Chapter 150 Dark Market
“Hmm…”
Yana opened her eyes with difficulty, and a ceiling made of simple wooden piles came into view, and a familiar scene appeared in her eyes. A touch of trance.
“I have never forgotten the place the church people built for us when we were young.”
A soft, gentle voice sounded in my ears:
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"They weren't sure whether we could adapt to the bloodline of the Pale Wings, so they lived in a very simple place. Only when we moved to the training ground after we were seven years old did the environment improve."
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Yana stood up and looked at the woman not far away.
The woman has beautiful long golden hair, delicate facial features, smooth skin, and a pair of shining eyes.
This is a woman who is impeccable in appearance, figure, and even strength.
Beside her, there was a large black sword.
"It's you."
Yana's eyes were complicated:
"Sister Milia."
Of course she knew the other person, and she had once blasphemed the knight. The most famous swordsman eventually betrayed the Holy Church.
Now he is ranked fifth on the temple's wanted list.
Black Sword Miria!
It was the other party who taught her how to hold the sword and how to kill the enemy.
“You still recognize me as your sister.”
Milia tilted her head and smiled sweetly, that kind of male-female smile that once again put Yana in a trance.
Um?
Why do I lose my mind so easily?
Her expression condensed, and she subconsciously held the sword beside her.
"Your mood fluctuates greatly, but it has nothing to do with me. It was you who accidentally broke the shackles of the blood in your body."
Milia said calmly:
"Now, feel your body carefully."
Yana struggled to get up, and did not choose to check her body, but asked:
"How is the guardian? ?"
"Guardian..." Milia's eyes flashed:
"He is fine"
"His method is very strange, completely different from what I imagined, but... it is also very powerful."
As he spoke, he raised his right hand.
On her arm, there was an obvious burn, which even a body with the blood of the evil god could not easily repair.
Is the guardian okay?
When Yana heard this, she felt relieved, and then she focused on herself, and her expression suddenly sank.
She could feel a powerful energy surging and surging in her body. This force was too strong for her physical body to bear.
She is very weak now.
My limbs were paralyzed, my mood fluctuated violently, and even picking up the sword beside me was very difficult.
But very powerful.
The energy in the body is far greater than before. Once driven by emotions, it can explode with amazing power.
"Your current situation is very critical."
Milia said seriously:
"The generation of blasphemous knights has serious flaws. Once the blood gets out of control, it will either die on the spot or turn into a monster. Most sisters cannot escape this ending."
"But..."
"If you can accept the blood in your body, you have the opportunity to truly control it like me. ”
Touching the black sword beside her, Milia continued:
"You have great potential. If you survive, your future strength may exceed mine."
"Accept? "Yana's voice was hoarse:
"How to accept it?"
"It's very simple." Milia chuckled:
"The blood in our body comes from the Pale Wings of the Evil God, and he is the war angel who betrayed the goddess."
"Accepting and approving what he does is equivalent to accepting the blood in our body."
"This is impossible!" Yana growled:
"This is betrayal!"
"This is blasphemy!"
"We are originally blasphemous knights, and the blood in our body comes from a betrayer." Milia narrowed her eyes:
"And..."
"Do you think the temple is worth it? We protect?”
“They are adopting baby girls everywhere, saying that they are Do good things, but we all know what they are doing."
"Of the dozens of baby girls, not one of them may survive. The Blasphemous Knights are just pawns in their hands, and now they have better uses. The chess pieces were abandoned by them first.”
"No!" Yana shook her head:
"I protect the goddess, not the Templar."
"What's the difference." Milia shrugged:
"Before the goddess fell, she left everything to the Templar Knights. They represent the will of God."
"You are wrong!" Yana still shook her head:
"The guardian represents the will of God."
"Yana." Milia sighed:
"I have been in Rapid City during this period. The guardian you call me, He may not believe in the goddess.”
“Otherwise, why doesn’t he go to the church?”
Yana was silent.
Maybe Milia was just guessing, but after following Karl for a long time, she knew that Karl had no devout beliefs.
More than a goddess.
He is an unbeliever!
No!
Unlike ordinary unbelievers, who fear the power of God, Karl is not in awe of it.
More like curiosity.
I wonder why God is so powerful.
Prying into the secrets of gods is actually considered a kind of blasphemy!
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Fragments of the Divine Realm.
Karl sat on the stone chair.
In front of him, Boken's memory was divided into several parts, which were revealed one by one under the flipping of the tentacles.
The giant squid of the abyss has the innate ability to devour the souls of others, and naturally has the instinct to analyze memories.
Coupled with Karl's absolute sanity, it is not difficult to find useful things after awakening his bloodline.
Milia!
The betrayer of the Temple, and also the owner of the Black Sword, has tempted the Blasphemous Knight to escape from the Temple many times.
The black sword in her hand once scratched a certain god, and after being stained with the blood of the god, it has an indestructible special ability.
“So…”
"If Yana falls into her hands, there is a high probability that she will find ways to instigate rebellion, but there is no need to worry about safety issues."
Relaxed, Karl looked at other memories.
Boken was brought to the Templar to be raised as a baby. He is a Templar Knight with fanatical beliefs.
He spent a large part of his life reciting doctrines and making meaningless prayers to gods.
Of course,
There are also some places where it comes in handy.
"Temple!"
"Temple has the mission of finding and saving the Moon Goddess. It is the holy place in the hearts of all paladins who believe in the goddess."
"With One bishop, nine elders. The bishop never showed up, but the nine elders did. Occasionally appear. "
"In Boken's memory, he has seen three elders. The appearance of the three elders has hardly changed over the past few decades, which shows that the elders of the temple are most likely to be legendary beings. , or have other ways to extend life.”
"So are there second-level beings in the temple?"
Karl thought for a while.
It is really possible!
The War of the Gods has only been a few hundred years since now, and the theoretical lifespan of a second-level existence is five hundred years.
But if you use some secret techniques or other life-extending potions, it won't be a problem to live for a few hundred more years.
From the War of the Gods to now, there is not much problem.
But the strange thing is.
Whether it is the Grand Dukes or other powerful men who survived the War of the Gods, they almost rarely show up.
This is even more true in recent decades.
It seems that the stronger the strength, the more geeky the personality.
Of course this is impossible.
‘In this world, there must be some kind of restriction that prevents existences above the second level from showing up or taking action easily. ’
‘It’s a good thing for me that I can’t get out of the second level! ’
However, it is certain that no one in the temple has completed the four major inheritances passed down by the Moon Goddess.
This is also what makes Carl special.
He has mastered the Giant Spirit Breathing Technique. This inheritance is second to none. Proving that the goddess has never fallen is the key.
"The period of the gods."
"Mortal knights undergo strict selection before they have the opportunity to enter the temple to practice. There are so many temples in the world, and only a few paladins can do it every year. Entering the sacred realm of the gods, and the sacred realm Only the top beings in the world can obtain the four inheritances."
"Even in the age of the gods, there were only a few guardians practicing the giant spirit breathing method around the goddess."
"But... ”
"Holy Skill!" "It's almost as I guessed. The gods only regard the guardians as their own toys and slaves, and will not give them anything too powerful."
"Only Only guardians who participate in the Arena of the Gods will be given holy skills to increase their chances of winning."
"Unfortunately..."
"There are very few guardians who participate in the arena. Some people can survive, so the holy skills have not been spread until..."
"Invasion of evil gods from outside!"
Karl's eyes lit up.
“In order to resist the evil gods outside the territory, the gods had to increase their investment in the guardians and bestowed various holy skills, magic weapons, and armor. This allowed some powerful guardians to even possess the ability to kill gods. "
"During that indescribable time, the guardian's power was greatly enhanced, and various holy skills and even magical skills were also spread."
"The temple is indeed. There are holy skills! And there’s more than one!”
"Even the martial arts practiced by Boken are simplified versions of the holy skills. Unfortunately, he does not have the complete holy skills in his memory."
"Well..."
"Those who were traveling with him Lev, the deacon of the temple, seems to have a holy skill. He now goes to the dark market "
"Boken came to me with six blasphemous ancient beasts, and Lev brought two blasphemous ancient beasts to the market. It seems that my identity as the guardian of the goddess is more important! "
"Dark Market..., interesting!"
Boken's status in the church is not low, except for the bishop, second only to the nine elders and some deacons.
The things he has access to and his understanding of the world far exceeds that of Karl.
For example,
the title and territory of each grand duke.
There is also the Dark Bazaar.
The current temple is shady, and several elders dare not even leave the door. There are many similar forces.
These forces hidden in the darkness formed the Dark Market in order to facilitate communication with each other.
And several grand dukes acquiesced to the existence of the market.
"Seals, rare objects, slaves, news..."
"These things are all sold in the dark market. I wonder if there are any holy skills or even magical skills?"
Touching his chin, Karl shook his hands and threw out the magic flying carpet.
"In Boken's memory, Deacon Lev is a fanatical believer like him, so he will also come to me."
"Huh..."
"No need to go to such trouble, I'll go find you now!"
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The edge of the city of death.
Carl jumped off the magic carpet.
Ahead is a very simple wooden house, and there is still the residual atmosphere left by Yana in the house.
"Gone?"
With the wizard's method, he can feel whenever Yana appears nearby.
"They also went to the Dark Market?"
The location of the Dark Market is not fixed. I don't know why it was chosen in the City of Death this time.
Speaking of which,
this is Karl’s first time in the City of Death.
On the official road, which is large enough to accommodate eight carriages, there is an endless stream of pedestrians and vendors, and city guards patrol from time to time.
Entered the city.
The commercial streets are prosperous and prosperous, and the residential areas have a strong smell of fireworks.
“What a prosperous big city!”
Karl sat cross-legged on the magic flying carpet, using witchcraft to hide his body, and his eyes roamed back and forth in the city.
“What a pity!”
"Everything must be reversed when it reaches its peak, and it will decline when it reaches its peak!"
"The prosperity of the City of Death is because almost all the people from all the surrounding cities came here, and this situation is unsustainable."
" The land continues to dry out and food output decreases year by year. The Port of Freedom It has also been destroyed, there is no source of fish, and there is less and less food.”
“If something happens, this prosperous city will be burned to the ground.”
“But none of this has anything to do with me.”
"Found it!"
In a narrow alley, a faint mist lingered, and a special energy lingered.
"Star Boundary?"
Karl raised his eyebrows and looked surprised:
"The Dark Market is actually in the Star Boundary?"
He was very familiar with this breath. It was the breath of the astral realm that could only be sensed after becoming a formal wizard. Of course, this place was called the Divine Realm.
While he was thinking, a young man appeared not far away.
The young man wore a tunic, a woolen jacket, breeches and a hat. The hat was a bit too big, so he needed to raise his hand to adjust it from time to time.
It can be seen that
he is trying hard to pretend to be a decent person living in the city.
But the shabby clothes, ill-fitting hat, and rough skin all showed that his living conditions were not good.
The streets became narrower and narrower, gradually there were no pedestrians around, and a mist came out of nowhere.
Matthew licked his lips nervously, took out the old pocket watch hanging around his neck and took a look.
It’s nearby!
‘I hope the record in the book is correct. If this opportunity does not bring me enough supplies, my mother, sister, and I will all have to move to the suburbs, and life will be even more difficult. ’
‘Not to mention my sister’s and my school career. ’
‘But...’
‘Is there really what I want here? ’
He felt uneasy and subconsciously touched the things in his arms. He felt his heart was hot, gritted his teeth and continued to walk forward.
“Young people.”
The fog in front of me quietly dispersed at some point, and a middle-aged man wearing a robe, top hat, and cane appeared in front of him.
Different from Matthew.
The middle-aged man has an innate nobility, and the clothes on his body are an embellishment.
"It's getting late, you should go back."
"Who are you?" Matthew subconsciously tensed his body, glanced around, and said cautiously:
"My home is right in front."
"There is a dead end ahead."
"..."
Matthew gritted his teeth:
"Turn over Just cross the wall.”
"Ha..." Karl chuckled, shook his head and said:
"Not everyone can go to the market."
Market?
Matthew’s eyes lit up.
“Are you also going to the market?”
"Yes." Karl nodded:
"Although you have practiced the breathing method, you are not even a knight. If you go to the market, you will only die in vain."
"Young man, it's time for you to go back. "
"I..." Matthew gritted his teeth and showed struggle:
"I want to go in and change money!"
"Exchange money?" Karl shook his head:
"The currency in the market is not the few pitiful grace coins in your pocket, but other things, well..."
"This What is it?"
He waved gently, and a small cloth bag and an old pocket watch hanging on Matthew flew out on their own and fell into Karl's hands.
“You!”
Matthew was startled, but did not dare to move.
The two were several meters apart. The other party just waved, and his belongings flew over.
He has never heard of this method, not to mention seeing it. If he does it, he also knows what will happen.
"First-order Fire Flower Seeds."
Opening the bag and looking at the few seeds inside, Karl nodded lightly and threw a money bag over:
"Young man, go back."
"Before you are not strong enough, it is better not to touch some things."
As he said that, he turned around and walked into the mist and disappeared.
Matthew was stunned for a moment before he picked up the money bag on the ground. After opening it, his face showed ecstasy. He subconsciously looked around to make sure no one was there, then hurriedly put it into his arms and turned towards the way he came. Run.
His purpose is just for money.
Even if the goal is achieved, it doesn't matter whether you can enter the market or not.
(End of this chapter)