The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

I didn't want to, I couldn't care less about what other people's countries did.

But the chaos in San Antório is destined to be far-reaching.

At least looking for ruins in the desert has caused me a lot of trouble.

The documented relics have been found, and around the sand dunes in the desert area, I drove straight into a huge pit, hard to find the ancient relics that were trapped underground.

But soon I realized I had the wrong target.

“The remains of the serpent god? ”

Although I wrote a lot of messy things to earn money for writing, I wasn't very good at archaeology, and the ruins in front of me didn't require much archaeological knowledge.

The most valuable of the ancient ruins are graves or temples, often with treasures and magical objects, tomb thieves… adventurous home magic exploration techniques make it easy to find the direction of the target.

“Looks like this is a blank. ”

But this time, seeing the mural is full of snake-headed creatures, and all sorts of voodoo pots, grassmen, wooden spears and other miscellaneous objects, I just don't really go into it, and I know I've got it wrong.

And magic perception implicitly reacts, obviously some magic props have not been removed.

If it used to be, I'd be very interested in temple adventures and such. After all, many artifacts, treasures, ancient magic were dug up in this way. Gravebreakers... Exploring relics has always been the most profitable business.

But I don't have enough patience and unlimited time to explore the ruins.

Now the host is in a lot of trouble, and I'm not idle to hang around here.

Now that it has been established that this relic is not the site of the Sun God, the rest of that, it is very likely.

“At this point, cross half of San Antonio... ”

Just think, I have a headache, and I still have the title of a wanted chief, and although some people are not serious, the knights and guards at the grassroots level are more real.

I'm afraid it's troublesome once your identity is revealed.

But there are some things that have to be done, the world is getting messier, I'm afraid the days of the gods are in sight, if you can't achieve a breakthrough as soon as possible... it seems like there are many enemies among the gods, not one or two gods who have sinned in the eternal night period, if it really reaches the age of the gods...

“ ……. I won't be the first human being to be RAID by the gods. I'm afraid that will make me famous, but I'd rather not have this honor... ”

There were many gods who had sinned in those days, but it was impossible for them to truly sin under their bodies, and come down to the incarnation and not take care of me. I had sinned to death.

The destruction of their mortal church is tantamount to cutting off their faith, and no meteor counts them as powerful. In such a disgrace is greater than the revenge of killing their father.

As for the exact enemies..... I really don't remember, who remembers how much he crushed when he swept, and how many true priests and priests he killed along the way.

“Keep your head down… ”

Think about it, you can only shrink your head as a turtle for a while these days. At least until you get a few swords, it's still inappropriate to kowtow with a divine character.

Well, as long as those swords really work, it's the true nature of God, and I'm not afraid of it.

When I sacrificed everything and was reincarnated, if I couldn't be stronger, I wouldn't have been stupid.

In theoretical design, there is only one magic sword, at least I can save my life in front of God. If the most dangerous magic sword is formed there, it should not be difficult to kill God.

“Go, go. ”

Cloak your head, spin your age fraud jewelry, wear a fake mustache and wear a worn lock armor, this time disguised as a middle-aged version of Poverty Adventurer.

Such middle-aged and unwilling mercenaries have always made up the majority of adventurers, and I don't think they will be exposed, just be careful.

And I myself am immune to the vast majority of reconnaissance spells, and I don't have to worry about being clogged.

In retrospect, if I hadn't leaked my whereabouts to Prince Winston, they wouldn't have grabbed my position and laid it out smoothly.

But when I think of the long way back, I'm a little overhead.

It's not that I don't want to fly and ride in the sky, so the day is long enough for a week of walking, but San Antonio is not a small country, and all sorts of rides come and go, and it's a lot of fun to be surrounded.

Getting out of the desert was smooth, and it only took a day to fly, but the journey ahead was obviously going to be tough.

I'm even more depressed when I think of the fact that I'm mostly unable to get into town along the way, and that I usually have to dine and stay on the way, and I have some impulse to fly straight over.

On the way, the adventure mixed into a city and exchanged information with intelligence dealers, and the news was all the more frustrating.

At least in much of San Antonio, my suspect's hat could not be thrown off, and the most farcical and unpleasant thing was to pull me together with the Church of the Cathedral. The news from all sides was as if accusing the Church of the Cathedral of causing this unrest. Prince Winston was the dog leg of the Cathedral Church, and I was the murderer they sent me.

I can understand that political propaganda is mostly bullshit, but to that extent, bullshit is hard for those propagandists.

Roland, the dead enemy of the Cathedral Church, works with the Cathedral Church? To murder a queen a thousand miles away? It takes a lot of bullshit to convince people of such absurd messages.

Wherever you go to a city, you can see my big head hanging on the bounty bar, at the gate, which helplessly reduces my plans for getting into and out of the city.

Find a grocery store, replenish the water and unpleasant dry food, and get back on the road.

I thought about whether to find a chamber of commerce motorcade, a team of adventurers to join, and mix into it than to come alone on the road to hide, but given the “turtle speed” of ordinary people, there was no choice but to go alone.

Everywhere, intensely trained militias, roaming knights can be seen, and the shadow of civil war seems to have swept over the country.

And when I got close to Winston, near the Taro River, I got certain news.

The civil war broke out a day ago.

Duke Bartholomew's cavalry, covered by the night, attacked the border city of Turdin and killed all the rebels.

At a time when it was difficult to find a name on the land, with fewer than 2,000 troops stationed, the fortress attracted the attention of all, including the gods, because it represented only one thing - the outbreak of the civil war in San Antonio.

And what is even more frightening is the appearance of giants and fiery demons among the Sergeants of the Duke of Bartholomew. The dead enemies of the past have become allies.

I'm afraid Maria died in the hands of the devil. If she had spirits under her fountain, she'd already be angry.

And I went over the map, and I realized that Turdine wasn't far from where I was, and I hesitated for a moment, and I chose to go around.

But unfortunately, this time, it was a little late, and the pursuit was already at the door.