If they can successfully hunt the angel-level existence of the Dark Demon Wolf, it will be an unparalleled harvest!

Of course, after getting the "curtain", the Dark Demon Wolf is definitely more difficult to deal with than before, and Klein's confidence in this matter has dropped a lot.

As his thoughts flashed, Klein suddenly remembered one thing: "Looking at the time point, when the dark demon wolf arrived at the northern city-state ruins of North, it was obvious that it had obtained the 'curtain'...

"He turned the whole city into marionettes, creating a puppet city, not for settlement, not for accumulating helpers, but for the ceremony of 'Servant of Mysteries'?"

The latest website: "If the Dark Demonic Wolf is really preparing for the ceremony of the 'Servant of Mysteries', then his whereabouts are not completely traceless..." Klein nodded slowly, feeling a little fuzzy in his heart. Ideas, but haven't been able to really tease them into shape yet.

He instinctively wanted to use the soil infested by that "curtain" to directly divination the whereabouts of this item, so as to locate the current hiding place of the Dark Demon Wolf, but considering that the other party was an angel, this method would probably disturb He, let him be alert and evade, Klein rationally gave up this idea, returned to the real world, and thought hard about the plan of the whole thing.

The next day, when the lightning frequency gradually increased, another group of Moon City residents, led by a priest named Duke, came to Gehrman Sparrow's bonfire, listened to his preaching, enjoyed mushrooms, and waited for purification .

After a Moon City resident was baptized and burst into tears, Klein looked around and asked casually: "The Sun God asked you to stay here, pay attention to whether anyone has come out of the fog?"

"Yes." Duke, who was cured of his edema all over his body, knew that the high priest had mentioned this matter to the envoy in front of him, so he replied quite frankly.

Klein nodded slightly, and asked another question along the topic: "If you really find someone walking out of the fog, what will you do?"

Duke didn't hesitate, and said bluntly: "Immediately recite the honorable name of the Great Sun God, and report this matter... to Him..."

As he spoke, his tone became very low, and in the end, he couldn't even speak, because the sun god, the creator, hadn't responded more than two thousand years ago, even though Moon City held the most complete The ceremony, repeated chanting of the honored name, did not get any feedback.

"Other than this?" Klein asked keenly.

This is not only the revelation of spiritual intuition, but also the result of reasoning to a certain extent-obviously, the ancient sun god and the creator of the City of Silver would not fail to consider a problem, a possibility, that is, the person who walked out of the gray mist was very careful. , very cautious, don't like to be watched, don't like to be monitored, after discovering the Moon City patrol team, they tend to use their extraordinary ability to influence their minds, making them forget what they have seen him, and don't remember to recite his honorable name .

Faced with this situation, the ancient sun god should have made certain arrangements.

certainly,

This is not absolute, if Amon's father can accurately predict that the person walking out of the gray mist is a novice, then there is no need to say too much in the oracle.

However, considering that the ancient Sun God and the Creator of the City of Silver even predicted that he would come out of the gray mist, Klein was skeptical about the above possibility.

Duke thought for a while, hesitated and said, "Greeting that person, tell him a word."

Klein was immediately refreshed, but on the surface he asked calmly, "What word?"

Duke moved his lips a few times, as if imitating pronunciation, and then he said in a strange accent: "Chernobyl."

...Klein's mind froze for a second, and then he let out a silent sigh.

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Kingdom of Loen, East Chester County, in a woodland.

Farmers from nearby villages gather here to pick the strange mushrooms that are covered with roots, rotten wood, and bushes.

According to the kingdom's laws, this woodland and everything that grows in it should belong to its owner, Miss Audrey Hall, but the continuation of the war, the collection of grain, and the high taxes and fees made the farmers no longer care about offending them. Law, that is something that needs to be considered only after survival, and the more people involved, the more courageous they will naturally become.

They formed a small team to pick mushrooms very efficiently, and divided the mushrooms covered with gold stars or fat patterns into two parts, a small part was kept for their own consumption, and most of them were going to be sold to the grain merchants waiting outside the forest in exchange for Gold pounds, to buy necessary items such as salt and cloth.

These farmers didn't do too much. Except for the mushrooms, they only took part of the fruits on the trees, leaving enough harvest for the woodland watchers to hand in.

In just two or three hours, the farmers sold a large amount of mushrooms and fruits, took gold pounds, carried rations, and returned to their respective villages with smiles on their faces.

For them, everything that happened today is what they want to do, and they have also achieved their intended purpose. JrNovels.com