As an angel, Nia's character should be trustworthy.
It was just that asking Roland to go to the Temple of Light to find a dark creature was really too much.
It would almost never work.
The Holy Realm itself didn't allow outsiders to enter, let alone go in to find some dark creature.
Fortunately, Schuck was a Saint Samurai, which gave this quest a breakthrough.
Roland immediately pinged him in the guild chat system.
Roland: "I've got an angel here who says that there's a dark creature hiding in the Holy Realm of Light."
Schuck: "Huh? How is that possible! "
Roland: "I'm more surprised than you are, but it was said by an angel, so I think it's more likely. After all, angels are demigod creatures. "
Schuck: "I see, I'll talk to the pope about it, just wait a moment."
The place where the Saint Samurai lived wasn't too far from the pope's hall.
Although it was telepathically typed communication, it still took time. Seeing that Roland didn't speak for a while, Nia took two more steps forward and asked, "Have you thought of anything? The dark creature related to Paine is really here, I can feel it. "
"I'm contacting a friend in the Temple of Light and see what happens."
Nia, however, didn't feel very reliable. "Can your friend influence the decisions of the Temple of Light's higher-ups? If you speak carelessly, you might alert the enemy. "
"Will a Saint Samurai work?"
Nia's body paused, and the two round, tight balls of flesh on her chest shook twice under her clothes. She said embarrassedly, "That's really fine."
Even an angel knew what the status of a Saint Samurai was in the Temple of Light.
"Actually, our Temple of Life also has such a special profession." Nia looked Roland up and down, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "It's called the Lifeline Soul, are you interested … Wait, why do you smell like someone else?"
Nia looked a little unhappy. She leaned in close to Roland and sniffed lightly for a while.
A faint, indescribable floral fragrance came over.
Roland subconsciously took a step back.
At this moment, Nia also raised her head and said unhappily, "How can you do this, it was clearly our goddess who gave you her blessing first, and you actually accepted the Goddess of Magic's blessing."
Nia's expression was a little resentful, as if she were looking at a scumbag.
Roland wasn't too happy to hear that. "Do you think I want that? Your Goddess of Life also left a mark on me without my consent. Neither of them said a word. "
Although his attributes had indeed increased after being blessed by God, especially in the aspect of Life and Mana, it was still not enough.
But Roland had a weird feeling in his heart.
It was as if two strange sisters had drawn a circle or cross on their bodies with an oily pen. Then, they laughed and said, "From now on, you're mine."
That was probably the feeling.
If it was just a goddess placing her divine blessing on him, he wouldn't have such thoughts.
It could also be treated as a reward.
However, both of them were doing so, and now Nia was even saying something similar to proclaiming sovereignty, which made Roland a little displeased.
Although having this kind of thought made him feel like he had gotten a bargain and was showing off, as a modern man with a more independent personality, this was very common sense.
Roland immediately frowned.
As an angel, a demigod, and a demigod of the Life Element, Nia was very sensitive to the subtle changes in people's emotions.
As soon as Roland frowned, she felt it.
"Are you angry? Why? "
Nia felt puzzled. After all, she was a high and mighty angel, and although she was already very old in the general sense, her actual physical age was not yet an adult. More importantly, because of her high and mighty status, she spent most of her time in the divine realm, and the people she came into contact with were either angels like Roland or the divine realm's chosen ones.
These people were almost all kind and upright, speaking when they were happy and speaking bluntly when they were unhappy.
And the divine realm's chosen ones loved her.
She had no life experience at all.
So she couldn't understand … why Roland would be angry over a sentence.
She wasn't wrong. Since he had accepted the Goddess of Life's blessing first, why did he have to provoke the Goddess of Magic?
Looking at Nia's slightly worried and slightly aggrieved expression, Roland was speechless at first, then he laughed inwardly. Why was he getting angry at an innocent angel?
"I'm not really angry, I'm just a little confused." Roland smiled and said, "Let's get back to the topic just now. I can ask my Saint Samurai friend to investigate the dark creatures for me, but on your side, can you provide any help or support?"
Nia crossed her arms over her chest, thought deeply for a moment, and said, "This is the Holy Realm, and although our goddess has a good relationship with the Goddess of Light, it's quite offensive to rashly go in anyway. But I'll find a way to provide some help, so the rest is up to you. "
After saying that, Nia patted Roland on the shoulder naturally.
A nice fragrance surrounded him.
Roland sighed slightly. "Then we can only take it one step at a time."
"Be diligent, our goddess has high hopes for you."
Nia smiled like a hundred flowers blooming, then she shook her wings and flew into the night sky, so fast that she left an afterimage of a white line.
Seeing that she was gone, Roland also teleported back to the underground library.
Nia flew into the sky and kept rising until she was above the clouds. She didn't stop until she was above the clouds.
Then she floated high in the sky, opened her senses, and found the nearest source of faith in the Goddess of Life, a temple.
Flying above the temple, she gently rubbed her pretty face with both hands again. Slowly, the slight sluggishness and innocence faded from her, and her temperament changed drastically, transforming from an innocent girl to an icy beauty. Then she spread her snow-white wings and landed in the temple.
The barrier of the Divine Power of Life opened, and all the priests in the temple scrambled to the prayer hall, knelt devoutly, and pressed their foreheads to the ground excitedly.
"Some darkness has appeared in the Holy Realm, and it has something to do with the Church of Life. But the Church of Light is our ally, and we can't offend their dignity at will. However, you can secretly send a team to the Holy Realm in disguise to pick up a Mage named Roland, who is the goddess's Favored, and follow all his instructions. "
"Her Holiness's orders are the direction we go, and the nourishment for the sublimation of our souls." There was deep excitement in the archbishop's words.
Her face expressionless, Nia gently flapped her wings and flew into the sky.
The archbishop of the temple waited for a while before he stood up. He raised his head in a daze, his expression growing more and more devout, and finally turned around and said to the dozens of priests in front of him, "I'm sure you've heard Her Holiness's orders. Immediately start forming a squad, find the Favored named Roland first, and then listen to him. This is an order from Her Holiness, so this is an honorable mission. I won't assign anyone, you can choose for yourselves. "
All of a sudden, the eyes of all the priests were ablaze.
If they could work for Her Holiness, if they did it well and beautifully, they might be able to leave an impression on her.
After they died and ascended to the divine realm, they might be able to meet her again and chat with her.
Any priest of life with a bit of piety would want to participate in such a thing.
On Roland's side, he teleported back to a rather remote place in the capital so that the spatial turbulence wouldn't hurt anyone, and then teleported back to the underground library.
Andonara and the other two were still inside, and when Roland returned, they were even helping Stephanie move her body.
It had been two days now, and Stephanie's legs were regenerating. She was already regenerating her bare feet, and it was estimated that in another three or four days, the soles of her feet would also regenerate.
She was able to recover so quickly partly because the Warrior's physique was higher and had a good recovery ability, and partly because Roland's healing spells were indeed not bad.
They were almost as effective as the healing spells cast by a priest of the same level.
After casting the healing spell on Stephanie again, Roland continued to read the experiences of the other Mages in the library.
Stephanie watched Roland stand motionless in front of the bookshelf for three hours, and she couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Anna, is there something wrong with your Roland in that area?"
Anna revealed a puzzled look.
"All three of us are great beauties, and even if Beatrice is a little less beautiful, she's still a great beauty. But the three of us and him, a man, in a library that can barely be heard from the outside, and he actually has no interest in it at all, just reading those lousy books there, but not the slightest bit in the mood for it. Is he still a young man? "
Beatrice's face darkened slightly … What do you mean "even if I'm a little less beautiful," I'm not bad at all, okay? I'm big when I should be big, and small when I should be small.
Andonara looked at her as if she were looking at an idiot. "My friend, you've been cooped up for two or three days, is there something wrong with your mind? Isn't it great that Roland isn't interested in you? If he's interested in you, just say the word, and I'll help him hold your hands down. "
As soon as this was said, the other two women were shocked.
Beatrice was pleasantly surprised. She didn't mind having a negative relationship with Roland, or rather, she could use this method to make Roland feel a little more "affection" for her.
Stephanie, on the other hand, was purely shocked. "That's your man, he's sexually interested in other women, and you're not angry, but even helping him?"
"I'm a little woman," Andonara said with a smile.
Stephanie felt a headache. In her eyes, everything about Andonara was good, but this dependence on men was maddening.
Such a strong woman, almost the strongest woman in the human race, the strongest group of professionals, was actually a "vine." If she had some independent qualities and joined forces with her, when she sat safely on the throne, gave her the profession of a general, led about half of the imperial guards in the palace, and beat up whoever she wanted, wouldn't she be more powerful and accomplished than she was now?
Looking at Stephanie's regretful expression, Andonara said slowly, "80% of the credit goes to Roland for me to be able to become the Legendary Great Swordsman I am now and to be able to receive bloodline enhancement. If it weren't for him, I might have killed myself in the Hollevin palace more than a year ago. "
Her words, spoken softly and flatly, but Stephanie felt her heart tremble when she heard them.
Stephanie froze for a moment, then held Andonara's hand and said, "You're my friend forever, and if you were an accomplice to hold my hands down, even if the man who took advantage of me was an idiot, I'd accept it."
Andonara smiled slightly. "In your dreams, Roland wouldn't like you."
"You!"
Stephanie instantly gnashed her teeth in anger.
Roland read the notes on magic while making notes.
This was a note on evocation magic, which talked about ways to reduce the consumption of ice magic.
It was quite enlightening for Roland.
Whether it was Ice Ring or a domain of ice formed simply from the aura of ice, this technique could be used.
Magic was too vast and profound, and what Roland knew was only a small corner of the iceberg. Everyone studied different things, and it was about mutual exchange. It was just that Mages were too biased, and sometimes Roland took the initiative to exchange knowledge with others, but many people were unwilling.
The book was still a few pages away from being finished, when Roland suddenly received a chat message from Schuck.
Schuck: "I told what you said to the Pope, and after considering for a while, the Pope began to investigate the situation in the Holy Realm, in secret, of course."
Roland: "Impressive, even the Pope can be influenced, as expected of a Saint Samurai."
Schuck: "The Church of Light is investigating internally, and if there are really dark creatures and forces, there will definitely be reactions from the outside, so please monitor the outside."
Roland: "Okay."
After replying, Roland quickly skimmed through the notes, then walked to Stephanie and asked, "First Princess, may I ask if you still have hidden pawns that you can use now?"
"Why do you think so?" The First Princess narrowed her slender eyebrows. "Now that I'm so miserable, you actually think I still have hidden pawns?"
Roland said matter-of-factly, "Because you're the First Princess and the acknowledged next queen, and if you didn't have something in your hands, you would've been eliminated by someone else a long time ago."
Stephanie turned to Andonara and said, "Look, this is a Mage, smart and narcissistic, thinking that her ideas can't be wrong."
Andonara asked gently, "Is he wrong?"
"No." She then took off a silver ring from the ring finger of her left hand. "Take this and go to the Mercenary Guild to find a dwarf with a red beard. Show him the ring and tell him that you're here to learn how to comb beards from him. He'll know what's going on."
Roland took the ring, waved at the three of them, and instantly disappeared from the library.
Looking at where Roland disappeared, Stephanie sighed. "Anna, I owe your man more and more. How do you think I should pay him back?"
"Give him a lot of money." Andonara thought for a moment and said, "Or a lot of precious magic materials."
Stephanie was a little surprised. "That's it?"
"That's enough. Roland isn't very interested in power or beauty. Magic is extremely important, only a little less important than me."
Stephanie wanted to say that magic was probably more important than her, but as a woman, she couldn't say it out loud.
It was too cruel.
Roland came to the Mercenary Guild.
As the organization with the most branches in the intelligent world, almost every city above small size had a branch, so the Mercenary Guild had a lot of intelligence.
It could even be said that if all the resources of the Mercenary Guild were converted, then it was almost the size of a medium-sized power.
The capital of Fareins was the largest and most prosperous city in the entire human world, bar none.
The Mercenary Guild here also had a great ostentation, only slightly inferior to the Association of Mages here.
It was also a huge building, and the area of the quest hall alone was the size of two football fields.
And the space of the quest hall was about sixteen meters high.
The frighteningly large quest hall naturally had the corresponding infrastructure.
In the general Mercenary Guild quest hall, there were at most three counters.
But here, there were sixty.
There were a lot of people in the hall, several times more than the Association of Mages, and even with three thousand tables and more than fifteen thousand chairs, there wasn't enough people to sit on.
A large number of bold, vulgar mercenaries sat together and bragged. These people, who had cut their way out of the bloody rain, had the most simple and primitive side.
They didn't bother with trifles, and talking loudly was just the basics, such as baring their breasts, picking their feet, spitting, and so on.
With so many people, the air wasn't circulating, and with some unhygienic habits, this place should have stank.
But it didn't.
The floor was smooth special magic marble, inscribed with a huge magic array.
The purpose of this magic array was to purify the air and expel poison, so that so many people wouldn't be suffocated in the quest hall.
Roland came to the quest hall, and as soon as he entered, he was so attracted by the magic array on the ground that he even forgot to look for the red-bearded dwarf.
He followed the lines of the magic array and kept walking around the quest hall, spending three hours before he almost finished looking at the magic array.
It was slightly rewarding.
The philosophy of this magic array wasn't quite the same as his style, so he could only compare the differences and didn't substantially improve it.
But it was still an unexpected gain.
His strange behavior attracted the attention of many people, but there were a lot more people among the mercenaries who were much stranger than him, so it didn't cause much of a stir.
Roland found a sparsely populated counter and waited in line for nearly ten minutes before it was his turn.
The pretty girl at the counter was a little nervous when she saw him in a magic robe and whispered, "Mr. Mage, it's a pleasure to serve you."
Roland asked, "Do you know the red-bearded dwarf?"
The waitress froze. "You should be talking about Wilmot, the red-bearded dwarf who loves to drink."
"If there's only one red-bearded dwarf, it should be him."
The waitress asked again cautiously, "Are you his friend?"
"I guess so."
Taking a light breath, the waitress said bravely, "Mr. Mage, can you pay for your friend's wine? He owes our guild one gold coin, thirty-two silver coins, and seventeen copper coins for wine. We've temporarily locked him up and let him mine, and we'll release him when he's dug enough. But if you can pay for his wine, we can let him out immediately! "
Roland opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.
Could Stephanie's hidden pawn, whose support was so unreliable, work?
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