The father and son who were addicted to the past and during the week did not notice that a small dark shadow was hovering over them.

It was a hawk. In this vast desert, an oasis would form a place with water sources. An oasis would attract insects, birds, small animals, and hunters who feed on them would also follow. The dark gray ferocious bird continued to hover in the sky for a few weeks before gradually hiding into the clouds, and its body gradually became dim... At the same time, Wilderger, who was resting in the tent, raised his shoulders slightly, and the vision was synchronized with the magic tattoo in the shape of a scattered vulture. The wider the hearing involved, the slower the release and collection speed would be, and the two were equal in proportion.

However, this feeling is quite wonderful. Wilderger felt that he was not part of it, but had grown up himself - he could see how "self" approached the tent where "self" was staying. While slowly tilting his wings, he calmly landed on his back - the soul of the Dead Knight made a satisfying grunt, both for the fresh air, the warm wind and the wonderful feeling of flying freely, and for the message he just received.

Sardin also could not bear the betrayal, but... with a child... Wilderge gently tickled.

***

It is not very difficult to save the life of the Crown Prince of Zeland; with a pure positive energy crystal as a backing, except for the dissipated soul that cannot be pulled back, Lily can even make a bone-skeleton radiant and vibrant again.

But that result is completely different from Alex and Lily's original purpose, or it can be said to be contrary to the fact that they were originally intended to prove the safety of the new drug (as long as it is taken as required) and effective, so Lily just dressed tightly every day, and handed the quantitative drug to the Crown Prince of Zeland under the protection or surveillance of Sartre and his brothers. The contact between them was short and mild, but it was enough for Lily to cast a Lich-corrected "extract drug", which was originally only used on objects. Those deeply rooted toxins would change to

The gray smoke slowly drifted out of the crown prince's body, mixed in the fog that was burned at almost every prayer moment, not conspicuous, and Lily did not need to absorb them (Note 1) - this spell greatly alleviated the second-degree side effects of the new drug, and the crown prince's withdrawal period was thus less painful. Seventy-two hours later, he could be identified as a preliminary delay. For a drug addict who had a long-term drug addiction and relapsed twice without knowing it, a miracle given by Allah.

The crown prince, who had a little rest of his spirit, asked not to be with him, his son and nephews, not to be with him - a Zeranian who should not be neglected from his distance due to his illness.

"It's so strange." Wilderger said in his heart. "I thought he was a harsh guy."

"The Zealanders have always been proud of their generous hospitality," Alex replied.

"What about the first three days?"

"We were not his guests before the drug took effect."

Wilderge whistled silently.

***

The sun about to set off will bring desert bushes composed of saxaul, red willow, and poplar., as well as under rocks and pits, as well as lizards hidden inside, and secluded lizards, and sub-stones of stone dragons rendered a layer of violet and rose red. Most of the sky is occupied by dark blue. Scattered scattered busts, sand larks, limestone swallows, and ravens with brown necks and fan tails. They are about to return to their nests - several falcons looking for prey meet them - they are like hooks that suddenly appear in the air, grabbing their prey at once.

People looking up at the sky shouted happily, and they called out. Their names of their falcons made them fall back to their arms. Only two falcons were still in the air. They dealt with a larger barn owl, which is also a carnivorous feather with sharp beaks and curved and hard claws. Moreover, barn owls have a great advantage over falcons that cannot be seen at night like other birds. Now there is only one line left in the sunset, and the light is dim, while barn owls have excellent night vision capabilities.

The thrilling air battle lasted for five minutes, which was quite rare for birds. Three feathered creatures almost twisted into a ball. They attacked each other with sharp gray, teared each other's feathers and bodies with sharp claws, and slapped each other with powerful wings. The last attack method almost made them roll and fall to the ground together. Before they were about to die together, the entangled balls suddenly burst out, and three sharp figures among the feathers and dust rushed into the sky again, and a new round of fighting began amid the torn screams of canvas.

The battle was evenly matched. After the joining of the other two barn owls, the owner of the hunting falcon in the battle watched the battle with concern - he did not call on his falcon to land - the Zelans marked the falcon on their national flag and emblem because of the sharpness, ferociousness, pride of the bird of prey. Even if no one would laugh at or despise the two falcons because of this defeat, he would not order them to give up the battle - the other falcon owners had to comfort the restless falcons on their shoulders, and they were accustomed to keeping quiet in the dark, but the hostile screams of the same kind in the air made them uncontrollably in a state of extreme tension and alertness.

The falcon owners were unwilling to let their falcons go out under such unstable circumstances. They cherished their falcons even surpassed their children and wives.

At this moment, two smaller barn owls flew from a distance, not only the owner of the falcon, but also the people around him also shouted a sad cry. Now it is 5:2. Barn owls are a kind of falcon, and creatures that invade their sphere of influence will definitely be driven away by them all - the two falcons have been surrounded by them, but they have a irritable temperament that they do not mean to escape, but continue to fight with enemies that are several times more than themselves - but no one can see that their movements are getting slower and slower.

A deep black shadow that could almost merge with the sky soared into the sky where people's sight had never taken care of. In an instant, it reached a high speed suitable for diving, then gathered its wings, so that the flying feathers on its wings were parallel to the longitudinal axis of its body, and its head contracted to its shoulders. At a speed that humans could not catch, it rushed towards the outer barn owl. At the moment when it approached its prey, it slightly spread its wings and looked forward with its claws, and accurately grabbed the neck of a barn owl, but at the next moment, it threw the barn owl down, and the hunter fell straight down like an iron ball. It was obvious that it had been caught off guard by the hunter in the air and suffocated or broke its neck bone and died.

The eagle rose to a high position again before the other two barn owls surrounded him. It did not join the chaotic battle group. When a small barn owl attempted to catch up with it, it flapped the other's head with its powerful wings, slapped the other's head, and let it fall directly from the air.

There were only three barn owls left. The two original hunting falcons and newcomers could easily deal with them. Soon people shouted for victory. The two hunting falcons each brought one barn owl to their owners, while the new killer returned with his claws empty.

The sons and nephews of the Crown Prince of Zeland were surprised to find that its owner was the Crown Prince of Sardinia's brother. The young man had long gray-white hair like women and demons. He raised his arms to greet the fierce and warlike bird. The hunter did not bring him any prey, nor did he stuff a piece of jerky meat into the hunter, although the Zelanders felt that the bird was performing well.

"Thank God, you have a hunting falcon that is as fast as lightning and as sharp as a blade." One of the masters of the rescued falcon ran towards Wilderge, enthusiastic as if he was the brother he had recovered only an hour ago... Wilderge was generous, answering every question and allowing others to touch his hunting falcon - although this should be a spotted vulture.

"My falcon has a hero's name. Where is your partner?" asked the Espanyol.

"Vieve." Wilderger replied.

"Is that a heroic and wise person?"

"Of course." Wilderger said ashamed-the spotted vulture on his shoulder shook his round and smooth head, spread his wings, and flew away.

The Zelanese blinked, looked at the intelligent bird like a human, and then looked at Wilderge... When he wanted to continue saying something, the prayers in the team began to call on people to do the fourth prayer today. People jumped off their horses, made a small cleanliness with their carry-on water bags, faced the place where the sun rose, crawled on the ground, recited ** devoutly, and praised Allah.

Alex and Wilderger left them until they were far enough to sit down and wait quietly for them to finish their prayers.

After praying, the sky was occupied by night and stars. They found a nomadic tribe. The tribe chief greeted them enthusiastically. Accompanied by the blazing bonfire, people sat together, sipped coffee, and ate simple snacks and big cakes. The fat and tender sheep were washed and peeled and put on the fire. Glittering oil beads were emerging bit by bit.

One man walked to Alex and sat down tightly, it was Sartre, his face looked gloomy under the leaping fire.

"When we pray, respected friend, what are you doing?" he asked with a pretentious look, but more implicitly unkindness.

"I'll wait for you to finish your prayers." Alex observed the young man with interest, in a sense, as if he was his "love rival" - every guy who tried to seize something from the undead would have a short life, and it depends on exactly how useful this person is in his life.

"You can speak our language very fluently." Sartre stared at him, "Many people speak our language. They will recite a paragraph together while we pray, or kneel down to pray to their God, which looks like they are praying to our God... This is the fastest way to get close to us." Although the people in the Sealand know that these people may just deceive themselves and want to gain actual benefits, they still habitually give something they feel they can give - for their faith.

"Maybe." Alex replied gently: "But I wouldn't do that. It goes against my principles."

"Because you are a believer of the state religion and will be the head of this religion in the future?"

Alex smiled and looked at him: "No, not only because of this reason, I do not intend to worship your God because I do not believe in him." In Feiren, the unbeliever will be incompetent after his death. The best result is to help the God of Death build the city wall - use his own soul. The worst result is to be dragged into a bad demon by the Badz demon and the Thanali demons to become the first batch of cannon fodder in the Nine-Level Hell War... Well, it seems that the two are not different, but compared to their false believers... the Lich believes that the false believers can arouse the wrath of the gods more than the unbeliever, because the former is just stupid, while the latter is not only stupid, but also thinks that the gods are stupider than him.

"Then..." Sartre waved his right hand to a herder and showed that he didn't want coffee. His attention was almost all on Alex, "Do you believe in your God?" He asked cautiously but sharply, "Or, do you not believe in any God?"

The undead rolled up his lips in Alex's body. Atheists are not a good word in Ferren, and are often used to use the metaphor for "madman" or the common of both. According to the standards of this plane, it is more similar to the teenage girls in youth rebellious periods - only they stubbornly refuse to pay due respect to powerful people with such a distinct existence - perhaps God is indeed just some more powerful beings, but before you can't fight them, what is the difference between chess up high and self-destruction?

The Ferren continent of Torrell's crystal wall system is a region with high popularity of magic and religion. The concentration of gods is almost as dense as you walk a hundred steps in that direction. There is a high chance of stepping on a certain god's beautiful and powerful toes (semi-lich tutor) - they are as ubiquitous as a certain carbonated beverage advertisement in this plane and strive to demonstrate their strength and ideas, let alone those priests who are like special promotions and believers who are loyal customers. Well, maybe they have to add the voters who are like carbonated beverage addicts - it is harder to deny their existence than to deny their own existence.

And this magical plane, even if the **ass on both sides already knew that they had no longer existed (whether they abandoned this plane or the plane abandoned them), the lich still didn't want to say so conclusively, "I don't believe in God."

1. This is an absolute lie.

2. Just in case - a cautious spellcaster is unwilling to be visited by a god on a beautiful morning or night - not to mention that there is a god of the past hidden between his fingers.

But it is obvious that the Zetian male human in front of him is an atheist, and he seems to be very keen to seek complicity. The undead slowly moved his fingers. It's strange that he must have seen Lily's power - or even if he saw it with his own eyes, he would not believe it if he felt it with his own eyes -

The sutra is a kind of self-deception. This type is not uncommon in this plane. They probably interpret this as a special function of human beings. The lich shrugged in the sea of ​​consciousness - Sartre didn't even think about it carefully... It was also possible that he was intentional to escape... He might claim to be an atheist, agnostic, humanist, or a devout scientific believer, and frantically deny all views of traditional religions, but his way of thinking was still the original, and what has been laid continuously for more than ten or even twenty years has been preserved.

The bottom layer of his memory - human thinking habits are difficult to modify. Perhaps he is not considered a believer in his actions or identity, but he still thinks about problems like a believer, especially in some important events - a true atheist will not pay attention to whether others are believers, because in his mind, gods do not exist. Believers, pastors, and priests can only be said to be an existence similar to club members. Sartre's atheist foundation is not stable, and he is just denying something else by denying the existence of gods.

The question is why Sartre explores his beliefs?

Comment 1:

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