A heavy book spread out on Cervantes' lap, and the merchants and clergy of the Church of Fortune could not help but turn their heads to look at him a few more times as they passed by him.

They never seemed to have seen such a quiet lord, in their impressions, this black dragon Grand Duke had always been quite elusive, and seemed to be full of inexhaustible energy, as long as the sky was not completely dark, and their lord did not leave Wende City, maybe they would be able to see him in some corner of the city.

It's not easy to see a quiet lord.

Sometimes it's just a matter of turning your head, or just saying a word to the people around you, and then looking over, the boss who was still standing there just now has disappeared, and he can't find a trace.

Like today, sitting on a chair and reading quietly is something I've never seen before, so it's very novel.

And they wondered why their lord had come to the bustling and bustling temple of wealth instead of going to the quieter library to read.

Cervantes had no desire to answer people's doubts, and others did not dare to ask.

There are not many people in this principality who are equal to the status of this lord, and perhaps the Pope and the head of the Knight are qualified to ask, but they all know what Cervantes is sitting here for, so naturally they will not do more.

Even in this bustling temple of wealth, there seems to be another world around Cervantes.

He crossed one leg, the heavy book was placed on his lap, his left hand gently held the cover on the other side, and his right hand turned the pages from time to time, his eyes focused on the book in front of him, completely unaffected by his surroundings.

Because of this, he showed a strange attraction that people couldn't help but stop and watch.

"Hey, what's going on?"

A businessman who was doing business saw the female pastor next to him staring blankly, so he couldn't help but ask the person next to him.

"How ......do I know," the cleric next to him was also a little puzzled, "Since this morning, Lord Lord has been sitting there for a whole morning, barely moving except for the occasional page. ”

The merchant looked at the cleric a few times, and there was a kind of curiosity in his heart, but if he dared to ask, "Is there something wrong with the Lady of Fortune?", then there was no doubt that he would be attacked by all the people in this hall next.

After all the work was done, before leaving the Temple of Wealth, the merchant looked back at the statue of the goddess facing the gate.

The goddess of wealth on the idol pursed the corners of her mouth slightly, her eyes soft, as if she was paying attention to all the merchants in the world, her hands raised slightly, holding a balance in one hand, and gold coins poured down from the other hand and landed on the disc at her feet.

I don't know if it's his delusion, the dazzling pure gold statue in the past seems to be a little dim today?

The fat merchant shuddered suddenly, turned his head hurriedly, and walked eagerly down the stairs, boarded a public carriage, and let the coachman drive it to the inn where he lived.

At this time, Cervantes also looked up at the pure gold statue.

The idol of the god overflowing with divine light has become dim, like a pearl covered with dust, and the idol that has lost the blessing of divine power will become like this, but now, no one in this temple knows about it for the time being.

Everyone was so busy, coming and going, rubbing shoulders, that even the idols of the gods they believed in had become dim, and they didn't even have time to glance at them.

But it's not a big deal, it should be that Latinia is starting to strip the 'network' priesthood, which is not very suitable for her.

She is the 'goddess of wealth and trade', and will become the 'goddess of trade and wealth' in the future, no matter what, it can't have anything to do with the 'Internet', and this is not the earth, and there is no 'god of online shopping' or anything like that.

After looking at the idol for a long time, Cervantes smiled, lowered his head again, and continued to read the book.

Not far away, on the top floor of the Mage Tower, the maid also lowered her head, she felt something like the black dragon, but like the black dragon, she was unmoved.

Even if there is no such thing, she and the black dragon will have to be quiet for a while recently.

In her and Cervantes' souls, there is a kind of 'brilliance' that is being born.

This feeling used to be very vague, but as time went on, it became more pronounced.

Serena looked down at the book, and in order to deal with possible accidents, she had to stay here until Joanna incorporated the 'cyber' priesthood into herself.

There is a saying in this multiverse that if a mage is in his own mage tower, then even the gods cannot kill him.

When creating the Mage Tower, the mage will integrate his own efforts into it, and after it is built, it will update the runes and protection every once in a while, and the power that the mage can mobilize in the Mage Tower is unimaginable to ordinary people.

First, if you can build your own mage tower, then you must be a 'transcendental' mage, and secondly, the mage tower must be connected to the leylines, or have at least one elemental pool.

Even if they are not transcendent mages, ordinary mages can cast spells outside the 'net' in the Mage Tower - as long as they are recognized by the owner of the Mage Tower.

After a few casual bites of lunch, and a light nap to keep herself energized, the maid sat in front of the control center.

From morning to afternoon, the setting sun shone over the dimly lit room, and the only light left reflected Serena's face.

Cervantes sat quietly all day, starting in the early morning when there were not many people, until the crowd had largely dispersed.

The evening darkness gradually covered the streets, and was dispelled by the lit street lamps, and the temple of fortune, which had long been electrified, was as brilliant as it was.

The clergy gathered around and exchanged ears, hesitating whether to go over and ask what was going on, if something had happened, otherwise how could the Grand Duke of the Black Dragon sit from early in the morning to now?

And it's not just lunch, maybe you don't even plan to eat dinner!

Cervantes closed the book suddenly, startling the clergy who had focused on him.

He closed his eyes, stretched long, and rose from his seat.

"I've finally finished reading it......"

The clergy heard him mutter, and then saw him slowly open his eyes and look beyond the temple gates.

Then, Cervantes smiled and stunned the clergy.

"Keep this book for me, I borrowed it from the library, and I'll return it tomorrow!" he said, turning to the clergy and smiling kindly, walking outside the temple while they were still stunned, and had not yet picked up the heavy book.

What is he doing here?

The clergy suddenly had a little palpitations, and what did it mean to 'keep it'? to fight? in this city of Wende?

Serena in the Mage Tower raised her eyes slightly, sighed helplessly, and made a gesture with her right hand in front of the crystal ball.

The mages who were still active in the mage tower suddenly stopped their steps and work, and looked at the corner of the room or corridor in surprise, and Ziegler, who was sitting in the library, also looked at the ceiling with some confusion.

The lights that should have been extinguished suddenly turned on, and then gradually climbed upwards, starting from the lowest level, the lights of the entire mage tower quickly lit up, and four distinct runes were constructed on the transparent glass.

Under the lights of the city that never sleeps, the sky tonight is bright and starry, and the breeze is warm.

With his hands in his pockets, Cervantes looked up, his gaze piercing the cloudless night sky, and saw a pair of eyes staring at Wende City.

"It's still here......"

He chuckled, and his wings behind him suddenly opened, and in an instant, he soared into the sky!

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