The paladin looked at the juice in his hand, thought of something, and turned to look at the old priest.

"Every year on Brenda's Day, just like the Mother Goddess' Day, dew will drip from the symbols. I remember that a lot of dew would flow out of these flowers over the years. What is the use of this dew?"

On Mother Goddess Day, the streets will be filled with oil lamps.

On this day, the oil in the lamp will not burn others and will flow out like dew.

After all, the Mother Goddess also has another name - "Ms. Lamp".

On Brenda's Day, it will be filled with all kinds of flowers.

It is said that Saint Brenda was fond of all kinds of flowers and plants. During her lifetime, different flowers were always blooming around the temple throughout the year.

Such festivals have become common sense in the human world for more than ten thousand years. At this time, Charles suddenly thought of this problem.

The old priest was stunned. He seemed not to have expected this silly boy to ask this question. He touched his beard and said: "On the eve of the first holy war... you know, a man in the dirty and blasphemous world

, the girl who kept a pure heart moved the Mother Goddess. She woke up from the candlelight of the oil lamp and gave a drop of lamp oil to the girl."

Charles scratched the back of his head and said, "Do you still have this history? I haven't memorized it..."

He fell asleep in many history classes and remembered very little. At most, he could see some historical allusions that felt familiar.

Looking down, I saw old Addison's face darkening.

Old Addison resisted the urge to hang the scoundrel up and whip him, and continued to speak:

"This is the birth of the first saint. She is our first pope, who brought the world back from chaos to order. The founder of the temple - the Fire Pope."

The lamps light up and the fireflies light up, burning chaos into order. This is the origin of the temple of obedience.

Charles nodded: "I do know this. Could it be that the dew was the same as the lamp oil at that time?"

"The source is the same, but the effect is different." The old priest looked at the tall goddess statue.

"When evil touches the holy oil, the holy oil will turn into a mark and point the way for us." The old priest said. This is why every year Brenda's Festival is the busiest festival for the Paladins in Restoration City.

He thought for a moment, and although he felt it was unnecessary, he still added: "If any holy son comes into contact with the holy oil, the holy oil will turn into the softest holy light and cleanse their body and soul. This is our future saint

A sign of birth.”

Charles touched his chin like an old priest: "Didn't the selection of the Holy Son come from the favor of the Mother Goddess?"

The old priest nodded and said piously

"The Mother Goddess's favor, and to be able to accept the Mother Goddess's favor, the Son must have extraordinary charm, extraordinary talent, and be favored by the Mother Goddess."

Old Addison looked at the statues of saints surrounded by flowers next to the statue of the Mother Goddess. He closed his eyes and prayed.

Charles scratched his big head, feeling that the description sounded familiar, but using his brain was not something he liked.

He turned around and continued to insert flowers one after another into the prepared gaps.

…

Ken didn't know many goblins, and he had prosopagnosia for this big-nosed race. He couldn't even tell the difference between these goblins and goblins.

I heard that goblins have low intelligence and live in groups, while goblins have high intelligence, are greedy for money, and like explosives?

But these guys all have green skin and big noses, which makes one wonder whether these guys were the same ancestor a long time ago.

Poke.

no response.

Ken carefully used his umbrella to stir the gnome.

The goblin was suffering from a high fever and was unconscious. There were traces of gunpowder burns on his body. Ken turned him over and saw the wounds on his chest that were corroded by pollution.

This goblin is very energetic, but the pollution is something that mortals cannot resist, which is why he fainted.

Even Amy's brother, the huge giant, would be eroded to death. The amount of contamination in this goblin was very small, but it was still fatal.

I'm afraid it's a cultist.

Ken pointed his umbrella at the goblin's chest, pulled the seal, and the pollution disappeared in an instant.

He found that the goblin was blind in one eye and looked a bit like the sweet-eating grandson he had talked about when chatting with Mrs. Timothy.

But this one is so small and its chest is wrong. It looks like a female goblin.

Two magical palms turned into chairs, and Ken sat on the chair and waited quietly for the goblin to wake up.

…

Andy opened his eyes.

So cold...

He felt like his limbs were frozen.

Are you going to die? My chest hurts so much and my mouth feels so bitter...

It is said that when goblins are about to die, they will become energetic again and call back the light.

Is he ending?

I didn't expect that Andy, a member of the Timothy family, would die here in such an aggrieved manner.

Die in this sewer...

What would my grandmother think? She might have thought that she had fled abroad and she would never know her ending. In fact, it was not bad...

The goblin moved around, trying to find a better angle to die.

He suddenly saw a figure right in front of him.

What a beautiful person...

Andy's eyes froze, he had never seen such a handsome person...

His eyes were as sharp as razor blades, his face was handsome, and his simple clothes could not hide his strong and toned figure. The most beautiful works of art he had ever seen were not as good as this man.

This man's feet were suspended in mid-air, his eyes were shining with white light, and he was holding a gorgeously crafted umbrella in his hand.

This is not the kind of simple beauty, but an alluring charm and a very comfortable sense of intimacy.

Especially against the backdrop of dirty sewers, this beauty is so moving.

"Are you Emma..." Andy thought of what he had read in the book, the master of the soul and the god in charge of the cycle of life and death.

Emma, ​​the God of Death?

Ken has heard of this name, but in his impression, the image of the God of Death is more female...

And this goblin's voice is so hoarse, he's actually a male goblin

Hmm... This goblin probably thought he was dead.

Ken let go of his magic hand and fell to the ground.

"This is our first meeting. I am a warlock who happens to be passing by here. My name is Ken Servais. I just saw you falling on the ground and helped you heal you."

It should have been cured. Ken did not use healing spells, but simply cleaned up the goblin's pollution, and then used profanity spells to repair the goblin's injuries.

The rest all relied on the goblin's amazing vitality to escape from death.

Ken continued: "I am investigating the cultists here. There are traces of them on your body. Have you seen any unreasonable phenomena?"

As he was talking, he saw the goblin sleeping on his calf.

The goblin's neck reveals a tattoo of a purple eye.

…

By the swimming pool of a villa, Amy suddenly stood up while talking to a black-haired girl.
Chapter completed!