the way for you."

"Okay, but we agreed that I will only be responsible for sending you to the temple, and I will also go to find the lord." Hipamilla said carefully.

Everyone nodded quickly and agreed in unison. In fact, they originally planned to go to a nearby temple to seek protection when they collected food. Now there is a high-ranking priest willing to protect them along the way. This is undoubtedly the most exciting news.

The old grandmother also seemed happy. She originally planned to stay alone, but after everyone's persuasion, she decided to go together. After all, she could not be separated from her grandson. Naturally, she was not dissatisfied, not to mention everyone's heart. Understand that staying here is just waiting to die.

The old man did not want to drag them down. Of course, under normal circumstances, it would be difficult for them to bring an old man with limited mobility, but now that Hipamila is in the team, that is another matter. .

The little boy didn't know what had happened, let alone that he was almost separated from his grandmother, the only one he depended on for life. After receiving the latter's instructions, he climbed up the ladder and opened the stone cellar door above the cellar.

The originally lifeless atmosphere in the cellar suddenly became a little heated. Everyone began to pack their things, pack water and food, and take them with them. In this season, these are the most precious treasures for civilians. After all, no one knows What is happening outside, and how long will the turmoil last?

Although Hipamila was thinking about looking for Brando, she was not in a hurry. Instead, she watched the actions of these people with some curiosity.

She lived in an era when the Earth Temple was still active in Warnd. That was before the era of the War of Saints. It was at least a thousand or two thousand years ago. What's more, she was a saint of the temple, and she knew about these low-level things. It wasn't much, so I couldn't help but be full of interest when I saw it.

But before everyone was ready, the grandson of Grandma Ogis jumped down from the ladder and whispered: "Someone is coming outside."

The cellar suddenly became silent.

The big man asked: "How many people?"

The little boy glanced at the secret priest standing in the dark corner behind and said, "Seven or eight, like him."

"It's the secret cultists." Everyone suddenly became nervous. Although they were the most fanatical believers less than an hour ago, their minds were now clear, and the first instinct of survival took over again. Who knows if these secret society believers will conflict with the priestess, this is their only life-saving straw. These small citizens can't tell the difference between the priests of the Temple of Fire and the priests of Himmelud, but they think they are different from the secret society. There is no good relationship between believers.

It has to be said that although the civilians living at the bottom have little knowledge, they have simple values ​​​​and political views. After they clearly analyzed the pros and cons, they immediately said to the little boy: "Go and re-cover the cellar door."

"It's too late," the little boy kept shaking his head: "They had already seen me when I came down just now."

"Hey, why are you so careless?" Everyone suddenly felt sad.

Looking at their expressions, Hipamila couldn't help but be a little worried. She was not as heartless as Roman, nor was Brando as clear about the levels of power in the world. Besides, there was a Nightmare Insect in the city. A dragon queen and so many extreme masters could threaten her. She didn't know who the secret cultists in these people were, and she became a little nervous for a while.

Just as she was worried, there was a burst of chaotic footsteps above the cellar, and everyone suddenly became quiet. Only the young secret cultist's eyes were a little bright. Of course, he did not dare to say a word at this time, even though the disciples were there. He was above, but the high-ranking priestess was still in front of him. It might only take a matter of minutes for a god's thunder and lightning to turn him into ashes.

At this time, he was still thinking about the thunder and lightning of God.

The atmosphere in the cellar couldn't help but be a little weird for a while. Everyone had different thoughts. The footsteps were getting closer and closer above their heads. They crossed the open stone door of the cellar in a mess and headed in the other direction without stopping.

Everyone was stunned.

The expression of joy that had just been revealed was also solidified on the face of the young secret cultist. His open mouth didn't know how to close it again for a while, and his face almost cramped, looking extremely weird.

Fortunately, no one noticed this. Hipamila looked at them and asked: "What should we do now?"

"Just wait."

someone said.

"Waiting."

Others quickly agreed, no one dared to take risks at this time.

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