Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 310 The Twelve Saints
A group of barbarians went to Gunda City to have fun, and Skye went with them. The noisy room suddenly became quiet, with only a few rabbit girls, Heather, Layton, Fukin and Maisha.

Even old man Sam, who looks young at heart, said he saw some shamans in the tavern and was ready to exchange ideas with them.

In fact, Levi saw this old man staring at an old prostitute's perky butt for a long time without taking his eyes off.

However, he turned a blind eye to such things. It is human nature to satisfy physiological needs, as long as it is not too excessive.

"Leighton, don't you want to go to Gunda and have some experience?" Levi slumped in the chair, enjoying the massage from the rabbit girls.

The fight just now could not even be considered an activity, but it made him feel uncomfortable all over.

The earth elf seemed to be completely unconcerned about the prosperity of Gunda City and was still reading a book.

To be honest, if the lord had one-fifth of his diligence, he would not be unable to come up with a few poems that have been passed down through the ages.

"No matter how many times you read Gunda, it is not yours." Leighton smiled, "But the knowledge in the book is yours after you read it."

"Great!" The lord gave a thumbs up and showed respect.

If the barbarians of Gaoyabao had this kind of awareness, they would probably all be scholars with profound knowledge.

Instead of going out, they ate the lunch brought by the nuns at the Holy Light Church. The food consisted of bread, milk and a plate of unknown vegetables. It was very simple and light.

But after being used to eating big fish and meat, eating something light suddenly feels better than I expected.

"Levi, how was the food?" Fatih appeared from nowhere and changed into his old bishop's robe, looking more sacred and noble than before.

"It's OK, but the milk could use a little more sugar." Levi looked at her curiously: "Are all the saints of the Holy Light Church so busy?"

"This is the result of my long absence from the south," Fati said calmly, "Because I was too willful and threw my own affairs to His Holiness the Pope, and when I came back, His Holiness the Pope left on the pretext of visiting a good friend."

But no matter how calm the girl tried, she couldn't hide her frustrated tone.

"Those who are capable should do more work." The lord pinched his thigh hard to prevent himself from laughing out loud.

Maisha and Fukin both looked at Fatih curiously.

In fact, because of the incident that Florina wanted to introduce the Holy Light Church, the relationship between the two churches, which had always kept to themselves, became somewhat strained.

But this rigid relationship only applies to senior management.

"These two must be the priests of the Ice and Snow Church, Miss Maisha and Master Fukin. I often hear Levi mention you. I was very sorry that I didn't entertain you just now because I was busy with work."

Fatih looked at the two of them. His words were meant to be polite, but he didn't expect that he was secretly giving the lord an assist.

The two exchanged greetings, and Maisha asked curiously, "Really? How did Lord Levi mention us?"

Although it was a bit disrespectful to bring up this topic in front of Levi, Maisha couldn't wait to know the answer.

Then the two of them started chatting animatedly about Levi.

No one else could get a word in, so the lord could only pull Fu Jin aside to play cards. However, the old man looked at him with a strange look, which was complicated and relieved, as if he had a crush on him.

Fortunately, this tormenting time soon ended. Fadil got rid of the satisfied Mesha and looked at the lord: "Levi, come with me. You must be very anxious after being delayed for so long."

"It's okay, it's okay." Even though he was really eager to get the complete "Book of Holy Words", for the sake of face, Levi could only wave his hand indifferently.

"Everyone, if you want to wash away the dust and fatigue from a month's journey, you can ask the Sisters of Glory to take you to a special bathhouse. Levi and I will leave first." After Fatir finished speaking, he stood up and walked towards the Church of Holy Light.

Levi followed her and wandered around the Holy Light Church.

"Levi, do you know why I didn't tell you the final practice method of the "Holy Word Book"? "

Fatih was walking in front, and Levi was following behind, staring at the patterned floor thoughtfully. The passage was really so small, and if he didn't keep his eyes on the floor, he would inevitably be suspected of being lustful.

"Because you still adhere to old-fashioned traditions." Levi replied without thinking.

It's not like he didn't think about asking the paladins, but even Fatih wouldn't tell him, let alone the knights who adhered to the Creed of Holy Light.

"On the contrary, if we were really too old-fashioned, we would not have released the first part of the "Sacred Word Book" so that ordinary people could practice it."

"We are now anti-traditional and committed to abandoning those old creeds in order to adapt to the new era. Otherwise, sooner or later we will be overturned by the tide of time and disappeared into history." Fatih led Levi straight around the magnificent Holy Light Church and went around to the back through a small path. Golden leaf trees were planted on both sides of the road, which looked very holy.

"Oh, what kind of anti-traditional method is this?" The lord was actually quite interested.

If we talk about anti-traditionalism, Levi can see a little bit of it from Fatih.

After all, there is only one saint like this who has such a down-to-earth air in every dynasty.

Because there is no Holy Light Lady who would use clumsy words to deceive him, the Lord of High Cliff Castle, every day, even at the cost of her beauty.

"You will not believe this, but compared to the past, the Holy Light Church has eliminated various knightly orders, even reducing them to a page only recorded in history books," said Fatih.

"In my opinion, this is a completely stupid thing," the lord criticized mercilessly.

You must know that the number of knights of the Holy Light Church reached an astonishing number of hundreds of thousands, otherwise they would not have been able to carry out the famous Seven Kingdoms' Eastern Expedition and almost single-handedly resist the Sea of ​​the Undead that threatened the entire medieval continent.

Although other churches and countries have also made great contributions, these paladins are definitely the backbone of the force.

In his opinion, even if his brain was eaten by goblins, he would not do such a thing as actively reducing the Knights Order. What's the difference between this and destroying one's own martial arts?
A hyena without claws can only become a puppet at the mercy of others.

"No, it was precisely because of the determination to complete this difficult reform that the Holy Light Church did not disappear into history when the magic tide was at its lowest." The setting sun fell on Fadil, as if she had been coated with a layer of gold, making her look even more sacred: "When the magic element was at its lowest, all spells were as ridiculous as magic tricks, and magicians also had the ridiculous name of 'magicians'."

"Under this environment, if the number of knights continues to be such that the royal power is afraid of them, a brutal war will ensue."

"That was the most intense era between royal power and divine power. Many churches perished during this period of history, but of course there were also churches that succeeded in this war." "Taylorsi is the church you mentioned, right? I heard that this is a country where royal power was granted by the church, and the priests there live more luxuriously than the nobles." Levi nodded: "I understand what you said. No king can tolerate a force that can threaten the royal power right next to his bed."

"When the magician loses his powerful spell, and the church loses the extraordinary power it relies on for survival, what else are we waiting for if we don't beat the man when he's down?"

"So, if we only keep the number of knights within the tolerance range of the royal power, and the Holy Light priests almost only practice the blessing type of Holy Light." Fadil suddenly stopped at a hall: "It will be easy for us to win favor, because no one will refuse a friend who can help them without threatening them. This has enabled the Holy Light Church to gain a foothold in Gonda for thousands of years."

"I apologize for what I said just now." The lord has always been a man who stands at attention when he is hit.

Having said so much, it actually comes down to four words: the way to survive.

It seems to be only four words, but many people cannot understand it.

Otherwise, the elves wouldn't have been in such a state until now, and the dwarves wouldn't have been forced to stay in the blacksmith shop and make weapons for thousands of years.

"Let's get back to the point. I won't pass on the rest of the Holy Word to you, although part of the reason is that Gunda's regulations don't allow it. But the main reason is that the rest of the content cannot be recorded in memory."

The door was opened from the inside by two tightly wrapped paladins. They were carrying a huge cross behind them, and no one knew what material it was made of.

Levi knew that this was the Knights of the Holy Cross. Even if nothing else, their appearance was enough to intimidate people.

Levi followed Fatih's footsteps into the hall, and heard the sound of the door closing behind him.

The exquisite crystal chandelier above the dome and the wall lamps around provided them with light as bright as day.

"The underground part of the church is a huge underground temple. This is where the Holy See keeps holy relics and scriptures." Fatih was pressing something on a pillar in the center of the temple.

Soon, with a "boom" sound, the ground opened up, revealing a downward passage.

Fadil was obviously familiar with this and walked straight down: "Come with me, before you get the "Holy Word Book", I have to take you to see someone first."

The two walked down the corridor again.

Fortunately, both of them had cultivated holy light, and after releasing the holy light, they moved downward like two big light bulbs.

Levi discovered that the walls on both sides of the corridor were engraved with ancient runes and prayers, and were flashing with light. These runes must contain powerful divine power.

Then they passed by the room where the classics were kept. There was an old man with all his teeth falling out guarding the room. The old man didn't even look at him and Fatih. He just lay on the desk and slept, not even noticing that he was drooling.

But the lord did not dare to underestimate the other party at all. He thought that the old man had known about his and Fatih's arrival by using the Mage's Eye or the powerful prophecy, and he was just too lazy to pay attention to them. This was the arrogance unique to the strong.

Because according to the plot in the novel, the old men who guard the place where divine arts and classics are collected are all top-notch hidden powerful men.

"This is Grandpa Keli. He is too old to support himself, so I hired him to do some odd jobs." Fatih later explained, "Let's speak softly and try not to wake him up."

Well, Levi admitted that he had read too many novels recently. The other party was not a hidden strong man, but a backdoor strong man.

The two stepped into the corridor again, but there were wall lamps on both sides, which made their shadows very long in the corridor.

"In fact, do you know?" Fatih suddenly said, "The Twelve Saints are not made-up myths, but real people. The weakest of them is a legendary warrior."

After giving the lord a heads-up, she continued, "And the person I'm going to take you to see is the last remaining saint in the world."

"Yes, I know." The Lord nodded pretentiously and began to talk nonsense: "I also know that the Goddess of Holy Light was born at the beginning of the world. She is the embodiment of light and life and participated in the creation of the world. After the holy war, the twelve saints went to the goddess's kingdom to enjoy happiness."

"Do you think I'm kidding?" Fatih asked calmly.

"It's not what I thought. You were just joking." The lord rubbed his brow. If the person in front of him was not Fatih, he really wanted to open the other's head to see if he was eaten by goblins.

"Do you know how many years have passed since the last saint? A full 3,900 years! Even a legendary warrior would only live 700 to 800 years at best." Levi smiled slightly: "Such a long time is enough to bury everything. Even a huge rock will be weathered into slag."

Having lived from nearly four thousand years ago to the present day, he can no longer be described as an antique or an old dumpling, but a living fossil in the truest sense.

It's not that he doesn't believe in the existence of the Twelve Saints, but he doesn't believe that these guys can survive until now.

"Levi: When the truth is before people, they will be convinced." Fatih quoted a saying he had seen from somewhere.

"I'll wait and see." The lord just shrugged.

They soon came to a huge bronze door, and Levi found that after arriving here, Fatih's calm face actually became more serious and awed.

"Levi, originally this door would require several paladins to open, but because of you, I didn't order them to come down." Fatir looked at the lord and said, "Thank you for your help."

"Glad to help." Levi nodded, stepped forward, put his hands on the heavy bronze door that was seven or eight blades high, and pushed it to both sides.

As the bronze door slowly opened, the scene inside came into Levi's sight.

The result of this is...

"Damn!" The lord couldn't control his emotions and his face was full of shock.

This is a huge temple. The crystals around it that emit milky white light provide light as bright as day, and various secret texts are engraved on the walls.

In the middle of the temple is a huge holy water pool with clear water. In the pool is a naked upper body man with his eyes closed.

If that were all, it would undoubtedly be mediocre.

The real reason why Levi lost his composure was that this man alone was nearly six blades tall! There was a golden sun mark on his forehead, palm and chest, emitting a soft light, as if it contained endless holy light power.

Rumor has it that this was a god descending to touch the saint's body, leaving an eternal mark.

"This is the twelfth saint, Saint Igo."

(End of this chapter)