The autumn season has passed, and the weather is gradually getting colder, especially at night, even colder.

During the day, the sun spreads heat all day on the earth, and at night, there is only a small quota left, which causes the nights to get colder and colder.

In particular, when a cold breeze blows across the cheeks and neck, the cold of the night is brought into full play.

However, Cervantes is a black dragon, Latinia is a god, the black dragon does not feel any cold, the goddess feels a little cold, but that's all, 'cold' is just a concept for her now, not even a 'physical feeling'.

The black dragon was really disappointed in the intelligence and intelligence gathering ability of those intelligence officers, and in the blink of an eye, he was almost back in the Sorrowful Wind Territory, and it had been a month since he left Silver Tide Harbor, and they still hadn't found out where he was......

Maybe someone had already found out, and was planning to be killed, but they didn't say it—but so what? Cervantes hadn't really been afraid of anything since he grew up.

The feeling of soaring under the stars made Cervantes miss a little, and in the blink of an eye, it had been two or three months since the battle that made him famous, and the last time he stood on his back was Serra, but now it was Latinia.

In the blink of an eye, have you known her for two or three months?

Cervantes was in a trance, he hadn't slept for a long time, and only now did he realize that even if he hadn't fallen asleep, time had slipped by and slipped out of his nose before he had even noticed.

For some reason, Cervantes always felt that the moonlight tonight was exceptionally bright, like a piece of white and flawless jade.

Yes, tonight is the night of the full moon.

Although there was the wind whistling in his ears, he always felt as if he heard the howl echoing in the wind, whether it was a wolf pack or a beast man, he seemed to hear it.

But when he listened closely, he realized that it was just a hallucination, and he didn't actually hear anything.

However, it also reminded him of a famous deity, the goddess of the moon, Estelle.

It was a mystical goddess who did not belong to any god line, had many believers among the elves and beasts, lived with her sister Lilith, the goddess of the night, and, like her sister, was one of the few good gods who did not designate the Holy City.

The reason he remembered the goddess was not because of anything else, but because he remembered the 'beautiful poems' that the maid had mentioned when she was teaching him Chinese, many of which were used to praise the moon.

He now has some thoughts, if he recites those poems, will he provide divine power to those gods corresponding to the priesthood?

Although the idea was vague and unexperimental, it was just a whim, but he felt that there might not be anything wrong with his idea......

His intuition told him that he should be right about this idea!

Because of this 'whimsy', the black dragon was already a little impatient to rush back to the Sorrowful Wind Territory as soon as possible, and he was eager to confirm whether his idea was correct.

The black dragon hidden in the clouds and mist is difficult for people on the ground to detect, and even if they see a shadow, they will only be thought to be clouds.

A dark shadow swept over the ground, and when the knights looked up, they saw nothing but an empty sky, and many of the soldiers could not even react.

Although they found nothing, the knights felt an inexplicable nostalgia, and they began to miss their lord whom they hadn't seen for almost two or three months, and they could always see such a sight whenever he spread his wings and soared through the air.

"Norman, Sue, lead the vigil, the others rest early. ”

The chief knight, who was sitting by the campfire, stood up and said to the soldiers: "There may be a battle tomorrow, rest as soon as possible." ”

"Yes, Knight Chief!"

The fire reflected the resolute face of Knight Kell, who had never been afraid of war as a victorious general on the battlefield, and with a single order, he led these soldiers and knights into this senseless war.

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It's just a bunch of beasts, even if it's a group of more intelligent beasts, but it's just 'beasts', and they're still far worse than humans.

Although these humans are not as powerful as those beasts in the Black Forest, they possess intelligence, which is the most troublesome point.

His Majesty not only wanted the power to be able to make a final decision, but also wanted them to wipe out all the noble forces that did not belong to the royal faction on the way to the battlefield.

This cleverness, bordering on greed and hubris, irritates Knight Kyle - because humans have intelligence, he has to watch out for those behind him.

People who can be trusted are often standing next to them, but the knife behind them doesn't know when it will strike.

Obviously he has just lived a good life, but he has to take these young men who don't know how many young men can survive to step into the cruel battlefield - that meaningless war!

Knight Kyle never denied that he was an executioner, not only to his enemies, but also to 'his own people'......

He kept sending his guys into battle, but in the end, not many of them could stand with him to the end.

As now, he once again stepped into the battlefield with these soldiers.

He didn't know what would happen in the end, he would face it anyway, the important thing now was to rest, the slightest mistake on the battlefield could lead to defeat.

He can't save everyone, but he knows how to win with the least amount of effort, and that's all he can do.

Cervantes flew over the Knight of Kyle, but he didn't notice it.

Now he just wanted to hurry back to the Sorrowful Wind Territory, although at his current speed, it would only take two or three days to be able to return to the Sorrowful Wind Territory, but he was still a little dissatisfied.

"Latina, I suddenly had an idea. ”

It was itching, so Cervantes had to find someone to talk to, but the next second he shivered again and became vigilant, "But you can't tell Sera!"

It's better to do such an interesting thing by yourself, otherwise there will be no sense of accomplishment at all.

"Hmm...... What?" the goddess of fortune woke up.

"Don't tell Sera!" the black dragon repeated.

The goddess of wealth was a little puzzled, frowned and asked, "What...... Don't tell Sera?"

"I have an idea—"

Speaking of his thoughts, Cervantes began to let himself go, "The moon in the sky is so round, do you think that if I recite a poem in praise of the moon, will the moon god be believed in by me?"

"Impossible!" Cervantes had barely finished speaking, and the goddess of wealth denied his idea.

"If there is no 'faith,' no matter what poetry you recite, even if you recite her teachings, she will not get anything. ”

"Offering faith is not first of all 'what to chant' or 'what to praise', the most important thing is to 'believe', even if it is a 'pan-believer', it is important to believe it, but it is just a lip service that cannot provide us with anything. ”

The goddess of wealth is a little strange, obviously this black dragon should have a knowledge inheritance, but why doesn't he understand this?

"Oh, that's it......"

Cervantes pondered for a moment, and then asked, "What if I recite a poem in praise of the moon with my heart in praise of the moon?"

"Can you give faith to the goddess of the moon...... Probably!"

The goddess of wealth is not so sure.

Because there is no mention of the name of 'Estelle', only a heart to praise the moon......

"You're not sure......"

The black dragon grinned, "Then let's try it when we go back, if that's the case...... Hey, hey, hey, then the world is going to be a lot more fun!"

Listening to Cervantes' laughter, the goddess of wealth suddenly felt a little uneasy in her heart.