"There are more and more people here."
Turs, who looked even older, straightened his clothes, lost in thought.
"It's been almost two years since you came out of the dungeon, hasn't it?"
Having emerged from the desolate, cold misty forest and traversed three-quarters of the continent to reach this land of rest, they had already experienced much.
"It feels like a lifetime ago!"
At first there were fewer than two hundred people, but after passing through the first town in the first month, the number doubled, and later the number continued to grow.
They escaped the pursuit of slave traders, and repeatedly escaped death despite the joint bounty placed on them by nobles. Search and arrest warrants from several kingdoms were unsuccessful, and they even disappeared without a trace from the sight of the Church of God!
The former is alright, but the escape of the Church of God's subordinates... once you think about it deeply, it will send chills down the spines of everyone who knows the secret.
The Church of God was founded for one purpose only—to serve God alone.
They are the hands of the gods, controlling wars and changes in the world.
They are the eyes of the gods, coldly observing every change in the world.
They are the mouths of the gods, conveying their will and spreading their decrees.
Escaping from the encirclement of the Church of God, in another sense, is also disappearing from the sight of God!
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This is disobedience!
This is disrespectful!
And they had followed that person in committing such disrespectful acts time and time again.
From initial panic, constantly worrying that the gods would punish us, to later numbness and indifference.
The reverence for the gods fades with each successful act of defiance, and everyone's heart goes through this process.
As one of the original followers, Tulls clearly understood the process, and many things changed.
However, compared to the changes in his heart and his aging body, there is one thing that remains unchanged for Turs.
"My daughter, where are you?"
Looking down at the bracelet with burn marks, his expression turned sorrowful and longing.
Tulls never gave up searching for his daughter, but during this long escape, he never found any useful information.
Besides, there was the bracelet he found in the original house, which he gave to his daughter as a birthday gift when she was thirteen.
Dongdong.
A gentle knock on the door interrupted Turs's reverie, causing him to turn around abruptly and see a pair of gentle eyes.
"grown ups!"
Upon seeing who was outside the door, Turs immediately bowed respectfully to the young man leaning against the door.
"Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Don't be nervous, Turs. I was just a little worried because you hadn't shown up."
A young man dressed in a pure black robe entered the room, looked around, and then smiled:
"You look so healthy now, you should be fine."
"Besides, your personal belongings are still as empty as ever. As our highly respected deputy leader, you should pay more attention to them."
Turs shook his head respectfully and said:
"You're joking. I know myself well. My position as deputy leader is only because I've followed you for a long time; I'm of no other use."
The young man shook his head methodically. Although he looked relaxed, Turs dared not joke with him.
Although such thoughts were somewhat disrespectful, Turs always regarded the man who had rescued him as an incarnation of a god.
He led them through a death desert where no one had ever survived, discovered an ancient lost temple in a desolate forest, and found mermaids in the Reverse Current Sea...
He knows everything.
He never makes a mistake.
Any predicament becomes a smooth road before him, and nothing ever stands in his way.
With these miraculous events piled up, it's hard for them not to think about them.
"Only gods can defy gods."
Although adults never admit it, many people have actually thought this way to some extent.
and……
Turs looked up at the smiling youth in the sunlight, and a sense of bewilderment washed over him.
He seems to be getting more and more normal.
Two years later, the boy had grown much taller, and his limbs had become long and strong, and he was no longer the thin and withered boy he once was.
But that's not the biggest change; the real change is in his expression!
The adult seemed to have filled in the missing part of his heart, and there was no sign of anything unusual.
His every move exuded elegance, and even the most discerning "Jazz" among his group couldn't find fault with him.
The impoverished nobleman who had everything taken from him by the war god priest had always prided himself on his elegant manners, but he couldn't be proud of himself in front of adults either.
Moreover, what is most unique about him is his temperament, which is neither quite calm nor composed.
Everyone who faces his eyes will be speechless and will silently shut their mouths.
Suddenly, the young leader asked abruptly:
"You haven't given up yet?"
After a moment of stunned silence, Turs gave a wry smile:
"You know I'm an adult who can't give up."
The young man looked at it carefully, then gave a gentle smile:
"Yes, you must not give up. She must be waiting for you somewhere to find her."
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