Chapter 4

Late at night, the robbers holding torches broke into the wild dog village. The villagers of the whole village were once again driven out like wild dogs. They were driven to the periphery of the church gate and waited to be defeated by these robbers.

In the empty village, the villagers' cries and begging for mercy were crowded with the robbers' ferocious laughter. The noise like crows rang out one after another outside the church. The weeping village woman was kicked to the ground. It looked like a big peasant squatting on the ground with his head, allowing the robbers to beat and humiliate him and his family.

Sitting in the church, Loren stared at the abusive robbers and the low spirited village head during the day. He was kicked around like a mangy dog, begging for mercy and screaming back and forth.

Ayn Rand could not bear to look back, but Loren didn't even feel a little sympathy and could not feel how to relieve his hatred, as if the village head was a mangy dog that should be kicked around.

"He's a mangy dog!" the robber leader Martin's face wore a hate relieving smile and played with the old knight's sword: "this damn thing wants me to die for him, and then swallow all the treasures. It's wishful thinking!"

"I don't think I'm a good thing, but I'm definitely not bad - the people who help me are friends, and it's bad luck to oppose me!" Martin smiled magnanimously and untied the rope in the hands of Lauren and Ayn with the old knight's sword: "you see, I'm still very generous!"

Loren, who loosened his wrist, shrugged his shoulders. At this time, it's meaningless or even stupid to say cruel words. When the other party becomes a corpse, he can say whatever he wants.

As for the sneak attack? Even if they succeed, the robbers outside the church will not let themselves go, let alone how cunning this guy is. He will certainly not relax his vigilance.

"I warned you before, but you didn't listen. I should eat you alive."

"But... I'm a very generous person, so as long as you are willing to help me, I can let you go!" said the robber leader went to the statue of the Holy Cross in the church and smashed the statue into pieces without scruples, revealing a downward staircase.

"Go down and bring me the things inside, and everything will be written off." Martin pointed his sword at the bottom of the stairs, and didn't forget to threaten his head: "otherwise... I won't give you a second chance."

The robber is obsessed with money! Ayin on one side could not help shouting out in the bottom of his heart - this is the temple of pagans. Even if there are any treasures, they must have been emptied long ago. Most of them are debris and ruins, or dangerous goods such as magic runes. There's nothing strange about monsters with some kind of mutation!

But... Seeing the murderous eyes of nearby Loren, ain still hid his words in his heart, just nodded silently, and silently followed the "wandering Knight" - ain himself didn't know why he trusted him so much.

At the end of the staircase is a wooden door that looks ordinary, but it looks dry and fragile. It seems that it has a history of hundreds of years, and the pagan temple is hidden behind this door.

Loren held the door handle tightly. He knew that Martin was definitely behind him. As long as he wanted to turn around, the sharp blade that had stabbed the old knight would also stab himself.

After looking at the same nervous ayin Rand, Loren pushed the door open without hesitation, and the two men walked into the deep and dark underground together.

"Wait." when Loren was ready to raise the torch, the little wizard next to him stopped him directly: "don't ignite - I'm afraid it's really the chassis of a pagan god, and the whole cellar has been completely eroded by the void!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Just... I'll explain to you in detail later." ayin said in a trembling tone, as if something was staring at them in the dark. He looked at Lauren, who was as if nothing had happened nearby. "Can't you feel it at all? I feel my blood is about to be frozen and it's a little difficult to breathe."

"Some, but it's tolerable." looking at einner trembling, Loren had to say so - he didn't know why he didn't feel at all, and he couldn't even notice the difference from the outside.

Because ain is a wizard, not himself? No... if so, the other party will not be suspicious. If so, perhaps the key is... You are not a person in this world?

The little wizard raised his right hand tremblingly and snapped his fingers. A flickering white "firefly" flew from the fingertip and lit up the whole cellar.

There is no treasure, no sudden change monster - only a corridor that is almost too long to see the end, and the stairs at the foot seem to extend to the middle of the ground.

"Do we really want to go down?" ayin's voice was subtle like the sound of mosquitoes. Loren didn't need to look at it at all, but also felt that the other party was already afraid.

"You just said it was eroded by the void... What do you mean?" an inexplicable strange feeling suddenly rushed into his heart, which made Lauren involuntarily vigilant.

"It means that the space here has been completely distorted, not its original appearance." although he is very afraid, ayin is still trying to calm his voice, but he can't even control his lips: "to put it simply, it's like we are imagined by each other in someone's dream."

"Then who imagined this, the pagan god?" Loren couldn't help looking back. The door behind him didn't know when it had disappeared, leaving only the same wall as the surrounding corridor.

"Of course you imagined it, my dear friend."

This is definitely not the voice of the little wizard! Loren suddenly turned back, and the frightened Ayn Rand had become a smiling child.

Blond hair, clean, neat and exquisite dress, and a face that can almost warm people's hearts - a boy who is so cute that he can't be more cute, but Lauren feels the fear of falling into an ice cave.

The smiling boy didn't seem to notice the change of Lauren's expression: "everything here is caused by your subconscious - do you want to kill the man named Martin in this temple? Is there a more suitable place for that kind of cunning robber than a dark corridor without retreat?"

"Who the hell are you? Where's ayin?" despite the threat, Loren pretended to be calm, staring at each other's figure and looking around with his spare light.

Although he still doesn't know what the concept of "space is distorted", he knows one thing very well. When he entered here, he did imagine that it might be a corridor.

Who is the other party?

"Oh, please don't worry about the wizard Apprentice - your friend, Lord Ayn Rand, is still looking for you in the cellar. I'm afraid you'll understand what happened soon." the boy still replied with a warm smile and hands on his back.

"As for me, my name is long and awkward. You won't want to know." the boy nodded slightly with apology, "but you can call me Asriel, my friend."

"Oh, you seem hesitant and contradictory, don't you?" Asriel said again. "If you can kill the man named Martin and avenge your knight master by yourself, it's difficult to escape from a group of robbers."

"I'm not alone." Lauren still didn't relax his vigilance: "ain Rand..."

"With all due respect, Lord ain Rand is a gifted wizard apprentice, but I'm afraid he can't help you much." the boy shook his head with some regret: "you need more help to defeat a cunning robber and his men."

"It happens that I have a way to help you - as your friend, I am also very happy to help new friends. What do you think?"

Looking at the other party's smile full of childlike "innocence and warmth", Lauren was silent for a moment: "I don't believe there are any accidental things in the world, and I don't believe you will help me in vain, so... Please don't beat around the Bush, no matter who you are."

"Hey... I really think you're too vigilant, sir." Asriel tilted his head childishly. "As for why I want to help you, of course, it's because I want to be friends with you."

"I still don't believe it."

"Then why do you think you can chat with me like no one else, but your wizard friend can't?" the boy playfully raised his little chin: "why can you, an ordinary person who doesn't even know what a wizard is, twist the space into what you think in my temple?"

"For the creatures of this world, spirit and material are completely divided parts. Needless to say, even a little touch will melt like soil falling into water."

"But you are different, and I know where you come from." the young man is like a noble, with his right hand behind his back and his left hand slightly raised, bowing gracefully and smoothly.

"Allow me to extend my heartfelt welcome to you, your excellency, a stranger from another world!"