Journey of the Legendary Wizard

Purgatory world, human area.

Holy City.

ghetto.

Barton walked on the road step by step, barefoot and wearing a linen full of holes.

People came and went on the street, hawkers were selling their goods, the coachman was swinging his whip, and the nobles were chatting and laughing with each other in the carriage.

The door of the shop next to the street opened, and bright yellow lights fell down, making everything seem like a huge dream.

The aroma of the food came out and kept drifting into Barton's nose.

"Guru." Barton couldn't help covering his stomach.

He was so hungry, really hungry.

It's a pity that Barton didn't even have a copper plate on him.

"Well... Damn it." Barton looked at the roast goose in the store, stuck out his tongue and licked his lips lightly.

He really wanted to rush in and grab the roast goose and devour it, but he couldn't and didn't dare.

Barton looked around, and finally, the gleam in his eyes dimmed.

Everything in this city is so prosperous, but unfortunately, everything in this prosperous does not belong to him, and has nothing to do with him.

He, Barton, is just a poor man in the slum who relies on his strength to make a living. He is very poor, he is very hungry, but there is nothing he can do.

A patrolling knight saw it and strode over, frowning coldly and yelling at him.

A respectful smile appeared on Patton's face, and he quickly bent down, ignoring the insulting words of the patrol knight, and just smiled flatteringly.

"Go away!" The patrol knight spat, then turned and left.

"Okay, I'll go now, I'll go right away!"

Barton nodded and bowed.

He stood up, straightened his body, and finally took a deep look at the bustling scene in front of him before turning around and walking into the slum.

The buildings in the slums are low and dilapidated,

The road was full of potholes, sewage was flowing, and there was an unspeakable strange smell in the air.

Compared with the outside, this is a completely different world.

Barton came back, and just after a few steps, a figure rushed over.

"Hummer?"

Barton was stunned for a while. He knew this person and was a good friend of his.

"Hey, Patton, come here, come here, I'll tell you a good thing."

Hume put his hand on Barton's shoulder and smiled.

He approached Barton, his voice was very low, and said: "Have you heard, recently in our slums, a noble mystic has come, and that adult is preaching something, and it is even said that he wants to teach us some great things. What's the matter!"

Hume's voice sounded very excited.

The noble mystic?

Awesome thing?

Barton was stunned. He was pulled by Humo and ran towards the front subconsciously.

Soon, the scene in front appeared. It was a high platform. On the high platform stood a handsome man in a white-gold robe. Below, there were many poor people looking at him frantically.

If Maureen was there, he would know who this man was. He was Jefferson who once cooperated with Maureen and let Maureen get the black energy of the dead.

Jefferson is dead.

Well, to be more precise, the man in front of him is the wizard who stole Jefferson's body, Larin.

He appeared in the ghetto.

Larin raised his arm, his face was very frenzied, as if he was shouting something, his voice echoed far away.

"Why do people outside have food and clothing? Why do people outside enjoy a comfortable life? Why do they have warm homes, beautiful wives, fireplaces burning with flames, exquisite riding boots, and perfumed Roast goose?"

"Why!!"

"Why them and not us?"

"No, those things should belong to us!"

"This world is unjust. Those people live so well, but we still suffer from suffering and poverty. This is unjust!"

"We're going out, we're going to take out what belongs to us!"

Larin shouted hoarsely.

The people around were dumbfounded, completely stunned.

After a little silence, these poor people suddenly became excited.

"Yes, yes, that's right!"

"Those things outside also belong to us!"

The poor looked frantic and shouted with red faces.

Barton stood blankly.

He thought of what he had just seen in the wealthy neighborhood outside.

Clean streets, bright shops, beautiful carriages, nobles who speak elegantly, and roast goose...

Yes, those things should also belong to him!

Barton swallowed, and at this moment, he felt a fire burst out of his heart.

"That's right, that's right, that's right!"

Barton raised his fist and shouted.

There were many poor people like him, and soon, all the poor people here gathered and shouted like crazy.

"Very good." Larin looked at this scene and nodded, with a hint of satisfaction on his face.

"The Holy Master is not here, and the entire human race will face the attack of the powerful Hessuoya half-snake. At this time, it is time for us to gather our strength and come to fish in troubled waters."

"I can't contact the nobles, because there are many strong people in the nobles, and it is a group of power that is difficult to grasp. Then, I have to rely on these poor people."

"Relying on these ignorant fools, I can also slowly accumulate strength, and when the time comes, come to seek benefits."

"Although these poor people have no strength at all, they are very fanatical, very easy to be deceived, and still very useful."

Larin looked at the poor people around him who were in a state of madness and confusion. He smiled and looked very holy and noble, but such thoughts flashed in his heart.

Yes, the situation is not easy now. There are alien attacks from the outside, and the Holy Master disappears from the inside. The other knights and nobles also have strange thoughts.

At this time, if they want to do something, no matter who they are, they will do it.

"The opportunity is really rare, but I finally seized it!"

A smile slowly appeared on Larin's face.

He looked at the crazy poor people around him again, and shouted, "This is unfair!"

…………

The carriage was rattling, and Claire was sitting on the carriage with his eyes closed, thinking about something.

He is a knight aristocrat of the Holy Sovereign Sect. For some time now, Maureen took Gray and the others outside, only Fei Lin and them and other Holy Sovereign aristocrats were there, so he has been very busy recently.

Everything was fine originally, but who would have thought that such a thing would happen.

The Lord has disappeared.

The Black Soya Snakemen are about to invade.

The carriage stopped suddenly.

"Huh..." Krell exhaled and planned to get out of the car and go home.

But he suddenly realized that something was wrong. This was not his home, but a remote noble villa.

Krell didn't speak. He stretched out his hand and quietly clenched the cross sword at his waist. The energy in his body kept running, and he could strike a thunderous strike at any time.

"Okay, Claire, come down."

A faint male voice suddenly rang.

Krel was startled, he was very familiar with this man's voice.

He thought about it, put down the cross sword, and walked out slowly.

"Atoya."

After getting off the carriage, as expected, Krel saw the familiar figure, Atoya, his companion who once fought to the death.

"Come in with me Claire." Atoya said, he was a middle-aged man with a scar on the corner of his eye, looking very fierce, but at this time his face showed sincerity.

Krel thought for a while, nodded, and followed Atoya to the noble villa in front of him.

There are many people in the villa, and Krel knows them. Like him, these people are all the knights and nobles of the Holy Lord.

Someone recognized Krel, nodded towards him, and said, "Okay, now that people are almost here, let's talk about the next plan."

"Yeah, it's time to think about doing something else."

Following their remarks, Krell was shocked to discover that these Holy Lord knights and nobles in front of them actually wanted to grab the position that belonged to the Holy Lord.

No, that's not the case. It's more accurate to say that the knights here are the knights who were loyal to the saints before, and the careerists among the knights of the Holy Lord.

"No, no, you..."

Krell's face was flushed, he panted heavily, and stood up all at once.

"Krel, you can't deny that this is indeed an opportunity, isn't it?" Atoya looked at Krel quietly.

Chance……

Holy Lord...

Knight Nobles...

Krel's body trembled instantly as if electrocuted.

After a long time, Krell opened his eyes again.

I must be crazy...

he thinks.

"You have a lot of things that are not very reliable, but I am different. I am in the Holy Palace and know a lot of things very well. Well, I will tell you."

Krell sat down on the chair again, he thought for a while, a gentle smile appeared on his face, and said, "Next, let's do this..."