Chapter: 14

"Most of those stories are made up to scare children, how could it be true?

"Besides, those who pursue the power of wizards will be thrown into the tribunal!"

The Republic of Intis is located on the northern continent of this world. The orthodox gods are "Eternal Blazing Sun" and "God of Steam and Machinery". The Church of the "Goddess of the Night" and the Church of the "Lord of Storms" in the Kingdom of Loen, the Church of the "Goddess of the Earth" in the Kingdom of Fenepot, the Church of the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom" in the south-central countries such as Lunburg, Fusac The Empire's "God of War" church came in to preach.

And the Inquisition of the Church of the "Eternal Blazing Sun" has always been feared by the people. I don't know how many heretics and heretics have been imprisoned and subjected to cruel treatment.

Lumian laughed:

"Why are you worrying about this now? You said it yourself, most of those legends are made up, and it is almost impossible to find what the wizard left behind.

"Besides, even if we do find the legacy of the wizard, we don't have to inherit the forbidden power. We can hand it over to the church in exchange for their rewards. Well, as a wizard, there must be a lot of treasure in the funeral."

The church Lumian mentioned refers to the "Eternal Blazing Sun" church, because there is no "God of Steam and Machinery" church in Kordu Village where they are located-this is often concentrated in various big cities and places with factories.

Seeing Raymond's heart pounding, Lumian secretly "tsk" and added:

"Do you really want to be a shepherd?"

The shepherd he was talking about was not the idyllic shepherd that people in big cities recognized. He was not a member of the family, driving a few sheep to graze every morning, and just taking care of them.

In the Daliège region of Reston Province where the village of Kordu is located, shepherd is a profession, a profession destined to be hard and lonely.

They accept the employment of the owner of the flock and drive dozens or even hundreds of sheep back and forth between the mountains and the plains.

This is known as a transition—when autumn comes and the alpine pastures of the mountains around Kordu die, the shepherds drive their flocks outside the pass to warmer plain pastures farther away, often across the border. , into the territory of Ferneyport, Lemburg, etc. At the beginning of May, they drove the flocks back to the villages, sheared the wool, and weaned the lambs. Make cheese while grazing sheep until the weather turns cold.

In this way, the shepherds turn around year after year, trekking all their lives, and only have a very small amount of time to return to the village. Therefore, most of them are single, it is difficult to get married, and they cannot form a family. A few widows who had to shepherd sheep for their livelihood were very popular among this group.

Raymond was silent.

After a while, he hesitated and said:

"Listen to you, this thing sounds fun and can be used to pass the free time."

Under normal circumstances, after the family decides which child needs to be a shepherd, he will be sent to a shepherd's house to help him between the ages of fifteen and eighteen to learn how to shepherd. Three years later, that child will officially become a shepherd. Shepherds, look everywhere for hire.

Raymond, who is seventeen years old this year, has found different reasons to delay this matter for more than two years. If there is no change in his life after that, then he will have to learn to shepherd next year.

"Let's go." Lumian patted Raymond on the shoulder, "Is your father in the field or at home?"

"I don't have much work recently, and Lent is coming soon. He is either at home or in the tavern." Raymond once again made an envious voice, "You don't know these things? You are not a farmer, you have a good sister !"

Lumian walked forward slowly with his hands in his pockets, ignoring Raymond's sigh.

When approaching the dilapidated tavern in the village, a person walked by the side road.

The man was wearing a dark brown long coat with a hood, a rope tied around his waist, and a pair of brand new black leather shoes that looked soft.

"Pierre, Pierre from the Bailey family?" Raymond said in surprise.

Lumian also stopped, looking at the side road.

"It's me." Pierre Berri smiled and waved his hand.

He is thin, with slightly sunken eye sockets, black hair that is greasy and curled, and a beard that has not been shaved for an unknown period of time.

"Why are you back?" Raymond asked suspiciously.