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

"Oh, but you don't have to tell me this." Ye Yiyi interrupted him directly.

"Hey?" The little boy looked up at him in a daze.

"Where is your home? I'll take you back." Ye Yiyi said.

"I don't have a home."

"Boom!"

Ye Yiyi gave him a smack on the head.

"Ouch! It hurts!" The little boy covered his forehead and then became a little angry.

"I'm not lying to you! I really don't have a home! My parents died a long time ago! I'm an orphan!"

"Ah~~" Ye Yiyi yawned.

"Then where does your master live? I'll take you there."

“…” The little boy was speechless.

"I don't want to go back to my master!"

"You have a lot on your plate."

Ye Yiyi squinted at him and then raised her hand to slap him. "Then it's your choice, to be spanked by me or by your master. I promise I'll spank you harder than your master!"

"...I choose the master." The little boy wisely chose to follow his heart.

The man in front of me is a tough guy who dares to fight against the two-headed black goat. Maybe even the master can't beat him.

Besides, if he is the master, he shouldn't kill him, right?

Half an hour later...

"Wow!!! Master! I was wrong! I won't dare to run around again next time!! Ah!! Stop hitting me! It hurts! Wow!!!"

“Hahahaha!!!” Ye Yiyi laughed so hard that her stomach hurt.

Not long after, the little boy, whose buttocks were bulging after being beaten, walked out of the dilapidated church with his hands on the wall, staggering.

"hiss!"

He took a long breath and his face turned red, not sure whether it was out of shame or pain.

Walking out of the church with the little boy was a middle-aged man with an unshaven beard, dark skin, and dressed in coarse linen.

This is an abandoned village, and everywhere you look are broken walls covered with green moss.

The only decent building is the dilapidated church in the center of the village.

There is no doubt that this is the ruins of Rut Village.

The master the little boy mentioned is the combat teacher in the game, a master of Eagle Beak Knight who was tragically exiled.

After all, the ruins of Rut Village are not far from the Green Leaf Forest. When the little boy said the word "master", Ye Yiyi made the connection.

Looking at the middle-aged man in front of him who looked like a farmer, Ye Yiyi suddenly felt a long-lost sense of intimacy.

Apart from the Saint and the Dragon of Hell, this is the first friendly NPC that most gamers meet.

"Sir, thank you so much." The middle-aged man bent over and thanked repeatedly.

"If it weren't for you, that brat Joshua would have died in the Misty Forest. I can't thank you enough...but I haven't asked for your name yet."

Ye Yiyi waved his hands and said with a smile: "It's okay, I just strayed in anyway, and I didn't expect to run into him, so I helped him out.

"As for the name, uh..."

Ye Yiyi suddenly fell into deep thought.

Please tell me your real name. The name Ye Yiyi is a bit strange in this Western fantasy world.

If you don't give your name, it will fit the character of an unknown hero, but it will be difficult to communicate.

His eyes lit up, and he decided to just come up with a code name.

"How about this, you can just call me Michaela." He smiled.

"Lady Michaela, come in, please." The middle-aged man gestured repeatedly.

"Don't call me sir. I'm just an ordinary magician passing by. I can't be called an sir."

"So you are a noble magician!"

The middle-aged man's eyes lit up. "No wonder you can easily defeat the black goat. I am just a rough man from the mountains. You can just call me Baal."

"chuff?"

Ye Yiyi smiled slightly and looked the other person up and down, which made the middle-aged man feel a little embarrassed.

"I don't think so, Brother Bal. I see that you have a powerful gait and a strong body. Every move you make is not like that of an ordinary person. How about we speak frankly?"

"..." The middle-aged man's expression froze for a moment, and he didn't answer.

"Do you recognize this sword?"

Ye Yiyi took out the Eagle Wing Knight straight sword.

Bal looked down and his pupils shrank sharply.

"This... this is the sword of the Eagle Wing Knight. How did you get this sword?"

He couldn't believe it and his expression was even more confused.

"The Eagle Wing Knights have clearly already..."

"The group has been wiped out, right?"

Ye Yiyi sighed, then took out a broken sword with a red gem inlaid on the hilt.

"This... this is the deputy commander's sword."

"I found this deep in the Fairy Mountains. I can't reveal the exact location."

"who are you?!"

Bal no longer pretended, took a step back, clenched his fists, and his expression became serious.

"As you can see, I am a magician who also serves as a prophet."

Ye Yiyi smiled and used the rhetoric he had used to fool the Nantong soldiers.

"Former Eaglebeak Knight Master Baal, I plan to hunt down the foreign gods in the royal capital, so I need your help."

Chapter 40 Is He Really a Genius?

When his identity was suddenly revealed, Bal's eyes instantly became sharp.

But after Ye Yiyi said the four words "foreign gods" and explained his purpose, the vigilance and worry in his eyes disappeared in an instant.

The middle-aged farmer concealed the sharpness in his eyes, sighed deeply, and said helplessly.

"Please don't frighten me, Mistress Mikaela. My old bones can't take the shock."

"I'm not trying to scare you. As a prophet, it's normal for me to know things that ordinary people don't know."

Ye Yiyi spread his hands, and suddenly realized something. He looked past Bal towards the church door.

A few children who came quietly and wanted to eavesdrop were frightened by Ye Yiyi's sudden gaze.

"Wow ah ah ah ah!!"

"Oops, I've been discovered!"

“Run away!!”

……

Ye Yiyi withdrew his gaze and looked at Bal inquiringly, "What are those?"

"As you can see, they are just some unfortunate children." Baal shook his head and said, "My lord, it is not convenient to talk here. Please follow me."

He led Ye Yiyi through the dilapidated church hall, entered the back room through the side door, and walked up the stairs into the candle-lit basement.

After a short while, they arrived at a relatively intact small church underground.

Ye Yiyi looked around. The walls were made of blue-black stone bricks, and there were lamps embedded on the walls. The faint candlelight illuminated this medium-sized church.

His eyes were quickly drawn to the huge stone sculpture in the center of the chapel.

It was a stone-carved eagle. Unlike the eagle Ye Yiyi had in mind, this stone eagle had two pairs of wings.

A pair of large and powerful main wings, and a pair of small and delicate auxiliary wings.

Although it was a dead object carved out of stone, Ye Yiyi felt a sense of unrestrained freedom from it.

Even though it is trapped deep underground, even though it cannot fly, this four-winged eagle is free.

"This is... an eagle with spread wings!"

Ye Yiyi recognized the stone sculpture that was worshipped as a totem by the Principality of Rit.

"Yes, ever since the gods entered the country many years ago, the worship of the eagle with spread wings has disappeared from the surface."

Bal began to explain, then brought a rough iron cup filled with water and handed it to Ye Yiyi with some embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, I don't have anything decent to offer here, so I can only serve you water."

"You're welcome. I've walked a lot on the Tianshan Road. Drinking a sip of clean water is the ultimate enjoyment." Ye Yiyi smiled slightly, took the cup and drank it all.

Finally, it was time to get down to business, and the two sat down at a wooden table next to the chapel.

Baal spoke impatiently, "Sir, you mentioned earlier about hunting foreign gods. So, are you a hunter affiliated with the Church of the Hunting God?"

"I'm not a hunter, but I have the same goal as a hunter." Ye Yiyi shook his head and took out a [Blood-Painted Bead] and placed it on the table.

“Brother Baal, as you can see, this is a bead taken from the body of a hemophilic patient.

"From what I've observed, this bead contains a faint trace of divine blood power. Perhaps it can be used to restore the god's strength."

Bal picked up the beads with a frown on his face, his expression somewhat ugly.

"Hemophilia... I knew it. My Lord, where did you find this bead?"

"In a village near a river, more than 40 people in the village have been infected with hemophilia."

Ye Yiyi didn't say much, but Bal already knew the fate of the village.

There is no antidote for hemophilia, and the patient's symptoms will irreversibly enter the terminal stage, turning him into a mindless, blood-thirsty puppet.

The middle-aged man's furrowed brows were filled with sorrow and murderous intent, but in the end he could only sigh deeply and put the beads back on the table somewhat powerlessly.

Ye Yiyi said calmly, "My goal is to reach the [Southern Border], but the foreign god blocked my way and polluted my eyes, so He must die!"

"That's really... a simple reason." Bal smiled bitterly, no longer doubting Ye Yiyi's true intentions.

Lord Michaela is a truly powerful man. The confidence in his own strength and his disgust and murderous intent towards foreign gods in his calm words are impossible to fake.

"But gods aren't so easy to kill. The capital is now controlled by the Holy Blood Cult. They are a powerful force, using bloodthirsty disease to tightly control both the lower classes and the upper classes. They also possess a sacred hymn called "Praise to the Lord of Holy Blood."

"The knights who once fought for the kingdom are now dead or scattered. Honestly, it's probably not that easy for you, sir, to kill a god alone."

"So I need your help." Ye Yiyi said frankly, and then began to fool around with his eyes closed.

"Although I'm a magician who also serves as a prophet, I'm also a martial arts prodigy rarely seen in a thousand years! Not only am I proficient in all eighteen kinds of weapons, I can also master all kinds of combat techniques!

"A foreign god who has lost his power is nothing to me!"

"Ah?" Bal's expression was very confused.

A martial arts prodigy?

Mage Michaela, the prophet and magician, are you serious?

"Then...what can I do for you, sir?" Bal hesitated for a moment and finally spoke.

"It's simple. Teach me combat skills."

Ye Yiyi said solemnly, "In the Fairy Mountains, I once fought against the Eagle-Wing Knights who were controlled by the New Queen of the Nets. From them, I learned the Eagle-Wing Knights' fighting skills."

"This is impossible!" Bal exclaimed with his eyes wide open.

"Combat skills are the result of countless trials and tribulations. Without someone to teach you step by step, and without spending a lot of time honing your skills, how can you possibly learn them just through fighting?"

"So I am a natural martial arts genius!" Ye Yiyi didn't even blush when he told the lie.