The headquarters of the Cult of Light is in Santas, the city of light, which is lavishly walled with white stone, and most of the smooth roads are paved with white stone, so that the city can glow like a glow in the night, which is very fitting for the name of the City of Light.

Some people also call it the Moonlit Night Girl.

Bards always love to sing about the wonders of the continent, from how many artifacts come to be, to how the most beautiful women are tender.

"The amorous girl sings softly to me,

The bone-eroding green silk wraps around my heart,

Intoxicating Santas,

Have you ever loved me,

How can you bear that I am in the company of the night and have nowhere to rest?"

There was no tall plaque at the entrance to the tavern, and even in the City of Light there was a place for shadows.

Under the shabby wooden signs, the people who come and go make the night here extra lively, and the sound of chanting is heard, and the male voice of Qingyue has a touching charm, and the sound of the strings flutters with laughter.

"One more, one more, Terry, I like your voice!"

The half-drunk mercenary applauded and cheered, He may not have understood the melodious melody of the tune, but he liked the feeling of the sound lingering in his ears.

"If you listen to it any longer, I won't like girls anymore. ”

"Haha, what should I do, your Millis is still waiting for you. ”

"Phew, who likes that fat!"

The mercenaries I knew laughed loudly, and some people even said cheaply: "What do you know, you have a taste when you are fat." ”

"Go, as long as you like this bite, it's really a heavy taste. ”

In the laughing tavern, there seemed to be no danger lurking at all, everyone was laughing to their heart's content, in this bright age, there was nothing to be afraid of, they had gods, and the gods of light were watching them.

"You bastards, holy water is not sprinkled for fun!" The tavernkeeper was heartbroken when he saw the drunken mercenaries take the holy water off the wine rack and splash it everywhere, he was going to deter the insects, that kind of thing, he loved parasitism the most.

"Alright, old Jack, isn't it just some holy water, everyone is happy, don't worry about it. The man who spoke took out a gold coin and stuffed it over, and looked at Old Jack muttering silently, then looked at everyone with a smile and said, "How good it is to be alive, every day is worth being happy to be alive." ”

"you, life is so difficult, what kind of mercenary are you still doing, wouldn't it be good to stay at home honestly?"

Old Jack was unmoved, this kind of disease-free moaning had to be heard several times a day, as if someone forced them to lick the blood from the knife, they could obviously choose a more stable life, since they chose danger, then don't moan and groan for danger.

The man smiled tolerantly, as if he didn't take this kind of scaring words to heart, and turned his head to look at the bard playing the strings, obviously he had come from a meal and slept in the open, but he could still maintain basic cleanliness, and he looked like a little white face, he must have been a guest of many noble ladies, how did he come to such a messy tavern.

Since the shadow of the insects faded, life seems to have returned to its original rhythm, and these professionals who can't be seen at critical moments have also appeared in their daily lives at this time, and I really don't know where they were at that time.

Well, in fact, they don't play a big role in the coalition forces, and the most people who can choose force go to become mercenaries, how can they be bards.

"Hasn't His Highness found the Son yet?" the man asked, as if unintentionally.

"Nope. Old Jack said wistfully, he didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, and a rag in his hand moved back and forth on the counter, as if there was always endless dust, or simply to exercise his arms.

"I've heard that there seems to be something under the crown...," the man asked tentatively.

Old Jack came to his senses, glared at him, and said, "I don't know anything about those things, you ask me what to do." ”

As he spoke, he saw a money bag handed over by the man, he didn't need to shake it, just looking at the extent of the bulging bag, he knew that there were a lot of things inside, and he quickly grabbed it, opened the knot and looked at a piece of golden light inside, weighed the weight, and his expression eased a lot.

"It's not just one Son, and there will definitely be a smooth transition. ”

In the Bright Age, any movement of the Cult of the Illuminati will be magnified and seen, just like the abdication of the Pope, which is even more concerning, who knows what kind of temper the next pope will be? The Cult of the Illuminati has not produced an iron-blooded pope.

"I still think that the original Holy Son is very good, to be able to be favored by the God of Light and bestowed with holy light, this is simply..."

In that kind of time when people's hearts are in turmoil, the existence of such a holy son is like a "born pope", I don't know how many people praise it like this, and I don't know how many people look forward to it like this, but it seems that his whereabouts have been no longer heard since he returned to the Holy See.

For a long time, I didn't hear about the Pope's abdication, and then I heard that he disappeared on the way back and has not been heard from since.

Others say that it was because of the importance of the God of Light that they brought him to the realm of the gods and obeyed orders in the palace of the gods.

Compared with such an untrue statement, the man believed that the Holy Son was damaged in the internal struggle of the Divine Cult, and he was born as a pope, such a name is too eye-catching, even the pope can't tolerate it.

Old Jack glared at him again, forbidding him to utter the word "born pope," which had been taboo since the disappearance of His Highness the Son.

Some also believe that this vanity inspired the ambitions of the conspirators to murder the Son, but because there is no tangible evidence, it is not done.

"Which of the remaining Holy Sons is more suitable?"

Except for this Holy Son, no Holy Son appeared in the eyes of the public, just as the news of the disappearance of the Holy Son was concealed at that time to stabilize people's hearts, and no Holy Son appeared after that, so as not to bring up the matter that was so hard to hide again.

Now, I don't want to mention it, the Pope is too old, he has heard the call of the God of Light, and he must choose a successor.

"Why just look at the Holy Son, the Cult of Light and the Holy Maiden. Old Jack suddenly said something like this.

The man looked at him dumbfounded, buttoned his ears exaggeratedly, and said, "What did you say, I heard you right, saint, can the Pope be a woman?"

Women's tenderness is always cherished by men, and in the same way, they always think that women will make mistakes for the sake of feelings, even if they are powerful women, they will be labeled with the same label by them, and they will not firmly believe in the fairness of the other party.

Old Jack saw that the other party was so resistant, but he didn't continue, and when he wiped the sackcloth, his eyelids drooped again.

"Hey, what the hell do you mean?" the man asked reluctantly.

Old Jack glanced at him, palms upward, the man hesitated for a moment, but still took out another money bag and handed it over, "You have to say something real, don't make those specious things, I don't have any money." ”

The weight of the money bag in the palm of his hand was about enough to satisfy Old Jack, and he smiled and said, "What I say is always true, but you must know that truth can also change." As he spoke, he began to talk in detail about the two most special of the current saints.

One is the princess of the deep sea mermaid clan, because she converted to the god of light, her existence has great symbolic significance, after the disappearance of the previous holy son, because it was inconvenient for other holy sons to come forward, she came out to do some things, especially to coordinate the relationship between the deep sea mermaid race and other races, and to take some people to purify the ocean, the benefits of this matter are still huge, most coastal cities still rely on the ocean to eat, because of this, many people will also call her the sea saint.

The other is the princess of the Lobito Empire, who entered the Divine Cult to survive after the failure of the palace struggle, and became a saint, because of her excellence in all aspects, she has the reputation of "Holy See Rose", and in the previous counteroffensive against the insects, she won the praise of the world for her military exploits, and she is a well-known practical combat school, and her reputation in the Holy See is very good.

Compared with other His Highnesses the Holy Son who are outside the "Born Pope", the excellence of these two holy women is impossible to ignore, so the position of the Pope may not be taken over by the Holy Son.

"I can hear such news, there must be such a rumor, there will be no wind for no reason, you know. Old Jack said this very sincerely, even if he is a news trader for many years, but he is already at the end, and even the news he knows, many people in the upper echelons must know.

"Don't worry, I don't want to do anything, I just want to make friends in advance, don't seek to be rich and expensive, at least I can get a little protection, and now the holy water is really getting more and more expensive. The man's last sentence was very heartfelt, and his breath seemed to have been accumulated in his chest for a long time.

"If you want to deceive the innocent saint, you must at least have a good skin. Old Jack pouted at the place where the bard was, and asked him to see where the gap was.

The man cried and touched his cheek, and said to himself: "Actually, it's okay, I'm not so bad, I'm more manly." ”

Lowering his head, he couldn't help but laugh at the smell of sweat that had not been bathed for many days from his collar, who could expect the mercenaries who had just come out of the jungle to be spotless?

"I love the light,

I love love,

The light enables me to walk freely in all where the light is,

Love makes my heart fly to the sky,

Infinitely close to the light.

Don't let me choose between light and love,

Without light I will drown in darkness,

Without love, I will die in the light..."

The bard is still singing, his voice is full of infinite expression, as if he is affectionately telling his past, a past slowly unfolding in the song, it may be a love, it may be a legend, it may be a history that does not know whether it is true or false.

Some people are laughing, some are dancing, some are drinking silently, and some are climbing over the railing to the upper floor, humming the same melody in their mouths.

“... ... Who can let me walk with the Light..."

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