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Greece, Athens, the Outer Places - the Sanctuary.

The drum tower of the central arena rang dullly, and the bells rippled in the sky one after another, spreading throughout this sacred land, the Zodiac, the Pallas School, the Grand Theater grounds, the people in training stopped to look back, and the proud sons of heaven in their studies also stopped their work and listened to the bells that had not been ringed for hundreds of years.

A large crowd of people had gathered in the vast central square, most of them were warriors in fighting uniforms, the hope for the future of the Sanctuary, at the circular staircase, ten steps to one person, five steps to one post, guards in heavy armor holding sharp blades, erected owl flags, fluttering in the breeze, row by row, piece by piece, around the square around.

On today's occasion, the array of soldiers was majestic, and the grand assembly seemed to be about to begin.

The dull and ancient horn sound of "Buzz ......" sounded from all around, adding a bit of vicissitudes to this ancient land.

The important figures on the stairs gradually surfaced with the sound of bells and drums, white cloaks added to their holiness, black ribbons reflected their majesty, and golden tassels revealed their noble status.

Pope Shi stood majestically in the center of the highest place, one step lower was the chief of staff of the Sanctuary Osama and the Pope's own brother, the owner of the astrological tower, the chief priest of the Priest Archae, and the other great magnate Templar Grand Master Antonio stood under the stairs with his sword, in front of the guard, he represented the sword of the Sanctuary.

The sound of bells and drums, musical etiquette, sonorous and powerful sounds accompanied by the sound of killing footsteps, a group of knights walked forward along the circular staircase. The Pope, who had been silent for a long time on the high stage, finally made a move, he reached out and pressed down, the music around him stopped abruptly, and the entire arena was so quiet that even the sound of breathing became indistinct.

At the back of the crowd, on some of the large stone pillars that were carried, there was a row of glittering gold, the first one from the left was Garon, this once arrogant little puppet child has grown up, his figure and appearance are similar to his brother, if it is not a familiar person, he would not be able to recognize who these two brothers are at all, but the temperament is less calm and elegant, and more arrogant and evil.

Sitting in the middle, Zaga was dressed in a simple training suit, and his gray-brown outfit looked dusty in the crowd, and at this moment, he was watching the speech of His Majesty the Pope on the stairs, or the oath, announcing the ownership of the next crown.

Abrodi on the right, he sat quietly, looking at the charming figure around him with beautiful eyes.

On the far right is Dismask, the eldest disciple of His Majesty the Pope, at this moment, he is not interested, and he has no interest in this sentence, at this time, he is lying on his head with his hands on his back to the sky and basking in the sun, and he does not take this grand occasion to heart at all, to be honest, he hates today's lively occasion a little, maybe the protagonist is his words are the right rhythm.

"Brother, do you see, Aiolos has been awarded the title of Pope's heir, it belongs to you, but unfortunately, there is no shortage of thieves in this world!" Garon said with a disdainful expression as he spat out the long grass in his mouth.

"Yes, Zaga, you and Dismask have both acted as the backs of the "Golden Arrow", it seems that this position has always belonged to us..."Abrody looked at Aiolos who swore an oath in the glory of the goddess with a sword in hand, his black noble dress, somehow, it was so dazzling.

"Okay, Abu Garon is not sensible, don't you still know what's going on, this is supposed to be a fair and just showdown, you see Dismask, isn't there no complaint at all..."

"Purr..." came a snoring sound from the far right, as if in response to Zachar's words.

Sachar's face was stunned, and his sapphire eyes couldn't help blinking, to their realm, the only three major golds in the Holy Realm that broke through the seventh sense, it was impossible for Dis Musk not to hear their conversation, this disciple of the Pope, was escaping from reality, or was making a silent protest.

Saga glanced at Dismask, who was pretending to be asleep, and said with a sassy smile, "The tolerance of the Aegean Sea always resonates with me, let's go, let's go see the sea." ”

On the high level, under the helmet of the golden owl, a pair of aging and godly eyes took everything in the audience into his eyes, and at this moment, he smiled at the priest next to him, Alex, and said, "See, how can such a little heart contain the entire holy domain, you say, my sacrificial elder." ”

Alex looked at the four figures that were disappearing in the distance and the ritual that had not yet ended, his eyelids couldn't help jumping, and he showed a smile that was more ugly than crying, and said, "They may be... If you want to go out and make it easier, okay, I'll go and have a look.... ”

"Hmph—" The Pope snorted, regained his silence, and stood there majestically, receiving the admiration of all people.

Alex walked down like a rat crossing the street, and the ceremony of conferring was nearing the end, this time in the Arena of the Sanctuary, which was also announced in the Sanctuary who would be the future heir of the Pope.

As the bell rang, the ceremony was completely over, and the crowd walked away in groups, talking and laughing, but looking at Aiolos's gaze was even more awe-inspiring.

Grand Commander Antonio, who had removed the guards, walked towards the Zodiac as usual, the most authoritative and sacred place in the Sanctuary, where ordinary warriors rarely came, only this time, the road to the Papal Palace was not quiet.

Beneath the ancient bell tower, a black figure blocked the knight's path.

"Lord Aiolos, is there anything to teach?" Antonio felt a little uneasy looking at the hottest guy in the Sanctuary who had just been named the first heir of the Pope, and was currently the hottest in the Sanctuary.

"You know, Lord Knight Antonio, my childhood dream was to be a knight. Aiolus turned his back to the other and spoke lightly admiring the knight, but he did not give the knight the respect he deserved.

Antonio's face was dark, how to say that he was also a warrior of the older generation in the Sanctuary, and his status was second only to Chief of Staff Osama and Chief Priest Alex, but today he lost due respect in front of the juniors, he formulaic, and said in a tone that did not contain any emotion, "You are already the Holy Knight of the Sanctuary, Lord Aiolos!"

The change from the title of "Lord" to "Your Excellency" shows Antonio's dissatisfaction with Aeolos.

"I'm talking about the Templars, justice, sacrifice, justice, and its three dogmas have always been my life's goal. Pledge allegiance to Her Highness, follow and fight for her until she returns to dust..."Aeolos turned slightly, his words as slow and graceful as he turned.

Hearing this, Antonio's eyes couldn't help but light up, and a smile appeared on his gloomy face, "It turns out that Lord Aiolos also has a knight's heart of fairness and justice. ”

"Yes, every knight has a fair and righteous heart, I believe that when I was in Japan, some people also saw that when the "Golden Arrow" rushed up, the ghost flame had already covered the body of the "Great Snake", and I belonged to the last "god" killer..."

Aiolos walked down the stairs gently, his tone soothing but piercing: "The knight's sword is drawn for the goddess, for justice, for justice, to keep the oath, to praise the gods, to be loyal to the goddess, to follow and fight for her until it falls to dust..."

Aiolos's figure coincided with Antonio's stiff figure, and the man whispered softly in the knight's ear, "I wonder if the defiled sword that represents justice can still stand in front of the grave after returning to dust, proclaiming the hero's righteous life!"

The whisper was like a thunderbolt flashing in the clear sky, shaking the knight's heart that obeyed the "way of the heart"...