As soon as Frederick entered the temple, he heard a certain dragon say in a veiled tone, "Yeah...someone still has the nerve to come to the wedding. Didn't they say that all the women I was in charge of were seduced away by wild men?"
"Yes, a certain brothel owner-like dragon, in order to make money, had the girls dress up extravagantly and seduce people at the door every day, charging a copper coin for just one glance. He really knows how to run a business."
“It’s for love!”
"All I know is that my soldiers have no intention of training every day. They circle around the women's camp like peacocks and spend their money on gates that don't even allow them to enter brothels."
“This is love!”
The man and the dragon refused to give in to each other, but no one in the temple paid any attention to them. After finally getting a break for half a day, everyone sat together drinking and chatting. Anyway, they had eaten enough melons in the past few days.
"Ahem...Okay, the wedding officially begins."
Seeing that Frederick was entangled by the blue dragon and would no longer compete with him for the hosting position, Arnold became proud again.
Led by flower girls, seventeen couples walked to the statue of Truth, of which only the head was carved. Several wizards waved their staffs, and in late autumn, a rain of flowers began to fall in the temple.
"In the presence of the Lord of Truth, you are united as husband and wife, and the truth grants you a happy family, happiness, harmony, and joy...
The truth also hopes that you will be loyal to each other and never betray each other...
Truth is above all. Regardless of poverty or wealth, sickness or health, those who abandon their wives and children will fall into eternal hell. Those who betray their husbands will not enter the Kingdom of God. Those who grow old together will enter the gates of God, and those who never leave their husbands will become stars in the Kingdom of God.
After Arnold finished speaking, the newlyweds half-knelt before the statue and swore to follow the teachings of the Lord of Truth and remain loyal to each other at all times until the gate of the Kingdom of God summoned their souls.
The two sides exchanged wedding rings made of blue steel, and then the witness dragon came on stage.
Arthurs looked up at Frederick, then flew up to the stage with great pride, holding a marriage certificate made of Warcraft hide in his dragon claws. The certificate was covered with complex and mysterious dragon characters, and there were faint elemental fluctuations.
These were all carved by Arthurs using dragon magic, and can be used as scrolls at critical moments.
The biggest obstacle to learning dragon magic is learning the dragon language. As the most difficult language to learn in the Middle-garden continent, people who try to learn dragon magic often lose control of their elements and become completely destroyed due to mispronouncing a syllable.
These certificates that Arthurs spent a lot of effort to make are very rare on the mainland. After all, making them requires a lot of patience, and dragons don't have them.
After being cheated by Xia Lan for so long, Arthurs gradually began to become less like a dragon. Not only could he concentrate on studying how to make money, he also developed many dragon magics that were not in the dragon clan's inherited memory, such as the technique of signing contracts without leaving any traces, and the technique of controlling the earth element to build houses.
Although Xia Lan would pay him a salary for refining blue steel, he still wanted to earn more. If he could control the earth element, he could earn an allowance that only nearly a thousand people could receive.
Recently, Arthurs has started studying alchemy again. If using alchemy did not require burning one's life, he would have wanted to give it a try.
Of course, these marriage certificates are not free. After Arthurs received some money, he seemed to have found another way to make money.
The wedding ended quickly, and after the crowd dispersed, Faox resumed its daily routine. At the end of the next month, another wedding would be held here.
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White Wave Island.
When Xialan arrived at the port, Varean and Kamenla were already waiting for him at the dock.
After exchanging a few pleasantries with the two, Xia Lan walked towards the two people standing aside, wearing red cloaks. He had never seen the goddess before, and this time when the Arcane God's favored one arrived, he must take a good look at her.
The code name of Arcane in Nightfall is actually the God of Knowledge, one of the top gods in Midgard. Not only do many prestigious academies on many continents enshrine his statues, but he is also the common state religion of the sixteen countries in Goblin Valley.
"Goblin!"
Seeing how small she was, Xia Lan thought the goddess of the Church of Knowledge was a loli, but when she got closer, she found out that she was actually a goblin.
Vina Liwen, the goddess of the Church of Knowledge, was not angry because of Xia Lan's loss of composure. She naturally pulled down the hood of her cloak, revealing her entire face. Her blue eyes as deep as the starry sky also looked at Xia Lan curiously.
"Hello, Vina Liwen, the Pope of the Church of Truth and the human representative of the God of Knowledge, sends you greetings."
Xia Lan politely returned the greeting. Looking at the Vina Liven on his chest, Xia Lan thought of the house elves in the Harry Potter movies. The only difference was that this goddess not only had long black hair, but also had a mysterious rune printed on her forehead, which made her look mysterious and majestic.
"Greetings, the Pope of the Church of Truth, the human representative of the God of Knowledge, Tsering, sends his greetings to you."
The Son of God beside Vina Liwen also took off his hood. He was a human, but the words did not come from his mouth. Instead, several lines of the common language of the continent appeared out of thin air.
Xia Lan looked at the head full of white hair and wondered if this Son of God was a little too old. However, she had already lost her composure once, so it was not appropriate to ask the old Son of God about his age now.
"Faox welcomes you two. Let's go in and talk first."
On the way to the castle, Carmenla acted as a tour guide and introduced Whitelang Island to several people. Although the two had already had a general look at Whitelang Island, they still listened carefully. Xia Lan also took the opportunity to see the development of Whitelang Island.
The streets from the port to the castle are lined with three-story buildings on both sides. People live upstairs, while taverns, restaurants, grocery stores and other shops are opened downstairs. After the fleet arrives, the shop owners gather around to buy goods, so the place seems a bit deserted.
Passing by a school, Venalivan saw children meditating in the playground. She smiled and said, "The nobles of the courtyard always want to hide their knowledge under their covers, reading alone in the dead of night. They don't realize that knowledge can only exert greater power when it is spread."
She was three hundred years old and had seen too many gifted people silently turn to dust because they did not acquire the knowledge of cultivation. There were many legendary seeds among them, but by the time she discovered them, many of them had already missed the best time to cultivate.
"Ms. Vina Liwen, you are absolutely right. Knowledge must be exchanged. When will our two churches exchange ideas?"
"As long as the True Church is sincere, any time is fine."
While visiting, the two exchanged views on the scriptures of their respective churches. Compared with the materialistic dialectics of the Church of Truth, the Church of Knowledge paid more attention to recording. Like historians, they recorded the sparks produced by the collision of civilizations, not only extraordinary knowledge, but also humanities and arts, scientific discoveries, and so on.
The Son of God told Ziwen in his dream that he followed the two of them without saying a word, just listening quietly, which made Xia Lan very puzzled about this taciturn man.
"He has no tongue."
As if she saw Xia Lan's doubt, Vina Liwen explained casually and said nothing more. Xia Lan did not ask any more questions, just kept it to herself.
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