The Amber Sword

An old voice came from the dark: "This is the old Mr. Heaspid's aquaculture store. You are injured and my grandson found you. ”

It was Granny Auggis who said, "Don't worry, little girl, you can stay here in peace. Your family will come to you soon. ”

Anyone can see that the Chipamilla costume, this look, is the nobleman's gold.

After listening to this answer, Chipamila stayed halfway to finally find the focus of the question, and she asked: "What is the aquaculture store? ”

The girl with the thick eyebrows frowned slightly, as if she had finally found an opportunity to intervene. She hurried to reply: "The aquaculture store is where the aquaculture is sold. My father runs the entire aquaculture trade in Rusta City. Every noble table in the city has seafood delivered from us.”

Come on, she's a little proud to add: "Maybe you've eaten seafood at home, maybe it's from my house. ”

“Seafood?” Poor Hippamilla, a devout Himilud priest born in the mountains, was the first to hear of this fashionable word.

The girl with the thick eyebrows thought it was really a four-body, undisturbed young lady, but strangely enough, she didn't dislike it at all, even a little bit, and replied: “It's fish, shrimp, crabs and other seafood. ”

Chipamila woke up sober and opened her eyes and asked: "You eat shrimp and crabs! ”

“Of course, Blue Lobster from Cloak Bay, Fisheld's sea crab, are the finest seafood.” The rough-eyed girl explained carefully.

But Xipamira, as if she hadn't heard it, muttered to herself: “You eat shrimp and crabs. It's horrible, they're human friends...”

“What?” The fisherman's daughter was stunned.

Chipamila looked somewhat sadly at the box that the little boy was holding in the water, and she had already seen a lot of ‘human friends' in it.

Girls can barely speak at a time of grief.

The girl with the coarse eyebrows was a little overwhelmed for a while. Somehow, she saw Chipamila's face depressed and felt uncomfortable. She hurried to comfort her: “You... if you don't like lobster and crab, it's actually no big deal. Cod and sardines are also good. ”

“I'm fine, you don't have to comfort me, thank you,” Chipamila answered softly, listening to the comfort of the latter tone, "and shrimp, not just lobster, they're all human friends. ”

The young girl with the thick eyebrows was deaf again. She couldn't speak for a while. She couldn't think of any reason why shrimp and crabs were human friends.

At this time, Shipamira sat up from her bed, lifted her quilt, performed a cure on herself, and created a light bulb to blend into her body, eliminating the trauma on her body.

The cellar was silent when it was halfway through.

“You, you're a cleric?” The girl with the big eyebrows felt her brain was running out, and she never dreamed they'd come back to pick up a temple cleric.

In the eyes of the civilian population, high-ranking believers capable of carrying out ‘sacred arts' have more than a higher status than nobles.

Hippamilla looked inexplicably at a group of people in the cellar staring down at herself and answering in confusion: "Yes, I am the priest of Lord Himilud. ”

The cellar was silent for a moment.

“Bless you, my lord, for you are a cleric! ”

“Am I right, my lord, that you have just performed a profound sacred spell? ”

“My lord, you must save us! ”

As if in an instant, the crowd burst out with seven mouths and tongues.

Hippamilla was shocked and answered in a hurry with a little confusion: "You're mistaken, it's not some kind of deep sacred spell, it's just a cure, it's just a bicyclic spell. ”

“It's just a cure. ”

Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air. Perhaps in the eyes of others, there are dozens of hundreds above the poles and elements of the empire alone, tens of thousands above the golden class and countless pieces of silver and black iron, it is necessary to create the illusion that the empire does not exist under black iron, even ordinary people have at least a level above white.

But in fact, it is a misconception that the vast number of powerful people in the Empire is based on his equally vast borders and population base. In fact, the number of geniuses out of a hundred is far less than that of the Pokémon, nor much higher than that of Eruin.

For the temple, the presence of black iron and silver is numerous, but they are often an important part of the monastic and ecclesiastical armies, above gold, and at least a high-ranking cleric in a region, waiting for the elements, at least the position of bishop.

For ordinary people, the most common pastors, even priests, who preside over a church or regional temple are, in fact, at best the strength of the silver class, and for ordinary priests, they range from white to black iron.

So for them, priests and priests are already high-ranking clergy, but these people have limited powers and generally rarely exhibit 'miracles' when alternatives are available, so their knowledge of pharmacology may sometimes far exceed their knowledge of religion.

There's nothing more to talk about than a therapeutic technique in a district.

So because of this phrase, Hippamilla's position in the hearts and minds was not known for a moment, let alone her appearance.

To seven or eight people in the cellar, this goddess-like lady is already the savior of their hearts.

“My lord, take us out of here. ”

“Yes, my lord, you must save your followers! ”

People talked and talked, but the big man beside him couldn't help but snort. These guys were still loyal clusters of Secret Christians a moment ago. Now they soon become Lord Martha's most devout child, but it is not difficult to convert faith in the heart.

The young mysterious priest in the black robe also shrunk back silently, silently.

Are you kidding me? He's just an ordinary priest. If the adult finds out he's a heathen, a thunderbolt of God comes down, isn't he out of smoke?

Naturally, of course, he imagined the magic of God's thunderbolt, and so far he has not begun to officially learn those dark magics.

Instead, the bishop taught him a spell that he was said to be able to hear when he meditated, but he had never succeeded.

Hippamilla was confused and hurried to say, "Everyone, calm down. What's going on? ”

It was only then that the people went over the current situation in fear, and they also understood it in their hearts. They didn't know what was happening outside, but it didn't look like a good thing. Although they could hide in this cellar for a while, it wasn't a long-term solution.

Needless to say, water and food are far from being consumed by seven or eight people, and for two days at the most, if the unrest outside is not over, their situation will probably end badly. When they were previously involved in the uprising, they were fanatical, but when a meteorite fell, their heads woke up again, knowing that at this time it was only in the temple of fire controlled areas that would be safest for them, the civilians.

And this noble lady is undoubtedly the best person to lead them.

Due to the mess of your words, the clergyman heard what happened for a while, but unlike everyone expected, she didn't make the first judgement, but wrinkled her delicate eyebrows and said, “What's going on? It sounds like it's coming.”

“Miss Cleric, what did you say?” Obviously, people don't understand.

Chipamila shook her head: "If what you say is true, the situation is very dangerous right now, but I'm going to the Lord. Where are you going? ”

“My lord,” someone said hastily, "we don't have to follow you, but can you take us along the way to the nearest temple, where there is a priest, and he must be able to protect us? ”

“I suppose so," Shipamira thought of answering, and she didn't know the way, just asking for directions: "Although I'm a Shimilud cleric, I think there's nothing wrong with everyone bathing in order. ”

She asked, "Where is the nearest temple? ”

“I know,” replied the big man who never spoke at this time, "Miss Cleric, let me show you the way. ”

“Well, as we agreed, I'm only responsible for sending you to the temple, and I'm going to find the lord.” Chipamila said carefully.

Everyone nodded in haste and said yes. The fact that they were collecting food was intended to seek refuge in nearby temples, and now a high-ranking cleric is willing to protect them all the way, is undoubtedly the most exciting news.

The old grandmother also seemed happy. She had intended to stay alone, but with the persuasion of everyone, she also decided to go on the road together. After all, she could not be separated from her grandson. Naturally, there was no dissatisfaction with her. Besides, everyone understood that staying here was just waiting for death.

The old man was reluctant to drag them down, and of course, under normal circumstances, it would be difficult for them to bring an elderly man with mobility difficulties, but now that Hipamila was in the team, that was another matter.

The little boy did not know what had happened, let alone that he was almost separated from his only dependent grandmother, and after receiving the latter's instructions, he climbed up the ladder and opened the stone cellar door above the cellar.

The atmosphere of death in the cellar can't help but get a little warm for a moment. Everyone starts packing things, packing water and food with them. At this time of year, these are the most precious assets for the civilian population. After all, no one knows what is really going on out there, how long the turmoil will last.

Hippamilla, while thinking about finding Brando, was not in a hurry, but rather watched with some curiosity.

In her time, the Temple of the Earth was still active in Warnd, before the War of the Saints, at least a millennium or two away, especially since she was the Virgin of the Temple. She knew little about these things at the bottom, and was interested in seeing them at first sight.

But the crowd wasn't ready, and Granny Auggis' grandson jumped off the ladder and whispered, "Someone's coming outside. ”

Nathan in the cellar calmed down.

The big man asked: "How many people? ”

The little boy looked at the mystical priest standing in the dark corner behind him and said, "Seven or eight, he's like that. ”

“It's the Secrets.” The crowd suddenly got nervous, and although they were still the most fanatical believers less than an hour ago, this moment sobered up and the first instincts of survival regained the upper hand. Who knows if these mystics will clash with the priestly lady, which is their only life-saving straw, and these little citizens don't know the difference between the priests of the temple of flame and the priests of Himilud, but they don't want to have any good relations with the mystics.

It has to be said that the civilians living at the bottom, although not knowledgeable, have simple values and political views, and as soon as they have analysed the pros and cons, they say to the little boy: "Quickly go and re-close the cellar door. ”

“It's too late," the little boy shook his head vigorously: "They saw me when I came down earlier. ”

“Hey, why are you so careless?” Everyone was saddened.

Depending on their color, Hippamilla can't help but worry a little. She's not as heartless as Roman, nor as clear as Brando's division of the world's power hierarchy. Besides, there's a nightmare in the city, and a dragon queen, so many polar experts can threaten her. She doesn't know exactly who the Secrets in these populations are, and she's a little nervous for a while.

She was worried that a messy footsteps had been heard above the cellar, and everyone calmed down and only the young Mystic looked a little bright - of course, he didn't dare say a word more at this time, although the Brotherhood was up there, but the high-ranking cleric lady was still in front of herself, and it might be just a minute before a god's thunder struck him as flying ash.

He was still thinking about the thunder of God at this time.

The atmosphere in the cellar can't help but be a little strange, people's hearts are different, the footsteps are getting closer and closer to the top of their heads, it messes through the open stone door of the cellar and goes in the other direction without stopping.

Everyone stopped at once.

The expression of joy just revealed also solidified in the face of the young mystic, his mouth open for a moment did not know how to regroup back together, his face almost cramped, appeared strange.

Fortunately, no one noticed this, and Shipamira looked at them and asked, "What now? ”

“Wait a minute. ”

Someone said.

“Wait. ”

No one else dares to take risks at this time, even if they rush to make peace.

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