In the small church of Obai. Hai, the god of nature, Wutong was arranged to sit next to the old master Belia, while the little loli sat next to Pastor Cui Sibo, silently folded his hands in his chest and leaned against the wall in the corner.

On the church, there were not many chairs full of professionals from Shell Village, whispering to each other. Sir Dick sat directly in front of the church, and the Jazz Lady and the clerk stood quietly behind him. Only the butcher Bethrod sat dejectedly in the front row, beside him was the guard captain Vette, who always had a stern face.

This scene made Wutong feel a little strange, and it felt so swollen like a court waiting for trial?

"...this is how it's happening." Bethrod ended his confession depressedly.

After inquiring, the professions had basically understood what happened. The old mage angrily tapped the table with a wooden staff: "You are a barbarian with tendons in your mind! Just to compete for the share of prey, he put a cursed ring on the hands of my disciple?"

He sneered, like a magic trick, and took out a bunch of scattered items, rings, pendants, wrist guards... all kinds of things: "It's a coincidence that I have some Austral equipment that has not been identified for actual use. If you don't mind... Or, Mr. Bethrod also intends to let me bring these equipment for you in your 'energy and initiative' style?"

Mr. Bethrod's black face, full of beard, turned green in an instant, and everyone else was sweating. Captain Wright, who was responsible for maintaining the safety of the village, even became nervous because the anger of a high-level mage who was hurt by his disciples was not something that a small village like Beike Village could bear, because no one could stop him, and everyone present could not do it.

The mysterious objects collected by a high-level mage, especially "special gifts" intended to be given to a friend who hurts his disciples, no one would want to know what the real function of those things is. Believe me, no one would really want to know. A normal person with a little rationality doesn't even know.

"Runtag, your temper is still so bad."

Just as everyone was sweating coldly, the old pastor said happily: "I think it is better to consider how to punish this poor primitive man than to consider how to solve the curse on your lovely disciple."

The old priest's persuasion seemed to have worked. The old wizard waved his hand and put away the pile of "terrible" things and sat down angrily. Everyone, including the butcher, the jazz and the captain of the guard, cast a gratitude to the old priest, but the old priest's next words made everyone withdraw their gratitude, and Bethrod rolled his eyes and almost fainted.

"...No need to pay attention to that barbarian. Anyway, I have promised my lovely disciple to make the bad guy who bullied her brother a solid wall brick and paste it into the 'Wall of the Faithless'. Uh, no, it should be said that barbarian, you are very lucky to be the first wall brick on Ogaros Island's first 'Wall of the Faithless'."

The butcher's green face began to turn a little dead. If anyone could not mess with the Shell Village, Master Belia would definitely be the second-ranked tough character, and the first-ranked old priest was the kind and kind old priest in front of him.

Because you offend Master Belia, you will die at most "thrillingly", at least "happy", but if you offend Obai Hai's priest, it would be more tragic. The Kingdom of Unbeliever on the other side of the Sea of ​​Misty once described religion like this: Anything that is related to faith is a monster that is even more evil and cruel than the abyss and purgatory.

The old pastor has always been talking about the "Wall of the Unbeliever" before [The Year of Dawn], but all wise creatures are terrified. Legend has it that there will be an unfinished thick and high wall in front of every church. While the pastors prayed devoutly to their gods, the greatest entertainment activity is to slowly water some people without faith into a giant wall brick in a special way, and then build it into the wall. In the terrible era at its peak, even the walls of some cities were made of "Eternal Repentance Bricks".

The manufacturing process of "Eternal Repentance Brick" is very mysterious. I heard that the "believer" is put into a large container, and then slowly pour the granite slurry made of "Supreme glue" into the container. Within a few breaths, it will solidify into the "Eternal Repentance Brick" which is no less solid than the natural granite.

Since the body of the "unbeliever" placed in the container is imprisoned and unable to move, only the part above the neck can move, so when the "Supreme Stone Slurry" spreads to the chin, in order to continue breathing, it is necessary to stretch the neck as much as possible and raise the face. In this way, a "lifelike" face will be left on the "Brick of Eternal Repentance" and will be wailing for forgiveness to the gods they offended.

How terrible is the "Eternal Repentance Brick" that claims to be imprisoned in it? People who are a little older know that as for whether some tough guys are unwilling to "beg for mercy" after death, it doesn't matter if they insist on leaving their faces inside the "Eternal Repentance Brick". Merciful pastors will write your name on your skull to avoid future generations from not knowing who you are.

Well, since the [Dawn Year] has passed and the [Twilight Year] has arrived, this custom has gradually stopped prospering with the "silent world" of the gods. However, not prospering does not mean that the pastors do not intend to make a few "bricks of eternal confession" to repair the church.

"Well, okay, Pastor Al, please don't scare this unlucky guy anymore." Sir Dick stopped this terrible discussion helplessly, but as the lord of the Shell Village, all the former leader of the "Wolf Skeleton" mercenary group present, he must come forward to solve this matter and calm the high-level mage who was challenged with majesty and extremely pampered disciples, and the terrible priest who loves the house and the U.S.

In order to calm the anger of the two terrifying ruthless characters and to save the life of this ignorant barbarian, Sir Dick opened his mouth and scolded Bethrod, saying that he would drop him on the beam of the village entrance gate next time when "Mu Guangri" arrives. However, the Sea of ​​Misty has not had "Mu Guangri" several times a year, and I don't know when the next time will be.

"...As for this 'Bone Eater Ring', I remember that when the "Wolf Skeleton" mercenary group last mission thirty years ago, I had ordered it to be buried completely? Why does it still exist now?"

Sir Dick's gray-brown eyes turned sharp like an eagle. Although he was just a statute, he did not dare to say anything.

Seeing that no one was talking, the Jazz turned his head and asked his wife: "An Lijia, I don't remember it very clearly. Who was responsible for handling this cursed ring at that time?"

The scholar and jazz lady sighed helplessly: "A little barbarian who is innocent and cute, and wants to be the first barbarian caster among the northern barbarians. How volunteer and hardworking he was at that time! I remember that year he seemed to be only 19 years old."

Wutong Khan, a northern barbarian who wanted to become a spellcaster, remembers that he had read in the information that the northern plateau on the other side of the sea seemed to be the legendary Aufa desert cursed by the God of Aufa Bokabu, and the Auin insulated area, which turned it into a strange area where the creatures living there only had muscles but no brain cells. All humanoid creatures there were illiterate

A barbarian who had been naive and cute before finally couldn't bear the huge psychological pressure, and in annoyed, he poured out the whole story that had been hidden for thirty years.

It turned out that a guy who was determined to become the first barbarian spellcaster in the Northland did not deal with this bone eater ring, but was tempted by its special abilities and became the last curse object of the bone eater ring.

Unfortunately, the barbarian who quietly put on the Bone Eater Ring was too low to release the most basic level 0 spell, let alone the Bone Eater Ring that was parasitized on the cursed object and used the intelligence of the cursed object to exert effect.

I don’t know who was unlucky. A barbarian, who was originally full of hope, found that he had brought this magical ring and could not become a spellcaster. Even if he was a fake spellcaster, he raised the ring that could only devour the target bones for ten years. In the end, I don’t know if it was a bone-eating ring. I couldn’t stand this kind of cheating life or if I met the conditions for removal. It finally fell off the barbarian’s finger.

In other words, he had never used any power of this evil ring. It was not that he did not want to, but that he could not, but that he did not cause any changes in the Bone Eater Ring.

He was so excited yesterday that he felt that he had worn this ring for ten years and had nothing happened. He thought that it could not be taken off and had to be fed bones every day. He was so crazy that he forced the apprentice of an unlucky trialist to put it on, and threatened the poor apprentice to send him 1,000 prey every day.

"Do you think everyone in the world is as stupid as you?"

Even Baggio, the bar owner who is also a former Berserker, couldn't help but curse.

"No wonder you insisted on staying on the mainland to experience before "Wolf Skeleton" came to Ogaros Island, and you had to practice for ten years..." Scholar An Jiali suddenly realized.

"It's trouble now..." Sir Dick frowned deeply and looked at Wutong with concern, which made Wutong feel excited. What does it mean?

"I don't believe you have forgotten the origin of this 'Demon Ring'..." Sir Dick stared at the confessed barbarian with a stern face: "Did you forget what was the Wolf Skeleton forced to disband? This only ring brought from... is itself an ominous thing. I have ordered it to be thrown back... Why did he hand over this important task to this barbarian whose father forgot to put his brain into his head?"

Sir Dick knocked his temple in distress, trying hard to recall the situation at that time.

"You fainted from vomiting blood, and I was taking care of you." An Lijia shrugged.

Bar owner Baggio raised his hand: "I have broken my neck except for my neck."

"I woke up three months later." Chef Olkin raised his hand.

"I had an arm that was not broken!" The tanner Lao Jill raised his hand.

"I..."

Very good, it turned out that only a certain barbarian could move at that time.

Wutong found that she seemed to have accidentally gotten into something amazing thirty years ago, and it seemed that the matter was not over yet.

"Although I didn't participate, I also heard of 'that thing'." The old master looked at the bone-eating ring on Wutong's hand with interest: "I didn't expect that there was one item that was taken out of 'that' here at that time.

Wutong was so mao that he was looking at by his teacher. He felt that the teacher had a strong desire for knowledge?

"Okay, no matter what, now things are like this. The question now is how to deal with the abyss breath that has been ‘infected’ on my disciple…” The old mage stared at the butcher with a burning look: “In addition, I really want to know how Mr. Bethrod intends to make up for the harm my dear disciples have suffered?”

Everyone, including Wutong, couldn't help but feel a chill. As the richest and most "poor" person in Beike Village, everyone knew the "habits" of the old master.

"This...we'll talk about it later!"

Sir Dick looked at the barbarian who suddenly lost his desire to survive and smiled dryly and pulled away the terrible topic: "This ring cursed by the demon is an evil object brought from 'that place', and it is obvious that your apprentice has become its victim and has been stained with such a strong abyss, Pastor Al?"

Surprisingly, the old pastor shook his head with regret: "The origin of the demon ring is not that simple. The 'absurd breath' comes from the 'Lord of Evil'. It represents the entire abyss, and it cannot be eliminated by the mercy of a god of nature. Simple prayer and baptism and purification of holy water are not enough to eliminate its existence."

Wutong, who couldn't understand what a group of NPCs said here, knew that the task triggered outside of him did not seem to belong to the Trial Island area, nor was it a task he could complete now. He probably had to wait a long time before he could activate it.

"...However, the abyss breath is not simply a murder or original sin. As long as he maintains his firm will, he still has hope to resist the invasion of the abyss breath in a short time."

The pastor changed his words and looked at Wutong worriedly: "The only thing I worry about is that his strength is too weak now, and I can't be sure whether he can persevere until we find a solution."

"Before that, let him wear that interesting toy mask." Pastor Al stared at the mask of lies on Wutong's face with interest: "I'm curious, where did you get these interesting toys?"

Toys? Wutong sweated. The mask of lies, cloak of hiding and eternal wand on his body were all equipment that was almost cheating. In the mouths of these NPCs, they were just "toys". What kind of terrible world background is "Encounter" in?

The old master also stared at him with an inquiring look, and Wutong had to betray the stargazer.

"The Stars Association?" The old mage snorted, and the old priest frowned obviously, but he didn't say anything. Instead, Sir Dick said earnestly: "Everyone's life and opportunities are the arrangement of destiny. During the trial period, we cannot interfere with the fate of any trialist. Therefore, I hope you can maintain your true heart and not let your soul be completely infected by the breath of the abyss, nor be misled by those guys with fantasy."

A guy with fantasy? Does it mean a sea viewer? What does it mean? Don't understand

Wutong took the opportunity to ask: "What is the 'Abyss Breath'? Are the blood on my body dizzy?"

"You will know later...you just remember to learn to control your own strength, and not be enslaved by strength..." Sir Dick, who was not planning to explain, suddenly became stunned and laughed: "Ah, teaching you is your teacher's job."

Wutong, who had never understood in one night, had to turn her eyes to her nominal teacher. The old mage snorted: "Finish your trial mission first! But from now on, I will start to teach you rigorously to become a qualified mage. You'd better be mentally prepared for the worst."

Wutong sweated for a while, and he seemed to see the scene of his small treasury being quickly flattened.

The old mage's eyes fell on the barbarian butcher who held his breath and narrowed his body as much as possible to avoid attracting attention: "I think it is a reasonable claim for my disciple to bear the study costs for the period before becoming an apprentice mage." Obviously, the old mage who protects the short-term security did not intend to let the unlucky Mr. Butcher.

"What? Are you kidding? Do you know how much money it takes to train a mage? Don't even think about it! You are insulting Mr. Bethrod's IQ! Duel! Mr. Bethrod is going to duel with you...uh~"

Behind the butcher who fell softly and quickly started a loud snoring, Sir Dick's smiling face appeared: "Of course, as an apprentice who chose to conduct a trial in our village, we also have the obligation to assist Master Beria to cultivate him. I believe that everyone present will be happy to teach him any knowledge he is interested in!"

Sir Dick knew very well that as a high-level mage, wouldn't it be clear to the resources and costs required to cultivate an intern mage? What's more, with a beautiful [sleep technique] just now, Sir Dick easily knocked down Sir Dick, who had a sadly low magic resistance, was also a spellcaster himself.
Chapter completed!