Warhammer: Should I also sit on the Golden Throne?

0021 Oranios..... Or?

Zhou Yun rubbed his temples as he walked out from behind the church.

Agrippa saw Zhou Yun and nodded in greeting.

"Wizard, is your witchcraft finished?" Agrippa said to Zhou Yun with a smile.

Wizard...you're talking like Zhou Yun is some kind of blue thing.

Zhou Yun rolled his eyes in exasperation: "Who are you calling a wizard? Who are you calling a wizard?!"

"Your teachers all consider themselves inheritors of the wisdom of the ancient wizarding kings. Aren't you a wizard?" Agrippa laughed.

Zhou Yun wasn't surprised to hear that Lucretius was a "wizard."

Shortly after meeting Lucretius, he sensed psychic markings around him, realizing that his teacher was also a wild psychic.

However, Zhou Yun wasn't particularly worried that Lucretius was some kind of treacherous follower.

The reason is simple: although Mr. Tzeentch is an evil god, he still has restrictions on education, intelligence, and psychic abilities.

Under the wicked teacher, having strong spiritual abilities doesn't guarantee a reward, but lacking them will definitely result in punishment.

Lucretius's psychic power level,

To put it another way, if Zhou Yun had left such an obvious psionic imprint around him, Greyfax would definitely have let him experience the Inquisition's traditional craftsmanship.

Judging from Agrippa's words, Lucretius probably learned his psychic abilities from those excavated artifacts.

It was clumsy and unsystematic, rough and devoid of any aesthetic appeal, failing to even reach the lowest level of the Inquisition's rating of psionic skills; it was simply a ragtag bunch.

Even if the psionic power of these "earth dog-level" psionicists is very strong, it often has obvious flaws.

For example, they might be mentally unstable; casting spells might take time; they might only know how to throw bricks and use psionic energy to blast people; and most commonly, they have to shout out whatever psionic spell they're using.

Most of these psionicists are also very easy to deal with. The way they were dealt with on the Black Ship was to gag them, so that even if they had high-level psionic abilities of level 11 or above, they couldn't use them.

Being ranked alongside a lowly psionicist like Lucretius made Zhou Yun somewhat unhappy, and naturally he disliked the title of wizard.

"Oh, right."

Looking at Agrippa, Zhou Yun suddenly thought of something.

Do you know Oranios?

"Hmm?" Agrippa raised an eyebrow, seemingly surprised that Zhou Yun would mention that name. "You know him?"

"No, I just thought the name looked familiar." Zhou Yun shook his head.

Agrippa hesitated for a moment.

"Orlanios was the former bishop of this church, and he served in the church for many years."

"He participated as a soldier in the Connor Expedition to Illyria, and it was he who carried me back with a broken leg during that battle."

"And then? Where did he go?" Zhou Yun asked.

"After handing this church over to me, he left Macurag and is probably dead now," Agrippa waved his hand.

Zhou Yun almost immediately noticed the flaw in Agrippa's words.

Zhou Yun saw the name Oranios on the list of donors for the construction of the church, which was depicted in the mosaic.

This church has a long history, and it is by no means a recent development.

However, Agrippa said that Oranios was still alive... Was he lying?

Zhou Yun raised one eyebrow slightly; a simple telepathic telepathic trick confirmed that Agrippa was not lying.

That is, Oranios lied.

Could that Oranios really have lived from thousands of years ago? No, wait a minute.

Ollanius.....Oll, 欧尔.....

If Oranios is the person Zhou Yun is thinking of, then he has lived for far more than just a few thousand years.

Unfortunately, according to Agrippa, that person is no longer in Macurag.

What a pity.....

Zhou Yun shook his head, waved goodbye to Agrippa, and then walked towards the shelves in the corner of the church.

The girl named Diana was organizing the shelves here.

Although the bread was a bit pricey, Zhou Yun had to admit that the church's bread was delicious.

He planned to buy more so that Tita could try them.

And while you're at it, replace that damn fish sauce too.

Zhou Yun really suspected that the bottle of Tarasal fish sauce had been blessed by some kind of Nurgle.

"Give me six loaves of bread and a bottle of fish sauce," Zhou Yun said to Diana, bowing slightly.

Upon hearing this, Diana's eyes lit up immediately. She quickly took the bread and fish sauce that Zhou Yun wanted from the shelf and packed them up.

Zhou Yun was taking out his wallet when he suddenly paused.

He only had two skewers left, which was the allowance Tita had given him earlier. It wasn't enough to pay for bread and fish sauce.

All that was left was the silver dinar coin that Lucretius had given him.

Zhou Yun shook his head and took out a silver denar from his pocket.

"Keep the change." Zhou Yun held out his hand and handed the silver coin to Diana.

The child looks a little thinner than his peers, and his hair is a bit dry. Although he is healthy, he doesn't eat very well these days.

It's clear that Agrippa and his family were incredibly poor.

After all, there aren't necessarily more Catholics in Macurag than Flying Spaghetti Monsters—Zhou Yunzhen just saw a Flying Spaghetti Monster church in the temple district, and it's hard to imagine that this thing is still alive today.

Zhou Yun was confident that he would soon have enough money, so he didn't hesitate to spend the silver dinar—of course, if Tita found out, he would probably get scolded.

Diana's eyes widened as she watched the silver dinar coin shimmer faintly in the church candlelight.

Upon hearing Zhou Yun say that there was no need to look anymore, he let out a gasp and then solemnly accepted the silver coin from Zhou Yun's hand with both hands.

Zhou Yun couldn't help but laugh out loud at the little girl's reaction. One dinar was about the cost of three or four days' meals for an ordinary person. Although it wasn't a small amount of money, Diana's reaction was indeed a bit exaggerated.

Especially the way Diana looked at Zhou Yun at that moment,

That look in his eyes could almost be described as adoration...

+By the god of dinars...+

"...Hmm?" Zhou Yun seemed to hear Diana's voice.

But it didn't come from the material universe; it came from subspace.

Zhou Yun blinked, somewhat surprised to find that his psionic potential had actually increased slightly.

How could this be...?

Wait, could it be...?

Zhou Yun's eye twitched slightly.

He remembered that when he first awakened his imperial memories, he didn't gain any skills.

But just as he awakened his memories, he gained the absurd skill of "169 Love Quotes Every Roman Must Know."

This means that when he awakens his imperial memories, he is able to learn the emperor's skills.

He likely acquired the skill the first time, but he didn't realize it at the time.

He seems to be able to draw spiritual power from worship... or rather, faith.

For a moment, Zhou Yun didn't know whether to say that this skill's definition of faith was too broad, or that Diana's faith came too easily.

And this little girl... what the hell is this "God of Dinars"? What was she thinking?

It's a good thing this faith has been directed towards Zhou Yun, and it's a good thing this is in Macurag.

In other places, praying haphazardly can really attract trouble.

Zhou Yun walked out of the church carrying bread and fish sauce.

Outside the church, it was completely dark. The four full moons had reached their zenith, their bright light illuminating almost the entire pitch-black night sky, making the stars appear dim.

Only one star, hanging in the northwest, remained bright, watching Zhou Yun as he walked down the mountain and returned to the core area of ​​the temple district.

Just then, Zhou Yun suddenly saw a figure that he found quite familiar walking out of the Temple of Simeneta.

Upon seeing those iconic red leather shoes, Zhou Yun couldn't help but smile.

"Cicero, my dearest friend and family!"