苍狼之灵

Chapter one hundred and four: The Poor Dagger in the Picture

Do you seem to be in a bad mood today? "Jedi pushed Warren, who had a gloomy expression, gently up the small wooden bridge where the two had been attacked before.

He has been gloomy since the incident, and recently he has become even more gloomy. He often locks himself in his bedroom and talks to himself, or else he screams hysterically. The nearby residents have long spread the news, so those who see him dare not say hello and instead turn away from him.

This place is very secluded, with occasional passersby passing by. However, with the gathering of war clouds, Batiste has become much more depressed, and this metropolis, which mainly relies on commercial prosperity, has become quiet. Even the once bustling city center has been neglected, let alone the suburbs.

The only one who is relatively busy is probably Du Wei.

His factory is working day and night to manufacture various logistical equipment needed for war machines. At the same time, arrange manpower to transport various weapons and equipment from the Dream Forest, and then transport them to the front line through the official transportation of the Principality. For safety reasons, he hires followers of the Dage Shinto religion. This also provided a stable income for the followers of the Darjee religion during this bleak season.

In addition, he was also responsible for the sales of various shops, as trade between countries was cut off due to the war. The prices of goods imported from other countries and Norman specialties exported through the secret transportation channels opened up by the followers of the Dagestan religion have skyrocketed, and he is making a fortune from the national crisis.

However, as these goods mainly rely on the Dagestan religion, a considerable amount of money has been allocated to the funding of the Dagestan religion. This religion, which used to have only one drunken elder and a few followers in the entire Baptiste, is now rejuvenating its youthful vitality.

Warren looked at the wooden bridge with a myriad of emotions in his heart, and gently patted Jedi's hand. Sigh, only you are willing to accompany me often now. My leg broke, and from the moment it broke, I felt like I was abandoned by the whole world. Looking at everything now, I am like an observer

Doing something in the Temple of Light may pass the time and relieve the loneliness in my heart, "said Jedi.

Yeah, good idea. Warren chuckled dryly.

The car stopped by the bridge, and Warren leaned forward. Support the railing and gaze at the clear flowing water. This is near the river, with smooth flowing water. Occasionally, one can only see a gentle ripple, the water level like a mirror.

You seem particularly frustrated today. Do you have anything on your mind

When Jedi arrived at the General's mansion, he once saw the Wind Mage. He also recognized the old man. When he stormed into President Gibson's house angrily, it was the old man who stood in the corridor in the rainstorm and thunder, with his long beard floating like a fairy. As a result, he only showed one hand and was scared to flee in panic.

What's on my mind? I just want to know something

Under the calm water surface, there are emerald green aquatic plants. There are moon white fish swimming in the water grass, and Warren looked at the fish playing in the water grass and said softly, "But... you know what, Jedi, even if I convert to the embrace of the Lord God, he can't tell me the answer.

I once prayed to the Almighty God. But he didn't answer. Abraham told me under his coronation, 'The Almighty Lord God has many things to tell us, but we cannot comprehend them yet.'-"

Warren is like a melancholic poet. After reciting, he angrily patted the railing and said, "When will I know? When will I suddenly realize? The demon wolf that hurt me will never be discovered again, let alone the one behind it.