The leader was an old officer with almost all white hair. He looked at the person who was talking, and seemed to have no idea of ​​the faint sense of persecution and nodded calmly.

"I know," he said, "no one here can fly a boat."

He waved his hand and raised his voice: "All the boat repairers, pack up their own things and wait here, and someone will come to arrange yours."

Whether this is true or false, it has successfully soothed the uneasy crowd.

Terry stood up slowly - he was also considered a "ship repairman".

The old officer's sharp eyes fell on him.

"You," he said, "follow me."

Terry had no objection. Anyway, as a mage, he could return to his companions at any time.

But before he could walk a few steps, the soldiers separated to the sides and welcomed a group of priests who were rushing.

Before the other party spoke, the old officer's face became gloomy with the naked eye. Terry secretly glanced around and then withdrew his gaze, and stood aside honestly.

He only remembers this day, but the memory of this day is enough to tell him that in this city that "devotedly believes in the goddess of ice and snow", the commander and the Saint are both rulers, not everyone's faith is so pious.

And the arrogant attitude of many priests is indeed very disgusting.

The leader of this group of priests was a middle-aged woman who looked humble and peaceful. She lowered her head slightly to the old officer before speaking: "I'm disturbed. I've got the permission of the commander to take away two boats and two people who can drive the boat."

She took out a neatly folded piece of paper from her waist bag, walked over and handed it to the old officer.

Even though he obviously did not like the priesthood, the old officer could not continue to show his face to a polite messenger. He unfolded the paper, looked carefully twice from beginning to end before nodding.

"Give them two boats," he said.

The sailor who was speaking just now spoke again: "Sir! No one can control a boat! Didn't that shipbuilder say that? A boat must require at least two sailors!"

"The shipbuilder" had to turn to his eyes and nodded: "At least two."

"So, can we give four of us?" The priest spoke, his eyes turned on Terry, and raised his hand and pointed: "There is this one."

"He is not included in the command of the commander." The old officer responded coldly, "He has to follow me."

The man who was being fought for sniffed innocently and looked up at the sky.

"He is the one who gave us the Goddess to help us survive this natural disaster." The priest whispered softly, not angry because of this: "The saint still has some questions to ask him... the commander is also in the temple at this moment."

The old officer was silent for a moment, and finally nodded. He also sent a team of soldiers to "escort" Terry. The meaning was very clear--he had to come back.

Terry was sandwiched between the priests and soldiers, walking through the extremely narrow streets squeezed by the fugitives on both sides.

The tired people no longer have the peace of being as if they had accepted their fate. The rumbling sound of water outside the city is still far away, but it can be heard vaguely, like dull thunder, rolling from the horizon.

The crowd boiled like boiling water. Some people kept coming up to try to get more news, but most of them could not get answers. Only the priest who led the team, even though he was already sitting in the carriage, lifted the curtains and comforted the people all the way.

But in fact, no one could really squeeze into her.

When they stepped on the high steps of the temple, there were already more people crowding. If it weren't for the blue and white costumes of the priests and the weapons in the hands of soldiers, they probably wouldn't even be able to enter the temple.

Terry was taken directly to the hall where the temple held the ceremony - both the Saint and the Grand Commander Remdo were indeed here.

Arsey had been brought over before him, and was patiently explaining what the equipment they brought could do.

"I said that I could not contact my companions on the spacecraft and denied that I had let them fly over and pick them up long ago."

"No, I don't know why they didn't fly over to find us in this situation. Maybe something happened to them myself..."

"Your hand, please don't shake it too hard, it can blow a big hole in your city wall."

"That wrist armor, it can also pop up some small arms in addition to defense... Yes, that button, but I suggest you don't press it."

"Our uniforms do have the function of keeping cold, but in a short period of time, according to the current technical level of this city, it is impossible to replicate it. Moreover, many of its functions are bound to us. Even if I take them off, others will not be able to use them..."

Just standing aside and listening, Terry couldn't help but sigh at Arsey's good temper - these words, when they were just caught, had been said almost once.

Of course they concealed some things, such as a hidden switch on the wrist armor that can activate the screen, which will display the life signals and locations of the companions, as well as the signals of the locator they placed. For example, their uniforms can also allow them to be invisible for a short time, move instantly... and so on.

If they are determined to deceive, by these, they can almost make the people of this world regard them as gods.

He pretended to look around casually, thinking that Tess and Is were hiding there—the patience of the dragon was much better now than before.

When people are on the verge of despair, they always try their best to seize any hope. People who are helpless are asking Alsey in different ways and ask questions they have asked.

But Arsey... and all the crew members who entered this world were not their saviors.

They may only be considered bystanders who cannot help themselves.

The question ended in a not-so-violent shock.

The entire hall fell into a dead silence after an involuntary scream.

They heard many escapees tell the same experience… they know what it means.

Outside the window, the rumbling sound of water and the desperate shouts became particularly clear.

"The water is at the edge of the city!"

Someone was screaming.

When someone panted open the door of the hall, he no longer needed to open his mouth to inform the city's rulers of the worst.

The flood had already hit the closed city gate and the solid city wall. The vibration just now did not affect the city wall. It supported it with the wave-like slap, but it could not prevent the water surface from rising rapidly.

Remdo seemed to sigh slightly and stood up.

"You all know what to do." His eyes swept over the few officials in the hall, "Go."

It seemed that he had already arranged everything. His subordinates saluted him silently and left quickly, while the priests could only turn their eyes to the little saint.

Atou bit his lip, and before she spoke, a figure stood in front of her.

That was Freya who had always taken care of her.

"The temple is the highest place in the city," she said. "And we have two boats."

The priests were clearly relieved.

"Mr. Moron has already arranged it." Freya continued calmly, "But, everyone, don't forget your identity. Even if we lose this city, the history and knowledge we have mastered cannot be lost. The library is ready, and I beg you to bring what you can bring, and then follow the guidance to a safe place."

Her behavior was actually an arbitrary. She was not the high priest - Moron. As the person closest to the saint, she did have a special identity, but she did not have the right to arrange everything in this way.

But Moron, the middle-aged woman who always closed her eyes slightly and stood aside, did not speak out, Remdo just looked quietly, and Ato... because she was too surprised, she didn't know what to say.

She struggled until everyone left and Freya turned around and picked her up.

"What are you doing?!" she scolded angrily, "We shouldn't leave the temple!"

"So," Freya responded lightly, "Do you want everyone to die here with you?"

"We don't know!...The goddess doesn't know..."

The little saint's rebuttal was more powerless.

"Maybe the goddess' eyes have no time to look at us at this moment." Freya said, handing Ado to the guard who usually carries her to the big man to travel.

The guard obviously knew where he should go. He took Atour and strode out the door without looking back.

Terry and Arsey looked at each other.

"Follow him." Freya held her hands and looked at them calmly, "Please protect her. I don't know where you came from, nor do you know if you are the messengers sent by the goddess... I don't beg you to save everyone, I just want you to protect a little girl... You can always do this, right?"

"...We will do our best." Arsey spoke.

Under normal circumstances, they can indeed protect a little girl. But now, she doesn't know whether they can really change anything.

They followed the guard, and several priests who were also protectors.

When they discovered that their direction was not in the prayer room, but outside the temple, Ator began to struggle even more intensely.

"You can go anywhere you want!" she shouted, "but I can't leave the temple! This is not allowed!"

However, those who once obeyed all her orders without hesitation turned a deaf ear to her refusal.

Arsey couldn't help but shake his head slightly.

She acknowledged their actions of taking Atour away, rather than letting her keep the temple to death, but this self-righteous and compulsory method was not suitable for Atour.

She is indeed a child, but she is also a saint. Such sudden and uncommunicative compulsive behavior will lead to her strong resistance.

They haven't figured out where her power comes from and how it works. If she really doesn't want to leave...
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