There weren't a lot of lawful gods.
Only about a third of the total number of Evil Gods and Demon Gods.
But the problem was that the lawful gods' combat power was relatively high on average.
Even though the Water God was a Lawful God who had lost his mind, his combat power was quite strong.
Especially in the main plane, she was so strong that probably only the Winter Wolf could barely fight her to a draw.
The Goddess of Storms wasn't too strong, but she was a very gentle and independent goddess. Her doctrine was similar to the Church of Love in that they both advocated women's independence.
But their approach was different.
One was to let go of their bodies and minds, and they could do anything that men could do.
The Church of Storms, on the other hand, emphasized self-discipline.
The doctrines of the two sects were diametrically opposed on the surface, but in fact, they were different routes to the same goal.
The guide married a female believer of storms, so he was destined to be wife-phobic.
Roland now had some understanding of the core doctrines of all the churches. He asked with a smile, "How long have you and your wife been married?"
"More than thirty years." A smile appeared on the guide's aged face. He shook the yellow pony that was carrying the cart in front of him. "Back then, she was as beautiful as a flower. Beautiful and tender. But now, she is like me. She has the skin of an old chicken. Some of her teeth are missing, and her back is bent."
Roland lay on the cart and said with a smile, "In this world, it's also a rare and lucky thing that we can grow old together painlessly and worry-free."
It was rare to live to sixty!
For the ordinary people of this world, this sentence was also applicable.
Natural disasters and diseases were already enough to cause a lot of damage.
And there was a large group of superhumans in this world with rather exaggerated combat power.
Many ordinary people died like dogs just because they were passively involved in the open and covert struggles of the professionals.
It was because of this situation that Roland had such a sigh.
"Yes." The old guide said rather proudly, "This old woman and I are already the oldest couple in this town. I'm the oldest old person. "
"How old are you?" Roland looked at him with some surprise. "You don't look very old."
"Seventy."
"Impressive," Roland said rather admiringly. Roland said rather admiringly, "It's really rare to have such a nimble body at your age."
The old guide chuckled and said, "It's very normal. We work in the fields every day. Our bodies are very strong."
"Haha, that might not be the case. It's mainly because you have a good physique. "
"Hahaha." The old guide laughed very loudly.
The carriage moved slowly on the grassland. If Roland were to fly, his speed would be much faster.
However, they didn't come here to compete in speed.
He was looking for someone to kill.
So he lay on the handcart, looked at the blue sky and white clouds, put his hands behind his head, and asked slowly, "By the way, old Beckrum, if you can be a guide, it means you know this grassland very well."
"Of course. As long as something has happened on this grassland, there's nothing I don't know. "
"Have you heard of any big shots here?" Roland asked casually. "For example, powerful Mages."
Beckrum shook his head. "No, our place is a magical wasteland. It's possible to produce warriors, but forget about the noble profession of Mage."
"Oh, that's a pity." Roland sighed. "My teacher asked me to travel around, and I heard the scenery here is beautiful, so I came to take a look and see if there were any fellow Mages so that I could enjoy the scenery of the journey and communicate with them."
"If there were a Mage, he would certainly be a celebrity in our Croatian Grassland," Beckrum said helplessly. "I would have heard of him then, but unfortunately there isn't one."
"Yes, it's quite a pity."
Beckrum fattened the horsewhip again and said, "But we're girls of the grassland, Master Mage, you must try them."
Roland laughed and said, "There will be a chance."
Then neither of them spoke again.
The carriage wobbled and carried Roland to a town on the grassland.
Just as they arrived at the entrance to the town, someone shouted at Beckrum, "Old drunkard, you've brought a guest again. Looks like you can drink again. Be careful not to get beaten to death by Aunt Sophie. "
"Hehe, she can't catch me." The old man laughed and drove the carriage into the town.
Some particularly curious people ran over to see who was on the handcart, only to see a Mage in a robe and immediately backed away in fright.
Mages had a high status no matter where they were.
The carriage walked through the town for a while and then came to a small mud-brick building.
Although the building was not large, it was surrounded by a small courtyard with an earthen wall about 1.2 meters high.
Several trees over three meters tall were planted in the small courtyard to shade them from the sun.
Under the shade of the trees was a round stone table and a few small stone stools.
It looked very lively.
And then there was an old woman inside, pinching a kind of nut and squeezing the flesh and bone out of it.
And next to the old woman, there was a child who could not yet walk, not wearing any clothes, all gray and plain, crawling around on the ground, drooling and squealing, and from time to time emitting the shrill laughter peculiar to babies.
"Master Mage, this is my home. You can stay in the room on the third floor, guaranteed to be clean. The money for the room is in your hire fee. "
The old guide then shouted to the courtyard, "Old Sophie, go get some clean water out to quench the thirst of the guest."
The old woman stood up, and although her back was indeed bent, she looked very spirited as she walked.
After smiling politely at Roland, the old woman entered the room.
Roland, on the other hand, was crawling around on the ground, and now at the feet of the old guide, Berum, was the little boy who opened his arms for a hug.
In his perception, the little boy's whole body emitted faint magic fluctuations.
The elements in the air were automatically channeled into the little boy's body, and finally, because they were not stored or used in the room, they were naturally "discharged."
Roland was a little surprised.
Under normal circumstances, it was difficult for ordinary people to channel magic elements, otherwise the number of Mages wouldn't be so small.
But this little boy in front of him had the talent of passively attracting magic elements.
His future was promising.
"Master Mage, is there something wrong with my grandson?" The old guide, who was holding his grandson, suddenly felt a little worried when he found that Roland's eyes kept glancing over his grandson's body.
"It's indeed quite wrong."
The old guide's expression changed drastically.
Roland continued, "This grandson of yours has a strong talent for magic, and it would be a waste not to let him become a Mage."
Ah … The old guide was a little confused.
He had thought that his grandson had some disease that ordinary people couldn't see, but the Master Mage said that his grandson had a great talent for magic?
Even now, he still couldn't believe it. He was confused for a moment, then asked again, "Master Mage, you're not messing with me, are you? We poor commoners, our ancestors were all ordinary people, how could we have children with magic talent?"
"Forget it if you don't believe me." Roland shook his head. "Just pretend I didn't say anything."
"This …" The old guide was conflicted.
He wanted Roland to help him confirm his grandson's talent again, but the other party was obviously unwilling to say more.
At this moment, the old woman who had just gone in to get water came out with a glass of water.
She used a porcelain bowl.
Roland didn't care at first, but after two sips of water, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.
It wasn't that there was something wrong with the water, but that he found himself holding a porcelain bowl.
There were beautiful patterns on it.
In this world, porcelain was also a very expensive commodity.
Like the finely-made porcelain bowl in his hand, the patterns on it even had a bit of an elven style.
Roland looked at it carefully for a moment, then asked in surprise, "Where did you get this thing?"
The old woman laughed and said, "I picked it up. It's been more than a decade, and I have to say that things picked up in the fields are practical, they haven't broken after all these years. They even look brand new. "
"Where did you pick it up?"
"In that black field east of town," the old woman said slowly, bending over. The old woman bent down and said slowly, "Many people have picked up pots, pots, and other things from there."
"Then I'll go over and take a look." Roland looked at his bowl again for a moment and finally said, "I'll come back to bed myself in a while, you guys just make the quilts on the third floor."
Then Roland left.
The old guide chased after him and shouted, "Master Mage, would you like me to take you there?"
But Roland didn't seem to hear him, and he walked quickly.
Soon he disappeared into the stream of people on the street.
Beckrum said helplessly, "What an impatient guest. By the way, Sophie, the Master Mage just said that our grandson might have the talent to be a Mage. "
The old woman glared at him. "Don't keep dreaming, you always wanted to be a Mage when you were young, and you ended up running back to the big city after a few trips. The villagers all thought you were a disgrace, and you still have the face to bring it up now?"
"I want my grandson to receive a better education in the future. Don't you think about how much our son has suffered because he can't read? "
The old woman froze for a moment, then said, "Why don't we wait for my son and daughter-in-law to come back and talk about it?"
"Okay, no matter what, we have to be ready to send our grandson to a magic school first. Money is the most important thing.
For more than ten years, we have to save at least ten gold coins to get him into the magic academy we established in Fareins. "
The old woman listened, then she stroked her grandson's head and smiled quite happily.
Roland, on the other hand, left the city and kept heading east as the old woman had said, and soon he found the yellow area.
After all, it was too easy to find a patch of yellow mud in a world where almost all pink flowers bloomed.
It was as obvious as the Mediterranean Sea on a program's head, and it was easy to attract attention.
Roland walked to the side of the yellow mud, felt it, nodded, and said to himself, "There is indeed a faint residue of magic power, but I don't know if it's Jabezo's sealing point."
He spread out his mental power and used his mental tentacles to go deep underground. Although he found a lot of gadgets, such as pottery jars filled with copper coins.
But these weren't what Roland was looking for.
After searching with his mental tentacles for a dozen seconds, he stood up disappointedly. "Although there is residue of magic power, it's not necessarily him."
Roland didn't think he would be able to find the enemy as soon as he came here.
Wouldn't the first thing someone who had been sealed for hundreds of years do when they came out be quietly sneak away?
"But the residue of magic power is still there, and it's probably not been more than a few years!"
While Roland was thinking this, one of his mental tentacles suddenly made a discovery.
Using Mud to Stone and Stone to Mud, he quickly turned over the true yellow earth, and at the same time found and took out that special thing.
The pottery jar was smashed by Roland on the spot and found a lot of money in it, but then he poured out something even more interesting.
A dozen gems.
Red, blue, green, anything would do.
If an ordinary person saw these gems, they would definitely sell them for money.
But Roland knew that these gems were all casting mediums.
In other words, there should be the body of a powerful Mage buried under this yellow mud.
Roland was quite careful. He erected his magic shield and then began to frantically use Stone to Mud.
The ground gradually parted, and soon he dug a large hole twenty meters deep.
Then in the hole, he found new evidence.
It was an empty space. Although it was easy to renew the contract, it was a very valuable underground space.
In this underground space, there were many magic items.
Just now, the old guide said that there were no Mages in the city of Wuketia, at least he hadn't seen one.
So the tomb in front of him, or the sealed space … Should it really be the place where Yapeso stood?
Roland stood up and jumped into the space.
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