On Salande Island in early summer, flowers bloom, and the bluestone road leading to the distance is covered with colorful wildflowers, and beautiful butterflies fluttering from this bud to that bud are everywhere. Countless buzzing sounds can also be heard around your ears everywhere. It seems that it has returned to the spring of flowers,

The sky was blue, there were barely any clouds to be seen, and the wind blew over the fields of the basin, stirring the white weeds. Purple wind flowers, a yellow chrysanthemum leaf was swept up in the air by the wind, like a small boat floating in the current, along the sky like a transparent cover, across a faint white line,

The humid monsoon winds wafting from the ocean bring a pleasant temperature to the Salander Peninsula, with an occasional hint of coolness.

They can blow the flowers and green grass to their heart's content, instead of just shaking the branches a little like their brothers and sisters, the gentle spring breeze, and the wind brings a pleasant fragrance of flowers, like the beautiful white of the snow of the rolling mountains at the edge of the basin,

In order to celebrate the birth of the first prince of the empire, the romantic Salanders hung various colored ribbons on the branches of the towns along the way, and the early summer when the flowers were in full bloom added to the festive atmosphere.

The horse team of the Southern Governor Statúenko came to the city of St. Nicholas, where the headquarters of the temple was located, and a hundred cavalry guards were divided into two queues, and a large carriage pulled by eight horses was guarded in the middle, and the horse team walked slowly, the carriage carried a huge wooden box, which was so crunched that the ruts creaked, and it seemed that the weight was not light, and there were many passers-by along the way, and some people pointed at the wooden boxes, and there were also young girls' amorous eyes flashing hot on these black guards,

The fat man was wearing a black guard armor. Riding on an ordinary warhorse, mixed with the hundred guards behind the southern governor Statunenko, he walked slowly along the streets, and if no one looked closely, no one would notice the supreme of the empire.

He covered his face with his helmet. But that simple appearance still attracted the attention of several Salander girls in colorful clothes on the side of the road, and the fat man naturally turned back viciously, and several Salander girls pursed their lips and let out beautiful laughter, and ran away like flowers and butterflies

At the end of the road, an old man in the Great Sacrifice Robe of the Sky was already waiting.

He was about sixty years old, with a broad face, a majestic expression, and a full head of white hair, followed by several ordinary priests who were about thirty years old.

I saw a team of black horses coming slowly in the distance. The eyes of the old man in the sacrificial robe lit up, and he came towards him with several sacrifices

"Hello, honorable High Priest Timos!"

Statunko stopped his horse ten meters in front of the old man, who was clearly an acquaintance of the old priest. With his right hand on his chest, he nodded slightly to the old man on the horse with the etiquette of the Sky Holy Sect,

"Good day, Lord Governor!"

The old man's face was stunned, and he hurriedly replied with a respectful look to the imperial governor of Salander. He knew how powerful the Governor was in Saland, and although the Temple was the spiritual leader of the Salanders, he was in front of the Imperial Governor. It's just a bright surface,

"This is the statue of the prophet we found in the underground palace of Ulanmuto!" Statunko raised his horsewhip and pointed at the wooden box, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said slowly with a kind face, "Your Majesty said that since it is a holy relic of the prophet, of course it will be returned to the temple for disposal! I sent it to you without stopping, more than 300 miles of mountain road, I spent a full 3 days, this favor, the elder remembers to return it to me when the time comes!" "Of course, of course! This kindness of the Governor will be remembered by me." The old priest nodded hurriedly, and his hot gaze crossed Statunko, and shot directly at the huge wooden box in the middle of the horse team, his eyes were almost attached to the wooden box, "This ......!" the old man looked disillusioned, and said in surprise, "Is this the statue of the prophet that was found? What a surprise! If it weren't for the Governor, I'm afraid that no one would be able to pull such a heavy thing from the southern Black Forest here!" "It's a little too big!" Stattooent turned his head to look at it, and smiled at the corner of his mouth. But since it is His Majesty's order, it will be done no matter how difficult it is!......" Statunko's voice stopped, wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead with his right hand, and said tiredly, "I have brought so many people here, it seems that it is a little difficult to let you transport them back directly, it is better to let my people help, it's just that everyone has been on the road for a few days, and the temple won't even have a place to rest and rest!" "This ......" The high priest of Timos looked ugly, the baptism of the Holy Maiden was approaching, and the presbyterians thought that the eyes of the empire should still be in Normandy, but the arrival of this governor undoubtedly made the original plan give birth to all kinds of variables, "What, is there a problem?" Statunko didn't let him think too much, and snorted murderously on his horse

"How is that possible! The baptism of the new saint is approaching, and the presence of the Governor is already a rare grace!"

But one only has to look at the extermination war in the Black Forest to see how wrong this is,

This imperial governor has a heavy army in his hands, and he can sit firmly in the seat of the first boss of the military in the Falcon Empire, which is founded by the military, how can he be an ordinary ordinary person, this is the real power figure who covers the sky in Salander, killing people without blinking, and a ruthless character who can decide the life and death of countless people with one word,

And this time it was sent by him personally, which undoubtedly made the old man feel a lot of pressure.

His face was full of solemnity, and while leading the way in front, he hurriedly whispered a few words in the ear of an ordinary priest next to him,

The priest turned away when no one was looking.

Statunko saw it clearly behind him, his eyes rolled, and he just wanted to send someone to follow, but the corner of his eye saw the fat man shaking his head at him, Statunko could only give up, his face was calm, and he didn't seem to see anything, but he stupidly followed behind the high priest of Timos, and came to the stone road leading to the temple in the back mountain of the city,

In front of him is a huge raised hill, at the top of the hill, you can vaguely see a dense complex of buildings, although dilapidated, but under the blue sky and blue shadow, there is an impulse to worship, "This is the holy place that your religion has just moved into!" Statunko looked at the buildings on the top of the mountain, his mouth opened, and he asked the high priest of Timos, who led the way in front, with a look of surprise, whether this so-called holy place was too dilapidated!"

High Priest Timos's face flushed, and he replied with some embarrassment, "Your Excellency may have heard that the Sacrificial Council of Elders only decided to move the temple headquarters from the temporary seat of Vic to St. Nicholas at this year's Winter Veil Festival.

Because of the tight schedule, the so-called St. Nicholas is a medium-sized city in the middle of the island of Salander, named after the city located at the foot of Mount Nicholas, where the Sky Prophet Ferran preached the teachings of the sky, so it was named after the Holy Land."

"Why did it become what it is now, if it is a holy place?" asked Statun, who retracted his light from a distance

The High Priest of Timos shook his head with emotion

"We don't know, even the scriptures don't record the reason, but for some unknown reason, after the departure of the great prophet Phelan, the Holy Church suddenly decided to close all the temples on St. Nicholas Hill and move its headquarters to the prosperous southern part of the island,

"It's really sad to say! If you hadn't moved out of the Holy Land at the beginning, or if there would not have been an imbalance between the north and the south, Your Excellency has also seen that now that the Holy Land has reopened, hundreds of years of wind and rain have already turned the original magnificent temple into ruins, which makes people look really sad!"

"I see, it's a pity!" Statunko sighed with emotion,

All the way up the waddling mountain path, the road is still tall weeds, the carriage squeezes the granite cracked pavement, you can still see a lot of traces of history, and all kinds of broken statues of the Sky Holy Sect can be seen from time to time next to the overgrown mountain road,

Some stonemasons knocked and beat on the stones on the side of the road, and there was a smell of lime choking, "Who are these craftsmen?" Statunko's eyebrows frowned slightly, and his face suddenly stopped with a grim look "The temple is old and needs to be repaired, and the ceremony of the new saint is imminent, these roads also need to be repaired!" Or are you going to canonize the new saint from the empire!"

Sure enough, the cold voice of the governor of the southern part of the empire came from the rear, and in an instant, it was like turning from midsummer to cold winter...... No, it's just a ritual!" High Priest Timos explained in a trembling voice, "According to the tradition of our Sky Holy Sect, the Holy Maiden first needs to go through a ceremony to determine her qualifications for the election, so it is only a recognition ceremony."

"It turned out to be just a selection ceremony!" Statunko's cold face warmed slightly, and he snorted, "I hope so, otherwise, you should know that Your Majesty attaches great importance to this matter, and that kind of consequences is not what you want to see!" "Of course, of course!" The high priest of Timos wiped the sweat from his head with his white sacrificial robe, and nodded violently like a chicken, "No matter how bold we are, we don't dare to hide the Empire's secret canonization of a saint!" (To be continued.) )