Church

Logging back into "Throne" was both familiar and unfamiliar to William. Because the "Throne" world was still in the primitive era, no world-class event was triggered.

"Welcome to the throne world, lost traveler, I am Coronisius, the god of reincarnation and apocalypse."

As the light shifted before him, he had entered a huge and majestic ancient temple, the vicissitudes of history had even caused the huge rocks that made this temple to slowly weather and wear away, only the eternal and immortal god within it were no different from when the temple was built.

"Before your adventure begins, I would like to ask you a few questions."

William made a humble gesture of listening carefully, he did not want to provoke the God Coronisius who caused the apocalypse, even ten years after the game opened, the strongest players in the time he reborn were only just entering the path of mythology, and there was an infinite distance from the God.

Mundane, Extraordinary, Epic, Legendary, Mythical are the five orders in the game, each advancement must be like Hercules to complete a series of trial tasks to finally get promoted.

Without giving William more time for reverie, the Coronisius asked, "The old name is no longer meaningful, now what is your name?"

William did not hesitate to say the name that he once wanted to register, but was preempted: "My name is William Green."

"The old bloodline has been lost, what race do you belong to now?"

This William does not care, but humans can get an extra valuable talent skill point every time they advance, so he still chose human as last time.

"Is this what you look like?"

William looked at the very ordinary prefabricated appearance and made some slight modifications to process it into his familiar appearance.

When he confirmed, a burst of white light gradually engulfed his vision, and by the time he regained his normal perception again, he had arrived at one of the most important scenes in the game, the Village.

As a game of great scale, Thrones does not have a uniform birth point, but instead places every player who joins the game as a traveler who is rescued by the kind villager after passing out outside the Village.

The only thing players can be sure of is that they will be born in the country to which their race belongs, and not in another region. As for which of the thousands of villages they are born in, it is not up to them to decide.

Seeing this unfamiliar scene, William had a trance for a moment. His last entry into Thrones was, after all, several years ago, and many things were already blurred in his memory.

Putting away his complex emotions, William rose from the dimly lit house and opened the door to look out. Several small children who had been guarding the door saw the door to his room open a crack and immediately exclaimed and ran to report to their own adults.

"The Outlander is awake! The Outlander is awake!"

Already experienced a novice mission, and read many guides and analysis of William certainly will not stay in the house to endure the musty smell in the air, he directly pushed open the door of the room and walked out.

The barren village in front of him, the dirt was rammed and flattened into a road, the villagers mostly live in wooden houses, occasionally you can see one or two stone buildings.

William ignored the villagers on both sides or curious or guarded, he has not yet completed the novice mission series, the reputation in the human kingdom is still only neutral, wait until he completed the novice mission, they will become friendly.

He made his way north along the road and found a tall stone building at the northernmost point, whose exquisite architectural reliefs and colorful glass windows seemed out of place in the surroundings, and whose tall wooden door had a holy glow painted on it with a never-fading alchemical dye, as if it were a sun on high.

There is no doubt that this is a church of the sun run by the Coronal Church, which is dedicated to the great sun god Polenesius.

Pushing through the small door on the gate to enter the bright interior of the church, several interns who were sprinkling looked at this unexpected guest with surprise.

As members of the village, although they were usually busy with the offerings to Polenesius and had little contact with the outside world, it did not mean that they were ignorant of the village's affairs, so they recognized the outsider at a glance.

Although somewhat curious as to why this outsider, who did not carry any holy glory with him, had come to the church, they acted according to the norm.

One of them immediately put down the rag for wiping the tables and chairs and walked quickly to the room at the back of the hall to inform the priest of the news, while another one greeted William, asking nothing but saying to him in a gentle voice: "Welcome to the Coronation Church's Kahn village church, lost traveler, please rest here for a moment while I bring you thirst-quenching water and apples for your belly."

With an expression of gratitude and humility, William whispered, "Thank you for your kindness and generosity, reverend friar."

The intern did not correct the error in his words: he would only be called a friar if the internship was completed and the priest was satisfied with him and allowed him to stay on.

But who cares?

This little misunderstanding cheered him up a little, and when he brought William the apple, he quietly filled him with two pieces of pastry left over from communion.

According to church regulations, the pastry must not be wasted and must be shared by the congregation. However, in a small village, apparently no one would be that strict, and the pastry was usually given to the villagers and shared with the believers in the name of sharing the Lord's gift.

William put both the pastry and apples into his backpack, saving them for later consumption, drinking water and waiting for the priest's summons.

All novice village churches, the presiding officer must be a priest, rather than ordinary friar or more senior clergy.

He didn't have to wait long before the priest, dressed in white silk, followed the intern who had gone to him earlier and came out, looking around majestically and locking his eyes on William.

His eyes lit up slightly, if it was a new player would just take it as an illusion, but William knew he was casting the divinity of 'Primary Identification of Evil' to determine if he was a miscreant with bad intentions.

The good thing is that at this point William Smith's character, William Green, was still a blank sheet of paper and did not have any camp tendencies, so the priest didn't notice anything.

His face gentled a bit and his voice was grand as he asked, "Son, what propelled you to come to the Lord's church?"

William knew he had officially entered the process of triggering the mission, his face immediately became serious, and his voice respectfully replied, "I touched the majesty of the Lord at the time of my deathbed, and felt the Lord's benevolence, so I made a wish to convert to the great Polenesius if I could survive, and now I have come to fulfill my wish."