High Above Chapter 409

  Chapter 409 Scourge Sect (23)

  All the elders are like this—the genius junior asks you to recall your glorious past, or wants to know something they don't know now, and looks at you with curiosity and reverence.

  At this time, normal people can't help but say a few more words.

  Mr. Yinfang is not stupid, of course he knows that Ian is just posing. How could this talented young man whom he watched growing up have the expression of an ordinary child? The other party has at most a curiosity, how can they really respect someone.

   But it is also very good to let Ian pretend. After all, being willing to pretend to him is already giving him face, and it is not a particularly secretive thing, so he laughed and told Ian in detail.

  The history of Dragon Worship is far more than six hundred years, but it has been 'famous' for six hundred years.

  Its history is as long as that of a dragon. When the shadow of the first real dragon passed over the sky of Terra, the spark of the Dragon Cult ignited on the earth.

  Originally, there was no difference between the Dragon Worship Cult and the indigenous Ritual Spiritual Sects, as well as the Sacred Spirit Sects in various places. It was just that the general shaman and animal worship sects did not worship dragons, or could not find dragons to worship.

  The local belief of the mountain people is the dragon god. You say that they worship the Dragon Sect. If you want to wipe it out, it depends on whether the mountain people rebel or not.

  There is only one reason why the real Dragon Worship Cult is called a 'cult'.

   "They will cause natural disasters."

Mr. Yinfang raised his head. He stared at the ceiling of his chamber of commerce, and said to himself with some emotion: "I followed a chamber of commerce and ran business with dwarves in Ushtaraf. Movement: A rare earthquake in my life."

   "Even the mountain was shattered and collapsed in front of me... Now that I'm older, I'm not ashamed, so I told you—I was so scared that I peed out." The old man laughed, and then his expression turned into a trance.

  He really recalled the original scene, with a distant but heavy tone: "That is, since then, we have never been to the north again."

"After a few years, the boss of the caravan got into trouble and broke up. I rolled back to my hometown in the south with my savings for many years. I was lucky. I worked hard all the way to where I am today. Thanks to the gift of the Dragon Cult."

   After taking a sip of tea, Mr. Yinfang looked at Ian: "The earthquake was caused by the Dragon Worship Sect."

"They intended to revive a real dragon, the 'Desert Dragon', which died in the Ushtaraf Mountains in the past, or to recreate its divine power—they actually succeeded, and that's why three peaks collapsed. The situation where the flames and flames appeared."

   "To be honest, if they don't succeed, they really won't be an important organization, but they can't control the vision of the revival of the power of the ancient dragon, and they can really cause threats and natural disasters. In the end, of course, they can only be cults."

  The old man babbled on something again, mixed with what he had seen and heard for so many years, and Ian listened with interest.

  He really likes to listen to such stories, not to please Mr. Yinfang.

  In general, the Dragon Worship Cult is an organization that respects the great power of the real dragon and the ancient dragon, and intends to reproduce this power with its own power.

They collected information, remains and inheritance about the real dragon and ancient dragon, and believed that the existence behind the ancient dragon had a secret 'related to the source of the entire world' - of course, they must have other missions and beliefs, but those are some A true secret that you can't know unless you join it.

  And in this organization, there are quite a few members who have the power of dragons...or even simply dragons.

  After all, it is easier for a dragon to obtain the power of a dragon than for a human to obtain the power of a dragon.

   "Who knows what they are going to do in Nanling this time? In particular, Nanling has produced more than one ancient dragon in history. If the Dragon Worship Sect really caused a natural disaster, no one can afford it."

Speaking of this, the old man couldn't help sighing: "As for the candle holders, they are similar to the mirror sea guards and patrol knights of our empire, one of the special forces on the federation side, which is responsible for arresting and apprehending these mysterious organizations and spies from other countries. Secret guard."

   "Holding a candle to light up the darkness is nothing unusual."

"I see."

  Ian couldn't help nodding, his eyes brightened: "I really benefited a lot, sir."

   "Don't dare to be my knight. After traveling for so many days, he must be tired after encountering the mess led by Lean?"

  Mr. Yinfang stood up with a smile. He obviously didn't notice Ian's slightly raised tone—this shows that Ian is completely interested in Dragon Worship.

  He called someone to clean up the dining table, then turned his head to Ian and said, "I'll treat you well today..."

   "It's not necessary."

Ian raised his head, he looked out of the window not far away, and said thoughtfully: "I think it would be good to arrange a remote private room for me. Tonight I will go out for a walk by myself to see the local customs. "

   "Personal habits." The boy turned his head and said to the old man apologetically.

   "That's fine." Mr. Yinfang did know that Ian was used to being alone, so he didn't insist: "You're welcome, please just say it."

  Originally, Mr. Yinfang planned to give Ian a sum of money to play in Shuangshu Town, which felt like an elder giving pocket money, but Ian refused.

   But on the other hand, Ian also plans to give his sharp clawed tiger skin to the Yinfang Chamber of Commerce for resale.

   "It just so happens that I also need a tiger skin in such good condition, just to be a cushion."

  The old man is quite agile in starting a business. He laughed and said, "The first monster prey in the legendary life of the future - the demon beast prey on the bright side - should be preserved, God knows how high the price can be sold!"

   "There is no need for this, Mr. Yinbo."

Ian felt a little helpless—he really wasn't used to someone being so kind to him, but Mr. Yinfang lowered his head and whispered to the young man: "Don't be polite, Ian, if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be able to get along with you." Get on the Platinum Works line."

   "Do you know who the South Chief Executive of Platinum Workshop is now? A disciple of Master Goser."

   "Who is the new deputy director? You must know, Essengard."

   "Why can I get online with Platinum Workshop? And why can I get the agency right to operate south of Indigo Mountain?"

   "Ian, what is unnecessary, do you want everyone to know that Mr. Yinfang is a person who knows his favor and does not repay it?"

  The old man reached out his hand seriously, and patted Ian on the back: "Listen, what you want, just take it yourself, don't be polite to me."

  Ian blinked, he was a little helpless, but also smiled, shook his head and said: "Then I... can feel at ease."

   "I'm afraid you're too reserved."

Mr. Yinfang also shook his head, and he took Ian downstairs: "A knight like you is going out to practice, and you are not a helpless adventurer who is desperate to make a living. How can there be few chambers of commerce responsible for supplies and transportation? "

   "I will only help you in the southern border at most. After the golden field, I can only see your young noble friend."

"Um,"

  Ian nodded slightly, but his heart moved: "It seems... the system of nobles, sublimators and chambers of commerce is already very strong. Mr. Yinfang must have naturally felt that he should support me after knowing about my travels."

  Indeed, serious knights must have their own armor and mounts, and maintain and supply their weapons. How can they find the time to continue practicing?

  When the sublime returns from his travels, no matter whether his strength has improved or not, at least the entire circle of interpersonal relationships has been opened-this is the real wealth for both parties.

  On the first floor, the boy looked out at the streets of Shuangshu Town.

The streets in the middle of the night are still bustling, and there are many food vendors and outdoor wine houses where people gather to drink. Under the dim yellow lights, the wine houses and shops are bustling with people. adventure experience.

  After a hard day, the farmers in the town will come here to eat something, drink some ale, and have some baked dough, bread and baked naan with friends. The price is not expensive, and they are very hungry.

The productivity of Terra and the utilization of solar energy by plants have reached an outrageous level. In such a world, if there were no accidents such as war between the two countries and biological warfare, it would be impossible for famine to starve to death. Situation—that is, Nanling is a newly developed area, which is not very stable, and the jungle is too dangerous to obtain wild resources.

But even so, if it weren't for the war with the natives and the two major storms, there would be no shortage of food in Harrison Port. At most, they could only eat a single type of food for a period of time... In the human society that has already formed a large-scale system In the process, wanting to starve to death has become a matter that requires deliberate effort.

   And nobles and sublimators rarely even 'exploit' resources in this area.

  Because these ordinary food and resources are of no value to them.

  (end of this chapter)

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