Vol 6 Chapter 6

An old voice came from the darkness: "Here is the old Mr. Heathspide's aquatic shop. You were injured. My grandson found you. Read the latest chapter in full. ※% ※%,"

The answer was that of the old grandmother Oggs. Although she could not see, her ears were extremely clever. She turned her head sideways and comforted Hipamil. "You don't have to worry, little girl, you can stay here with peace of mind. You Your family will definitely come to you soon. "

No one can see that Hipamil's outfit, this appearance, looks like a nobleman's money.

After hearing this answer, Hipamila paused for a while, and finally found the focus of the question. She asked, "Where is the aquatic product store?"

The girl with a thick eyebrow raised her brow slightly, and finally seemed to find a chance to interject. She hurriedly replied, "The aquatic products shop is where the aquatic products are sold. My father runs the aquatic products trade in the entire city of Rusta. Every one in this city The seafood on the aristocratic table is delivered from us. "

After all, she added a little proudly: "Maybe you have eaten seafood at home, maybe it is my product."

"Seafood?" Poor Hipmela, the godly priest Himirud born in the mountains, was the first time I heard this fashionable word.

The girl with thick eyebrows thought that this was really a young lady who was diligent and indifferent to the grains, but it was strange to say that she was not disgusted at all, and even a little favored, and replied, "It's a fish, a shrimp. , Seafood like crabs. "

Hipamila came awake with a moment's eyes, and asked with wide eyes: "You have shrimp and crab!"

"Of course, the blue lobster in Cloak Bay, and the sea crab in Fieste are the top seafood." The girl with a thick eyebrow explained carefully.

But Hipamila didn't seem to hear it and murmured to himself: "You eat shrimp and crab. How terrible, they are human friends ..."

"What?" The daughter of the aquatic shop owner was stunned.

Hipamila looked sadly at the box the little boy was holding in the water. She had seen a lot of 'human friends' there.

The grief of the girl's heart was almost speechless for a while.

The girl with thick eyebrows was a little at a loss for a moment, and she didn't know why. She saw Hipamila's expression of frustration and felt uncomfortable. Quickly comforted: "You ... if you don't like lobster and crab, it's not a big deal. Cod and sardines are also very good."

"I'm fine, you don't need to comfort me, thank you," Hipamila said softly in the latter's tone, and said softly, "Also, it's shrimp, not just lobster. They're all human. friend."

The girl with thick eyebrows listened again, for a while she was speechless, and she couldn't figure out why shrimp and crab were human friends.

At this time Hipamila sat up from the bed. She lifted the quilt and cast a healing spell on herself. A light ball came out of her hand and merged into her body to eliminate the trauma.

There was an instant silence in the cellar.

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

In the eyes of civilians. Read the full text of the latest chapters. High-level believers who can perform the ‘sacred arts’ are more than one level higher than the nobility.

Hipamila looked at the group of people in the cellar who were staring at themselves with big eyes. Answered in doubt: "Yes, I am the priest of Lord Hemirud."

There was a moment of silence in the cellar.

"Bless you, Martha, you are a priest!"

"I, I'm not mistaken, lord, did you cast a deep holy spell just now?"

"Sir, you must save us!"

As if in an instant, the crowd burst into noise.

Hipamila was startled, and she replied a little helplessly: "You're wrong. It's not a deep holy spell, it's just a healing spell, it's just a second-loop spell."

"Just a healing spell."

The crowd took a breath of air. Perhaps in the eyes of others, the territory of the empire has only tens and hundreds of light and polar elements, the gold level goes up to tens of thousands, and silver and black iron are countless. Can not help but have an illusion, as if the empire does not exist under the black iron, even ordinary people at least have a level above the white level.

But in fact this is a misunderstanding. The huge number of powerful men in the empire is based on his equally large territory and population base. In fact, the number of geniuses in a hundred people is far away. The empire and Fazan are far away. Much less than the Wind Elves, and no higher than Eruin.

For the temple, the existence of black iron and silver is numerous, but they are often an important part of the monks and the church army. Above gold, at least it is also a high-level priest in a region. Waiting for the elements, at least Also in charge of the bishop.

For ordinary people, the priests and even priests who preside over a church or a regional temple most often see nothing more than the strength of the silver rank, and those ordinary priests, from white to black iron Have.

So for them, the priest and the priest are already high-level clergymen, but these people have limited mana, and they rarely show 'miracles' when they can use alternatives, so they are in pharmacy Sometimes their knowledge may far exceed their knowledge in religion.

As for the various theories of treatment, it is even more difficult to talk about it.

So just because of this sentence, Hipamila's status in the hearts of everyone suddenly didn't know how much it had risen, let alone her appearance was originally a plus.

To the seven or eight people in the cellar, the goddess-like lady was already the savior in their minds.

"Sir, take us away from here."

"Yes, sir, you must rescue your followers!"

People talked eloquently, but the big guys on the side couldn't help snorting. These guys were still a loyal crowd of Secrets a few moments ago, and now they have become the most devout children of Lord Martha. Difficult to convert beliefs in the heart.

Even the young Secret Priest wearing a black robe shrank back silently. Without saying a word.

What a joke, he is just an ordinary priest. If the adult discovers that he is a heathen, a thunderbolt of God will come to his death.

Of course, about the spell of God's Lightning. Naturally, he also figured it out. So far, he has not started to learn the black magic formally.

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

Hipamila was confused, and said quickly: "Everyone, what is it?"

The crowd then scrambled to dwell on the current situation, and they understood. I don't know what happened outside, but it doesn't look like a good thing. Although I can stay in this cellar for a while, it is not a long-term strategy.

Not to mention, water and food are not enough for seven or eight people to consume. At most two days, if the turmoil outside has not ended, their situation may be worse. When previously involved in a riot. Although they were enthusiastic, they waited until a meteorite fell. Their heads regained their consciousness, knowing that at this time only in the place controlled by the Temple of Fire would be the safest for these civilians.

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

Because everyone, you and I spoke in a mess, Miss Shenguan listened for a while to understand what happened, but it was different from everyone expected. She didn't make the judgment the first time, but frowned and said, "What's going on, this sounds like it's coming"

"Miss Shenguan, what are you talking about?" The crowd apparently didn't understand.

Hipamila shook her head: "If you are telling the truth, the situation is indeed quite dangerous now. But I want to find Lord Lord, where are you going?"

"My lord," someone said quickly, "we don't have to follow you, but can you take us to the nearest temple, there is the priest of the temple, and he will be able to bless us."

"This should be okay," Hipamila thought and replied, and she didn't know the way, just looking for someone to ask the way: "Although I am a priest of Himilud, everyone is bathed in order, I think there should be no problem. "

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

"I know," the big man who hadn't spoken at this time replied, "Miss God Officer, let me show you the way."

"That's good, but we said, I'm only responsible for sending you to the temple, I will go to Lord Lord." Hipamila said carefully.

The crowd nodded quickly and agreed in unison. In fact, when they collected food, they intended to go to a nearby temple to seek blessings. Now a senior priest is willing to protect them all the way. This is undoubtedly the most exciting news.

The old grandmother also seemed happy. She had intended to stay alone, but she decided to go on the road with the persuasion of everyone. After all, she could not be separated from her grandson. Naturally, she was not dissatisfied, let alone everyone's heart Understand that staying here is just waiting to die.

This old man is unwilling to drag them down. Of course, under normal circumstances, it is indeed 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, nor did he know that he was about to be separated from the only grandmother who depended on him. After being instructed by the latter, he climbed up the ladder and opened the stone cellar door above the cellar.

The original deadly atmosphere in the cellar was a bit warm for a while, and everyone began to pack things, pack water and food, and bring them with them. At this time, these are the most precious wealth for civilians. After all, no one knows What happened outside, how long the turmoil will last.

Although Hipamila was thinking of looking for Brando, she was not in a hurry, but looked at these people with curiosity.

The era where she lived was still active in Warnd, which was a thing before the War of the Holy One, and it has a history of two or two thousand years away. Besides, she is the maiden of the temple. She knows about these bottom things Not much, and suddenly seeing can not help but full of interest.

But before everyone was ready, Grandma Oggis' grandson jumped off the ladder and whispered, "Someone is coming outside."

The cellar calmed down.

The big man asked, "How many people?"

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

"It's a secret church." The crowd suddenly became nervous. Although they were the most avid believers less than an hour ago, their minds cleared up and the first instinct of survival once again prevailed. Who knows whether these ecclesiastical church members will conflict with the priestess. This is their only life-saving straw. These small citizens cannot distinguish between the priest of the temple of inflammation and the priest of Himilud, but they want to come to the ecclesiastical church. There is no good relationship between believers.

I have to say that although the civilians living on the ground floor have little knowledge, they have simple values ​​and political views. After analyzing the pros and cons, they immediately said to the little boy, "Go and close the cellar door again."

"It's too late," the little boy shook his head, "they already saw me when I came down."

"Ah, why are you so careless." The crowd was distressed.

Seeing their looks, Hipamila couldn't help but also worry, she was not as heartless and heartless as Roman, nor was Brando's division of the power level in this world so clear. Besides, there was a maggot in the city. After a dragon, so many masters of the extremes can threaten her. She does not know who the ecclesiastical members of these populations are, and she is a little nervous for a while.

She was worrying, there was a mess of footsteps above the cellar, and everyone was quiet. Only the young Secretist's eyes were a little brighter. Of course, he didn't dare to say a word at this time, although the members were on it. However, this high-ranking priestess is still in front of her, and maybe it is only a matter of minutes that a thunderbolt of **** breaks him into flying ash.

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

The atmosphere in the cellar was a little weird for a while, everyone's mind was different, and the sound of footsteps was getting closer and closer, and it chaotically passed the open stone cover door of the cellar and went in the other direction without stopping.

Everyone paused.

The expression of joy that had just appeared was frozen on the face of the young ecclesiastical man. His open mouth didn't even know how to get back together for a while, his face almost cramped and looked weird.

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

"Wait a minute."

Someone said.

"Wait."

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

... (to be continued ...)