Shadow Covenant

Chapter 7 "The Noble Lady"

After getting into the carriage, Woody was about to go back to the wine estate. He still had a lot of medicinal materials to deal with, and he had to find a special alchemy room. But the dosage and the heat cannot be sloppy.

The carriage drove from the bumpy dirt road to the flat road, and it didn't take long before it left the slums.

But on the way back, the coachman did not take the street that passed through Green Pine Lane, but chose Queen's Avenue, which could reach the wine estates in the south of Palermo faster.

And in the second half of Queen's Road, Woody saw the Palermo Higher Vocational College in the memory of the former owner.

Dozens of small brown four-story buildings that are incompatible with other buildings are closely next to each other, like soldiers in formation, displayed on the right side of Queen's Road.

Just as Woody remembered, it was covered with creepers and moss vines, and the three-meter-high courtyard wall firmly blocked outsiders from prying eyes.

The main entrance of the college is parallel to the direction of Queen's Road, but Woody just glanced at it before concentrating on counting the herbs in the carriage.

"Rosemary, ghost frog flower, ayahuasca..."

But not long after, his eyes were attracted by the taller, grander and familiar white buildings outside the car window. Although he was blocked by many urban buildings, he still couldn't conceal the brilliance of the building itself.

As a player in the previous life, coupled with the style of the building itself, he can almost tell at a glance that this is a temple area that every city with a population of more than 5 people will have.

Lord of Dawn, Goddess of Life, God of War.

The three gods that humans believe in, whether in the Southern Principality or in the extremely cold Northland, all have influence that cannot be underestimated, and they can easily influence the balance of a royal power competition.

When Woody had just arrived in Seymour, the main city of the Northland, he witnessed with his own eyes the officiant of the God of War, and with a single word, a candidate who was originally at a disadvantage in the election became a popular candidate for the throne.

Of course, the officiant itself has strong strength, at least it has to reach level 10 or above to become the officiant of a region. Converted into a player's career template, it is a level 5 priest/level [-] war priest, who can release gods with seven or even eight rings. surgery.

In addition to this, the powerful "War Temple" behind him, which is powerful enough to influence the entire Asenland, also played a vital role.

To a certain extent, the words of the sacrifice represent his will.

In the previous life, many players saw this scene and wanted to become paladins or priests of the temple.

After all, leaning against a big tree is good for enjoying the shade, and it’s not as easy as hanging out, looking for kobolds and goblin tribes in the wilderness every day, bitter warriors and rangers?
This was indeed the case in the early stage, but on the eve of the dark year, the gods stopped answering the prayers of believers.

The price has come, all priests with a perception lower than 20 cannot cast divine spells.

Although the players started with hero templates, they all lost part of their divine spells. Luckily, the paladins had their own fighting skills, but the priests who relied on divine spells were miserable at the time.

Woody still remembers that many priests and players cried and complained that they tried their best to train the priest to level [-] and waited to accumulate experience and contributions to advance to the temple. Unexpectedly, in one version, the divine arts suddenly disconnected , the professional level dropped by one-third all of a sudden, and the magic spells that could be used changed from the fifth ring to the third ring or even the second ring.

Jinben has changed from being the core of the team to being rejected by other players, and some people taunted: Priest?The dog shook his head when he saw it!
Of course, they also know that this is not the wish of the gods, but just a version weakening and adjustment.

According to the official reason given by "Holy One" at that time,

It is because the multiverse can influence, expand, and radiate the wall of fate of the gods' belief medium suddenly collapsed.

Whether it is the Lord of Dawn or the God of War, they also have a large number of believers in other material planes. The backlash of these vows made them, the gods who were once high above, also taste the bitter fruit. The godhead collapsed and the priesthood was broken.

This is why a large number of gods chose to give up the body of the gods and turn into saints to go to various planes.

Staying in the kingdom of God, just to keep the world from collapsing, consumes a lot of divine power every day, and the gods without the wall of fate, no matter how much divine power they have, they will become water without a source. In the end, their own power will be used as Expenditure at cost.

Later, due to the death of the goddess of magic, the magic net linking the multiverse collapsed, and once fell into the same situation as the priest-this is an important reason why Woody did not consider the spellcasting profession in the first place.

In that dangerous and chaotic era, only the strength from the body itself was the greatest guarantee and source of survival.

Woody turned his attention to the temple area back to the herbs in his hand, and became more and more concentrated.

However, in my mind, I had the intention of going to the temple area to buy something. Whether it is the holy water for healing, or the scroll wonders for dispelling evil and ghosts, it is a must-have medicine for adventure travel... but it is a bit expensive.

After Woody sorted out the herbs purchased today and put them away, there was already a faint aroma of wine in the wine estate.

The Edith family's manor is coming soon.

At this moment, the sun was slanting towards the west, and the shadow of the carriage stretched very long on the gravel road.

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In Palermo, or in other words, in the entire Southern Continent, everyone's social status was determined at birth. Some people were born as dukes, while many people worked hard for it all their lives and remained commoners.

Susan Edith, sometimes wonders, what would her life be like if she wasn't born into the family behind her surname?
Will it be a rural woman who keeps a thrifty household, or a philistine cook who runs a bakery?
She didn't know that her life had already been fixed. After seeing her husband and his lover in a tryst, she seemed to have taken the courage of a lifetime when she was pregnant and decided to divorce.

She can't just leave like her brother-in-law, she still has a family.

Being born in the family, growing up in the family, and dying in the family may be her best destination.

Likewise, she couldn't hate a child with his features like she hated him.

In the study room, the lady who just sat on the long-legged swan chair took a sip of the milky black tea. The just-right sweetness shocked her tired spirit after a day of running around. She breathed a sigh of relief and looked up. He turned to the inside of the study and waited for the butler of his manor, Cromwell.

Since his birth, this middle-aged man has dedicated himself to the family just like his father.

Playing with and learning from childhood, to undertaking affairs in adulthood, can be regarded as qualified, or even excellent.

"How is Little Woody today? Did the doctor see it? There shouldn't be any sequelae, right?"

Thinking of this, the bright eyes of the noble lady revealed a little coldness. The members of the Edith family would be beaten with sap in the safest East District and robbed of all their belongings. Does the city guard house eat dry food?

However, this afternoon, she had already had a not-so-long afternoon tea with Bogos of the Tyre family, the philistine Yaluge who was in charge of guarding the city guards. They also want the words of the Edith family's help in the House of Lords.

"Ma'am, Master Woody woke up shortly after you left in the morning! The appointment with Dr. Goburg has not arrived yet..."

Cromwell's voice was a little embarrassed.

"Ah, you're awake? But didn't Karoo say that yesterday?"

She took another sip of the black tea, and the lady, who had not had time to lick off the white milk stains around her lips, looked a little surprised, and finally raised her head.

Cromwell, who had been staring at Susan, also saw the expression on the face of this woman who was already in charge of the Edith family's external affairs, which was difficult to appear in the past, and was a little obsessed for a while.

The years did not leave too many marks on her face. The candlelight in the room set off this face, which was exactly the same as the boy Aleister when he was 16 years old when he informed her sister Sophia that she was going to marry.

Realizing that he had lost his composure, he immediately lowered his head again, and told the lady in front of him truthfully what Woody said when he saw him.

When she raised her head again, the lady returned to her usual graceful posture, and the girlish playfulness just now seemed to be a flash in the pan.

"Oh? You mean that he applied for an underground alchemy room and locked himself in it? Even dinner is useless? Just returned to the room?"

"Stop carving those so-called works of art?"

After hearing Woody's reaction today, she returned home very late. Susan, who was already a little upset by the family business, really wanted to arrest her nephew and question him thoroughly.

See if it was the girl who said something to him again, but thinking of every time the advice he gave in the past, it was in exchange for an extremely mean sentence from that baby-faced boy.

"My father doesn't want me anymore, so why worry about me, Aunt Susan."

Yes, why bother.

She finally sighed, and told Cromwell to pay attention to Woody's condition, and after satisfying his request as much as possible, she asked Cromwell to close the door.

Tonight's night was still very long, and by the bright candlelight, she looked at the new roll of letter paper on the desk that she had just brought back from outside.

Dazed.

The ink of the quill on it had dried completely, but the beautiful and neat title moved her heart so much.

"Agreement on the sale of the Lutov family winery."

　Because the protagonist started as an aristocrat, it is difficult for the story to be like a poor man, struggling to survive in troubled times, and cannot always be fixed on the protagonist. I am also thinking about how to balance it. After all, I don’t know how to write politics, help! ^^
　　
　
(End of this chapter)