The Troubles of the Young Wizard

　　 Is this Drake City? Sure enough, it was the countryside, and there was no comparison with the king. There were vulgar and inferior people and merchants everywhere. Apart from the slightly better air and public security, he could hardly see any extravagance.

　　 What did I see? A missionary led a group of poor ghosts to pray under the public. Oh my god, you actually let the dirty child touch your uniform robe with her dirty hand? Why can you still laugh?

　　 Why? Why would a noble person like a missionary be with a group of humble people? Shouldn't you sit in a spacious and bright church, waiting for someone to give you money, ask you to recite a section of the goddess brilliance, and then sell the holy water at a high price?

　　 Why do you consume a lot of holy water on these dispensable people?

　　 Yes, he saw that the missionary was pouring holy water. Although the method was more gorgeous, he did the same process as other pastors and bishops to baptize believers by pouring holy water.

This must be an unwilling missionary who has been squeezed out. Even if the smile on his face is truly charming, Strand doesn’t think this is his heart, but as the most noble person here, he feels that he is still peaceful. He asked about the way better

"Dear missionary, hello, I am a lost lamb and need the guidance of the goddess." The twenty-eight-year-old Strand has long golden hair, a soft face and a slender figure. He can be elected king. He is one of the top ten perfect lovers. His appearance, manners, and conversation are impeccable.

　　 "Guests from afar, you can see that you have gone through a hard journey. May the goddess bless you. I don’t know where the guests from far away want to go?"

The glittering missionary took out a white handkerchief, wiped her hands clean for the dirty little girl who was only five or six years old in front of him, then put a piece of candy in her hand and rubbed her little head: "Go back, kid , Your parents are still waiting for you."

After the little girl thanked the missionary, she jumped up to a young couple and showed the candy to her parents like a treasure. This is a pious and loving missionary, and Strand secretly came to a conclusion in her heart. , "Honorable missionary, your character is commendable. You are the most loving missionary I have ever seen."

　　 "No, I'm still far behind, compared to my teacher, my performance is far from enough." It seems that thinking of Little Ville, the missionary's eyes are full of worship.

　　 My own influence and expressiveness are still not enough, otherwise there will not be only 20 or 30 people here to listen to their hymns, but dozens, hundreds or even hundreds of people. We must know that Mr. Weir never told them that he was coming, and no one knew that he was coming back. As a result, he attracted so many people. And his almost provocative preaching, every time there are only dozens of people, and sometimes even a few. There are only a dozen people, but I will not give up.

　　 "Your teacher must be a kind elder." Observing words, saying good things is a compulsory course for Playboy. As the worst of the ten most beautiful men in the capital, Strand is very good at observing words.

　　 Sure enough, the missionary’s smile increased: "Is there anything I can help you with? Guests from far away."

　　 "I want to find a hotel in the central area, preferably a place not far from the Church of the Goddess of Dawn. You know, the closer you are to the goddess, the more holy it is." Strand's words were impeccable.

The missionary’s smile became brighter and brighter. “For guests from afar, the West End is the most remote place in Drake City. The people living here are the people from the bottom of the city. If you know a philanthropist, this is the best place. ."

"If guests want to do business, the bustling commercial districts in the southern district and the traditional commercial districts in the eastern district are both good. The northern district is where factories are concentrated. It is slightly better than the western district, but the environment is not ideal. Of course my teacher With the help, it is getting better and better. The central area is the political center of Drake City, and it is also the gathering area of ​​nobles and wealthy businessmen, and the environment is also the best place."

　　Strand's face sank suddenly, **** it! That caravan actually left itself in the slum area? ! He also said that this is the safest place in Drake City and the least noticed place.

　　 It turns out that the relatively large flow of people from outside the slums is indeed not concerned, but I have a mission to appear as a noble person. If I really settle here, then everything will be done.

"So, it's no wonder that the people here don't look very good. The preacher is really a caring person. He came to preach the goddess doctrine for them." Strand felt that it would be uncomfortable to let himself stay in this place for a day. Death, it is safe and unsafe to say otherwise, but the people here really make him a little blind, and the slums are too far away for a handsome man like himself.

"No one can decide their origin, but everyone has the right to believe in a goddess. Goddess is selfless and selfless. Where the sun shines, there will be followers of the goddess. This is the goal that we goddess missionaries have been striving for. "This slogan was put forward by Teacher Well. When I heard this slogan, my shocked mind couldn't turn around.

　　 What a great ideal this is. Teacher Weier has been guarding the city silently. He has defeated the invasion of the city by **** devils, devils believers, and foreign races, and has been praised by the goddess.

　　 What about yourself? The strength of force is definitely not as good as Teacher Well, so use your beliefs to accomplish the great cause that the teacher usually does not have time to accomplish!

　　The face of the enchanted missionary is full of happiness. He is a little transparent in the church, but among the believers at the bottom, he is the messenger of the goddess. According to Teacher Well's idea, he goes deep into the people to solve their problems. Although it was just a simple matter of pointing out a way, it also ushered in countless worshiping eyes and devout believers.

　　 can't do it! You cannot be complacent, and you must deepen your knowledge of the people’s livelihood. Once you fail to answer the believers’ request for help, it is likely to damage the image of the goddess. This is absolutely unforgivable.

　　 "It would be great if I had the powerful ability of a teacher, he is simply an almighty messenger of the goddess." Thinking of this, the missionary couldn't help but sighed.

Through the exchanges during this period, Strand found that the missionary was quite knowledgeable. Although the knowledge he was proficient in was secular and not elegant, he was also known as knowledgeable. I did not expect that he would worship his teacher so much and let this The foreign traveler couldn't help becoming more interested, "Since you want to be a wise man like your teacher, why not stay with him and continue learning?"

"The teacher is not in the church, and he still has a greater responsibility to bear." The missionary's words made Strand understand that his teacher is a big man, and it is likely that he has been transferred to the headquarters~www.readwn.com~ This can also explain why the missionary was pushed out and sent to the ghetto. Strand's delusion broke through the celestial pole, but his face remained silent.

　　 "How are we going to church?" After walking for a while, Strand, who felt a little pain in his feet, couldn't help asking aloud.

"Of course I walked over. It's not far from the church. You can get there in an hour, and you can see if there are any believers in need of salvation on the road." As he was talking, the missionary suddenly saw a child fall. He fell to the ground, and there was a stray dog ​​chasing him, hurried to protect the child behind him, took out "Goddess Glory" to read to the stray dog, and then the stray dog ​​retreated with a whimper.

　　Strand suddenly felt that the missionary next to him was so unreliable. Is this poisoned by faith?

　　 Watching the missionary bandage the wound of the child, and even used holy water to clean him briefly, Strand felt that the missionary's brain was indeed sick. Is the holy water so bad? Do you have a lot of holy water here? Didn’t it mean that Drake City had been invaded by demons, devils, and alien assassins, and the holy water was very nervous?

"Dear missionary, I am tired and hungry at the moment, and I want to find a suitable inn to rest soon." Strand hesitated, or said his request, and then the missionary found one to go to the central area. The delivery carriage made Strand squeeze into a small space, and took the opportunity to sprinkle a little holy water on him. After confirming that there was no problem, he sent him a blessing and sent him away.

　　 After the carriage turned two intersections, Strand finally couldn't bear it, escaped from the delivery carriage, paid for a passenger carriage, and came to an inn in the central area.