Son of the Olden Days

Saint? Your majesty? Saul rolled his eyes in his heart, and it was another boring trick composed and sung by the gods. Since the saint can be called your majesty, there should be no pope in the Holy See of Light, but this saint is probably just a fancy puppet pushed to the front row.

"Oh." Sol expressed his disapproval with a short cock.

"I know you, Sol Drake." Biernat's white-robed archbishop suddenly changed the subject.

The rags that had been on Saul's face had fallen off in the fierce fight just now.

Sol silent, knowing himself is nothing strange, after all, he is notorious on the mainland. Perhaps even during one of his own escapes, he might have been gloating for misfortune by the old guy in the dark.

"You're Sol Drake?! I know you too, to be exact, we were in the 30th of the maze..." Saint Elisa murmured and repeated Sol's name, tearing her face off as she spoke. White veil.

"Oh." Sol interrupted the other party's unfinished words with another cock. maze? meet? so what?

You woman, if you want to talk, just talk well. What do you do with the veil off your face? What's the use of showing your face?

Saint? In the eyes of Saul, who does not believe in God, it is not even a career, at best it can be regarded as a facade chosen by the church.

In many books that Sol has read, it is said that the Queen of the Elves, Queen Medusa, and Saints of the Holy See all have stunning beauty that goes hand in hand. Although I don't know which saint Issa is, it should be fine if I want to come.

So after seeing the beauty under Elisa's veil, Saul explained the self-cultivation as a piece of wood very well.

This face is indeed good, but unfortunately it is still not as good as my night elf Kletty, and Sol has a final conclusion in an instant.

"Those things you did on the mainland...you did a good job!" Biernat suddenly interjected.

Does Shente do a good job? Are we familiar? And what is the tone of your uncle next door's attention to the younger generation?

Thor had a big trouble at the ball in Odrensa. For the Holy See of Light, who is in the face of the Dark Council, can this be bad? The question is, I’m not here to have friendship with you, okay? I hate magic sticks, I just want to beat them repeatedly.

"This snow... it's heavy." Saul took out an egg and tugged, then reached out his hand to catch a few snowflakes.

When Biernat and Elesa raised their heads subconsciously and followed Sol's eyes to look towards the sky...

"Then don't pass it." Sol decisively turned and left.

"The brave, please stay." Vernat waved his hand, and a mage's hand shining with a pale blue light floated towards Saul.

"Sizzling~" Thor instantly turned around and drew his sword and jumped.

"Punch~" Seeing Sol's startled look, Erisha snorted with her mouth covered with the back of her hand, which also caused Sol's previous pretense to accidentally collapse.

"What is it?" Sol's eyes twitched a bit, looking at the hand of the mage who hovered in front of him, holding a ring.

"It's a gift from the Holy See of Light, a gadget, an idle ring of space." Vernat replied.

Saul wanted to refuse directly, if the other party throws a sum of money or something, but the space ring is different.

On the journey after leaving the monastery, his space ring was undoubtedly the biggest help. Now there is one more, which can be used by the shiitake mushrooms around me. From the words idle, this ring should not have been spiritually engraved.

As for the other party taking out the ring so openly, there should be no trace of magic marks on it. After all, the other party didn't know if he had any connections with a high-level mage. If it was discovered, it would be embarrassing, and it would make people look down.

"Then it's disrespectful." Saul smoothly said, and took the ring in his hand. Without Sol's intervention, this battle might not have reached this end. At least it would not have been so easy, so Sol took this ring without hesitation.

Turning to leave, Thor suddenly remembered something.

"Did you make the sleeping villagers in the village?" Sol asked.

"Before, when Dougs brought the heresy judges to surround us, he summoned an extremely evil monster to follow us. The monster used unknown means to attack us, but I saw it through and cast a spell to offset it, but the villagers were affected. ."

"The number of people on both sides of us was about the same, but the strangulation of the monsters caused us to suffer a lot of damage. This is the situation at hand." Bernat explained the reason to Sol, his tone a little sorrowful.

After listening to the old **** stick, Saul's heart sank. The heretical judge seems to have nothing to do with the Dark Cross. It seems to be an organization under the order of the Northern Freedom League. He seems to...kill the wrong person?

But the problem is not big, and they are not good people anyway.

Of course, Thor would definitely not admit that he killed the wrong person.

"I have a question. Hasn't the Northern Territory always claimed to have a mixed belief and freedom? Why does it send the minions of the Order Court to deal with you?" Sol asked.

Biernat pressed the corner of his old mouth and tilted his head slightly, and did not answer.

It seems that there is obviously some dirty connection between the two major forces in the north and south, but it can be regarded as expected.

"What about the villagers?" Sol asked again.

"I have carefully observed that this should be a weird sleep curse. There is no way to crack it. There is no way." The old **** stick shook his head.

Unbreakable? That's hopeless?

Saul turned around silently and waved his hands to Biernat and Aresa behind him, which was considered goodbye.

After taking a few steps, Sol turned around and glanced back, and Alessa helped Biernat to leave.

No one in a village cares about the corpses of the same church, this is the church, this is the gods.

Sol braved the wind and snow and returned to the village, but he had no good way. If these people died, he might be able to take a bit of effort to help bury them, but now they just fell asleep under the curse, and couldn't bury them alive.

As Saul was thinking and stepping, the sight ahead made him stop suddenly.

The moment he raised his head, just before Sol lit a fire to set up the shack of the villagers, he seemed to vaguely see a small black figure sneaking into the shack. Did you read it wrong? Are there still people living in the village?

Sol leaned in the shadows as he approached slowly, watching the direction of the shack carefully.

Sure enough, before he waited long, Thor penetrated the wind and snow and saw a small figure hanging around the villagers. who is he? An adventurer who just arrived in Sea Breeze County? And what is he doing? Wouldn't it be the opportunity to steal things from the villagers?

The other party had a robe with his back facing Thor. From the standpoint of his height and clothes, it was in line with Thor's imagination of a thief,...oh, for example, a thief like Diller.

The most important thing is that the other party is dragging the body of the villager at this moment, as if looking for something.

With the sound of the wind and snow, Saul let out a sigh of relief after feeling the first-order aura of the opponent.

To treat this kind of first-order little hairy thief, it is right to pounce.

Like a calm old dog, Thor instantly jumped on and pressed his own bones.

"Yeah~!" The opponent was pressed tightly under him, and he exploded with a scream, the whole person trembled suddenly, and then began to struggle violently.

Saul felt that the girl's cry was inexplicably familiar.

Stunned for a moment, Saul lifted the opponent's hood full of enthusiasm.

She has short, tender grass-colored hair, even her eyes are light green, her pale skin, big eyes, a small nose, and a pointed face. She is obviously a refreshing and beautiful pocket girl. Who is this not Igrit?

The sudden encounter made Saul a little ecstatic, but he was still a little uncertain. What if it was Igrit's kin?

After a brief silence, the struggle in his arms became more intense.

"Let go of me, hooligan!" the girl screamed.

This familiar opening made Saul a little bit sorrowful, and finally I caught you again.

Let go of you? You want to be beautiful!

Pressing the other's head in his arms, Saul lifted his leg and clamped her tightly, wrapping it up before talking.

"Igrit?" Sol asked, lowering his head uncertainly.

"How do you know? No, wait, yeah! You...who are you?" Igrit looked up at Saul, then exclaimed.

"Yes, I am the one. I wander around in the wilderness all year round, hunting all kinds of people and all kinds of monsters, of course, including your fleas-like little girls." Sol replied solemnly, hoping to find them as soon as possible. Back to the familiarity of each other.

In fact, even if Igrit did not answer, Saul had already guessed it, because he felt the wet temperature in his legs. Obviously, Igrit's little shiitake mushroom is scared to pee again. This is really a very unique...well, a feature.

All the memories are lit up instantly, and everything is connected in series.

"Every time you see me...you are so enthusiastic." Saul teased each other a little distance, and then deliberately looked down.

"You guy... really annoying! It was the same last time, every time I had to frighten others. Last time I was at a loss by the fire and I said that you are a gentle person. It seems that I have been blind for a long time." Gritt blushed, bowed his head and kept moving.

Saul didn't care about her sarcasm, his eyes piercingly wondered how to abduct this mushroom next.

"By the way, why are you here?" Igrit has both doubts and suspicion of diverting attention.

"I told you a long time ago, I'm everywhere, watching you silently in the dark all the time." Sol calmly replied.

I will definitely not tell you that I climbed the mountains and walked in the wind and snow like a stray dog, just to find you who had been lost for many years. Hold this kind of thing, and pick it up when it's time to pick it up.

"Why are you here again?" Sol asked.

"Yeah, I almost forgot. Come and see what happened to these villagers?" Igrit jumped up from Sol's arms.

"I might have come one step earlier than you. They were already like this when I came. I was worried that they would freeze to death in the wind and snow, so I lit a fire and gathered them here temporarily." Sol replied.

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