This isn't a souls-like game at all.

"So, the main purpose isn't this?"

"You can say that."

"Is that so?" The old man said with a hint of disappointment. "I thought you two were also dragon worshippers."

Ye Yiyi's expression remained unchanged, but he had a rough idea of ​​the old man's identity in his mind, so he changed his words.

"In fact, I admire the power of the flying dragon more than the flying dragon itself."

"Oh!"

Sure enough, the old man's eyes suddenly lit up, like a fish that had taken a bite.

"Then let me teach you something. Do you know the Dragon Cult?"

"I know. I heard that there was a Dragon Cult here, so I came here specifically."

Ye Yiyi smiled at the old man and spoke frankly.

"I just didn't expect that the first dragon believer I met would be in that situation."

"We don't do that to believers here~"

The old man waved his pipe and laughed heartily:

"We're called a cult, but it's more like a brotherhood."

"Brotherhood?"

"Yes, I am the bishop here. Do you think I look like one?"

"?"

Ye Yiyi widened her eyes.

This old man is... the bishop of the Dragon Cult?

Not only him, but Alice also looked the other person up and down in surprise.

He was barefoot, wearing only a patched sweatshirt on his upper body and a pair of torn shorts that only reached his knees.

He was holding a strange-shaped pipe in his hand and had a mouthful of yellow teeth. How could he look like a bishop at all?

Thinking of the red-robed bishop she had seen before, and then looking at the one in front of her, Alice found it difficult to connect the word "bishop" with this old man.

"Your outfit is really... unique."

Ye Yiyi reacted and showed an awkward but polite smile on his face.

"So we don't do that to believers."

The old man, or rather the bishop, waved his pipe nonchalantly, squinting his eyes and exhaling a puff of white smoke.

"We've always been like, wherever there are dragons, there we are. Or rather, wherever there are dragons, there must be our Dragon Cult."

"For example, that one?" Ye Yiyi pointed to the sky, looking thoughtful. "I used to think you lived in the vast swamp."

"How can a swamp be a place for people to live?"

The old man had a strange expression on his face. "That damn place has long been contaminated by dragon shit. It's poisonous everywhere you go. It could kill you!"

"!!!"

When the dung beetle on Ye Yiyi's shoulder, which had been disguised as a shoulder guard, heard the three words "flying dragon shit", it stood up in shock.

I've been eating horse shit for a while now, so I have to try some dragon shit today!

"Wow? Young man, why are you carrying a dung beetle?"

The old man was startled by the sudden startle of the dung beetle and jumped back several steps.

"Excuse me, this is my younger brother, he is currently traveling with me."

Ye Yiyi quickly calmed down the excited dung beetle and then explained to the old man.

"Little brother?" The old man looked strange, staring at the dung beetle that had broken away from its mimicry, and touched his sparse forehead in confusion.

It’s strange, why didn’t I realize it was a dung beetle just now?

The old man withdrew his gaze and couldn't help but sigh repeatedly, "Young man, you are not a simple dung beetle!

"It's so big, so red, and has horns on its head! Wow! It turns out to be an iron frame! I thought it was a rare species. So you also gave it a layer of armor like a flying dragon?"

"I haven't put on the armor yet. I just added a rack for the dagger. My little brother is still in the growth stage. It will be difficult to wear the armor now."

Ye Yiyi simply hugged the dung beetle in his arms and started talking to the old man.

"Hey! That's not right!"

Who knew that the old man shook his head seriously.

"Armor is essential. Even a flying dragon needs to change its armor regularly as it grows. How can you deny your child clothes just because he's still growing?"

"what?"

Ye Yiyi was stunned, and she lowered her head to stare at the dung beetle in her arms.

"Flying dragons do change their armor regularly."

Alice beside him nodded and said, "Their steel armor is no different from the clothes we wear. Besides covering up their modesty, it also serves to enhance their appearance."

"Is there such a thing?" Ye Yiyi was a little surprised.

He thought that the reason flying dragons wore armor was for combat purposes.

"Hey, you're a very understanding partner!"

The old man's eyes lit up when he heard this. He glanced at Alice with appreciation and explained:

“In fact, a long, long time ago, dragons, like us humans, were a race with wisdom and intelligence.

"They also wear clothes, eat, and have their own hobbies. Back then, their populations were everywhere along the border. Our sect even discovered that flying dragons had established their own kingdom!"

Then the old man sighed again and said dejectedly:

"But no one knows what happened in ancient times. The dragons' kingdom collapsed overnight, and even they themselves lost their minds and turned into beasts."

But he quickly straightened his chest, regained his fighting spirit, and said fiercely:

"It is for this reason that our Dragon Cult was established!

"The purpose of our sect is to explore the ancient history of the dragon race, study their powers and habits, recreate the wisdom of the dragons, and utilize it for our own human development!"

The old man patted Ye Yiyi's shoulder vigorously, and said with great optimism:

"How about it? Two young people, would you like to join our Dragon Cult? And contribute to the development of mankind?"

"That's really... a very noble goal." Alice nodded.

The old man smiled and continued:

"Of course, our sect is very open-minded. Even if you are a member of another sect, it doesn't matter. After all, we are not believers and have no faith in flying dragons..."

"No faith, only research, right?"

Ye Yiyi tilted his head and thought for a moment, then asked, "Then why do you call yourself a cult?"

"Because there's more than just flying dragons bordering us."

The old man laughed.

"The high priest of our sect is a believer of the ancient dragon."

"Ancient Dragon follower." Ye Yiyi suddenly realized.

If he remembered correctly, Eurost had mentioned the high priest of the Dragon Cult.

Like the Archbishop of the Holy Blood, he is also an enlightened saint who can use all the hymns of the faith.

Thinking of this, Ye Yiyi's eyes lit up.

In this case, the concentration practice of this high priest is the same as the [Holy Blood Purification] of the Holy Blood Archbishop!

You should know that the concentration training method can increase the progress of the "Zhi Ge Xun" by 10% at a time!

"Can magicians join too?"

Ye Yiyi took out the silver moon staff from behind him.

"Magician?!"

The old man was stunned for a moment, and finally he slapped his forehead and suddenly realized.

"I was wondering how you could be so rich! Turns out you're a magician!

"No problem! We welcome anyone who comes. Besides, there are members of our Dragon Cult in the Hall of Stopping War."

"That's no problem."

Ye Yiyi and Alice looked at each other, nodded, and spoke.

"We join."

"okay!"

The old man exhaled a puff of mist and stretched his hand into the smoke, revealing a parchment scroll and a metal rod with various protrusions on it.

"Take it."

"What is this?" Ye Yiyi looked down and found that light curtains popped out from both objects.

They are [Map Fragment: Vast Swamp] and [Dragon Hall Key]

"The parchment scroll is a map of the vast swamp, and the metal stick is the key to the ancient ruins within it," the old man said.

"According to the rules set by the High Priest, you must personally go to the ruins or nests guarded by local flying dragons and find a part of the flying dragon armor to bring back as a test for joining the sect.

"So? Are you willing to take the test?"

Chapter 267 [Obscure Dragon Armor] and Feilong Mountain

"So? Are you willing to take the test?"

"Anyway, one of our original targets was the ancient ruins in the Vast Swamp, so it's a good idea to bring something back along the way."

Ye Yiyi raised the parchment scroll in his hand which contained the map of the vast swamp.

“So we accept that.”

"it is good!"

The old man exhaled a puff of smoke and grinned, "I like straightforward people like this. Unlike those young people from the empire, they are hesitant and hesitate for a long time before making a decision!

"Come to think of it, they're in the same business as you."

"Colleagues from the Empire? With me?"

Ye Yiyi was stunned and didn't react for a moment.

"You mean the magician?"

"That's right."

The old man nodded.

"I heard from them that the Zhige Hall was restructured a few years ago and built an academy in the imperial capital. They're really accepting disciples!"

"College?"

Ye Yiyi raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking that he had never seen the academy in the game.

In Roanmoya, abandoned academy ruins can be seen everywhere, but this place is adjacent to it.

"What are they doing here from so far away?" he asked curiously.

"They're students of a friend of mine. I heard they're here to work on a graduation thesis related to Feilong, and they're also trying to become my disciples..."

The old man frowned. "Anyway, I don't really understand it, but since you're a magician, maybe you have something in common with them."

"Graduation thesis..." Ye Yiyi's eyes were a little dull.

There is no need to think about it, this must be a trick given by the Son of Cyber ​​to the magicians.

"How wicked... and they're even joining a cult. Aren't they afraid they'll die in the vast swamp by the time they complete the entrance exam?

"Other people want hair after finishing their designs, but these people want their lives after finishing their designs!"