After the holy sword is broken

Even the executors of the religious order who bathe in the sacred glory and act on behalf of the will of the gods occasionally have times of passive sabotage, confusion and evasion.

Alger, the third executor of the poem of truth, is in this state.

Yesterday in Dana's mage's tower, we discussed for an afternoon about the flow rate of time in the internal and external ratios, but no results were obtained.The bard's words also failed to solve his doubts.

Therefore, he prepared to adjust the execution sequence of various tasks on his body.

For example, today, he can help the priest in the mission hall move the pamphlets distributed to the believers.

As for the holy sword, Alger suddenly felt that the holy weapon that could be used to open wine barrels might not have as much significance as it was advertised in the past?

After finishing the morning class, Alger left the prayer room, and the moment he opened the door, he confessed to the gods for his disrespectful thoughts about the Holy Sword.

Today's sunshine is very good, the temperature is pleasant, and the blessings of the goddess of spring can be seen everywhere.

The person standing outside the door seemed to be favored by the goddess, and the golden sunlight fell on him, like a layer of hazy and shining holy light.

It hurt Alger's eyes a little.

The popular lover of Wangcheng didn't block the door, but was talking with the witches of the sect three or five steps away.

His little apprentice stood behind, looking around curiously.

Seeing Alger coming, Burgess stopped talking, and the little witch turned around and waved to him cheerfully.

"Alger, take Mr. Burgess to find His Majesty the High Priest, I have to dry herbs."

The young executor bit the bullet and responded: "Okay."

The seat of the Order of the Poetry of Truth is a small complex of buildings.Once the outermost gate is closed, the inside is a self-contained area.

But in normal times, the outermost gates are all open, even at night, night watch will be arranged.

The Poetry of Truth Headquarters also gets along very well with the residents of Wharf Town. Residents will come to listen to the preaching of the pastors, and believers will often come to help with trivial matters.

Alger led Burgess through the building complex, and people greeted him from time to time on the road.

Some are members of the religious order, and some are residents of the town. Today, there happened to be a preaching by the priest.

Three or two children aged seven or eight were holding heavy books, and ran over with their short legs swinging "da da da". One of the children with slightly messy clothes still had half a piece of bread stuffed in his mouth.

When they saw Alger, they stopped and greeted enthusiastically: "Brother Alger, good morning!"

"Good morning, may the gods bless you."

Alger nodded towards them.

Then, this group of little radishheads discovered that beside their "Brother Alger", there was a handsome and outstanding stranger.

Children don't know how to hide it, and they are amazed when they think it looks good, and the word "wow" with a drawn-out tone is endless.

Alger smiled and shook his head, his eyes glanced at the book cover.

"Ready for class? "Magic Pharmacy"?"

"Yes! Ms. Fei Liya's class!" A child replied.

Alger smiled and said, "Then hurry up, Your Excellency Felia hates being late."

The little carrot heads panicked all of a sudden: "Ah, yes, Brother Alger, let's go first."

The sound of small footsteps became chaotic and quickly disappeared.

Alger's smile has not yet restrained, and there is a gentle smile on his brows and eyes.He turned to Burgess: "I'm really sorry, our children have little discipline, did you offend you?"

Burgess looked at him for a moment before answering, "No."

Alger quickly suppressed his smile, and looked businesslike again.

"The altar of the chief priest's crown is just ahead, very near."

Burgess nodded and took a few steps forward. He asked, "You have a deep affection for the Order."

Alger gave him a strange look, as if he didn't quite understand why the other party said that, and he didn't directly agree, but said: "I've been here since I was a child, except for my adoptive mother, I'm the closest person in the religious order."

Burgess' eyes flickered slightly, but he didn't answer.

"Speaking of it," the lecture has already started, the children's class is also being called, and there are fewer people on the road. Alger is not used to this kind of silence, so he takes the initiative to find a topic: "You came to see Your Majesty the Priest, what are you doing?" Is something important?"

"It's an invitation I received before. I put it on hold for a long time, and then I forgot it. But I want to see you, so I brought it up again."

...You are so straightforward, do you really need to find a reason?

Alger had some headaches, but fortunately, the Poetry of Truth's residence was not big, and the most distant buildings were not far away, so the destination had already been reached.

"right here."

Alger knocked on the door for him.

"Come in." The chief priest's voice was calm.

After seeing the people outside the door, he asked, "Is that Mr. Burgess?"

"Correct."

"Please come in and sit down." The chief priest paused, and then said to the executor: "Alger, please wait at the door."

Alger blinked inexplicably, but still agreed.

Watching the door close, he glanced left and right, picked a clean step, and sat down.

The little apprentice who followed Burgess also stayed outside, running around and looking around, his eyes full of novelty.

The morning sun is very gentle, warm but not strong, and the wind in early spring is also very gentle, with the rich water vapor of the inland sea, less lightness and more tenderness.

Alger narrowed his eyes slightly, facing the light, silently looking at this place that has accompanied him for more than twenty years.

The layout of the chief priest's quiet room continued the consistent style of the poem of truth, simple, plain, and even random.

The tables and chairs are the most common wooden tables and chairs, which have not even undergone much finishing, but simply polished off the wood thorns, making them look very rough.There are almost no redundant furnishings in the interior, only the emblem of the poem of truth is carved on the wall behind the main seat.

"Are there any other requirements?" asked the chief priest.

Burgess sat leaning on the wooden chair, with his legs crossed, his chin resting on his hands, and leaning on the armrest, as if a few bones had been pulled out.

There was a loose expression on the handsome face, still that amazing brilliance, but at this moment there was still an indescribable laziness.

"There is one more question." His voice was still cold and clear, like the wind blowing in his ears: "It's about another matter."

"Please say."

When the door was opened again, Burgess had restrained his sloppy expression, and returned to the look of the flower of the high mountains.

The head priest also came out, and he said to the executive waiting at the door: "Alger, now, I have assigned you a new task, which is listed first in the execution sequence."

Alger stood up and saluted the chief priest.

"At your disposal."

"Hunting a Chimera."

Alger reacted for a while, and said uncertainly: "...Is it the Chimera with the three lions and the dragon language?"

"Correct."

"..."

Is this creature a bit of a legend?

Why is he always dealing with these out-of-the-ordinary things lately?

"You only need its fur, and you can handle the rest yourself."

fur?

In other words, when he was hunting, he had to pay attention to the wounds on the monster's body surface, so as not to damage the integrity of the animal skin too much.

"... Isn't the difficulty a bit high?"

It was too hard for him.

"Believe in yourself, you can do it." The head priest comforted me perfunctorily.

"No, I think my task pressure is a bit heavy now. Has the one on paternity leave not returned to work yet?"

Alger protested.

"He..." the chief priest drew out his voice, as if he was thinking about how to explain it, and it didn't take long before he continued: "Even if the sixth executor resumes work, he is a pastor, and he is still a pastor who assists in positioning. Is it appropriate to let him go hunting?"

...It seems that it is really inappropriate to say so.

Alger's expression was complicated.

"Go to the location of the mage's prophecy, and then open a portal, and hurry up, just in time for lunch."

... How can it be so easy!

Alger opened his mouth to say something, but the chief priest made a final decision: "Okay. Those who can do more work, I will leave this matter to you. I believe you will not disappoint my expectations."

Looking at the closed quiet room door, Argel paused for a while.

A chuckle came from beside him, it was Burgess.

"The horns on the head of the Chimera sheep are also an important material for the holy sword."

"Have you agreed to forge the holy sword?" Alger looked at him after hearing that.

He shook his head, the smile in his eyes was still there, and his eyes were bright: "No. I'm just afraid that you will refuse."

Alger sighed: "How could I refuse the order from the chief priest?"

"If I ask him to convey my heart for me, will you consider accepting it?"

Burgess smiled so hard that his eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and he couldn't tell whether he was joking or serious.

"This is not within the scope of that His Majesty's duties." Alger turned his head slightly, and brought the topic back to business:

"In the religious order, there are only two mages who can predict magical creatures of the Chimera level and open portals at the same time. There are only two permanent residents in Dock Town. Your Excellency Feilia is teaching apprentices. Would you mind walking a little longer?"

Another mage is Dana, who is known as a genius.

Although Alger never came to see him that day.

"He regards me as a coachman." Faye said to Borgins, "Since I learned the temporary portal, he never drove by himself again."

"No, you're not serious. I'll take the return trip myself. The main reason is that I don't want to have to argue with the account because of the reimbursement of travel expenses." Alger corrected.

"Travel expenses? Reimbursement?" Burgess frowned slightly, a little puzzled.

Alger spread his hands: "I also want to give selflessly, but I am really poor."

Dana knocked on the table: "Is the problem about the travel expenses? If you fold two more swords, the bills will fight you hard."

Burgess: "Is the poem of truth so tight?"

The rich blacksmith couldn't make it to this circuit. He originally thought that the simple layout inside the church was just because of its plain style.

Dana thought for a while: "Actually, there are quite a lot of income every year, but there are also a lot of strange expenses.

"For example, various damage reports that account for a large proportion, except for the case of Alger, there are also high-level meetings that are held every now and then. The power is astonishing, if not for the forbidden magic circles in the meeting rooms, it is estimated that the dock town has disappeared several times."

Alger sighed: "There is also raising children. It is rare in mainland China for mentors to pay for apprentices. Priests really like to pick up orphans."

Dana: "Yeah, like you."

The two were speechless.

After a while, Master Fa shook his sleeves, raised a hand, and said to him, "I'll position and open the door for you, and then I'll be your assistant. The eyes of the Chimera dragon head belong to me."

Alger clapped his hands with him: "Deal."

The author has something to say: But these are not the main causes of poverty.