Chapter 317： Enter the underground palace (1/2)

On this day, Qin Feng was hanging out on the holy mountain as usual.

There are more than a dozen people behind him.

In fact, there were originally a team of hundreds of people following him, but he was really annoying, so he let these people streamline himself, and finally only left so many.

Except for the few teachers arranged for him by the Pope, the rest are masters selected by the various major legions of the Holy See, and they are also the personnel transferred to the guardian legions of the Saints under his command, which are regarded as his guards.

These guys are quite strong. They are basically the Golden Knights and above. There is even a Paladin and a Sword Saint of Light, serving as the commander of the Saint Child Guardian Legion.

Qin Feng allowed them to follow behind him, and the elderly bishops who were responsible for teaching him etiquette and the various rules of the Holy See had no longer chattering about him.

Because of so many days, Qin Feng basically regarded their words as deaf ears and turned a deaf ear to them. They said it was useless.

Even if they said what they said really bored Qin Feng, they would order these stubborn old men to copy their preaching and teaching their own rules, and let them know that they are the rules when doing things under their own command.

For this reason, the parchments copied by the old men who taught him the rules are already as high as one person.

No way, the parchment is too thick, and there are too many things they preach, copied hundreds of times, and of course there are many wasted parchments.

Qin Feng leisurely strolled from the guardian knights' station to the light knights' station not far away. He accepted the respect of all the knights and generals, and turned around in the station so that all the knights and attendants could see. After himself, Shi Shiran left here, and then walked to another cardinal's church not far away.

Now, all the church members on the holy mountain already know that the new saint son has a hobby of wandering.

Although there are many people who feel that this subordinate does not seem to be solemn, more people feel that the subordinate is approachable and willing to have more contact with ordinary congregations. On the contrary, most congregations are quite honored.

After all, the identity of the son is too bluffing. Everyone is not enough in their status and status, and they can't reach the son of the high morning. Now it is rare to meet a son who is willing to put down his body. Of course, I am happy for this.

So most people on the holy mountain did not dislike Qin Feng. As for the delay because of his arrival, it was nothing.

Whether a big person comes to their place of work on weekdays, they are not allowed to stand up and salute respectfully, plus a holy son is not too much.

was walking, Qin Feng suddenly saw an old man walking towards him.

That is an old priest.

Generally, he doesn’t care about old priests like this, because there are so many holy mountains.

However, the priest caught his attention.

Because he found that the priest was actually holding a book in his hands.

There is nothing in the book, but there are very few people holding books on the road to the holy mountain, and more importantly, the connection code that the priest Tucker told him is related to books.

”Farewell to Mianxia.”

The old pastor saw Qin Feng and a group of people walking towards him, hugged the book in his arms, and bowed respectfully.

”Get up, don't be polite.”

Qin Feng waved his hand and cast his gaze on the book in the hands of the old priest. After seeing the title of the book, he suddenly smiled and said, ”Is it diligent? You are still reading on the road?”

”Let Mianxia laugh.”

The old pastor bowed and said, ”My duty is to sort out the books of the Holy See. I deal with books all day long, so I develop the habit of reading books.”

”Oh, really?”

Qin Feng said with a smile: ”I also like reading on weekdays. Recently, I think the books brought by the teachers who taught me are too boring, so I might as well go to the holy mountain library to find some books that I want to read. Would you like to take me there?”

”It is an honor for me to play for the crown.”

The old priest would naturally not refuse, and hurriedly took Qin Feng to the holy mountain with the largest collection of books.

The people behind Qin Feng didn't care either.

They are all accustomed to Qin Feng’s nonsensical nature. This Saint-born child doesn’t have any tempers on weekdays, nor does he look high in the morning. Sometimes even if he meets a gardener who cares for flowers and plants on the Holy Mountain, he can talk to others. Chat for a long time, discussing how to raise flowers and plants better.

So at this moment, following the old priest in charge of the book collection to find interesting books, in their opinion, it is also normal.

Qin Feng followed the old pastor to the book-collecting hall. When he saw the rows of books, he flipped through a few books at random, then stuffed the books back in his hand impatiently, and said to the old pastor: ” You can help me find some interesting books, and I will take them back to read them slowly.”

”Follow orders, go down.”

The old priest quickly agreed.

He is basically taking care of all the books here, so he quickly picked a few books from the shelves and handed them back to Qin Feng respectfully.

Qin Feng picked it up and flipped through it, nodded in satisfaction, and instructed a golden knight behind him to put the book away, and he planned to go back and read it again.

After that, Qin Feng went to many places without any haste, and when it was late, he returned to the Palace of the Son on the top of the mountain.

After having a sumptuous dinner and instructing the attendants to go down, he returned to the bedroom and took the books over. After sweeping away his spiritual knowledge, he immediately recorded the history of the war between the Cult of Light and the Druids from one of them. An interlayer was found in the book cover.

stretched out the index finger of his right hand, a flash of golden light flashed from the fingertips and lightly swiped the cover, immediately cut a thin incision, and pulled out a thin sheet of paper from the inside.

After he had read everything on it, a holy flame appeared in his hand, burning the thin paper to ashes.

The next morning, when Qin Feng was eating breakfast, he ate a toothy thing from the butter bread.

That is a space ring.