Danik is not in a good mood now, not only because his carriage is blocked by crowded people to the side of the road, but also because of the hysterical shouts...

“Faith is being blasphemed, and we are all kept in the dark…”

"Greed in ink and donate money, and fill your own pockets. Morality is corrupt, bullying men and women... The clergy has defiled the dignity of gods, and the temple is no longer pure. We want..."

"Holy War! Holy War! Go to the Holy Light City, go to the Northern Temple Association, we must give an explanation for this..."

...

"Hmph, a bunch of fools!" Dalick curled his lips, looking very disapproving.

Danick worked in the Chinese Propaganda Department in the city, which is the place where newspapers are compiled and distributed every day. He is considered a small administrative civilian.

There is no need to say about the history of newspapers in another world, and in fact there is nothing easy to talk about, because after Bran Wangting realized the huge energy contained in this seemingly inconspicuous thing, he firmly grasped the newspaper in his hands, becoming an unbiased sound tube for the empire and a unique platform for educating the people. The people should not establish and distribute it privately.

People like Danick have to be exposed to a vast amount of information every day because of their profession, so they can be regarded as people with a wide range of knowledge in this world.

Of course, whoever gives food will give you the job. This principle is the mainstream rule no matter where it is placed.

So even though I had known about the riots of believers, I was generally aware of the tricks and defilements. But under the Bran political system, which was closely linked to royal power and divine power, Danik and others naturally would not choose to bring it to the newspaper, but instead tried their best to whitewash the peace and create a harmonious atmosphere.

However, during the private discussion, Danik once made a bet with a colleague who disliked each other. The other party thought that this matter would be impossible. Danik had a different opinion on this, and he believed that this matter would be forced to be suppressed soon.

But what he didn't expect was that in just a few days, without any large-scale publicity, this matter could have reached this point, even to his present moment...

Of course, even so, Danick didn't think he would lose the bet. Because he had absolute confidence in the power of the Temple of Light and the Bran King's Court!

How was the gray-clothed army like before? All kinds of shocking news were rampant during publicity, and even once overshadowed the limelight of official newspapers, slapping in the face and making fun of them. But now? Isn’t it also gone?

He shook his head disdainfully, "Go to make trouble, I can't jump around for a few days."

At this time, a voice came from outside the front window, "Master, no. The whole street is full of people, I guess the carriage can't move within an hour."

He frowned slightly. Waiting for another hour, he would be late. Danick had no choice but to stand up: "Forget it, I'll walk over, come and pick me up tonight."

"What? Master, please speak loudly, I can't hear..."

"I said..." Frowning and breathing, opening his mouth, then shook his head helplessly. Danick simply opened the car door, walked down, and shook his voice suddenly came clearly like a thunderous roar, and the air seemed to have burned a little.

"Damn it, what are the ghosts calling..." Danick was startled and almost fell off the carriage, and couldn't help but mutter and curse. Then he gestured with the driver at close range, and he couldn't help but step into the crowd along both sides of the street.

The church in this city was flattened a few days ago, but the anger of the believers did not seem to have dropped at all. They are now planning a hike expedition to the city of Holy Light, and let the great figures of the Temple Association give them an explanation.

Of course, this action seemed extremely absurd to Danick. Because if it really made a fuss, the Bran Empire would definitely intervene, and it would be nice that these believers could leave their city.

"Oh, isn't this Danick? Haha, what a coincidence, the car was blocked?"

A voice that seemed familiar and even more annoying in Danik sounded in his ears. Turning his head, a middle-aged man in a green robe was pushing away to block the crowd. Sure enough... it was the colleague who disliked him in the propaganda hall and curled his lips: "Tell me? Are you the same?"

He spread his hands, "This is really not the case. I had expected that the situation would be a bit complicated today, so I chose to walk."

"Oh, is that?" If you believe you, there will be a ghost...Danick turned his head and looked unhappy.

The middle-aged man seemed to not feel Danik's unwelcome attitude. Of course, he was more likely to feel it but didn't care. He squinted his eyes and looked at the crowded crowd on the street that even occupied the noble lane, and his lips couldn't help but rise: "Haha, look like this, I'm going to win the bet."

When a villain succeeds, he knows that you will say this...Danick snorted softly: "Hmph, maybe it's not."

"Ha, I know you are not convinced. But there is no way. The fact is right in front of you... I pushed down the church, clashed with the clergy, and now I have launched an expedition and jihad. What's even more terrifying is that the spreading speed has spanned more than ten towns in just a few days... Tsk tsk, this matter has become a big deal! The temple has done nothing, and it will not work just by writing those unpainable articles in the newspaper."

This analysis still makes sense, but the middle-aged man is also an administrator of Bran. Of course, the starting point is not to look at the Temple of Light and gloating. It is probably because he is better than Daniel in his knowledge, so he said these words that he dare not publish in the newspaper.

However, Danick is not a mediocre person. He immediately retorted: "You are too exaggerating, as if you are acting in a drama... The reason why this matter has been so troubled is because the Bran Empire and the Temple of Light have not really taken action. Once there is a force, the farce will definitely subside quickly."

"Haha..." The middle-aged man shook his head with obvious disapproval, "I dare not say anything about the Bran Empire, but Temple of Light, hehe, do you think they dare to take action?"

Danick was stunned when he heard this, yes, believers are not evil heretics, they cannot be beaten or scolded, otherwise the consequences will only be even more uncontrollable... Finally, he said with little confidence: "The power of the Bran Empire alone is enough!"

"Then let's wait and see, hh..." As they spoke, the two had already left the crowded streets and came to the spacious square in the city. The number of believers here was significantly smaller. The middle-aged man put on his messy green robe. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, then turned his head and smiled, "But, hehe, I think you should prepare your gambling money in advance."

Danik's face suddenly turned dark: "Hmph, each other!"

I don't have a long sentence to say anything. Although the two of them have the same destination, they have no interest in traveling together now, so they have to separate. But at this moment, suddenly,

Wow... The noise suddenly came when it came. Although I didn't know what happened, the noisy sound that increased countless decibels in an instant was obviously abnormal.

After a moment of silence, the middle-aged man grabbed a young man who ran by and looked angry: "What happened?"

"Let go... don't you know yet?" The young man seemed to be a temple believer. After breaking away and pulling, he cursed, "Damn. The soldiers guarding the city didn't let us go out and hurt people. This matter is not over..."

"Well……"

"Haha..." Danick's heart moved when he heard this, and then he couldn't help laughing, "What do I say, what do I say? Bran finally took action. They can't jump around for a few days. You, you're still too savvy... What do you think of me like this? Do you want to admit defeat..."

After swallowing, the middle-aged man trembled and pointed his hand behind Danick: "Look, look..."

He curled his lips disdainfully, "You won't be so good, you can play this kind of old trick. I turned around and saw you. Do you want to take the opportunity to escape and lie to the gambling game? Is it interesting?"

"I..." Take a deep breath and roared in shock, "You fuck you, look!"

"Oh, I'm becoming more and more like it. I'll see what I can do..." Turning around, Danik's body suddenly shook violently, and a expression called "shusky" was frozen on his face.

In sight, on the main roads leading to the city square, dense crowds of people are like ants, rivers, seas and lakes, constantly gathering from all directions, with a shocking momentum and unstoppable momentum!

Men, women, young and old, poor, noble and rich… Countless faces are vague, mixed together, and finally formed a slightly hideous and distorted expression - the same hatred for the enemy who is out of wrath and evil!

Looking at the spectacular and terrifying scene in front of him, Danik unconsciously opened his mouth, and vaguely felt in his heart that he seemed to lose in this bet...

...

Of course, the scene of complete riots by believers not only happens in this city. In fact, in just a few days, the surrounding cities have successively fallen into a state of riots.

The Temple of Light has been around for thousands of years, and the seeds of faith spread are deeply rooted in the mainland and people's hearts. People from other worlds, regardless of their high or low status, are almost all believers of the God of Light. The so-called difference is just the difference between crazy believers and ordinary believers...

And it is precisely this kind of terrifying foundation that once something goes wrong, the backlash effect will be equally terrifying!

If we give an example, the temple is compared to a snow mountain, and the riot believers are compared to a snowball. Then when this snowball is thrown from the top of the snowy mountain, even if it is inconspicuous at first, it will definitely become an irresistible behemoth!

Tang En is the one who threw snowballs, but he just did the "throw" action. As for the consequences, he couldn't imagine and wouldn't imagine it.

That is not a question that Tang En should consider. He only needs to know one thing--when a believer has the idea of ​​jihad and successfully takes the first step, the plan to drive the temple out of the north will be in actual condition!

Of course, in Tang En's opinion, this speed is still too slow, and he needs a little thrust now...

...

Several families were happy and some were sad. Danick was in a bad mood, but in Hanshui City, there was a person in a good mood, even about to be ecstatic and crazy.

This is a red-faced old man, who is usually called An Lao, and his apparent identity is an ordinary mercenary. But in secret, he is also a bounty hunter.

This kind of cross-border career change is very common among warriors in other worlds. As long as you have the strength, where can you take on tasks? Where can you get a bounty? The difference is just timid and bold...

The timid ones transferred from the Mercenary Guild to the Thieves Guild. As long as they did not touch the assassination, even if they were caught in the theft, they would not have any worries about their lives.

If you are bold, you will have more choices. You can be an assassin, a bandit, or you can become a bounty hunter in one step!

Old An was not weak, but his courage was not very strong, which also corresponded to the saying that the older he was, the less courageous he was. At that time, he chose to become a bounty hunter just to make multiple ways to make money. But what Old An didn't expect was that what he actually gained was not just a bounty...

The incident started a few weeks ago. He completed a major task of exploring the remains and was about to receive a bounty. But he happened to see a private fight within the guild, a private fight between "Fat Cat" and "Silly Bear".

Originally, the bounty hunter's temper is basically not good. Fighting or even killing people on the spot is normal. But these two people vaguely revealed a message during the fight, that is, the guild launched a new bounty reward, and that inexplicable piece of paper has a big secret hidden, as if it can improve the fighting spirit strength in a short period of time!

When I first heard this, Old An didn't believe it. He practiced Dou Qi all his life, and only knew that he could improve Dou Qi through hard practice every day or some rare treasures. And a simple piece of paper, even if it was written on it, it would only be more difficult to practice. How could he quickly improve Dou Qi in a short time? Isn't that going...

However, the facts were right in front of us at that time, and the guild could not have joined forces with these two low-level hunters to set up a trap. And if it was the trap set by these two, it would not be reasonable, because they could not get any benefits from it...

My thoughts moved a few times. Old An finally made a choice - give up the high bounty and receive the mysterious paper!

To be honest, Mr. An didn't have the desire to regret after receiving the paper, but the strong throbbing in his heart still prevailed. His strength has been at the peak of the intermediate level for a long time, and he has not made any progress in the past few decades, which almost made him give up the idea of ​​sprinting to advanced level in his lifetime.

There is no way, this is the common miserable ending of all ordinary warriors without identity and background. Even if they are gifted, they have no secrets of mental methods at the age that is most suitable for practicing Dou Qi. At the age that is not suitable for practicing Dou Qi, they can only get ordinary secrets of mental methods... This starts like a complete defeat at the starting line of life, and their lifetime achievements are limited!

Unwilling to accept it, strongly unwilling to accept it... Perhaps it was this kind of mood that made Old An become impulsive when he was old.

As it turns out, his impulse was right - in just three weeks, his current strength is at the beginning of the advanced level!

And it should be noted that during this period, it took him nearly two weeks to understand the location of the human meridians on the paper. In other words, he only had one week to practice, but it was this week that made him break through the bottleneck that had plagued him for decades!

Of course, it has to be said that Old Man's practice of hard work and never slack plays an important role in this smooth breakthrough. The Dou Qi circulation channel released by Tang En is only a small part, and the meridians involved are only a small part of the parallel system. The effect is not so large. At most, it is to increase the strength of Dou Qi in a short period of time.

But even this small point is also the dream of all ordinary warriors like Mr. An who have been in a bottleneck for decades! They do not lack strength, experience, patience, and what they lack is this help for a lasting kick!

Now, Tang En delivered this help to them. So, a breakthrough! Finally a breakthrough!

Ecstasy? Excited?

That's for sure. You must know that Old An has been excited at his residence for a whole day! After the pleasing and dreamy feeling completely disappeared, his greater ambition quickly grew secretly in his heart...

The mysterious martial arts on paper are obviously just the tip of the iceberg. If I get more, can I continue to improve? Mid-level, high-level, peak... or even step into the ranks of masters and become a ground-level warrior?

** is always endless. And warriors are even more insatiable to improve their fighting spirit!

Therefore, when Old An was sure that the things on the paper could no longer be given to him, he came to the door of the Bounty Hunter Guild again decisively...but, the situation seemed to have changed a little.

"Oh, you said that fruit shop, it was moved away a week ago... But about three or four days ago, a group of light knights suddenly came here, and didn't know what they were going to do, so they just broke it up to pieces... Oh, you said it's not a big deal, I was planning to do some small business..."

After getting the information you wanted to know, Old An looked at the address of the guild in front of him that had become a ruin, and couldn't help but be speechless.

After a while, he raised his head and roared, "Cao, the temple of heavenly slaying!"

After leaving here, Old An did not give up. Of course, he could not give up.

Before planning to rush to the neighboring city guild that day, Old An found the intelligence dealer in the city with a lucky heart. This time, he paid the price of ten gold coins.

"Haha...sorry, Old An, I really can't help it. Please allow me to have fun for a while, haha..."

For a moment, "Well, I've known the news that the Bounty Hunter Guild has moved away for a long time. It seems that I offended the Temple of Light, so I have to come up with this bad plan. But these days, they have published their addresses in our intelligence circle every day. So it's so easy to make money... Cough cough, calm, calm, Old An, don't be impulsive, there are industry rules, I definitely didn't mean to cheat you..."

With a expressionless face, the dagger with a cold light kept turning in Old An's hand, "Address! If you don't want to lose the guy who eats, yes, it's your tongue!"

"Uh... Room 3, Night Rose Hotel, Gouwei Lane, Akashi Street, West City! Well, a friendly reminder, their addresses are changing almost every day. So, if you don't want to pay out ten gold coins, it's better to go there today. Look, I still have professional ethics..."
Chapter completed!