He avoided Wang Qinian's eyes and looked at Wang Qinian's shoulders: "Is this flower fairy your pet?"

"Xiaoshuang is not Wang's pet, we have an equal relationship." Xiaoshuang said proudly. She didn't like Bishop Mason a little. She didn't know that it was precisely because of her existence that Bishop Mason did not associate Wang Qinian with the lich at all.

"As a precise saying, it is a symbiotic contract, and it will not be implicated by one party because of his death." Wang Qinian said gently.

"It's rare that you major in dark magic but you can get a contract, which shows that you are a kind-hearted person." Mason praised.

"If you don't say it, I'm just sticking to my original heart."

"What a person sticks to his original heart. He is the life given by the Creator. It is good or evil. He has the right to choose. When the judgment of the end of the world comes, he may enjoy happiness in heaven and enjoy the endless glory; or be roasted in hell by endless flames and fall into eternal pain. These are all self-choices. If you stick to your original heart in one word, you can see that your heart is towards the light." Bishop Mason said solemnly.

Wang Qinian did not believe that there was a doomsday judgment, but in this environment, it could not be revealed: "The Creator is above! All power belongs to the Creator, and all glory belongs to the Creator."

Wang Qinian seemed to be a devout believer. Mason was very satisfied with Wang Qinian's attitude. He felt a sense of piety, but Xiaoshuang secretly despised Wang Qinian. A lich pretended to be a devout believer. If the founder had a spirit, would a lightning strike him to death?

"Of course, all the abilities in the world are given by the Creator, and the Lord created everything, including all our abilities." Mason also crossed his hands and said in his chest. His eyes showed admiration for God. In this case, Wang Qinian had to cross his hands and pray with him.

After a while, Mason smiled apologetically: "Look at me, I entered a state of prayer without realizing it. I felt that the Creator was by my side. God said that seeing all miracles is the embodiment of God. Isn't our existence a miracle?"

His eyes revealed a fanatical belief. Although Wang Qinian did not believe in the Creator, he had to pretend to be moved at this time. Mason was the kind of person who respected the Lord wholeheartedly for the glory of the Creator. He could even tolerate Prince Eliot using the power of the devil, just to spread the glory of the Lord.

Wang Qinian saw this from his words and deeds, and was thinking in his heart how he would have expressed his expression if he found out that he was a lich in front of him. He was stunned.

"What are you thinking?" asked Mason.

Wang Qinian smiled slightly: "I think our abilities are comparable to those of the founder, and they cannot be compared with him at all."

"Don't think so. This is a blasphemy to the Creator. You are a magician, and all your abilities are given by the Creator, but compared with the Creator, the magician is a little bad, but it is just that you unconsciously feel that there is something great, and you even want to steal the glory of God." Mason glanced at Wang Qinian and said to him in a more tolerant tone.

Wang Qinian was shocked and immediately said, "What the Bishop taught me is that I unconsciously became arrogant."

Wang Qinian did not believe in the Creator, and no matter how well he pretended. However, he did not expect to show his strength in this regard, and immediately thanked him. Mason did not expect this. Seeing that Wang Qinian respectfully admitted his mistake, he did not think much about it. He said, "It's not your fault. Maybe it's the mentality that you magicians share. You are very good and have a more pious belief in the Creator."

"Bithale Mason, who is more pious in his faith?" The door opened and Elliot came in. His face looked much better and he said with a smile.

"It's Your Highness, I'm discussing the Lord's teachings with Mr. Wang." Mason stood up, and Wang Qinian also stood up and saluted Prince Elijah.

Elliot waved his hand with the prince and signaled them not to be polite: "Sit, Bishop Mason's theology is excellent. I have listened to his lessons many times. I am much better now. I want to see Mr. Wang to show my gratitude."

"I am for myself, everyone is working together." Wang Qinian smiled gently.

"Working together, this word is very vivid. I didn't expect that Mr. Wang also had a study of rhetoric." Prince Eliona showed surprise, but there was an exaggeration in it.

Rhetoric is one of the seven skills of the nobles. The seven skills of the nobles are etiquette, music, poetry, rhetoric, philosophy, swordsmanship and riding. They are essential skills that a true nobleman must master.

Rhetoric emphasizes language skills, including the elegance of words, passion for speech, etc.

"I am not a noble, nor have I practiced the subject of rhetoric. You have praised it." Wang Qinian smiled.

"Then you are born noble." Prince Eliona also smiled, "Mr. Wang, are you interested in being my consultant?"

He directly asked Wang Qinian to recruit Wang Qinian. For a magician, it would be a very honorable thing to hire a prince. Magicians are also human beings. Even if they are dedicated to research, they also need someone to support them. After all, magic research is very expensive.

Wang Qinian smiled apologetically: "I have been invited by Holin Qiaodun, so I can only say I am sorry."

Wang Qinian was not invited by Holin Bridgeton at all. It was just that Leonardo wrote a letter of recommendation. He said so that he actually did not want to intervene in the battle for aristocratic royal power. Prince Eliola ranked third and was the one with the highest reputation in the competition for the throne of the Noma Empire. It is precisely for this reason that he was plotted against others.

Bishop Mason also took advantage of his situation and took the lead before he made a heavy bet on him, even helping him to drive away the devil, and taking the opportunity to preserve the devil's power.

Wang Qinian did not want to intervene. Another important reason was that Saint Eton was the second largest city in the Noma Empire. Because of its high status, it became a country among the country. The Noma royal family could not control it at all. Wang Qinian was a lich. He asked him to go to Noma, but he was not involved in it.

Seeing Wang Qinian politely pushing him away, Prince Eliota seemed to not care, but said with emotion: "What a pity. It would be great if he met Mr. Wang earlier. Holinqiaoton was taken first. If Mr. Wang left Holinqiaoton one day, the door of Noma would be open."

His demeanor was impressive, and Wang Qinian laughed: "If there is one day, I will join His Highness the Prince. Your Highness, don't forget your promise today."

Several people laughed, and Prince Eliota said, "Let's go, we invite Mr. Wang to have lunch together. The conditions on the boat are simple, so don't laugh."

"Extreme honor!" Wang Qinian stood up and bowed.

The captain had repaired the ship. Although there was a sail missing and the speed decreased, the wind also increased. Many people died on the ship, but there was no compensation in this era. After all, when they encountered a sea foul, there was no large number of people among the casualties. The captain sighed and ordered their bodies to be preserved and walked on this waterway. Although it was not absolutely safe, encountering such a thing only means that they were very lucky.

Two sailors on the boat also died and three were injured. When they went back, they had to tell the company to get as much pension as possible. The dead were gone, and the living had to struggle in the world. The Creator was above, and they hoped that their poor souls could rest in heaven.

The hull continued sailing in the west, and the journey was halfway through, the weather was good, and the wind blew the sails.

In Rotterdo Castle, there is a man in black, wearing a cloak. This cloak is covered with a hood and black sand around it, covering his face tightly. Under the leadership of Snakehead Schecher, he walked through the slums in the city and came to a courtyard. This courtyard was dilapidated. Like most houses around, the alleyway at the entrance was very narrow, and there were odors coming from time to time, and there were no street lights.

The snakehead knocked on the door, and the door opened. A man wearing patches saw Shecher, hurriedly lowered his head and showed a flattering smile: "Boss, you are here!"

"Tom, is James here? Tell him that everyone is already there. Let's go out in the past two days. You will live here today." Schacher ordered first, turned his head and said to the person wrapped in black beside him.

"How long will it take to cross the Nabus Strait? Are they reliable?" The man in black spoke, his voice dry and harsh. He was Bunifa. Since he failed again last time, fortunately, he was a lich and had tenaciously changed his body again. This time he was a young man's body. However, he still wrapped himself tightly. After two failures, part of his memory was lost. He could no longer remember his situation when he was young, but remembered Wang Qinian clearly. He only had one idea now, which was to kill Wang Qinian.

This even became his only purpose of living without death. He clearly remembered how he failed the second time. The Lich Nichlus swordsmanship was also very skillful and the magic was also very high. He was too lazy to think about why a Lich practiced swordsmanship. It was one of the skills of the knights, but he was both trapped in that hateful swordsmanship. This time he returned, and he first got Wang Qinian's whereabouts from the Harpist Alliance and followed him.

However, he became smart, not smart, but after a second lesson, he knew that he had a head-on battle with Wang Qinian, and his chances of winning were not great. His only reliance was that he was not afraid of death, but could not withstand such death. So he decided not to be busy with revenge for the time being, but to follow Wang Qinian in secret, find out his weakness, and give him a fatal blow.

He was not like Wang Qinian, walking openly in the bright place. He couldn't understand how Wang Qinian avoided the eyes of most people. He was like a skeleton. Even if he sucked human essence and blood, he could only guarantee that he would be like a normal person for a period of time, and he could not meet the founder of the Priest. However, since he became a lich, he was too lazy to think about it.

He could only sneak through the Nabus Strait in the form of smuggling. Fortunately, there were more than a dozen people, who were just ordinary people. Thinking of this, he was restless and his eyes were filled with bloodthirsty light.

They had not set off yet, and on that side, the ship sailed for three days and had seen the land of Nabus. Wang Qinian smiled on the deck.
Chapter completed!