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Chapter 1070 The Cursed Dragon and His Human Knight (57)

The Cursed Dragon and His Human Knight (Fifty-Seven)

After expressing their gratitude, Song Ning continued to move forward with Lance. Sure enough, after walking a few steps, they found groups of believers and priests of light heading in the same direction.

He looked closely and lowered the corner of his mouth.

"Sure enough, the temple is nearby."

The temple he was referring to was the building right in front. The tall building complex was located almost in the center of the town and covered a very large area. The pure white buildings and huge statues were extremely eye-catching. Thirteen huge statues stood in a huge open space. It was an important place for the temple to announce important ceremonies such as baptism. The huge square could accommodate at least 5,000 believers.

The huge statue is composed of twelve devout believers holding musical instruments, all bowing their heads towards the huge statue in the middle, as if they are kneeling and singing praises to their most kind Lord.

Right below the statue, countless believers were kneeling down, while some were piously cleaning the statue, hoping to gain God's mercy and grant them the life-saving "holy water."

"stop looking."

Lance stretched out his hand to block his view, and in an instant Song Ning's vision fell into darkness. The painful wails that seemed to be faintly heard in his ears also dissipated, leaving only his shallow breathing and pounding heartbeat.

After a long while, Song Ning finally let go of Lance's hand.

"I'm fine. Let's go and eat first. Aren't you hungry?"

Didn't he know that he was raising a dragon? After all this work, the dragon should have been hungry.

There was a hint of understanding in the look he gave him as he turned his head to the side, and Lance couldn't help but stare at Song Ning.

It was probably because of the sudden "cold winter" that Song Ning was caught off guard. After not being exposed to the sun for several months, Song Ning's skin became much whiter. This whiteness washed away the heavy worldly air on Song Ning's body, and even the scars on his face faded a lot.

The bleating sheep wool on the collar not only has the effect of blocking the wind and keeping warm, but the fur also reduces the sharpness of Song Ning as a swordsman, making him look a lot softer.

Cute, Lance thought.

He lowered his eyes to look at his hand held by Song Ning, and without reminding him, he just changed the subject, "Apart from these things, Lionheart City has developed quite well and is much more orderly."

"Well, the Lord of Lionheart City must have put a lot of thought into it."

Song Ning was not very sensitive to these things, but as a mercenary, he had been to many towns, but there were indeed few that were as orderly as Lionheart City.

Even the roads had been swept clean. They were now walking on the sidewalk of Central Avenue. The leaves on both sides of the road had withered, but not a single one could be found on the ground.

There was only a thin layer of snowflakes that had fallen early this morning underfoot, and the city was devoid of the foul odor of sewage that some towns failed to clean up in a timely manner. Just by taking a sip of the incredibly fresh air, one could guess the efforts behind the Lionheart City Lord's efforts.

"No wonder you chose to open a store here, it's really nice here."

Song Ning stepped on the thin snow and sighed.

He originally had no plans to leave. After all, he had been lurking in that border town for many years and had accumulated a lot of experience.

But what they didn't expect was that the plague magic, which seemed insignificant to them, actually brought them a lot of trouble.

"I just happened to know about this place. If we hadn't known that people from the Church of Light were going to set up camp there, we wouldn't have had to move here."

Lance stated this fact.

It's true that the plague magic itself is not serious or fatal, but the problem is that the impact of the plague magic caused a large number of people from the Church of Light to suddenly appear, which in turn brought them great inconvenience.

When Song Ning thought of this, he couldn't hide his annoyance on his face.

"These guys are so arrogant and high-profile. The entire town is under control. People can't buy supplies and are even locked up at home. Do they really think the power of the Church of Light is omnipotent?"

In fact, the impact of the arrival of the church people was far more than that. Another important reason why Song Ning agreed to Lance's suggestion that he move away was that among the people who came was a cardinal from the church.

Bishops of that level were extremely powerful, and he was worried that one day they would discover Long's true identity. By then, it would not be so easy for him to escape from the church's encirclement.

After considering the above, Song Ning finally considered that they had chosen to move here for the convenience of selling recovery potions and purchasing potion materials.

As for how Lance, who had never been out of the house, knew about Lionheart City, Song Ning said that if Long was willing to tell, he could tell, and if he was not willing, he would not force him.

"Well, they are indeed rampant. Just look at the people in the square."

Lance echoed, and then they both heard some noise coming from the square.

A tall guard dressed in the uniform of the city guard was driving people away from the square. His voice was faintly heard by the two men from not far away.

"What are you kneeling for? Aren't you afraid of offending the important people in the temple? Leave now! You don't have any work to do? How are you going to eat and drink without copper coins at home?"

"Come on, come on, stop wiping here. These statues have magic circles on them so they won't get dirty. It's useless to wipe them. You'd be better off moving goods to the docks and exchanging them for copper coins. You could probably earn two hundred copper coins a day, enough to buy twenty loaves of black bread."

"what?"

Song Ning stopped and Lance stood with him under a big dry tree.

"Are the city guards driving away those believers?"

"Seems to be."

"Strange, is the Lord of Lionheart City at odds with the Church? Otherwise, why would the guards do this? This should surely cause dissatisfaction in the Church, right?"

"If it wasn't a good match, they wouldn't have sent out just one guard. Let's see?"

"Ah."

The two stood under the tree and observed for a while, and saw that the tall man, who had been trying to persuade them kindly at the beginning, gradually became crazy. The reason was simple: he couldn't drive anyone away.

Those believers basically all have something to ask for, and they would not move even if it snowed or fell like knives, fearing that they were not devout enough and would miss out on God's blessing and be unable to obtain the life-saving "holy water."

Some people even verbally abused the city guards, saying they would not move an inch and calling them devils who watched their loved ones die without helping.

Song Ning and Lance looked at the guard silently, his eyes red, and he was still trying to persuade him.

But obviously you can never wake up someone who is pretending to be asleep.

After a while, the guard suddenly leaned over and tried to persuade him in a low voice.

"Aunt Julie, Uncle John, and Aunt Mary, you're all neighbors who watched me grow up. You're like family to me. Please leave now, stop kneeling. Can't you see by now? The church has changed. They absolutely can't give 'holy water' to ordinary people like us."

Before Song Ning could be surprised that the guard actually said this on church territory, a majestic voice exploded in everyone's ears like thunder.

"How dare someone speak so arrogantly before the sacred statue of the God of Light? God will punish them!"

The next second, a beam of light struck the guard's face!