Wizards of the North

Even after experiencing many things and being frightened by fear, there is still a trace of arrogance. Over time, this arrogance grew in my heart like weeds. I began to think that I was different, unique, and irreplaceable. With this kind of spirit, a new journey started under the agitation of the prophet.

Business and new business made it impossible for the inn’s few staff to continue to "retain" the Prophet, but the Prophet still stayed in the inn and did not leave. He was doing nothing to eat and drink all day long, although the story is still endless, there are not many people listening to the story.

It's not that I don't want to listen, but it's hard to get some free time in the busy!

Business is like this. Once you have established a reputation and established your reputation, someone will naturally come to your door. After a few times, everyone became more courageous, and the new contract no longer needed to find outsiders. It's just that the prophet is still a mindless temper and wants to interfere in the business of the inn. He seems to have never noticed that this is the inn and who is the real owner.

Yes, who is the real master?

The answer lies there, it will not be a prophet, and of course it will not be people like myself. It's just in high spirits, everyone has lost their vigilance and awe.

The failure came so suddenly that the person who went out that time never came back. As scattered news kept coming back, everyone staying behind in the inn got lucky. Because no matter who went out, it was impossible to come back alive, it was an ambush against the inn, and there were many participants.

Fortunately, the Prophet still lays in the inn; Fortunately, the Prophet is still as big as the rumors. Therefore, the roots and feet of the ambushers were quickly exposed. They were a group of people similar to themselves-the same licking blood, the same talent. The difference is that they are not good at shadow power.

The prophet is still a spirit of deathlessness. Even though he is already furious, he still does not forget to ridicule: "After all, it is from the dark night gate, it will inevitably make people look up to it. Dealing with a few influential little guys, it is unexpected It's a gang fight."

What is "again"? This is the first time here at the inn, okay?

The question was quickly answered, and the hateful prophet was not as appetizing as telling a story.

"The old tradition is like this. Either one hits a group or gets hit by a group. Of course, if you don't really commit a taboo, you won't be hit to death. Since you are killed, then think about why you should die. Right?"

To think is to think, even if the wise don’t. Otherwise, I don't know how to die next time. But after thinking about it for a long time, the prophet shook his head like watching a joke.

wrong! He was just looking at the joke with cold eyes.

In his eyes, is everyone just a bunch of jokes?

I really want him to never laugh again, but he can't do it. After all, his wealth and life depend on him. What is the difference between killing him and suicide?

Under his own sign, in the crowd's pleading, the prophet gave the answer unhurriedly, in awe. When I heard this answer, I suddenly understood a lot. I understood why the prophet came and why he told those stories.

Yes, in awe.

Those stories are full of his awe of the gods, although the gods in the stories are not prominent in this world. But the hints from the story all show the power of these gods. Their strength does not need to be manifested in this world, nor do they need to be widely worshipped, and the more powerful they are, the more so. When they speak out the law, the offender will naturally be punished. Punishment does not necessarily come from the gods, but may also come from the hands of mortals, just like a business that has been taken over before, like being ambushed by an "accident" this time.

Alas, finally understand those stories.

For people with extraordinary talents like themselves, they must understand the will of the gods. Obey, not necessarily safe and sound; violation, will be condemned by God.

Oh, wise men, prophets, they...

Finally guessed their truest identity. They are indeed a group of guides, as they claim to be, because this is the duty assigned to them by the deity. For this reason, they are not afraid of danger, life and death.

Unfortunately, it was a little late to wake up...

...

The prophet would still tell a story after he was full of food and drink, and everyone began to listen carefully, so the deep meaning hidden in the story began to emerge.

Some truths can only be told through stories, because the gods involved are difficult to articulate. It's not that it can't, but it's unwilling and worthwhile to take some risks for people like myself. Whether it is a prophet or a wise man, they are not afraid of life and death, but they are worried about offending the gods.

Oh, what a bunch of old slickers.

People can have their own calculations, but they must have a firm stand, especially those with special identities. A pack of wolves are waiting, and any mistakes may become a ladder for others to please the deity.

The gods will not restrain their subordinates with good and evil, at least not in the light, not in the dark night, and those primitive gods who appear in the city of the gods will not, so they can act recklessly without offending them. Even if there is a little offense, contradiction, or even disobedience unintentionally, as long as there is awe in the heart, it will probably be fine. Just like the Great Sacrifice of Mela in the story, she didn't like the **** Dark Night and was never punished; just like the bishop Nicole, she has always made her own way and is safe. But that's them, they have never touched that level.

Fortunately, I still have a chance. The story is described like this. They have gone through trials and tribulations and walked to the feet of the gods step by step...

The Prophet spoke very relaxed and comfortable, as if he was one of them.

However, those who listened to the story gradually felt chills. It seems to see the gatekeeper eating the corpse of his companion, turning the dying bonfire beside him into glory...