The three remained silent throughout the journey. None of them questioned Chuck further, and the Rost siblings on the other side did not mention anything about the twin flowers again. The four of them kept quiet until the carriage left the cave and arrived behind the mountains.
This is a passage carved into the cliff face, like a worm eating a groove in the skin of an apple to guide them forward.
Chuck got out of the carriage and sat in the driver's seat. Lin Feng grabbed the handrail and climbed into the empty seat at the back of the carriage, looking at the orcs striding ahead behind them.
Only the Rost siblings remained inside the car; one could faintly hear them saying something, but it was impossible to make out what they were saying.
Looking out over the cliff, the top of the opposite mountain range appears to have been deliberately sheared off, stretching to the very end of the field of vision; below lies a bottomless abyss, the deep darkness seemingly swallowing all color, pulling one's heart into a vortex.
After several quiet hours, heavy rain started falling again outside the cliff. Large raindrops were blown in by the cold wind, slowing the entire convoy down considerably.
Lin Feng moved to a position closer to the side of the carriage that was against the wall, thus avoiding the raindrops.
"Ten-minute break!"
The commander's voice came from ahead, and the carriage immediately stopped.
Chuck jumped down from the front of the carriage and brought water and bread to Lin Feng and the others. Then he pulled out a bag of hay from under the carriage and fed the horses. The beastmen behind the carriage pulled out dried meat from the bag and leaned against the edge of the cliff to chew on it.
After eating a few bites of the hardened bread, Lin Feng sat up abruptly, his mind flashing back to his encounter with the assassin.
A legendary assassin has gone missing, and those behind him should be realizing something is wrong. I wonder if they can trace him back to his scent, energy, or divine revelation?
At least for now, it's safe. The Greyhound K3 following behind the convoy hasn't spotted anyone else.
Ten minutes passed quickly. Lin Feng glanced at the lightning on the horizon and lay down on the roof of the carriage.
The first day passed quickly, and the second day was uneventful. Lin Feng seemed to have become accustomed to this tranquility, and at the same time, he no longer felt the awkwardness that came with his identity as a magician. He gradually established some connections with the beastmen behind the carriage.
But the only person willing to initiate a conversation with him was the young orc, Raine Avery, in the tavern.
He was an orc born in Monta City. He grew up with humans and some of his friends were recruited into the army after he returned from a sea voyage, leaving him all alone.
He was quite skilled, barely showing any signs of being a master. His weapon was an iron fork, which he learned from his master on the ship, and he also learned a little from an orc named Mar.
After all, orcs have good talent; as long as they put in the effort, becoming a master is not a problem.
"Mr. Mage, your stamina is really impressive." Renn took a breath; he was also a bit tired after three days. Lin Feng, who had been following them step by step, hadn't even been out of breath. This was the main reason why the orcs were curious about Lin Feng.
"I prefer using an axe to chop people up rather than magic." Lin Feng patted the magic book at his waist, and the icy aura that appeared out of thin air instantly transformed into an ice crystal axe blade. He swung it in front of Renn and then dispersed: "A qualified mage must have melee ability, so that even if you get close to me, you won't gain the upper hand."
“Good mages won’t let us get close,” an orc scoffed without thinking.
Lin Feng didn't care at all: "If that's the case, a good warrior wouldn't give me the chance to unleash my magic."
"Hahahaha." The orcs immediately burst into laughter.
The mercenaries in front looked behind them, and several of them who had overheard the conversation began to laugh.
Raine, somewhat naive, asked without thinking, "Mr. Magician, if I get close to you, how will you retaliate?"
"Me?" Lin Feng's hands flew, and a chilling aura swirled around him, creating an explosive light and shadow effect: "I'll blast you away!"
"Um...you don't use melee abilities?"
Lin Feng rolled his eyes: "If I get close to you, will you drop the spear you're holding?"
"Won't..."
"Then why can't I use magic?"
At that moment, the orc Mar slapped Renn on the back: "Instead of thinking about how to deal with him after you get close, you should think about how you can get close to him."
“That’s true…” Renn was troubled. He rarely came into contact with mages and hadn’t really thought of a solution.
Lin Feng chuckled: "It's not difficult. As long as you can become a legend, you can get close to me."
“That will take a long time. I haven’t decided on my faith yet.” Ryan murmured to himself, “The captain said that only those who have decided on their faith are qualified to become masters.”
Elites only need to practice diligently, while masters will change their skills based on their beliefs.
This is also some information that Lin Feng has learned in the past few days: orcs who grow up in human cities do not have a firm belief.
"Actually, I haven't found any faith either." Lin Feng slowed his pace slightly and said amidst the stunned expressions of the orcs, "Aren't you surprised? A human mage doesn't have any faith?"
Clearly, the human living environment is filled with the notes of faith, and religious sects exist everywhere.
"Haha, what's wrong? I feel lost too. Is that so strange?" Lin Feng laughed self-deprecatingly, then patted Renn's broad shoulder and said, "Although I feel lost, it also makes me more focused on exploring myself and finding my true goal."
Just then, a soft voice came from the carriage. F. Rost climbed onto the back seat and bowed to Lin Feng: "Faith arises from the yearning and exploration of the soul."
Lin Feng smiled in response and, following the other person's words, said softly to Raine, "Yes, and gods need unwavering faith from the heart, not a confused believer."
As soon as he finished speaking, F. Rost's smile froze a bit, and Mal, standing to the side, also discerned a different meaning in Lin Feng's words. Only Chuck nodded as if he understood.
God needs faith, but what about believers?
unimportant.
“Only reverence and faith can liberate the soul from pain and confusion.” F. Rost’s gaze fell on Renn, a trace of doubt flashing through her mind. Lin Feng’s words did not seem like those of the Southern sect, Esos.
Doctrinally, Southern sects believe in a god of wisdom and attempt to study divine wisdom in order to find a way to salvation.
She is a follower of the Northern sect, the Cult of Los, and her devotion to the gods will free her from endless suffering in reality.
“Yes.” Lin Feng’s voice carried a hint of excitement, yet also a touch of indifference: “The supreme power of the gods will allow those who break free from all things and transcend all worldly matters to attain eternal peace, without having to…bear any responsibility.”
Even if the world is destroyed, even if you do something wrong, even if everything is bad, the responsibility is not yours; it is all the arrangement of the gods.
All you need to do is remain devout and keep going, because this is the best arrangement the gods have given you. Murder, arson, evil deeds, and torture are not your fault.
F. Rost's gaze changed. She clearly understood the meaning behind Lin Feng's words, and she finally confirmed Lin Feng's stance.
Just then, Lin Feng stretched out his arm, yawned, pointed ahead, and asked, "What happened?"
Everyone immediately looked up and saw a troop of cavalry rushing towards the front of the caravan, blocking their path along one side of the road.
"It's the flag of Gordons!"
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