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

Pushing open the damp wooden door and stepping into the bustling tavern, Ye Yiyi glanced around and found the figure of the old magician among the crowd of people eating breakfast.

He had already changed out of his magician's attire and was wearing a linen robe, looking quite ordinary.

If you ignore his gray beard and his arrogant eyes...

This is not the temperament that an ordinary old man should have, okay?

Ye Yiyi couldn't help but roll his eyes and looked away at Eighty-Eight who was wolfing down a piece of black bread and vegetable soup beside him.

"You have a good appetite."

After witnessing the inhumane scene last night, Ye Yiyi finally couldn't help but smile when meeting these two acquaintances. He walked through the crowd under the scrutinizing and vigilant gaze of the old magician.

"Who are you, sir, and what can I do for you?"

Halwell narrowed his eyes, looked carefully at Ye Yiyi's young and tender face, and put his hands under the table silently.

"I'm here to deliver a message."

Ye Yiyi used the "Phantom Mask" to change his face, restrained his smile, and casually took out a rolled-up sheepskin scroll.

"Send a letter? To whom?"

The old magician was a little puzzled. This man was unfamiliar with the place, so who could deliver a letter to him?

But when he saw the glass bottle in the mercenary's hand, his pupils shrank, and he saw the mercenary showing an inexplicably familiar smile, pulling out a chair and sitting down.

Halville reacted and looked around quickly. After seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he spoke cautiously in a low voice.

"Master, is it you...?"

"Of course it's me. Why didn't you expect that?"

Ye Yiyi smiled and said nothing, but a familiar voice suddenly popped up in Halwell's mind, almost scaring him.

Seeing the old man's horrified expression, Ye Yiyi curled the corners of his mouth, raised his hand to call the tavern waiter, and ordered an affordable breakfast.

Halville let out a long breath, and the arrogant look in his eyes finally disappeared. He then showed a flattering smile and whispered.

"I really didn't expect that, Master, oh no, uh..."

"Call me Bernard now."

Ye Yiyi spoke out a name through the cosmic light.

"Oh, it's you, Bernard... I didn't expect you to come so soon."

The old man showed a look of sudden enlightenment and reached out to take the parchment scroll on the table.

Eighty-eight, who was standing by, raised his head from the wooden bowl and looked over with a confused expression.

"Don't look at it, just eat your food."

Halwell scolded.

"I understand, teacher."

Eighty-Eight shrank his head and continued to fight with the black bread.

Hearing this address, Ye Yiyi was slightly stunned and looked at the old man in surprise.

"He calls you teacher?"

"Yes."

Halville smiled and put the scroll away.

"After you left that day, I chatted with this kid during the day and found that his intelligence level is very high. He is a good candidate for learning that."

"real or fake?"

Ye Yiyi looked at Ba Shi Ba in surprise, and that look made his head shrink again.

This random slave he rescued turned out to be a good candidate for learning magic. Is that so outrageous?

"of course it's true."

Harwell smiled and said, "I've taught students before. Intelligence is all about talent, not birth or other external factors."

“Some people have been rolling around in the mud since childhood. Even if they are born smart, it is buried in the environment they grow up in, and they become numb.”

"Some people are born into a life of luxury. Even if they are dumb, they have a lot of experience. With the guidance and guidance of their parents and elders, they can achieve great success even if they just follow the example of their predecessors."

"What the Empire and the Academy did was to free the former from the quagmire and give them the opportunity to showcase their talents. However, in doing so, they harmed the interests of the latter..."

"I know."

Ye Yiyi nodded, "So the empire was in turmoil for many years, and too many people died."

“But the results are clear.”

Halville spread his hands and said with a smile:

"Who is the leader in the current eastern border area?"

"That's for sure."

Ye Yiyi smiled, and just then the waiter came to serve the dishes, so she ate and chatted, and briefly recounted what had happened during this period of time.

Content that is inconvenient to be discussed in public is conveyed through the spiritual light of the universe.

Halville listened attentively, sometimes marveling, sometimes sighing, sometimes smiling, sometimes solemn, and sometimes flattering.

But when he heard about the current situation of Platinum Town and Crystal Rock Tavern, he fell silent and finally let out a long sigh.

"I never thought it would turn out like this..."

"You two have saved your lives."

As Ye Yiyi spoke, he bit off a piece of black bread that was as hard as a table top with his steel teeth, making a crunching sound as if he was chewing wood.

The people eating nearby felt their hearts tremble when they heard the sound, and couldn't help but look back to see which tough guy had such sharp teeth and sharp tongue.

"I said Bernard..."

The old magician's melancholy was washed away by the creaking sound. He looked at Ye Yiyi with puffed cheeks with a somewhat amusing look and whispered a suggestion.

"...How about we take the leftovers and go up to the room and talk about it later?"

"also."

Since the two were acting in secret, they only booked one room.

Ye Yiyi entered the room carrying a tray and saw two wooden beds piled with clean straw, and various glassware on the table beside them that looked out of place in the environment.

"So what do you think about the identities of those attackers?"

Ye Yiyi sat down at the table, chewing on some black bread, with a strange look on his face.

This thing is exactly as described in history books. It is hard enough to be used as a stick. As for the taste, it is indescribable. It is hard to imagine how people in this era could eat it.

In the end, he was too lazy to chew it and just put it in his butt, ready to use it as a mallet later.

"I'm not sure about the identity of that group of people yet."

Halville frowned and thought for a long time before answering.

"This kind of massacre and looting is actually not uncommon. Some cultists in the northern border area often do this."

"Those lunatics are much more evil than the ones you mentioned. At least they won't burn everyone to ashes. After all, living people are much more useful than dead ones, especially those at the bishop level."

"Cultists..."

Ye Yiyi's expression was solemn.

The so-called cult members are a general term for a certain type of group.

In the game, this group is divided into three types. The first type is believers who serve certain elves whose status is equivalent to that of a soaring eagle.

After all, where there are mountains, there are abysses; where there are spirits of wind and clouds, there are spirits of sin and killing.

And the believers who serve these beings are naturally not good people.

The second type is believers who serve certain foreign gods. Simply put, the actions of the Holy Blood Cult were typical of cults.

The third type is more special and is the most common and evil cultist.

"Based on the geographical environment of Platinum Crystal Town, the only people who could do something like this are a group of cultists from a fabricated sect."

A fabricated cult is a general term for a cult whose doctrines are fabricated out of thin air.

The power of hymns comes from the human heart, or the concept of faith itself.

So, is it possible to invent an object of faith or doctrine out of thin air, and then trick everyone into believing in that object, and give the hymns power through their faith?

The answer at the time was yes.

Because Campbell's St. Nineteen Church came about in much the same way.

If Ye Yiyi is willing, he can also spread the teachings of the Flying Noodle God Religion, and then give it power through people's faith, sublimating the hymns into holy poems that truly possess extraordinary power.

By then, the effect of the Flying Spaghetti God's hymn might be to release a ball of sticky tomato spaghetti to bind the enemy or something...

"And unfortunately..."

The old magician continued with a serious expression:

"Master, your next destination, the Iron Kite Knight Kingdom, is a country with a large number of artificial cults and cultists."

Chapter 542: Fallen Knight and Salt Street.

"Are there a large number of cultists in the Iron Kite Knights' country?"

Ye Yiyi was stunned when she heard this. After thinking about it, she felt that it was a bit outrageous and asked with a strange expression.

"But with so many knight orders within the Iron Falcon territory, I imagine its military might should be strong. How come there are so many artificial orders and heretics?"

"you are right."

Unexpectedly, the old magician raised his finger and said affirmatively.

"That's why there are so many cultists."

"what?"

Ye Yiyi was stunned for a moment.

Are there many knight orders, and that is why there are so many cultists?

Is this another novel statement, or does it mean that in the Iron Kite Knight Kingdom, the words "cultist" and "knight" are actually synonymous?

Seeing Ye Yiyi's confusion, the old magician called out to Eighty-Eight again, acting like a teacher and asking him to listen carefully, before he began to explain:

"First of all, the Iron Kite Knight Kingdom is different from the Fire Sparrow Flower Kingdom. It is not a centralized country."

"You make it sound as if the firefly is also a centralized power."

Ye Yiyi couldn't help but roll her eyes. "If they really want to centralize power, can they let the Firebird Flower nobles become slave owners? You said it was a feudal system last time."

"At that time, I didn't do any thorough research and didn't understand many of the current systems of the Firefly Flower. It's normal that I made some mistakes."

The old magician was ashamed, shook his head and continued:

"On the way here, Eighty-Eight and I were traveling with a Firefinch monk. We talked a lot, and I've pretty much figured it out. It's a good opportunity to use the Firefinch flower and the Iron Kite as an analogy."

"walk slowly!"

Ye Yiyi pursed his lips and nodded. At least the old magician was a man who was willing to seek truth from facts. He would admit his mistakes when he knew they were wrong, and would also seek verification and correct them. Just from this point, it was clear that the other party's title of magic master was not false.

A true master always has the heart of an apprentice.

Then the Apprentice continued:

"I've said before that the Firebird Flower aristocracy is a problem left over from the previous dynasty."

"The Firefly Kingdom is now a theocratic state. Its grassroots organizations, in the form of Firefly Churches, are widely present in cities, towns, and villages across the Firefly Kingdom. This is the foundation of the church's rule over the country."

"Although local grassroots churches are subject to the control of the lord, decrees from the capital can still be sent down to any village in the kingdom and be enforced."

"The foundation of the grassroots organization that enforces this decree is the local Fire Crown Knights and Fire Sparrow Monks."

"In other words, the Fire Sparrow Church is both a grassroots organization and a violent organization that wields both secular force and supernatural powers!"

After hearing these words, Eighty-Eight felt dizzy and his eyes were dull, as if he had even forgotten who he was.

Although Ye Yiyi didn't understand politics, he could still understand these things.