It is said that listening to the sound of rain can help sleep.

But that was under the premise of the house, Donald and his group did not plan to sleep in the rain, because it meant that Donald would be dissatisfied all night to ensure the operation of the demonic power.

Fortunately, they arrived at Delchimo at around 8 o'clock in the first half of the night.

"Delchimo is a religious district. Remember to restrain yourself later. Don't expose it anymore. The strange disciples cannot eat here."

Donald had dissipated his demonic power outside the city, allowing the rain to slap on the roof of the carriage, and then fell along the edges of the four corners, forming a rain line.

Among them, he lived in a religious area, so he naturally had to remind him of some things.

As soon as he entered the city, the first thing Donald saw was a sun-shaped sculpture about half a fist-sized sculpture on the street lights on the long street and a banner hanging on the street light railings. Even in the dark winter rain, there was still a vaguely radiant flag with colorful gems embroidered on it.

"This emblem... If I remember correctly, it should be the emblem of the God of Morning Light. Many parts of the doctrine mentioned altruism and the spirit of selfless dedication. There should be no trouble. Find a hotel to rest for one night, and go to the market tomorrow morning to sell the carriage first... It's a troublesome thing. Can a carriage be placed on the train?"

They had to take the delchimo train to Corta, and the carriage they carried all the way became a problem.

"You can ask when the time comes. Maybe the train here can carry carriages... Donald, do you think there are too many pedestrians on this rainy night?"

Relying on the light emitted by the light in front of the car, we could see a few people wearing raincoats in front of us sheltering from a fruit stall, as if they were still bargaining with the owner of the store. Some people, regardless of the wet and coldness on the ground, sat at the door of a bakery store, staring at the soft bread in the window with their eyes wide open.

"Maybe it's a homeless man. This kind of weather is harder than snowing, so it's normal to find a place to shelter from the rain."

Donald has seen many similar people in Demingham. He lives in some dilapidated houses on the streets on weekdays. When it is windy and rainy, he can't stay in the house, so he comes out and spends a few pennies to buy the cheapest snack in a cafe, and then sits until the wind stops and rain stops before going back.

I didn't care about these people, and looked for a hotel along the street, hoping to rest as soon as possible. However, I asked three or five of them, and there were either full or there were not enough rooms, which was a bit strange.

"What do you mean? We have passed two blocks. Including you, it is already the sixth hotel and it is full again. Are you going to hold a winter festival recently or is there something particularly important in the town, or is it just trying to bully us foreigners?"

Even Anthony, who has a good temper, was a little angry at this time. Anyone who ran around in the rain would feel worse.

"It's because there are too many customers recently. You may not know that there are more bandits between Delcimo and Corta, robbing villages all day long. If they are targeted, the man will be cut off his head and hang his body upside down on a tree and let birds and beasts eat. The woman will be even more miserable. After being defiled, she will strip her whole body and cut a few bloody holes and throw them into the wilderness. You also know that in this kind of weather, there are evil wolves everywhere in the wasteland. So now people between the two cities are starting to flee to the surrounding cities."

The hotel owner looked around with some fear as he spoke, not knowing whether he was worried that the robbers would come to the door and chop him up or that those who escaped heard about causing trouble for him.

“Where is the most expensive hotel in the city?”

Donald asked after listening to the hotel owner's explanation.

Since there are a lot of refugees, there is no need to think about other hotels. They probably have been filled with people, so Donald didn't ask which one is better, and asked which one is the most expensive.

Since you are escaping, you can't be all rich, right?

It turns out that Donald's choice was right, and the most expensive hotel in Delchimo is still available now.

The carriage was parked in the stable. Before Donald left, he placed a warning array in the carriage. After all, there were two large boxes of treasures on it.

The room distribution was the same as when I stayed in Beiruye City. Lilo and Julia had a room, and the other three people protected them in the middle in a font shape.

After a simple washing, Donald did not rush to sleep, but pulled a chair and sat in front of the fireplace. He also moved a small table to the side. The God of Morning Light was placed on it on the desk on the other side, and instead placed a plate of dried fruit biscuits.

According to past habits, he had to read spells or inscriptions for a while, but what he held tonight was not any of these two things, but the old book he obtained from Claremont.

Although the books are old, they are not broken, and they are even preserved in perfect condition.

When you rub the paper with your fingers, you can easily feel the toughness of the texture. It is not like it is made of pulp, but like some other materials. It is obviously not very careful when binding, and the edges are just hooked with some white buckles, and they will not disperse. It is just a bit of a pimple when flipping through it.

There are not many contents recorded on each page of paper. There are only a few more words, and there are only a painting or a magic circle. However, not much content does not mean thinness. In fact, Donald only barely understood most of these twenty pages of paper all day today.

The reason is nothing else. This book records the source of Claremont's acquisition and use of the power of faith!

When Claremont first saw this book in the village church, when he talked about what it recorded, Donald subconsciously responded to sneer, and there was more absurdity in his mind.

Yes, Donald didn't believe Claremont had such a thing in his hands.

The power of faith is the most rooted power of the gods. A mortal, obtain and use it?

No matter what it says, it is a bit too exaggerated, resulting in a sense of falseness.

Claremont once said that he saw a man standing on a giant tree man in a forest somewhere, crossing mountains and ridges, and then he went over and knelt down...

This is fake, it's just a lie he made up.

But that story was not entirely lies. At least Claremont did see the giant tree man.

But he is not a giant tree man who crosses mountains and rivers. In fact, if there is such a big guy, normal people will not say that they are going up to kneel forward and worship, whether their legs and feet can be obedient.

What he really saw was the corpse of a giant tree man who existed in the cave.

On the stone platform beside the corpse, he found the book.

In order to prove that he was telling the truth, Claremont even described to Donald the location where he discovered the giant tree man cave and some environmental details inside and outside the cave.

Donald thought carefully in his mind that those things could never be made up.

It was not until then that he really began to pay attention to this ancient book, and after getting it, he was studying it almost all the way.

"What kind of gods in the starry sky exist?"

“What is the difference between a demigod and a god?”

"Why do I feel the respect of the forest for me? I can control the forest, but I still can't become a god?"

These are three questions written in extremely dark brown on the first page of the ancient book. They look like asking themselves, but they make everyone who sees them later feel the same doubts.

The first thing Donald saw was the word "demigod"...

A few days ago, when he was practicing in Demingham, Donald asked Diliya very early on how to divide the complete hierarchy system of the alien disciples.

In fact, in Puston, Cannon Antoine told Donald that it was close to everything.

After the alien disciple, power, awakening, and dominate these four stages, it is the peak of all creatures - the demigod!

The so-called demigod, the simplest description:

Below the gods and above all things!

Since the person who wrote this ancient book dared to write these three questions, it naturally means that he is already a demigod, otherwise how could he have the intention to think about this problem?

It's like an ants will never worry about the gap between themselves and elephants, because they can't understand the existence of elephants at all.

No matter what, an ancient book that is likely to be written by a demigod is incalculable!

Donald naturally took it very seriously, and when he read it word by word, for fear that he would miss some key information.

The first few pages of ancient books are all about the thoughts and ideas about these three issues. The content is extremely obscure. It is not that I can’t understand the words. In fact, the words inside are official words of the Ryan Empire. It is just because they are too colloquial and scattered, and some places cannot even be connected into sentences. It is more like the integration of some thinking nodes that someone writes down as the thoughts change in his mind when he thinks.

For example, there is one paragraph, the previous sentence is still:

"It's really troublesome. Can't I set up a stage? My domain is plants and life. Then let the gods in the same domain fight me. If I lose, I will die... Anyway, I have lived enough."

The next sentence becomes:

"My body cannot accept the power of faith, and my soul also has dirt, not pure enough? Since it is a creature in the world, how can it be pure?"

However, as Donald read it, he soon discovered that the subsequent content of the book was obviously a fragmentary form, which should have been added slowly by the person who wrote the book for a long time.

"Outside objects carry the power of faith, and then with a special magic array, this energy is transformed into a power that can be controlled by me. This is the only feasible solution, but what can carry and collect the power of faith? And what kind of magic array can transform the power of faith?"

This is the text that appears in the middle of the ancient book, and the subsequent pages are almost filled with various attempts and records of the results of the attempt.

On the front of the penultimate page, the magic array for converting energy mentioned in the ancient book finally appeared on the paper.

He successfully overcomes this difficulty by accepting the prayers and prayers of believers with the statue of God, and then using the magic circle to transform this energy into his own use!

It was through it that Claremont had the idea of ​​becoming a god.

In a sense, it was a half success.

But Donald also turned to the last page and saw the passage recorded in the center of the page.

"Although the experiment has been initially successful, this method is just a shortcut. It can allow me to control my divine power, but it cannot allow me to truly possess my divine power. After all, it is just an external illusory thing. If you want to become an eternal existence, you must break some shackles, but I don't have enough time..."

The text stopped at this point. Zhu Jue sat sideways at the fireplace, looking at the booming pile of firewood, raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose, hoping to relieve some fatigue.

Being eternity is something that all life desires, and Donald is naturally very moved, but it is not that easy to do this.

Judging from the conditions described in ancient books alone, having a statue of gods and magic circles is useless, and there must be believers. Then, when you look back on Claremont, after working hard for so many years, you finally finally got hundreds of believers, and overnight they all became his enemies. He also changed from a respected sage to a haggard old man.

He leaned against the back of the chair tiredly, and Donald narrowed his eyes slightly to relax.

The next second, a pair of hands were placed behind him on his shoulders and slowly kneading them.

"When did you come?"

When Donald was rarely attentive, he came to his senses and realized that it was Stephanie.

"It's been half an hour since I came. I originally wanted to call you, but you read so well, and I'm embarrassed to disturb you... Look, I'll give you a fruit platter. I know you like to eat peaches and apples, and I'm too lazy to peel them. I've cut them all for you."

He inserted a piece of peach meat with a fork and sent it to Donald's mouth. Seeing the latter open his mouth and swallowing, his brow that had been frowning before suddenly relaxed. Stephanie breathed a sigh of relief, quietly wiped away the sweat from her face, and then asked,

“What is this written?”

"What I wrote...is the way to obtain Claremont's ability, which is a bit special, so I just read it in a while."

Donald finally didn't say that this was a demigod ancient book. The fewer people know about this kind of thing, the better. It's not that he doesn't trust Stephanie, but that he's just worried that he'll cause trouble for her.

"You have a rest, I'll go back first. Remember to rinse your mouth after eating, otherwise the flesh will feel uncomfortable in the gap between the teeth."

After clapping his hands, Stephanie yawned, she was actually very tired too.

"Don't go back, just sleep here tonight."

"ah?"

Donald's sudden words made Stephanie froze directly in place. Is this considered...invitation?

"But I'm not ready yet."

After a day of bumping in the carriage, she was tired and looked bad now, and she wanted to sleep... She wanted to show her best side to Donald.

"What preparations should be made for sleeping...oh~ don't worry, I'm tired too, I just sleep and don't do anything else."

Donald pinched Stephanie's nose and smiled helplessly.

In the end, Stephanie still didn't bother Donald, and the two slept in the same bed.

Donald really didn't plan to do anything. Reading the ancient book consumed too much energy. In addition, he had been consuming mental energy on the way to maintain the shield. After a few minutes of touching his head, he hugged Stephanie and fell asleep.

After the slight snoring sounded beside him, Stephanie turned around and looked at the handsome face that was looming under the fireplace.

She didn't tell Donald that the Donald she saw sitting by the fireplace when she entered the door was very different from the usual ones.

In a trance, the black robe and the dark golden skeleton crown appeared on him again.
Chapter completed!