Chapter 814 The Great Famine Is Coming!

Gretel successfully advanced and was very proud of himself. While he was celebrating with his friends, there was one person who was living a miserable life.

——The Cult of Glory, Inquisition, Vice-President of Lucerne.

Nearly a year ago, the deputy referee was ordered to die by the chief referee, "If he can't kill anyone, he will go there himself." Since then, he has been in a state of life and death:

Send someone over to inquire about the news, and the target has returned to Nevis;

Send people over to assassinate, but nothing will happen;

If you want to send a higher-level killer, check your wallet and bribe one more, you will become a pauper...

And what future will a deputy chief referee who has become a pauper have in the Inquisition and the Glorious Holy See?

The best outcome is to be marginalized and transferred to an ordinary casual job in a rural area, and to provide for retirement from now on; the worst outcome is...

In the secret cells of the Inquisition, it is not that there are no former members of the Inquisition, or even high-level officials. After arresting so many people and killing so many people, do you really think there is no backlash?

The deputy referee of Lucerne counted and counted his savings. Finally, he gritted his teeth and made a decision that went against his ancestors:

He wants to go to the Kingdom of Kent in person.

Of course not to assassinate the target personally, what are you thinking about? His professional level is only level 13, which is nothing in Nevis City. He is still a priest, not a knight. Without the support of a warrior, how can it be so easy to kill someone?

The Carlisle who faced him before was already level 14!

In this regard, he is still relatively weak among the disciples of the Lord of Thunder! That Gret Nordmark is in Nevis, in his mage tower, under the protection of the Lord of Thunder. How can he be so easy to kill?

But the Kingdom of Kent still has to go. When we arrived at the Kingdom of Kent, the sky was high and the Holy City was far away, so it was not easy for the power of the Glory God Religion to reach out. Instead of going to Nevis, he would find a small place to live in the surrounding areas and patiently wait for the opportunity——

If you really can't find the opportunity and the Holy See is pressing hard, the worst possible outcome is to escape to the New World!

Although life is a little harder, although enjoyment is less, although there are uncivilized natives everywhere you look around...

But you can live! Walking deeper into the land, in the vast new continent, it is not easy for the Holy See to reach out, and it is not easy for those magicians and pagans to find him!

If he were to find an indigenous tribe at random, he would definitely be offered up as a 13th-level priest!

The deputy referee of Lucerne disguised himself and hid in a small town in the county next to Nevis. He read the newspaper every day and often inquired about news. So he knew that Gret Nordmark had advanced to level 7 mage soon after returning to Nevis;

Then he knew that Gretel Nordmark had produced a bunch of results again;

So he knew that Gretel Nordmark and the medical branch, Black Crow Swamp, and many magicians were working together to do research...

Moreover, this goal is too autistic. The deputy referee of Lucerne worked hard to find out that he had been in Nevis for six years, but he had only left three times! three times!

Two parliamentary missions, one return home, and the rest of the time spent in Nevis doing research. To do parliamentary tasks, you must have a large group of guards. I return home very quickly. The eighth-level silver-moon deer can travel hundreds of miles a day with its long legs, and I can't even catch up...

Look at other magicians and other professionals. If there are monsters here, they will fight and catch them. If there are strange celestial phenomena there, they will rush over to see them. They are everywhere in mountains, forests, swamps, and deserts. Such a target is so easy to kill!

Kill a few and walk away, and no one will know about it for half a year!

The deputy chief judge of Lucerne waited and waited. Finally, when he arrived at the Oak Grove Medical Clinic, there was news about a mage tower. Now, okay, I have a mage tower where I live, and a mage tower where I work?

This is simply an iron wall! There is a huge difference in how difficult it is to kill a magician who is in the wizard's tower and a magician who is not in the wizard's tower!

Moreover, even if the magician relaxes his vigilance, the magic tower can automatically scan and alert those who enter the envelope, especially high-level professionals. Once the magician is attacked, the support, defense, and attack of the magician tower will automatically follow.

There is no hope!

Gotta go!

The deputy referee of Lucerne gritted his teeth and made up his mind. He disguised himself again and went around the Kingdom of Kent, getting rid of the Holy See's eyes. Then, he purchased a batch of salt and directly found a ship to the New World in the name of a small businessman.

Gone, gone!

I don't care about the targeted elimination of targets or "go there in person if you can't kill anyone anymore"!

Life is the most important, living is the most important, save your life and you will always have a chance in the future!

At most, the target can't always stay in Nevis, right? You always have to come out to practice, right? So many magicians are coming to the New World, maybe he will come too one day, right?

Maybe then, in the vast new continent, he will be able to meet the opponent and kill him? The Holy See's order was to "go there in person and kill him." It did not say where to kill him, nor did it specify when to kill him...

The deputy referee of Lucerne huddled in a narrow cabin and swayed on the sea for nearly a month before finally swaying to the New World. Jumped off the boat, rubbed his eyes——

"Ouch! Bad luck!"

High up in the harbor, the pilot lighthouse stands majestically, overlooking the bottom, and the light can be seen from more than ten miles away. It is also a mage tower!

But there's nothing we can do about it. The destination of the ship that the Deputy Magistrate of Lucerne was looking for was originally the settlement established by the Magic Council in the middle of the Northern Continent. Without the Mage Tower, that would be impossible!

This small town named Waltham was built on a natural deep-water harbor. A very small part of the residents are magicians and warriors from the Parliament, as well as businessmen, clerks, etc.; the other half live in the Kingdom of Kent and have no means of living. Poor people who sold their bodies for money and were hired to work in the New World.

There are also more than half of the surrounding indigenous people, coming and going, bustling. Carrying a variety of local specialties, whole bison hides, beef tendons, dried and cured wild boar meat, rich beaver skins, pearls of different sizes, as well as various medicinal materials and Warcraft materials...

Same thing, sell to these tall outsiders with white skin, golden brown, brown and red hair, and then exchange them for weapons and healing potions.

The whole of Waltham, the port area, and the trading area were abuzz with noise. As for why they didn’t start a fight…

Lucerne only walked three streets before he saw a mage tower standing at the end of the street from a distance. He turned around and immediately changed direction. After passing two intersections, he saw another mage tower.

The twin towers face each other far away, forming a triangle with the port lighthouse. Lucerne was frightened, tried his best to contain all his aura, and walked out along the roadside. When I turned an intersection, I saw a group of soldiers walking from the opposite side, talking and laughing, carrying weapons.

Looking up again, oh, the Temple of the God of War.

Next, he saw the Temple of the Spring Goddess and a lush oak tree. The crown of the tree spread outwards, covering half an acre of ground... The deputy referee of Lucerne said that there was no fluctuation in his heart at all.

Anyway, let’s go! Go quickly! Go inland, out of reach of those pagans who play with magic!

The deputy referee of Lucerne sold two bags of salt at the port, purchased a batch of daily necessities, and hired a carriage to drive inland. He rushed to an indigenous tribe and sold a batch of goods; he rushed to another indigenous tribe and sold another batch of goods.

Before I knew it, I had passed seven or eight tribes, and it was a full month's journey from the interior. Finally, he found a small tribe to live in seclusion near the Thunder Lake, two days away from the lake shore.

——The reason why it is called "Thunder Lake" is because the local indigenous people have an old legend that if you walk northeast along the shore of the lake for five days and five nights, you will reach the end of the lake and then keep going north, and you will come to a high cliff. The waterfalls are rushing and thundering all day long.

It is said that there was once a warrior whose bride was taken away by the chief and he himself was driven out of the tribe. The warrior fought to the death, came to the place where the thunder thundered, and jumped down. He was swept into the lake by huge waves, but survived with unparalleled courage and perseverance, and became an extremely powerful warrior.

He returned to the tribe, successfully killed the chief, took back his bride, and lived happily with his lover ever since. On the side of Thunder Falls, there is a narrow and elegant white waterfall, which is the veil worn by the bride...

Lucerne did not want to hear a word of these words. Even though he was hundreds of miles away, he could feel the gathering of elements that frightened him from the direction pointed by the natives.

The extremely powerful water element, and maybe the thunder element? He would not be surprised if that place was occupied by powerful high-level monsters. He would definitely not be surprised if there was a mage tower standing there.

So, be quiet, just be quiet. Stay away, stay calm, and go find out the news when you have time...

The deputy referee of Lucerne lived in seclusion as he wished. As a small businessman with some skills in healing, he brought much-needed supplies to the indigenous tribes and cured two patients. He was immediately enthusiastically retained by them——

This small tribe of less than 500 people had just lost its healer.

The natives gave up the house where the former elder lived, refurbished all the straw mats inside, and each household contributed their treasured animal skins. He promised that as long as he was willing to stay and treat the people of the tribe, the tribe would be responsible for all the food and drink...

sounds good. However, the Lucerne deputy referee only stayed for three days and felt that life was worse than death.

How long has it been since this shabby house was cleaned? There was an old stench that made him want to die all the time!

This shabby house doesn’t even have a sewer! To go to the toilet, you have to brave the wind and snow and run into the wild! He asked the natives to get him a barrel and send someone to pour it out, but they actually told him that there was no such rule!

What does this poor tribe eat? The suspicious grain cakes were either mixed with stones or sand; the fruit wine had an extremely weak taste and was a little sour! The surface of the meat that has been dried for who knows how long is completely black!

Just thinking about surviving, is it too much to lower your living standard to this level? Otherwise, why not take a risk and go deeper inland to find a larger tribe?

But the living standards of the indigenous people are just like this... Should we live in the small town of Waltham?

Or maybe just go back to the Kingdom of Kent?

Lucerne stirred the tubers and grains of unknown origin in the wooden bowl, thinking deeply. Before he could come to a conclusion, the door was pushed open, and a dozen soldiers filed in and saluted him:

"Elder, we need your wisdom to guide us - famine is coming..."

What, even this little thing, will I not be able to eat enough in the future?

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