Karina shouted for the coachman to stop the carriage, lifted her skirt and jumped into the muddy roadside, picking up the muddy old man from the side of the dirty road.

The old man wiped a handful of muddy water from his face and smiled: "Hehe, it is worthy of the first generation of knowledge popes, people have been dead for thousands of years, and a broken wood used to roll parchment almost dismantled my old bones." ”

Karina dragged the old man back into the carriage and put away the parchment roll with a grunt. "I knew it would be like this, I should have continued to hide it from you if I knew it would have been!"

The old man spit out the mud from his mouth out of the car, took out a silk handkerchief to clean up the mud on his face, and apologized with a smile: "Don't be angry, don't be angry, I just want to see the condition of this thing and estimate the approximate price." ”

It's okay that he didn't explain, but when he did, Karina became even angrier.

"Teacher, what do you estimate? This is the holy relic of the first Pope, even if you keep it privately, as long as the Knowledge Church is not dissolved, who would dare to buy and sell it privately?"

The old man pouted unconvinced. "What's wrong with the holy relics, it's not like I haven't sold them. ”

Karina knew all too well about her teacher's stinky problems, and snorted coldly and pulled the wrinkles on his face.

"It's sold! A natural sequence seventh-order holy relic, the divine punishment on it makes you more than thirty years old, do you look like a fifty-year-old person this year? The skin on your face is wrinkled than a ninety-year-old person, and you still want to sell the holy relic of our knowledge church, and when you are careful to get rid of it, you will be directly turned into an idiot!"

The old man cheekily waved his hand. "That's all old things, you were only five years old, and you remember what you were doing so clearly. Anyway, it's much easier for you to have this thing, and if you use him to check Battelle Elon, you'll know why I'm not optimistic about the Farrell family. As for the quill, a Warcraft feather above level four should be enough. ”

The girl looked at her teacher with suspicion, but she took out a pitch-black quill and wrote the name of Battle Elon directly on the frontispiece of the parchment, without any ink.

When she finished writing, the pitch-black quill exploded like a punctured balloon, and black snow fell on the parchment roll like fine snow and slowly seeped in, and lines of faint ink appeared on the pale yellow paper.

Karina frowned, pursed her mouth and blew off the excess lint, squinting at the Spotted Sheep Scroll, struggling to make out the words in the large specks.

"Hmm, he's the ancestor of the Duchy of the North? Isn't that the same as exchanging territories with Fran? What kind of complete overthrow is that? Wait!The Gate of the Dead! Apollo, the first pope of the God of Light!What is the original sin bloodline?"

Karina's expression became more and more solemn, and she habitually put her thumb to her mouth and gnawed.

"Fran is one of the exits to the Gate of the Dead Country? The Grand Dukes of the Seven Duchies are all mixed demons? In order to suppress the Gate of the Dead Kingdom, the bloodlines of the Seven Duchies are absolutely not allowed to be killed?

What are you kidding! Demons are born to be professionals above the fourth order, and there are at least three orders for mixed blood, that Peter can't even beat ordinary people, how can he be a demon!"

The parchment scrolls were filled with a lot of dense text, but the faint inkblots were fading away.

Karina frowned dissatisfiedly, took out a quill from the ring again, and wrote Battle's name again and again, and in just ten minutes it was as many as five or six, and the old man's eyelids jumped when he saw it.

Karina...... Why don't I tell you, you use the feathers of a fourth-order black-tailed crow, and there aren't many of them in this thing......"

"Shut up!" Karina, whose face was gradually oozing sweat, tensed her little face, took out a black quill again, and wrote again without hesitation.

Karina...... This thing is so expensive, ten feathers cost five thousand gold gold, the key black-tailed crow is too difficult to catch, this thing is not easy to buy if you have money, do you want to save some money......"

Completely ignoring her master's thoughts, Karina pursed her lips and took out the eleventh quill, and after writing a few more strokes, the feather exploded, and along with the quill exploded, the old man's fragile mind.

"Card ...... Carrie ......"

"I see!" Karina let out a sigh of relief, spreading the scroll over her skirt.

"The bloodlines of the direct descendants of the Seven Duchies are mixed with the blood of seven types of demons: the Berserker Demon, the Lazy Demon, the Mammon Demon, the Demon Fly, the Succubus, the Snake Whale Demon, and the Fallen Angel. Each of these demons represents the most primitive desire, and the one who conquers the land of Faran is the one who is completely above desire.

Conquering the most extreme desires with the blood of sin is simply a man-made saint! No wonder! No wonder there will always be only seven principalities in this land, and there will be a war every five hundred years or so! To be able to think of such a way to suppress the Gate of the Dead Kingdom, Lord Apollo is truly worthy of being the strongest pope known as the 'Relic of the Holy Light'!"

The old man on the side looked at the down scattered all over the place with a painful heartache, and covered his heart a little uncomfortably.

"Hmm...... That's basically what it means, anyway, those who can become the rulers of this land can always only be the descendants of these seven principalities, Fran I defeated Elon, but he replaced 'rage' with 'pride', the order of Fran has never changed, compared to the change of royal power, ensuring that 'saints' can be born is the only mission of these seven principalities. ”

Karina nodded, and said thoughtfully: "Since Fran I unified this land, then the saint of the previous generation is that Fran I?

The old man bowed slightly, then shook his head again and sighed. "It's barely a death in battle, it's just a bit tricky to explain. Well, I'd better ask you a question first. Karina, what kind of existence do you think a saint is?"

Karina was stunned for a moment when she heard this, she really hadn't thought about it.

After recalling the books she had read, she recited the definition with some hesitation: "A saint is the beloved elect of the true God, often an ordinary person with a pure mind or a strong obsession, who can carry a divine power far beyond that of other human beings, and is the best carrier of God's descent......"

Carrying it to here was when she suddenly felt that something was wrong. "Wait, haven't the true gods come down for thousands of years? if there is no true god coming, then Fran I is just a third-order great knight, why should a third-order professional close the door to the dead country?"

The old man replied with a smile, "You have already said the answer. ”

"When did I say that...... Carrying divine power far beyond others??? isn't that so-called saint just a big divine power bomb!"