League of Legends Invades Another World Chapter 341

In the middle of the night, the dark curtain hung in the bleak starry sky, and the blazing bonfire withstands the wind blowing, making a sparse sound, and occasionally there will be unconcealable painful sounds quietly echoing.

Stepping on the soft grass, Abu Da slightly adjusted his black cloak, walked out behind him and fell into a quiet caravan camp.

No matter how badly there are in my heart, the wealth and members accumulated in recent years, but as long as others are there, there is hope for everything and the hope of rising again.

After looking up at the waning moon in the night, Abu Da slowly lowered his head, holding the golden badge given by the Temple of Fortune in his hand, a faint golden glow flowed.

Every trading caravan that hangs under the name of the Temple of Wealth will receive a badge engraved with the Goddess of Wealth, which symbolizes being sheltered by the Temple of Wealth.

The price paid is 30% of the wealth gained from each trade.

"May the goddess of wealth bless the devout believers!" Abda whispered, his face a little pale.

He had never believed so firmly in the goddess of wealth, the obscure goddess with a golden crown engraved on the front.

Because at dusk, something strange happened in the camp, and several mercenaries and entourage infected with the disease died suddenly.

Died in a way that looked extremely horrifying.

The green pustules all over the body were scratched, and the painful wailing rolled down to the ground, and the foul smell filled the air.

[Intermediate Spell: Fade]!

Riding on a little bit of moonlight, Abda reluctantly used a magic scroll in his collection.

The light blue magical energy envelops Abda's figure and gradually merges with the surrounding environment. If you don't look carefully, you can't tell whether there is a person standing there.

Avoiding several guards, Abu Da quietly touched it out, with a slightly relaxed expression.

Looking back at the camp under the moonlight, in a trance, as if seeing a silent green behemoth with saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth, trying to swallow all the caravans.

In horror, he hurriedly left the camp, but did not find anyone behind him silently following.

"The believers in the Temple of Wealth really have a way!"

"Are you going to abandon everything? Go to Valoran alone? Fortunately, I'm paying attention."

"So, how about taking me one!"

The night is mottled with shadows, pale moonlight and flowing water, and the faint traces of footsteps crush the grass.

"The believers in the temple of wealth ask for help?"

Inside the simple camp, a stone room belonging to the Temple of Fortune.

Istar seemed to sense something, frowning slightly, it was a golden badge engraved with the goddess of wealth, bestowed on the named trading caravan, and fluctuations came from outside the camp.

"At this time, it's a bit difficult to handle!" Istar knew that the primary and secondary were distinct, that Valoran was the primary and the Temple of Wealth was the guest.

If you are not infected with the plague, you can bring him in, but if you are infected with the plague...

and many more!

Inexplicable emotions flashed in Esta's eyes, sometimes hesitating, sometimes tangled, and sometimes firm.

In the end, he put on a black robe again and left the room silently.

The dry scarlet plain reflected some starlight, and Abu Da stood quietly in place, the effect of [Intermediate Spell: Fade] has not dissipated, and the whole person is hidden under the night.

A quiet atmosphere slowly descended. He looked at the brightly lit stone camp not far away, and his emotions were surging.

He is waiting, the wealth badge has been touched, I wonder if anyone will come over.

It's just a long time. Did you give up?

"Damn it, I shouldn't have given so many golden shields to the Temple of Fortune. Are there any farts at the critical moment." A frantic mood surfaced on Abda's face.

But he still had self-control, did not make a sound, his clenched fists were shrunk into the black cloak.

Suddenly, Abda raised his head, seeming to hear the sound of the steps, his eyes trembled, and slightly loosened his fists, standing and waiting respectfully.

"My lord is watching believers at all times, don't give up their faith!" A gentle voice came out of the night.

The moonlight was pouring, and a figure in a black robe was faintly visible walking along.

Seeing the face of the visitor, Abda lowered his head respectfully, and praised: "The light of my lord shines on my body."

"Abuda greets you, Bishop Isda!"

"I've heard of you, Gentleman Abuda, the first trader to follow in the footsteps of our lord and march towards Valoran collar!" Isda said with a smile and nodded.

"And your eldest son, it's very good, to have the opportunity to become a preparatory temple knight."

"So, this time you use the wealth badge, do you need any help?"

"I want to return to Valoran collar!" Abuda said firmly, staring at Bishop Isda. "If possible, I would like to lead my business group together..."

Istar raised his right hand, motioned him to stop speaking, and said with a gentle smile: "Of course it can, but...I need to do a test!"

As if thinking of something, his eyes flicked in the surrounding environment: "Are you here alone?"

"Yes, Bishop Esta." Abuda looked puzzled, but said honestly.

"I have some words, it is inconvenient for someone to hear..." Isdawen smiled gently, and the cold color in his eyes flashed away.

"get out!"

He looked at a shadowy place, with a dazzling golden light gleaming in the palm of his hand.

[Intermediate Spell: Hand of the Mage]!

The pale golden handprints were more than ten meters away, emerging out of thin air, clutching hard in the shadow land, the surging magical energy suddenly agitated.

"Wait, Bishop Esta, I am willing to be a believer in the Temple of Wealth..." A potbellied figure suddenly emerged from the shadows, panicked pale face covered with cold sweat.

"I am willing to dedicate the wealth of the caravan..."

[Intermediate Magic: The Light of Retribution]!

A faint golden sword solidified in the night sky, and immediately turned into a bright light, slashing towards the hidden figure peeping at it.

"Do not!!!"

Before the stern voice sounded, it was completely annihilated in the golden sword light.

The cold night wind blows, awakening Abda, who is trembling slightly in his heart at this moment, and he recognizes the figure of the pot belly.

It was the guy who embarrassed him in front of everyone before dusk.

Is this a warning? Still a threat?

"Okay, now we can have a good conversation!" Esta looked at the shrewd middle-aged man in front of him, clearly seeing the cold sweat on his forehead, and said with a relaxed expression.

"Explain a few more words to you, because the plague is spreading in the western region of Yin Song Xing Province, so I need to do a test!"

"Plague? How is it possible? We haven't seen any signs of the spread of the plague!" Abda exclaimed, the fear in his heart showing his face.

The plague is not only a troublesome thing for nobles and temples.

For ordinary people, especially caravans and mercenaries who run outside all the year round, they are synonymous with disasters.

The family may be ruined!

"No, you saw it!" Isda's expression was gentle, and the words spoken with an inexplicable voice, soothing Abda's emotions in front of him.

Phoo~hoo~hoo!

Abda panted heavily. He remembered the scene in the camp at dusk, the broken dark green pustules, and the mercenaries and entourage who died tragically.

"No, no, that...is it really... the plague?" Abuda raised his head and looked at the Bishop Isdar in front of him, saying helplessly.

He hopes to get a negative conclusion, but...

"What you see is the spreading plague!" Istar nodded slightly and said in a deep voice.

The cold words completely broke the fantasies of the believers in the temple of wealth.

A faint golden light covered his right hand and placed it lightly on Abda's shoulder: "I'm sorry, you have been with those who have been infected with the plague for too long, and you have also been infected!"

"This time the outbreak of the plague is difficult to disperse directly. It will only be possible to go to the temple..."

He lied.

The mildly infected plague can be forcibly dispelled by magical magic ~www.mtlnovel.com~ Only those who are deeply infected need to go to the temple.

"Save me...Save me... Bishop Isda, please...Save me, I can donate all the wealth in my name!"

Abda's tone was filled with pity, his once shrewd face became pale and weak, and muddy tears dripped down the blood red grassland along his cheeks.

"Woo...oooo...I don't want to die..."

With a gentle smile on his face, Istar looked at the superb performance in front of him, oh, it should be said that it was a 'catharsis' with his own emotions.

"Make a deal!"

"The Temple of Wealth wants to make a deal with you."

"About the plague, about your family."

"For example, your eldest son, I heard that he is a devout believer in the Temple of Wealth. Perhaps preparing the position of a knight in the Temple is really suitable for him."

Silence is permeating, gradually extinguishing the surrounding movement.

The paleness and weakness of Abda's face disappeared, and the tears that flowed slowly wiped it away. He stared at Isda flatly, a flame burned in his heart.

"How can I trust you!"

He did not refuse, nor did he have the right to refuse. The power and horror of the Temple of Wealth in the Grand Duchy of Tambe Fasa far exceeded everyone's imagination.

As a businessman who has lived in the Grand Duchy of Tambefasa for decades, Abu Da knows this very well.

Otherwise, they will not "become" a believer in the temple of wealth, and each time they trade, they will respectfully "deliver" 30% of the wealth they receive.

"Conclude a contract in the name of my lord!" Istar smiled suddenly, this time a real smile, a smile from the heart.

The task arranged by Amber is about to be completed!

"make a deal!"

The low and desperate voice faded with the wind in the dim night.

Chapter end

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