Chapter 43 Conversation with the Nun

Field had noticed before that the Chosen One would not be displayed on the mini-map. Even if Ashina did not hide her aura, Field would not be able to find her symbol on the mini-map.

"No wonder I have good luck. It turns out that there is a beautiful nun praying for me." Field closed his eyes and talked nonsense. He never received any help from the church. Ashina is not the chosen one of the Holy Light, but a demi-human. The Winter God's Choice. Field walked forward slowly and said with a decent smile, "You found my pioneer group specifically for the purpose of preaching?"

"More than that, respected Baron Field, we hope to cooperate with you." Eliza closed her hands, and the huge soft cotton ball was swayed back and forth by the closed arms, which was both charming and holy.

Field was dazzled, squinted his eyes and said, "Please elaborate."

"Our purpose has always been redemption and purification. Baron Field, you are isolated in the Night Territory, always facing the threat of the dead, and your people are also lost sheep. However, the church can build churches in your Night Territory, and establish churches I believe this is a good idea for the soldiers' garrison camp, which can help you to share the pressure of defense."

Although Eliza used a very inflammatory tone, the more Field listened, the weirder she became. If it weren't for his good expression management skills, Field would have frowned into knots.

Isn’t this just a garrison? It is said that it is easy to invite gods but difficult to send them away.

You are so fierce, ah, such a big third-level God's Chosen One squats in my territory, this territory will probably take your name in an instant.

Besides, when Field went to the Night Territory for the first time, he didn't get any support from the church.

Now that it has occupied a corner of the territory, the church will come just because it smells it. It is so shameless.

"Sorry, forgive me for refusing. In fact, we have not gained a foothold at all. If you want to help, just give us gold coins and fog lights. My subjects and I will pray every night and praise the goddess's grace."

"In that case, let's talk about it later." Eliza looked aggrieved.

good!

It's not impossible to talk about it later.

Field patted his head to drive away distracting thoughts.

"By the way, Sister Eliza, where are you going? Maybe we can take a walk along the way or take a carriage." Field suggested shamelessly. If they were willing, he could lead them crazy to the pile of corpses. Give it away, use the combat power of the God's Chosen for free, and clear out all the gathered zombies in the Night Leader.

Of course, if you want to go to your own camp, there is no need to discuss this matter.

Eliza's white silk-wrapped toes knew what Field was thinking, and she immediately refused: "There is no need to drop by. Purifying monsters is the test and penance given to us by the goddess. Thank you for your kindness."

Field pouted: "What a pity. By the way, are you going to the Northern Province just to destroy monsters?"

"There is a part of the reason, but the main purpose is to recover the lost artifact." Eliza drew a strange pattern on her chest, with sadness in her eyes. "In order to resist the invasion of the orcs and save the corrupted creatures, the church has done so many times. We have sent troops and divine selections, and many sisters have died in the Northern Province. As messengers of God, we must take back their artifacts and prevent them from falling into filth."

After the chosen one dies, his soul and divine power will remain in the weapon and form an artifact. However, the artifact will also degrade over time and eventually turn into a handful of yellow sand.

"Our destination does not pass through Night Territory, so we appreciate your kindness."

"How many artifacts are there in the Northern Province? Do you have any in Nightfall?" Field's eyes were shining, and he noticed Eliza's ugly expression. Field said in a compassionate tone, "Oh, I mean, maybe I can help you. Look for it together, and if you find it, just exchange it for more fog lamps and purification potions.”

"Thank you for your kindness, but we are unable to meet both of your requirements. The artifact belongs to the God of Holy Light, and the fog-repelling lamp and purification potion are not mass-produced. They use materials chosen by the God of Holy Light... .Well, the production is very small anyway.”

Field refused to give up: "So, do you have the coordinates of the imperial artifact? Does the Night Territory have it?"

"I don't know, Baron Field. I still hope to build a church in the Night Territory." Eliza felt Field's difficulty, but she didn't give up. She grabbed Field's arm with gentle hands, and then something gentler pressed against it. , like a wind with great resistance, making people feel in the beautiful nature.

"There will come a day when my pioneering team has established a firm foothold and can be barely self-sufficient. I will let you know then."

Field shamelessly continued to enjoy it, but without mercy, he created a pie for Eliza that could be seen but not eaten. If he refused too hard, Field was worried about being killed, although this possibility was completely zero.

The influence of the church has been declining in recent years, and all the major empires are trying their best to get rid of the influence of the church. If they take action against the nobles again, they will be finished immediately.

The two chatted for a long time, but they couldn't reach any consensus.

"Select fifty strong slaves and give them spears. We are about to enter the gray fog." After announcing the order loudly, Field re-slung his horse and sat on the horse, bowing slightly to Eliza, "Goodbye , the charming nun.”

"Goodbye." Eliza leaned on her long legs and easily climbed onto the horse, "May the Holy Light protect you."

It is not easy to return to the Night Territory. Including slaves and prisoners, the total team is about 350 people, which means that there is a high possibility of encountering a zombie wave.

Things happened just as Field had expected. As soon as they entered the northern province, the bloated transport team was immediately attacked continuously.

The rotten corpses roared out from the ruins, the corrupted forests and the soil, and rushed over ferociously.

"Goddess! What did I see! A living devil!" Tate had the same expression as the slaves. He looked back in panic, trying to find the way back, but he could only see the gray haze connecting the sky.

Tate had a vague feeling: he was trapped.

He had heard that the North was full of monsters and death before, but Tate didn't take it seriously. It was a relatively abstract concept, not as shocking as seeing it with his own eyes.

However, Tate shut up immediately, not because of his good psychological quality.

"Shua~"

The "black knights" around Field all drew out their cavalry swords. What was even more terrifying was that the swords were not shining, but were covered with reddish-brown dried blood and yellow-white grease.

It won't take more than two days!

With his many years of experience in managing death row prisoners, Tate could tell at a glance that the knives had just cut a person and didn't mind cutting something else.

"Slaves, no chaos, no running around!" Tate didn't dare to be the first to do something wrong. While comforting the slaves, he glanced at his family's carriage with concern.