There are not many gods of Order.

It is only about one-third of the total number of evil gods and demon gods.

But the problem is that the combat power of the gods of order is relatively high on average.

Even the order gods like the Water God who are a little unintelligent have a very strong combat power.

Especially in the main plane, her combat power is very strong, and it is estimated that only Donglang can barely tie her.

The fighting power of the Storm Goddess is not too strong, but this is a very gentle and independent god. Her doctrines are similar to those of the Church of Love, both of which advocate women's independence.

But the approach is different.

One is to let go of your body and mind, and they can do everything men can do.

The Storm God Cult emphasizes self-discipline and self-control.

It looks as if the doctrines of the two schools are in opposite directions on the surface, but in fact they are in the same way.

If the guide marrys a storm female believer, he will be destined to be "fearing" his wife.

Roland now has some understanding of all the core teachings of the Divine Church, and asked Yanxiao, "How many years have you been married to your wife?"

"It's been more than thirty years." A smile appeared on the old guide's face. He shook the yellow pony carrying a cart in front of him with force: "I used to be as beautiful as a flower, beautiful and tender as I did. Now, like me, I have become old chicken skin, with several teeth falling off and my back bent."

Roland lay on the cart and smiled, "In this world, it is a rare and lucky thing to be able to grow old together without pain or worry."

Life is rare in sixty years!

This sentence also applies to ordinary people in this world.

Natural disasters and diseases are already enough.

Then there are a large group of supermans with very exaggerated combat power in this world.

How many ordinary people are just passively involved in the open and secret struggles of professionals, and die like a dog.

It is precisely because of this situation that Roland sighed like this.

"Yes." The old guide said proudly: "The old woman and I are already the oldest couple in the town. I am the oldest old man."

"How old are you?" Roland looked at the other person in surprise: "It doesn't look very old."

"There are seventy."

"Awesome." Roland said in admiration: "It's really rare to have such a neat body at your age."

The old guide laughed and said, "It's normal. We work every day, and we have great health."

"Haha, that's not necessarily true. The main reason is that you have good physical condition."

"Hahaha." The old guide laughed loudly.

The carriage was walking slowly on the sidewalk on the grassland. If he flew by himself, Roland would of course be much faster.

But this time I came here is not a speed competition.

He came to find someone and then killed someone.

So he lay on the cart, looking at the blue sky and white clouds, put his hands behind his head, and asked slowly: "By the way, Old Beckrum, you can be a guide, which means you know this grassland very well."

"Of course. As long as things happen on this grassland have nothing I don't know about."

"Have you heard of any big shots here?" Roland asked lightly: "For example, a powerful magician or something."

Beckrum shook his head: "That's not. Our place is a magic wasteland. It's possible that you can produce warriors, but let's forget about the noble profession of the magician."

"Oh, that's a pity." Roland sighed: "The teacher asked me to travel around. I heard that the scenery here is beautiful. Come and see if there are any fellow magicians. This way, you can enjoy the scenery of the journey and communicate with the fellows."

"If there was a magician, he would definitely become a celebrity in our Croatian grasslands." Beckrum said helplessly: "I will definitely hear of that, but unfortunately there is no."

"Yes, it's a pity."

Beckrum fattened and put down his whip again, saying, "But our grassland girls, Master Master, you must try it."

Roland smiled and said, "There will be a chance."

Then neither of them spoke again.

The carriage swayed and carried Roland to a town on the grassland.

As soon as I arrived at the entrance of the town, someone shouted to Beckrum: "Old alcoholic, you are bringing the guests again. It seems that you can drink again. Be careful not to be beaten to death by Aunt Sophie."

"Haha, she can't catch up with me." The old man laughed and drove the carriage to the town.

Some people with particularly curiousness ran over to see who was loading the cart. As a result, they saw a mage wearing a robe, and they were so scared that they retreated repeatedly.

No matter where you are, the mage has a high status.

The carriage walked around the town for a while, and then came to a small mud brick building.

Although the small building is not big, it covers a small yard with earthen walls about one meter or two high.

Several trees more than three meters tall were planted in the yard to shade the sun.

Under the shade of the trees, there is a round stone brick table and several small stone stools.

It looks very lifelike.

Then there was an old woman inside, pinching a nut and squeezing her flesh and blood out of it.

Next to the old woman, there was a child who couldn't walk. He didn't wear any clothes and was covered in plain clothes. He crawled around on the ground, drooling and screaming, and from time to time he made the unique and sharp laughter of babies.

"Master, this is my home. You can settle in the room on the third floor to ensure it is clean. The room is all within your employment fee."

The old guide then shouted to the yard: "Old Sophie, go and get some clean water to quench the thirst for the guests."

The old woman stood up. Although her waist was indeed bent, she looked very energetic when she walked.

After smiling politely at Roland, the old woman entered the room.

Roland was crawled around on the ground, and now he was at the feet of the old guide Berlum, and opened his hands to hug the little boy.

In his perception, the little boy's body emitted a faint magic fluctuation.

The elements in the air were independently introduced into the little boy's body, and in the end, they were not stored in the room and used, and then they were naturally "emissioned".

Roland was a little surprised.

Under normal circumstances, it is difficult for ordinary people to guide magic elements, otherwise the number of mages would not be so small.

But the little boy in front of him has the talent to passively attract magic.

The future is promising.

"Master Master, is there something wrong with my grandson?" The old guide hugged the grandson at home. He found that Roland's eyes were always aiming at his grandson, and he felt a little worried.

"It's really inappropriate."

The old guide's face changed drastically.

Roland continued, "Your grandson has a strong magical talent. If you don't let him be a mage, it would be a waste."

Ah... the old guide was a little confused.

He had thought his grandson had some disease that ordinary people could not see, but the mage said that his grandson had a very talented magician?

He still couldn't believe it until now. He was confused for a while and asked again: "Master, you are not playing tricks on me, are we poor civilians, and our ancestors are all ordinary people. How could we give birth to children with the talent of a magician?"

"Forget it if you don't believe it." Roland shook his head: "Just pretend I didn't say it."

"This..." The old guide was very confused.

He immediately wanted Roland to help him confirm his grandson's talent again, but the other party was obviously unwilling to say more.

At this time, the old woman who had just entered to get the water brought out a glass of water.

Use porcelain bowls.

Roland didn't care at first, but after drinking two sips of water, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

It wasn't that there was something wrong with the water, but that he found himself holding a porcelain bowl.

There are also beautiful patterns on it.

In this world, porcelain is also a very expensive commodity.

Like the well-made porcelain bowl in his hand, the patterns on it even have a little elves style.

Roland looked at it carefully for a while, then asked in surprise: "Where did you get this thing?"

The old woman smiled and said, "I have picked it up. It's been more than ten years. I have to say that the things I picked up in this field are practical and have not been broken for so many years. They are still very new."

“Where did you pick it up?”

"It's in the black field east of the town." The old woman bent over and said slowly: "Many people have picked up pots of wawa and other things there."

"Then I'll go over and take a look." Roland looked at his bowl for a while, and finally said, "I'll come back to sleep later. Just lay the quilt on the third floor."

Roland then left.

The old guide chased after him and shouted, "Master Master, do you want me to take you there?"

But Roland didn't seem to hear it, he walked very quickly.
To be continued...