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Someone had been by the pond! Also, this person could kill the mountain monster. Could it be that the messenger of the Holy Church personally did it?
Salin could think underwater, but Cang Hong and the others couldn't. Everyone floated out of the water, and Salin had to follow. After seeing the corpse of the mountain monster, Cang Hong was a smart person. He knew that the danger didn't decrease but increased.
After climbing onto the shore, Cang Hong walked to the head of the mountain monster. The head that was chopped off was taller than his body. What kind of weapon could cause such terrifying damage?
Sword Saint!
Cang Hong's heart shivered. To him, a Sword Saint was even more terrifying than an Archmage. Since Archmages were rare, there were a lot more Sword Saints. Under normal circumstances, if mercenaries didn't go near a magic tower to harass it, it would be hard to get involved with an Archmage, let alone a Magic Shooter. However, there were Sword Saints in mercenary groups that were level 7 and above.
The sword energy of a Sword Saint could defend against the power of magic, and it could also leave the body and attack like magic. The most terrifying thing was that after becoming a Bronze Sword Saint, a Sword Saint could fly for a short period of time.
The head of the mountain monster was chopped off by a Sword Saint; it was definitely not a Mage!
Salin also walked over and walked behind the head. He saw a big hole on the back of the head of the mountain monster; it was obvious that the magic core was taken away. Neris secretly spat out more than 20 magic cores that were the size of fingers and stuffed them into her pocket. Anyway, her master's pocket was already full; he probably wouldn't care about these things.
"Cang Hong, let's split up here. Don't go back to your ruin," Salin said.
Salin didn't want to waste time with Cang Hong anymore. He had gained a lot from this trip, and if they split up now, whoever was discovered by the people of the Holy Church would be unlucky.
Cang Hong naturally understood this. He nodded and didn't say anything. Salin took off the metal kettle from his waist and handed it to Cang Hong. The kettle was filled with healing water. Salin threw away the rest of the magic potions and materials he bought from Didips. This metal kettle was the only thing he could use to help Cang Hong.
The flow of time in the temple seemed to be different from the outside. It was now evening, and the setting sun was at the edge of the horizon, illuminating the plains in an orange-red color and emitting heat. It did not look like the late autumn in the Chaotic Swamp at all.
Shika smiled and waved at Cang Hong and Sarah, diluting the emotions of parting.
"Wizard Merlin, thank you for your care during this period." Sarah bowed deeply to Salin and left with Cang Hong. Salin stared at the back of the two people in the sunset, an indescribable feeling in his heart.
They hadn't known each other for a long time, and they couldn't even be considered friends. It was just that they had experienced a few life and death battles together. In the end, he did not even tell her his real name. This feeling made Salin's mood inexplicably gloomy.
Was he going to hide forever? Although Count Alphonso's threat wasn't as great as the Holy Church's, he couldn't go back to his hometown as long as this Count's hatred was still there. He wondered how his teacher was doing. Would he be entangled by the trouble he had brought upon himself?
"Master …"
"Ok, let's go, Neris. It's time for you to learn the common language of the continent." Salin interrupted Neris and walked in another direction. Cang Hong and the others chose to go south, and Salin went southeast. The southeast was the Qinyin Empire. After passing through the Chaotic Swamp, they would first arrive at the Phoenix Duchy.
The Phoenix Duchy was a subsidiary of the Qinyin Empire. It was very small, and it was connected to the Chaotic Swamp. As soon as they arrived at the Phoenix Duchy, they basically entered the area under the protection of the Qinyin Empire. The people of the Holy Church wouldn't dare to enter and exit as they wished.
Salin and the others also left. On the other side of the pool, five figures appeared. The young man in white was the deacon of the Holy Church named Picasso.
"Interesting, we actually saved these heretics."
Picasso's words made the four warriors under him pale. If these words were passed back, even if Mr. Oracle protected them, their good days would be over. They could be thrown to the Cloud Flow Empire as spies, or sent to the Inquisition to watch the prison.
"So you guys know fear. If you are afraid, then don't say a word about what happened today. You guys go after the two mercenaries, I will deal with the mage. " Picasso said. He didn't care about the opinions of his subordinates. He stepped into the air and walked, quickly disappearing from the vision of the four warriors of the Holy Church.
Picasso's body was enveloped by the godly light. He walked higher and higher in the air, and his speed was astonishingly fast. His white robe fluttered in the wind. He didn't use the godly light to protect his clothes.
Salin suddenly became vigilant as he advanced. He suddenly stopped and turned around. There was nothing on the plain behind him, not even the shadow of a Demon Beast.
"Interesting mage, you can actually sense my presence!" Picasso was already above Salin and the others. He suddenly stopped controlling the godly light, and the sky instantly brightened as if the sun had risen again.
Salin immediately activated the invisible shield on his robe to resist the ring of fire. Now that he was rich, he didn't care about the consumption of Demon Cores.
"Who is it, come out!" White light flashed between Salin's fingers. He had already prepared a level 1 magic.
Picasso slowly walked down from the sky. He dispersed the godly light and looked at Salin seriously without saying a word. This young mage was younger, more cautious, and more powerful than he imagined. But that was only for people of his age. How could someone of this level kill Priest Cauchy?
The little demon Neris had an instinctive disgust for the believers of God, but she was smart enough to know that she was no match for this young man. So she pretended to be terrified and hid behind Salin. Sicar's expression was cold. She took her weapon from her back and held it in her hand. She stood beside Salin, waiting for Salin's order.
"Why are you chasing me?" Salin wasn't impulsive. The other party could move in the air, so he was at least a level 7 professional. If he knew magic, he would be at least a level 6 Mage. He wasn't a match for Sicar even if he fought together. He used a level 1 magic to remind this guy from the Church that he wasn't a threat to him.
"I'm not the one chasing, you're the one running," Picasso said calmly, as if he was stating a matter of course. His youthful face, in addition to gentleness and modesty, had a touching charm. When he spoke, it was as if he was your friend, confiding in you.
Salin was speechless. If he hadn't killed someone from the Church, there was really no need to avoid this person. People from the Church weren't ogres. Most of them were easy to talk to. The white robed man's words revealed the essence of the matter. He didn't have to chase, but Salin had to run.
"Young mage, may I know your name?" When Picasso spoke to outsiders, he always looked refined and courteous, but at the same time, he was also irresistible.
"Salin."
When Salin said his name, there was no need to mention how awkward he felt.
"Then, Mage Salin, I want to ask you for a favor. I have a companion called Cauchy. I don't know who killed him. Can you tell me who did it? "
Salin wanted to say that he didn't know, but the other party was probably Deacon Bai from the Church. A level 7 professional, he definitely knew prophecy. This was an ability even more powerful than lie detection. If he lied, the other party could clearly tell.
Was this the power of a deacon from the Church? Facing him, he couldn't even lie!
"Looks like it has something to do with you." Picasso sighed regretfully.
"Can I bribe you?" Salin said something that stunned Picasso. Salin said the word 'bribe' confidently. His eyes were clear, without a hint of shame.
"I didn't kill that Priest. I just happened to pass by the same path." Salin chose his words carefully, trying not to make any loopholes. He thought quickly and continued, "I was hired to explore a relic. In the cave, I saw Priest Cauchy being killed by a Witcher Spider with my own eyes. I only took something from him. If you don't pursue my responsibility, I'm willing to tell you the location of the relic. "
"In the scripture, bribing a deacon is a serious crime." Picasso said calmly. He didn't show any killing intent from the beginning, but Salin was even more nervous than when he met the Mountain Monster.
"That's the relic of the Second Dynasty, the Blasphemy Dynasty you guys call it."
"Oh? The relic of the Blasphemy Dynasty can be used to atone. Mage Salin, do you know the exact location of the relic? " Picasso hid the joy in his heart. He came to the Chaos Swamp this time to look for the relic.
Master Faka had already sent many people to find the relic before the other messengers found out about it. However, the terrain of the Chaos Swamp was complicated. Even he couldn't guarantee that he could search all the places before winter. It didn't matter if he killed this little mage or not. As long as he could find the relic first, Master Faka would give him a proverb, and he would be able to level up soon.
"So it's a deal?" Salin's heart was in his throat. He, Sicar, and the little demon couldn't fight back against this White Deacon.
"It's a deal, but how can I believe you?" Picasso smiled at Salin.
"Do you have a map? I'll show you. The relic isn't far from you. If I'm lying, you have enough time to catch up and kill me. If the relic is real, you won't bother with a little mage like me, right? "Salin wanted to play dumb, but Picasso was very observant, so he could only be straightforward.
"You're right. However, I won't admit this after we leave the Chaos Swamp. If I accidentally meet you, I'll still capture you and bring you back for trial. If you resist, I might kill you on the spot. "
As Picasso spoke, he took out a map from his sleeve. The thin map unfolded smoothly in the wind. There wasn't even a ripple. Salin smiled. The other party really didn't need to show off his strength. He just wanted to get out of danger immediately. He wouldn't point out the wrong place.
Salin found the map Cang Hong showed him from his memory and started drawing lines on Picasso's map with his fingertip. Droplets of acid appeared on his fingertips, corroding a clear line on the map of the comparison center.
"This is the way." Salin retracted his finger and asked, "Can we go now?"
Picasso rolled up the map and said with a smile, "Of course, but I have to remind you that it's not only Lord Faka who sent people into the Chaos Swamp. You may also encounter the subordinates of other Oracles. You'll have to pray for your own good then."
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