Chapter 241: What do you do when you are in a different world? Are you free? Can be a text...

The golden autumn season is over and the weather is getting colder, especially at night, it is even colder.
The sun spreads the heat of the whole day on the ground during the day, and at night, there is so little quota left, which causes the night to get colder, and the colder the night.
Especially when a cold wind blows across the cheeks and neck, the coldness at night is exerted to the extreme.
However, Cervantes is a black dragon, and Latina is a god. The black dragon doesn’t feel cold. The goddess feels a little cold, but that’s all.
Cold
is just a concept for her now. , Not even'sense'.
Heilong was really disappointed with the intelligence quotient and intelligence gathering ability of those intelligence personnel. He was almost back to the tragic wind in a blink of an eye. It was a month before he left Yinchao Port. They still didn't find out where he was...
Maybe someone has already discovered it, and is also preparing to rob it, but they did not say it-but what about it? Since growing up, Cervantes hasn't really been afraid of anything.
The feeling of soaring under the stars made Cervantes nostalgic. In a blink of an eye, two or three months have passed since the battle that made him famous. The last time he stood on his back was Serra. Now it has become Latinia.
In an instant, have you known her for two or three months?
Cervantes was in a trance. He hadn't slept for a long time. Until now he found that even if he didn't fall asleep, time passed quickly. He slipped under his eyelids when he didn't notice at all.
Somehow, Cervantes always felt that the moonlight tonight was exceptionally bright, like a beautiful white jade.
Yes, tonight is a full moon night.
Although the wind was roaring in his ears, he always felt as if he heard howling echoed in the wind, whether it was a wolf pack or an orc, he seemed to hear it.
But after listening carefully, it was found that it was only his illusion. In fact, he heard nothing.
But it also reminded him of a famous god-the goddess of the moon, Estelle.
It was a mysterious goddess, not part of any divine system, and there were many believers among elves and beasts, accompanied by the sister'Goddess of the Night' Lilith, and like her sister, there were also a few who did not Specify one of the good gods of the'Holy City'.
The reason for remembering the goddess was not because of anything else, but because he remembered the ‘wonderful poems’ that the maid once mentioned while teaching him Chinese, many of which were used to praise the moon.
He has some ideas now. If he recites those poems, will he provide divine power to the gods corresponding to the priesthood?
Although this idea is very vague and has not undergone any experiment, it is just his sudden whimsy, but he feels that there may be nothing wrong with his idea...
Intuition told him that his idea should be right!
Because of this ‘wonderful thought’, the Black Dragon can’t wait to get back to the sorrowful wind as soon as possible. He is eager to confirm whether his idea is correct.
The black dragon hidden in the clouds and fog is difficult to be discovered by people on the ground. Even if you see the shadow, it will only be considered as a cloud.
A dark shadow passed over the ground. When the knights looked up, they only saw the empty sky, and many soldiers did not even react.
Although they found nothing, the knights had inexplicable nostalgia. They even began to miss their lord, who had not seen him for almost two or three months. When he spread his wings and soared in the air, they always I can see such a scene.
"Norman, Sue, lead the vigil, others rest early."
The head of the knight sitting by the campfire stood up and said to the soldiers: "There may be fighting tomorrow, rest as soon as possible."
"Yes, Captain Kyle!"
The fire light turned the knight of Kyle's perseverance. As a victorious general on the battlefield, he had never been afraid of war. Under a command, he took these soldiers and knights into this meaningless During the war.
I faced a group of beasts before, even a group of smarter beasts, but only ‘beasts.’ Compared to humans, they are still far worse.
Although these humans are not as powerful as those beasts in the Black Forest, they have wisdom, which is the most troublesome point.
His majesty not only wanted the power to be able to finalize it, but also wanted them to eliminate all the noble power that did not belong to the royal family on the way to the battlefield.
This kind of cleverness that is almost greedy and arrogant makes Kyle Knight annoyed-because humans have wisdom, he must also beware of the people behind him.
People who can be trusted often stand by, but the knife behind them does not know when it will strike.
It was clear that they had a good life, but they had to take these young men who did not know how many to survive into the cruel battlefield-that meaningless war!
The Kyle Knight never denied that he was an executioner, not only to the enemy, but also to the "own man"...
He kept sending his men to enter the battlefield, but in the end, not many could stand with him to the end.
Just like now, he once again took these soldiers into the battlefield.
He will not know what will happen in the end, he will face it no matter what, now it is important to rest, and a small mistake on the battlefield may lead to defeat.
He can't save everyone, but he knows how to win with the least cost, and he can only do this.
Cervantes flew over the Kyle knights, but he didn't notice it at all.
Now he just wants to hurry back to the sorrow wind collar. Although at his current speed, it only takes two or three days to return to the sorrow wind collar, but he is still not very satisfied.
"Latina, I suddenly had an idea."
Itchy and unbearable, so Cervantes had to find someone to talk about, but the next second he was trembling again, vigilant, "but you can't tell Sera!"
It's better to do such interesting things by yourself, otherwise you won't have any sense of accomplishment.
"Um...what?" A of wealth, the goddess of wealth, woke up.
"Don't tell Serra!" The Black Dragon repeated again.
The Goddess of Wealth was a little puzzled and frowned and asked, "What... don't tell Sera?"
"I have an idea--"
Speaking of his thoughts, Cervantes began to fly himself. "The moon in the sky is so round. If you say I recite a poem that praises the moon, will the moon receive my faith?"
"Impossible!" As soon as Cervantes' voice fell, the goddess of wealth denied his thoughts.
"If there is no "faith", no matter what poem you recite, even if you recite her teachings, she will get nothing."
"Providing faith is not a matter of "reciting what" or "praising anything", the most important thing is "believing", even a "pan-believer" is also concerned about a belief, but mentioning it in the mouth can not provide us with ~www.mtlnovel. com~ The goddess of wealth is a bit strange, obviously this black dragon should have a heritage of knowledge, but how can he not understand this?
"oh, I see……"
Cervantes thought deeply, and after a moment of pondering, he asked again: "What if I hold a heart that praises the moon and recites poems that praise the moon?"
"Can you provide faith to the goddess of the moon...probably!"
The goddess of wealth is not so sure.
Because I didn’t mention the title of ‘Ester,’ I just held the heart that praised the moon...
"You are not sure..."
Black Dragon grinned, "So let's try it after we go back, if the result is really like this... hehe hey, then the world will become more fun!"
Listening to Cervantes' laughter, the goddess of wealth suddenly felt a little uneasy.