"Become me, then come and feel my sadness..."
After completing the fusion, a ghostly sigh resounded from the armor, as if it still hosted a soul inside.
After a long time, Eleazar rises from the ground somewhat exhausted.
The light around him was bright but silent, and the somewhat narrowed vision of the faceplate made him a little uncomfortable.
Standing in front of a brightly lit pillar, Eleazar leaned forward on his upper body and looked at the reflection of a dark knight-like figure within.
Taking it off was not coming off, the armor felt like it was growing out of his flesh, it had become completely one with him.
After trying it, it was able to be eased into the metalized skin.
"It's okay, it would be too much for me to wear this thing all the time."
Though it's only an effect like the Emperor's New Clothes, and even if he could hide it, the negative effects that should be there wouldn't be missing at all.
Looking around, there was no one left in the brightly lit tribunal.
The men just left him here unattended, as if they wouldn't worry about him escaping at all.
It was as if he had regained his freedom, and as if he hadn't.
Eleazar looked at the palm of his hand, "Those people are that confident in this seal?"
"Or is this another test of how honest I am?"
After a moment of contemplation, he slowly walked out of the tribunal.
A magnificent building built more than ten meters above the ground, with an unobstructed view of the scenery and distribution of buildings below, and a long flight of steps sloping down to the ground.
After spending a week in this tribunal, Eleazar knew that the building was far from what it appeared to be, and there was no telling how many other prisoners were being held in the dimly lit dungeon underneath.
Thinking back to the silent faces in the uncountable cages that surrounded him in the morning when he was taken away by the Warden, walking down the steps, Eleazar looked back up again.
[All people are worthy of compassion and forgiveness, except darkness.]
This darkness, presumably, is a stick that knocks out all the people in the evil camp.
At 4:00 p.m., the church was bathed in a brilliant remnant of the reddish sunlight.
The acolytes walked right past him, all busy with their own business, and none of them paid him any attention.
Eleazar found the dining hall on his own.
Wobbling his legs, he walked in, and some of the people inside looked up at him with odd faces.
Following one of the Divine Punishers, who was also fighting a meal, Eleazar picked up a tray. Well, it's a buffet-style dinner, so help yourself to whatever you want.
Picking up a random bit of food that looked quite tasty, he made his way back to the bar that seemed to be cutting up meat and fruit.
"Got any wine?"
The cook looked up at him and shrugged, "No."
Eleazar frowned a little, lifting his head and nose to sniff, then pointing to the wine rack behind him.
"And what is this?"
"Oh, that one's communion wine, but it's not wine!"
The man said with a serious face.
Eleazar was silent for a moment, "I'll have a bottle of communion wine then."
"Communion wine is very high proof, are you sure you can drink it all by yourself?"
"To hell with you!"
Holding the food and bottles of wine, he found an unoccupied table.
A couple of strong drinks went down and his head blurred smoothly.
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"Will you stop drinking!"
In the lush jungle, a clearing carved out, Evelea looked furiously at the warlock who sat on the roof and spent his days getting himself drunk.
"The tribe next door is sneaking in to pick our herbs again, will you watch the territory properly!"
Fina cocked her head and looked down at the witch.
"Don't you feel tired of fighting and killing all day long, seizing so much territory and not being able to defend it?"
Evelea crossed her arms, "I'm not like you, you one-dimensional loser!"
"I'm going to be king of this forest! Get those damn wild monkeys to build me a palace, and if you can help a little now, maybe I'll give you a court mage position when I'm in a good mood."
"What's the use of even sitting on a throne if there's no wine to drink."
Fina sits on the roof, her eyes transfixed as she tilts her head and takes another swig of wine.
"Hiccup finished another drink."
"You're not allowed to trade the herbs I grow for alcohol anymore!"
"Oh, well then, I'll go pick a lucky tribe at random."
Evelea sighed as she watched the guy stagger and fly out.
The man is hopeless.
She then lowered her head again and kicked hard at a few of the wildlings that lay prostrate at her feet.
"Why are you worshipping that drunkard, if you're going to do it, do it to me!!!"
The situation in Ruen is far more complicated than they imagined, just like a colony that has just been developed for a short time, only the harbor has a little bit of city, while the large forests and mountains in the inner belly are ruled by countless tribes, and there are wizards, fighters, hunters, all kinds of transcendental sequences, and high-level transcendental creatures, and even the forbidden zone of the life where the legendary species is encamped, and these large and small transcendental tribes, transcendental creatures, are scattered in this wild country that is completely covered by the jungle. These large and small transcendental tribes, transcendental creatures, scattered in this wild country completely covered by the jungle, from the moment they stepped into this place, they have to fight with people, fight with the sky, fight with the ground, sometimes even can not sleep peacefully, the environment is vicious and incomparable.
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Two days later, carrying a small silver jug that no longer left his hand, Eleazar returned to Daron City.
After testing the power of the cursed armor, he completely recognized himself.
An ecclesiastical-level task force, free to act at the behest of the Church, to assist the Acolyte in transcendental matters.
"It's no different from before, only that I now have an official identity, and I have to pay attention to the impact of my future strikes."
With a sip of communion wine, Eleazar first went to the local church to register his identification information.
"Well, in that case, Fintan is also an official of the same rank as me."
"Then Dr. Robert would be a Level 2 officer."
Church secondary caretakers can only be active in a specific area, and only need to control their work, and no special circumstances are prohibited to leave the area, out of the need to report.
Further down the line, there are prisoners with no freedom at all.
The third level of the Church's imprisoned persons: those who are incarcerated, not allowed to go out without special circumstances, and if they need to be transferred for use, they need to be guarded by two or more ordinands, and their performance will be evaluated annually.
"Hiccup~"
With a hiccup, Eleazar signed his name on the booklet amidst the odd looks cast by the cleric.
"Well, Witcher, if you decide to stay active in this part of the North County for a while, you will be under the orders of Her Highness, the Holy Maiden, who is usually somewhere, and I'm sure you're well aware of that."
Eleazar waved his hand and went back into the dining hall to fill his silver jug with communion wine before staggering away.
"What's wrong with this guy?"
The two acolytes watched him strangely as he left.
The Bishop of the district who came out on hearing the news said lightly, "Separated from his beloved by the ends of the earth only, I heard that those two wicked women fled to Ruin and that Her Holy Highness had the pleasure of capturing the Witcher just before they were about to succeed in escaping."