The richness of the dishes made Raphael sweep away the protest in his stomach, and he has indeed been a little bad to his belly friends recently. The two of them did not interrupt the meal on the topic just now, after all, this matter is a matter of life, and they have to think about it.

After lunch, Parker Dew was just about to say goodbye to Raphael, and outside the tent, Van Lending's figure was illuminated by the sunlight outside, "Mr. Raphael, that batch of materials has been delivered!" ”

"Uh-huh. Good. Raphael figured that it was his little surprise for Viren, "Come along, Parker." He said to Parker Dew beside him, and one more helper could do these things better.

"Yes, Lord." Parker Dew nodded, then followed behind Raphael.

Pulling open the tent, Van Lunding stood upright outside the tent, this guard always showed seriousness and a hint of rigidity, making people feel that he should be a teacher of etiquette rather than a guard, after all, this stereotype is absolutely suitable for this kind of work.

"The material is out of the valley, my lord asked me to ask you what to do with it." Van Lunding saw Raphael come out and bowed slightly to him in respect.

Raphael nodded at him and returned the salute, "Take me to see it." There was a hint of excitement in Raphael's tone, this is a pit god activity, for this kind of thing Raphael likes the most, those high gods have been deceived because of their wisdom, is there anything more exciting than this?

Especially this kind of thing is like dancing on the tip of a knife, exciting, dangerous, and if you are not careful, you will be cut through your throat by this sharp blade and pierced into your heart. It stands to reason that a magician like Raphael shouldn't like such things, but Raphael really can't avoid such things at all many times, or should he say that he gets used to it by spitting and spitting?

Van Lunding said he understood, and then led the way in front, and saw Tiffany and Fanny standing in the distance at the mouth of the valley.

"Gui'an, two ladies." Nodding to the two, Parker Dew behind him did not speak, but gave a very standard greeting to the two to show his respect.

Although he is only an acolyte by Raphael's side on the surface, a legal profession cannot be judged according to the standards of acolytes, because as long as they are willing, they can easily get the status of a nobleman, which is much simpler than a soldier working desperately to accumulate merits on the battlefield, how can there be a saying? Oh yes. After struggling for many years, it is better to cast a good tire. This may seem unfair, but it seems to be true for the warriors, so I will observe a moment of silence for them for three seconds.

Okay, let's move on.

"Gui'an, Mr. Raphael." Tiffany and Fanny also nodded, and it could be seen that the two of them were very concerned about this matter, too. If this matter were on their own, Raphael would dare to say that he would definitely be more concerned than them, which is completely understandable.

"Mr. Raphael, what do you want to do with these materials?" The materials had already been delivered, and it seemed that Raphael should tell them what the hell was going to do with these things.

"Well, it's not a big deal, I'm going to build an altar of gods." Raphael nodded with satisfaction when he saw the white marble pulled by the carriage, all of which were cut according to the standards he had said, and they were all cut very accurately, without any more or less, very perfect material!

"Altar of the gods?" Fanny was stunned to hear this, this magician actually wants to build an altar here?! Is this some international joke? One god is enough for them, and now another more? Then you can't make a fuss?! Is this magician's brain too big, his reason has been swallowed up, or is she unable to keep up with the rhythm of this young magician?

"Yes, the altar of the gods!" Raphael was very satisfied with Fanny's performance, which is why I said that this matter should be kept secret, and you still acted like you were not saying that you were going to force me to say it. Now I know I'm scared!

"Mr. Raphael, we are already tired of dealing with a god, are you still planning to summon a god to come out and make it a little more difficult for us?" Fanny shook her head slightly, clearly disapproving of Raphael's idea.

"Who told you I was going to summon a god?" Raphael was amused by Fanny's idea, and recruited another god to come out, Raphael asked himself that his heart was not so big, especially the god he wanted to set up the altar of the gods was not a good guy, he really summoned her, Raphael even wanted to face Viren!

"Then why do you say you want to build an altar of gods?" Fanny heard Raphael's rhetorical question, and froze, what is the purpose of this magician to build an altar of gods without summoning gods? Swing to play?

"Who told you that you must summon gods to build an altar of gods, is there such a rule?" Rafael couldn't help but laugh when he heard this, so sometimes it is easy for people to fall into misunderstandings with inertial thinking, and Raphael was also planning to use this kind of inertial thinking to trick Viren, but he didn't expect that Viren didn't have a pit yet, but instead pit his teammates around him first.

When you heard Raphael's words, you thought about it for a while, yes, who said that to build an altar of gods, you must summon gods, there is really no such rule, thinking of this, Fanny said weakly, "It seems that there is really no ......"

"Then what is the use of building this god altar if you don't summon the gods?" But in the next second, Fanny recovered, and continued to think about Raphael's question.

"O pit god! Otherwise, how can they keep that guy above them from coming to trouble you? Do you think that by sacrificing a little sacrifice, the guys above them will be able to spare you? Of course, it's a small surprise other than a sacrifice to the guy above, and he will let you go. Raphael took the word pit god out of course, a word that seemed to be a patchwork of words, but there was a strange sense of harmony in Raphael's mouth!

Fanny couldn't help but feel that there was another layer of fog around this young magician, and listening to his tone, it didn't seem like the first time he had done such a thing, but how could such a young magician take things like the pit god for granted, which sounded no different from the Arabian Nights?