Chapter 142 So you are also a mist believer?
The winding Ness Mountains are surrounded by mountains and clouds, and the mainland-famous Lake Ness is located in the mountains.
As early as hundreds of years ago, Golden Lion began to spread the story that there was a huge lake monster hidden in Lake Ness, which often came out to devour humans and animals.
The ceremony of the Goddess of Mist will be held on the shores of Lake Ness.
Yeats asked Gray and Fourcas to stay in the palace, while he rode a turnip along the Ness River to the foot of the mountains.
"This operation is related to promotion to the 'Trickster' profession." Yeats thought secretly:
"If I can satisfy the Goddess of the Mist, maybe I can become a "Chosen of the Mist" Dangdang..."
The vast forest in the mountains looks like vast expanse of blue water from a distance.
Looking up, Yeats couldn't help but think of the details of the 'Mist Ceremony'.
The clergy structure of the Mist Sect. , similar to most sects, is mainly divided into three parts: believers, priests and bishops
However, the Mist believers are unorganized and undisciplined, and often create fictitious sect positions for themselves.
For example, the Saint...
‘Mistweaver’ Airal said that he had never heard of such a title in the sect.
“When you go out, you give yourself your identity.” Yeats secretly complained.
The Mist Festival is a secret meeting held irregularly and at an irregular location, and news of its time and location will spread quietly among high-level priest groups.
At such a ceremony, Mist believers will only be allowed to tell the truth, and the Mist Goddess will also perform her miracles in fancy ways such as smoke, colorful clouds, and sudden music.
"I'm not a Mist believer. I lied at the Mist Festival. It's very reasonable!"
The representative token of the Mist believer is a silver-plated mask commonly used in the sect.
Although Yeats did not have such a token, a Misty Bishop would often make multiple silver-plated masks for emergencies.
So, it doesn’t matter if Yeats doesn’t exist, just ask someone else for one!
"Airal, I'm already at the foot of Mount Ness. Come and see me quickly, and you and I will go to the meeting together."
Yeats sent a text message to Airal, briefly summarizing the location of his lower body. .
After the incident of the 'lunar eclipse night', this four-ring illusionist mistakenly regarded the tooth-drilling ability as Yeats's method, and therefore had no doubts about Yeats's so-called 'divine messenger' identity.
Ellar was hiding in a dilapidated hunter's cabin in the Ness Mountains, just waiting for the moment the celebration started.
Hearing the message that spanned hundreds of miles, Ailaer was startled. He quickly put on a silver-plated mask, and his body floated with the mist.
An hour later, he met Yeats and said in a respectful tone:
"In the name of Wuying, Lord God Envoy, I am really honored to meet you!"
Face to face Yeats nodded coldly to Airal, who was like a fan, and the 'Unbroken Lie' took effect, and said calmly:
"I came here to show the miracle of the goddess of the mist."
Elal's body trembled slightly: "What kind of miracle is it?"
Yeats pretended to be mysterious and avoided answering.
The doubts in Ellar's heart became more intense, and he saw Yeats handing over his palm again:
"Now, give me your spare silver-plated mask."
"Why is this?"
"My mask is a gift from the goddess. It is the only one. However, when wearing it, it will continue to lose mana and needs to be restored at a high price." Yeats said, "Here There is no need to show it to others during the festival, so I plan to borrow your mask.”
Airal had some doubts in his heart, and he murmured: "Master God Envoy...can you let me take a look at this mask given by the goddess?"
"I will naturally wear it when necessary." Yeats He stretched out his palms dissatisfied and urged, "Hurry up?"
Where did I get the god-given mask... Yeats secretly thought... The Mist Sect in "Phantom Wings" does have a rare-quality mask. It has the effect of changing the breath and appearance. It is said that it was really given by the goddess of mist.
This kind of treasure is destined for me!
Elal still remembered the night of the lunar eclipse, and his awe overridden his suspicion, and he obediently handed over a silver-plated mask.
Yeats put the mask on his face, pulled up his cloak to cover his iconic silver hair, pretended to be cold and nodded, and said in a low voice:
"Let's go up the mountain."
On the way two people People chatted about the rumors about the Loch Ness monster.
Elal said that the first Mist believer who spread the news about the lake monster was really a genius. He not only implemented the goddess’s teachings, but also provided the Mist sect with a safe and undisturbed ritual place!
Yeats nodded, thinking that you all think the lake monster is fake. You will be happy when I lure the lake monster out!
"Evil infidel, I have been waiting here for a long time!"
The air suddenly became solemn.
The majestic pressure of the five rings silenced the birds and beasts, and cold sweat broke out on Yeats' forehead.
I have just encountered the madman-like black monk of the Heretic Tribunal, and now I have met the believers of the Holy Light again!
They regard beliefs other than the Holy Light as heretics, and they are eager to get rid of them quickly. Unexpectedly, they sent five-ring extraordinary beings to ambush here!
From the depths of the forest, bright holy light emerged.
Under a round of golden light, the priest in purple, wearing a crown and holding a scepter, walked out slowly with an expression of compassion and indifference. In the entire northern province, there is only one priest who is qualified to wear purple, and that is the Archbishop of Edinburgh Cathedral, Archbishop Torbin with five-ring strength!
A sense of oppression is coming.
Ailal's body suddenly shook, leaving Yeats behind and quickly evacuated using flying skills.
The purple-clothed bishop raised his scepter and tapped it lightly. Suddenly, a ray of holy light poured out from the gem at the top of the scepter and penetrated into Airal's body, causing him to fall from the air immediately.
Boom!
The sealing technique can seal the mage's ability to perceive the magic network. It is regarded as a major weapon of the Holy Light priest against the mage!
“Not good!”
Ellar’s heart felt cold: “The Archbishop of the Fifth Ring specially made a special trip to ambush here... Could it be to assassinate the Lord God Envoy and involve me in it?”
Yeats thought quickly.
There are two possibilities for Torbin appearing here. The first is that he is disguised as a believer in the Mist.
But the aura of Holy Light on his body will not lie.
Then there is only the second type left. He is indeed Archbishop Torbin, which is the one in the game plot——
The senior man who became the archbishop in the church as a believer in the mist. Cross-dressing!
Think about this.
Yeats used the ability of the 'nightingale voice' to change the timbre. His voice was as magnetic as a bass, and he said in a deep voice:
"You can fool other people, but you can't fool me."
The purple-clothed bishop turned a deaf ear and raised his scepter. The gem on the top of the scepter condensed a surging holy fire.
"In the name of fog shadow——"
The heat wave of the holy fire hit his face, and Yeats felt that he would definitely be burned to ashes by this holy fire spell. He still said calmly:
"Torbin, you are also a Mist believer, right?"
Hoo~
The holy fire quickly dispersed.
Ellar froze on the spot, looking around at the envoy and the purple-robed bishop.
But see.
The purple-clothed bishop had a smile on his face, and reached out to uncover his face.
Under his old disguised face, there is a silver-plated mask that emits a shimmering light.
The Archbishop of the Northern Diocese——
Elal was shocked.
So you are also a mist believer? !
Under the mask, Torbin let out a hoarse laugh like an old man, indirectly admitted his identity, and said to Yeats with interest:
"You have not been deceived by me, and you still understand me. Background...what is your origin?"
Yeats: "The Envoy of the Mist!"
Torbin smiled and asked instead of delving into the title issue:
"You, like the believer who claims to be a saint, are here to become God's Chosen One, right?"
Yeats asked back: "Are you planning to run for God's Chosen One?"
Torbin shook his head and said: "Don't answer questions with questions, it's rude...but, forget it."
He let out a hoarse laugh.
“A self-proclaimed saint, an envoy of unknown origin, and me, the Archbishop of the Holy Light, haha, the Mist Festival is as chaotic as ever and as interesting as ever!”
Chaos is a fact of life.
How to find fun in chaos is the lifelong goal pursued by the Mist Sect, and they are even willing to sacrifice their lives for this.
Yeats invited Torbin to accompany him and said: "Why don't we go to Loch Ness together?"
Torbin nodded with a smile and said hoarsely:
"Photo I have participated in festivals for many years. On the way to Lake Ness, the goddess who does whatever she wants will set up various tests——"
"Wouldn't it be interesting if you died during the test?" Torbin emphasized the title, "Master God Envoy?"
The test of the Goddess of the Mist?
Yeats thought of the pass strategies in his previous life and smiled softly:
"Then you must follow me closely, Archbishop Torbin, so as not to be trapped in the illusion and unable to get out. "
Torbin laughed, and then gave a friendly reminder: "Yes, it seems that you understand the content of the test, as the oracle said, death is just an illusion... everything is. It’s just an appearance, as long as the will can satisfy the goddess, it’s enough to get rid of the illusion!”
Judging from Torbin's words, it's not just a matter of a day or two for the goddess of fun to make things difficult for her followers.
Yeats sighed in his heart... He had to be a "fellow" king of the Wild Hunt. He just called "Father" and rushed into the divine realm to save people!
(End of this chapter)