He drew out the knight sword and looked at Luo Zhen carefully. The knight named Cole was about the same strength as him. They were all baptized trainee knights, but he was silently manipulated and killed himself directly.

"Wow..."

As the knight chanted, several figures appeared in the monastery. In addition to more than a dozen monks, there was also a priest.

"Forget it, don't play with you, just go to **** to find Satan to report."

The bored Luo Zhen snapped his fingers, and in the wide-open eyes of the monks, the void trembled behind his back, and sixteen mysterious weapons appeared in the void of water.

"Goodbye, little guys from the church."

Waved at them, knives, guns, swords and halberds were launched like missiles, and they ejected more quickly than human eyes could see. In a blast, these people didn't even scream, just and Together with the monastery behind, it was blown into ruins by the treasure.

Luo Zhen does not hate the church. If he is on his side, no matter how dark and evil it is, or cruel exploitation, he doesn’t care, but if he is hostile to him, even if the other party really has a spirit of sacrifice and loves the people. The organization that spreads the glory and love of the Lord, he will also eliminate it in cold blood.

Rozen Scarlet Brenstad, he is the king under the red moon, there is no good and no evil. He looks at everything in the world from the perspective of self.

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A vast field of wheat appeared in sight, golden wheat ears dancing with the wind, like a wolf running, Luo Zhen came to the mouth of the village and town, looked at the wheat field that had been harvested, and smiled lightly. : "Then the memorial service is about to begin, right?"

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After walking past the destroyed monastery, Luo Zhen drove a carriage slowly along the road, and it didn't take long for him to find the village.

Unlike the village that lives in the deep mountains, this place seems to be much richer. Many children ran into the harvested wheat fields and laughed and laughed far away.

It is said that it is the entrance of the village. In fact, there is no such thing as a ‘door’. Walking through this **** and coming to the trail near the wheat field, it means that you have entered the village.

Some elderly people who have nothing to do are sitting here, and they can be regarded as making the last contribution to the village. If they find something, they can ring the big bell hanging on the side of the tree to notify the people in the village.

After seeing Luo Zhen's carriage, several old people thought they were the same as the frequent traveling merchants and didn't care, but when they got closer, seeing the luxury of the carriage and the people driving, these old people suddenly panicked.

Luo Zhen removed the kimono and the costume of the Onmyoji from the Yamato period, and put on the ceremonial costume of the battle. This pure white dress made by Luo Zhen himself and fused with the Four Great Laws is similar to European aristocratic clothes. When it comes to gorgeous details, the clothes made by ordinary people cannot be compared with it.

In addition, even with a gentle smile, he is still arrogant and noble, as long as a person sees him, he knows that he is not related to the word civilian.

"Master noble, is there anything for you to come to our small village? If you have any difficulties, we will do our best to help you."

After an old man hesitated for a moment, he looked at Luo Zhen who had stopped the carriage, and cautiously leaned over, said with a smile on his face full of folds.

"I like those special customs. I heard that your village will have a special celebration after the harvest? I came here to see this celebration."

Luo Zhen glanced at him, raised his head arrogantly, and said arrogantly like most people think of a nobleman.

However, this kind of arrogance can save a lot of trouble. The old man’s waist has become deeper, for fear that he accidentally angered the existence of this great nobleman. This kind of nobleman killed himself, even the church. You can only open one eye and close one eye when you can't see it.

"That...Master, because of the rules passed down in our village, celebrations generally don't allow outsiders to participate..."

He spoke carefully, and kept secretly looking at Luo Zhen's expression.

Of course, the celebration cannot be seen by outsiders, because they compare the wheat ears to wolves. That celebration can be said to be dedicated to the **** of harvest. This is like a heresy in Christianity. If anyone accidentally stabbed them out the next day It is normal for the entire village to be killed by the Templars and the people of the Inquisition.

"is it……"

Luo Zhen was non-committal. He waved his horse whip and scared the old man. He slowly sang the carriage and continued walking into the village, "...The lord here is Earl Aarondo? Even if it's him, he doesn't dare to talk to me. Talk like that."

A cold glance at the old man made him shiver. He didn't dare to stop Luo Zhen, so he could only let him go to the village.

Before killing the knight, Luo Zhen read his memory and became clear about everything nearby.

"There are wolves~~There are wolves~~"

"Look, the wolf is lying there!! Hahaha, who will catch the wolf in the end?"

Entering the core area of ​​the village, it suddenly became lively. Many people laughed like they had drunk too much, and even Luo did not notice for a while.

"This is the last bunch! Be careful, don't cut your head too much, if you are too greedy, you will let Helo run away!"

The middle-aged man shouted, commanding the young man with his own experience.

"Wow!!! I caught a wolf!!!"

A man suddenly raised the wheat in his hand, and yelled at the sky like a wolf.

"Hiro! Hiro! Hiro! Hiro has appeared, Hiro has appeared, grab it quickly, don't let it run away!"

The wolf is the incarnation of the **** of harvest. It is said that the **** of harvest is hidden in the last cut wheat. Luo Zhen is interesting watching people running in the wheat field, and many villagers behind are chasing him loudly and loudly.

Gradually his gaze was placed in this wheat field. Luo Zhen's eyes were deep and invisible, and he crossed the barriers of gods and beliefs. In this piece of ordinary wheat, he saw a naked person who was watching with fun. The villagers cheered the joyful girl.

As if feeling the gaze of her gaze, the girl quickly turned her head to look at Luo Zhen, but by coincidence, Luo Zhen turned her head and looked away at this time, making the girl a little confused for a while, I don’t know just now. Is it an illusion or something?

It is said that the **** of harvest, Heluo, will be possessed by the last person to cut the wheat. Others must catch it so that Heluo will continue to stay here for the next year to bless the harvest.

At this time, someone finally discovered Luo Zhen, an outsider. Usually, there will be some traveling merchants here. They will drive the outsiders out of the village every time they come to memorial service after the harvest. No one dared to step forward at all.

At this time, the village chief also received a notification from the old man at the door. He carefully came to Luo Zhen's vicinity and didn't know what to do for a while.

People in this era are very superstitious. They don’t want to give up the sacrifices and fear that there will be no harvest next year, but the sacrifices cannot be seen by outsiders, otherwise they will be found by the church. Under these two difficulties, the lively villages a while ago are all It was quiet.

"Interesting memorial..."

Luo Zhen was sitting on the carriage, his gaze swept across these farmers, everyone who was swept by his sight felt like a light on their backs, each one was silent, even those farmers who looked very strong were all shivering. Trembling.

"Hero? God of Harvest?"

After taking a deep look at the village head, Luo Zhen suddenly smiled and said: "...In the realm of the church, you can only believe in God! You actually believe in heretical gods. It is not easy to be discovered by the church for so many years. It."

"Big...sir..."

The village chief shuddered, crying in his words.

"However, I can't feel your sincerity."

Luo Zhen’s eyes were placed on the villager who is now regarded as "He Luo". He was not religious at all. He had only a wry smile on his face, as if he was very reluctant to this memorial. "...Your memorial is more like You don’t believe in the **** of harvest at all for the customs that have been passed down."

"Yes, yes!"

When the village chief heard Luo Zhen’s words, he nodded hurriedly, "...These are just the customs that have been passed down by our ancestors, and it is hard for us to change. We dare not believe in heretical gods. We only believe in the supreme Lord. Please let the adults discern. !"

"Oh?"

Luo Zhen suddenly laughed, laughing very happy, "...It's really boring, if that's the case, then I don't seem to see any interesting memorial here."

Luo Zhen, who said that, with a sigh of relief from the village chief, pulled the reins of the carriage, turned the horse's head in one direction, and prepared to leave here.

"By the way, Mr. Village Chief...because of what you said before, maybe from next year, there will be no more protection from the **** of harvest here. If the harvest is not good, don't blame the gods."