(The fat man's sad Kavin, let me take a break, so post a story from three hundred years ago as an extra=.) =）

AE 1476, southwest of the pancontinent, Tallinn settlement

After the Futaba Moon, Tallinn has a long and hot summer day, and the autumn winds are picking up and the weather is slowly turning colder.

The constellation of the Witch Queen that shines in the midsummer night sky sinks below the horizon, symbolizing that the goddess of magic, Sylva, has withdrawn her gaze from the earth, and that the element of magic is no longer a selfless gift to the caster, it is a magical low tide in the back of the seasons, and of course, it is also the day of the annual town council of the Tallinn Gathering.

A thin mist shrouded Tallinn in the early morning, and a few rays of sunlight shone through the pale blue crystal glass, lazily sprinkling the council hall of the Sky Ring, and the once quiet egg-shaped building is now very noisy because of the meeting of the town council.

"Silence!"

The Supreme Speaker, Steve, sat alone on a high platform in the center of the hall, leaving only a vague figure of the councillor. Steve frowned and shouted a few times to the audience, quite impatient, without the indifference and elegance that the nobles advertised.

Even with Steve, the councillors were still on their own to discuss any topic you could imagine, without losing the face of the Speaker, and the loud noise in the halls of the Noble Council was like the winds howling day and night on the endless sea—believe me, both were equally maddening.

In fact, it's hard to ask all the councillors, including farmers, merchants, housewives, teachers, nobles, and so on, to be quiet, especially when most of them are famously talkative.

At the same time, we have reason to believe that if it weren't for the free lunch after the conference, the vast majority of people in the room would not have sat down to talk about these lethargic topics. At least Roger came for the fried veal steak at luncheon, and maybe a special seafood soup?

Roger shrunk in an inconspicuous corner, dozing off with one hand on his slightly rounded chin, with two big dark circles hanging on his slightly chubby face, coupled with a sleepy look, he looked overindulgent.

It's just that his eyes drifted to the stage from time to time, paying attention to the speaker's increasingly ugly face, Roger secretly calculated in his heart the possibility of Steve throwing a feather storm to the audience, "Should I stay away? ”

Representatives of all ethnic groups who had been invited to the meeting were vague about the poor discipline of the Tallinn Municipal Council. Che Guevara, the sword master who lives here, famously said in an interview with the Goblin Daily.

"It's impossible to participate in the Tallinn Parliament, it's impossible to participate in this life. Let me go to the meeting of the birdmen, I would rather fight with the merman's merman, the merman, at least kill them and the world can be cleaned. ”

In this regard, Roger said that he thinks it is true.

As noon approached, Roger was half-asleep and snoring, and the town council approved the student exchange agreement between the Tallinn Military Academy and the holy city of Kaya.

When the representatives of both sides were satisfied with the agreement, the chaotic meeting was also coming to an end. As has been the case in previous editions, one or two key topics will be discussed, followed by the much-anticipated luncheon.

"Then the next bill. After tossing all morning, even though there were a few strong people in Tallinn, Steve was still exhausted, and he just read the manuscript weakly.

"About the ...... of Mars Hmmm?expansion plan?!" As soon as the words fell, followed by a period of silence, Steve's momentum changed suddenly, and the previous decadence dissipated inexplicably, leaving only a faint coercion, and the golden vertical pupils stared at the Yu nobles in the audience like a falcon.

The space behind him fluctuated like a ripple of water, as if something was about to emerge, but it was forcibly suppressed by Steve, who just said almost word for word, "Start voting!"

At the same time, the hundred-page proposal was also projected onto the crystal screen in the hall, in addition to the detailed renovation plan, there is also an imaginary picture of completion.

The author depicts the magnificent picture of the expansion of the empty tower with skillful brushstrokes, and the newly renovated tower adopts a Gothic-like architectural style, and the top of the plate-shaped tower with the addition of a saucer constitutes the main building of the new empty tower, which reaches directly above the stratus clouds.

The houses under the tower are lined up one after another, highlighting the solemn painting style of the whole painting, that is, after the tower body is painted pink by someone's evil taste, it always makes people have an inexplicable sense of déjà vu.

Steve's deep voice echoed through the council halls, a magical echo. Even the least interested members of the council involuntarily stopped talking, and the hall was suddenly quiet and a pin drop could be heard.

When everyone heard Steve's words, the silence turned into a wave that swept through the hall! This time, Steve surprisingly did not stop the parliamentarians from talking, but sat on the Speaker's seat with a cloudy face.

In the huge council hall, there were waves of sound one after another. Those in the know are silent, those who promote it look secret, and those who are ignorant are dumbfounded. It's all just because of this proposal that almost challenges the three views.

"The empty tower should be eternal, and the sky should be the foundation of the world"

This is a proverb engraved on a bronze pillar in Antalya, which was included by the sages in the Yu religious scripture "Blue Revelation" as the opening chapter of the twelve prophecies.

Dating back to the Twilight Age of the Elven Court, and even earlier in the Dark Ages, the empty towers scattered across the continent have always been regarded by the Feather Clan as relics of the gods supporting the world, and have been endowed with many symbolic meanings, the most well-known being that the desecration of the empty tower is equivalent to the desecration of the gods themselves.

And the almost child's play of the empty tower expansion plan in this bill is undoubtedly stirring the nerves of the Yu people present, even if it is the Yu Clan who advocates openness and freedom, they will never allow such a thing to happen.

"Maybe someone will be burned at the stake after a long absence, right?" Roger thought as he lay on the table like a nobody, forgetting that he had submitted the bill.

Compared with the hustle and bustle of the audience, Stephen's silence on the high stage is particularly prominent. This silence fell in the eyes of those who care, and it was chewed out with a different meaning.

"Steve's attitude is ambiguous, at least to be neutral. No, since he allowed this bill to enter the resolution, maybe it means that his attitude has changed?" In fact, Stephen was just waiting for an up-and-coming bird, a group of up-and-coming birds who would never sit idly by and watch the holiness of the empty tower be defiled.

Steve didn't wait long, but in a moment, a dull voice rang out in the hall, "In the name of Ouranos, my lord, I ask that this bill and its drafters be investigated!

The voice was made by George, the representative of the Great Council of the Feather Temple, a Grey Feather priest known for his old-fashioned and uprightness.

I saw him get up, first bowed slightly to Steve, and then walked into the podium in the center of the hall with a solemn expression, holding the canon's tight hand, revealing his not calm heart.

George felt the gaze of the people around him, took a deep breath to calm his excited heart, and then looked up at Steve's gloomy face on the podium, and said in a deep voice: "As your Excellency knows, all matters concerning the empty tower must be voted on by the Grand Temple, and at least half of the priests agree to the resolution, and the oracle of Lord Bennis can be carried out, as has been the case for thousands of years. ”

Seeing Steve's nod, George continued, "Regardless of who submitted this motion to cross the Great Temple, its ultimate purpose must be to achieve the ulterior purpose by blaspheming the majesty of God!"

At the end, George's tone suddenly became excited, like a fanatic who has lost his mind, "So I beg your Excellency to allow our Great Temple to investigate this matter, and let our lord's thunder cleanse the heretics!"

Looking at George, who was making an impassioned speech on the floor, Roger secretly gave him a thumbs up.

"George is usually silent, and I really can't see it, this rammed actor's acting skills are good, but the old boy is quite good at adding drama to himself, will anyone be fooled if he acts so fake?" Roger sneered.

George, who was still on stage, naturally didn't know Roger's evaluation of his acting skills, and was still immersed in his role as a defender, looking at the Supreme Speaker with a sad and angry face.

Strangely, Steve, who had always been on the side of the Great Temple, did not make a decisive ruling at this time, but only meditated secretly as if weighing the pros and cons, and neither supported nor opposed George's statement.

Steve's hesitant and ambiguous attitude once again gave some of the nobles inexplicable confidence, and before the great nobleman Wilson could stop it, someone in the front row of nobles stood up to refute George's statement.

"Idiot!" Roger and Wilson thought at the same time, but Roger was more of a snickering joy in his heart that the plan had succeeded, "I didn't expect a fool to really jump out." ”

Roger added speechlessly in his heart, "I just want to try fishing law enforcement, and by the way, I just want to give Steve a reminder, I really didn't expect that there are people who feel good about themselves." ”

"The rotten is rotten with it, and paying tribute to the past is the greatest irony of the present. The little nobleman Kent stood up self-righteously, and said in a low tone, "The last era has long dissipated in history, and the era of change has arrived, why should we hold the dilapidated empty tower and let our footsteps stand still?"

Sid Kent of the Sid family, Steve looked at the unknown nobleman and muttered.

Kent's speech made the hall quiet again for a moment, and the next moment the sound opened the floodgates, as if the hall was puffing up the horn of a general attack, and the little nobles who had been secretly bribed by Wilson got up one after another, echoed Kent's speech, and began to expound their own "avant-garde" concept, in their mouths, the soil of faith has disappeared, and religion should usher in change.

"The transformation of the soul between life and death has been interpreted, and how unwise it is to hold on to the idea of liberation after death!"

"The glory of the past only stops people, it's time to abandon the past and pursue a new glory!"

Kane Smith and Pitt of the Kane family, Roger thought with a pout.

Wilson leaned back on his seat with a relieved face, and smiled as he watched these little nobles jump out one after another without the slightest intention of stopping.

As the head of the House of Elders of the Nobles, Wilson was Steve's coercive focus of care, and now he couldn't even wake up the idiots with a loud voice.

"Forget it, let's test the reaction of the Great Temple, and get rid of these stupid guys by the way. Wilson sipped the red wine in his glass and thought, "I really didn't expect that some idiots have developed over the years, although only such people can be controlled, but it seems that we should pay more attention in the future." ”

"The era of the gods has passed, and the sky will ......surely fall" Before the words fell, those present knew that this hot-blooded little nobleman was dead, and this scene was probably played here.

As everyone expected, the bright thunder accompanied by the roar came as promised, and landed on the noble seat, and for a while, the hall was silent.

"The farce is finally over", Roger muttered the words of God and got up, like every qualified mastermind behind the scenes, quietly left the scene in the noise of thunder, "If you don't go early to occupy a seat, you won't have a share in self-help"

One moment the air was still trembling under the electric light, and the next second, the thunder born out of thin air suddenly dissipated, as if it had never appeared, and the little nobleman who had just made a big fuss was left with only black residue, exuding a disgusting smell of burnt paste.

"Whoever blasphemes will end up in the land of profanity, which is their kingdom. ”

George took off his disguise, and he didn't look like he was angry and ruined. A pure white feather fluttered up and down around his fingertips, and the light on it faded from which the thunder had just come from.

George put away the white feathers, turned a blind eye to the rest of the trembling little nobles, turned to Steve and said reasonably, "My lord, I was in a hurry, but please forgive me for not tolerating any infringement of my lord's name, this is my principle. ”

Steve looked at the chaotic council hall and nodded, "That's it, catch three or two small fish and shrimp." ”

With that, he glanced at Wilson meaningfully. Noticing the gaze, Wilson smiled and raised his glass, saluting Steve, as if he had carved elegance into his bones. Steve shook his head, the gavel in his hand falling heavily.

"The empty tower expansion proposal will not be passed! This is the end of this meeting!"

.....................

The councillors cheered each other out, celebrating the holiness of the empty tower once again, and the huge ring of the sky suddenly emptied.

Wilson rubbed his glass and walked to the stage, looking up at the huge dome supported by a staggered and complex structure.

His gaze skimmed over the brilliant inscriptions, mosaics, and stone windows, and the vast mythological scene in the center of the vault, which depicted the majestic epic of Ouranos, the lord of the sky, leading the sages of the Feather Clan to defeat Kaos, the embodiment of Chaos, and finally fixed on the prophecy called 'first' at the edge of the dome.

"Let the wings cover the sky, my child. ”

Wilson whispered the words, and a milky white light surged from the unknowing, turning into a pair of holy wings that enveloped his body. Wilson's face was blurred against the gauzy mist, and a solemn melody seemed to echo through the hall.

If George had been here, the indifference would have vanished, a sight of the gods' response to pious prayers, and a sincere tribute to them, which had never been seen in the thousand years since the gods disappeared.

Wilson waved his hand to disperse the light around him, the original wine glass in his hand disappeared, and a pure white feather slowly fell on his palm, as if stretching like breathing, no different from George's.

"The moment of purity, the wings of God. Wilson clutched the white feather in his hand and whispered, "Even if the layout was completed in a hurry, even the holy relics left by Ouranos in the human world were brought over, and the belief in false gods is so deeply rooted in the hearts of the people..... Nauseating. ”

"The whole plan is crude, superficial, full of holes, and there is no beauty to speak of, why do some people still take the bait? think they are better suited to this position than I am? What is it that makes you swell to such an extent?"

"As our Lord has said, the day of judgment should come, but before that time has come to correct the plans of the past, and the way to salvation does not require fools. ”

"Bennis, do you want to defend your god? So-called colleagues, you will forgive me, right?"

"After all, it's for the highest exaltation we're after..... Justice!"

At the end of the words, the hand holding Bai Yu suddenly tightened, and the moment of purity shattered into countless particles of light, dissolving into the air. Wilson took out his handkerchief as usual, and wiped his hands carefully, as if he had been exposed to the most disgusting filth in the world.

"What is Lord Wilson doing on stage?" The two guards who stayed behind on duty were communicating as they guided the people out of the arena, and from their perspective, Wilson was just staring at the dome painting in a daze.

"Whatever you do, stand guard," said one of the older guards, frowning.

"Long-winded," the other guard replied, pouting. As soon as he turned his head, Wilson had already left the scene along the noble passage, and he could only turn Wilson's actions just now into the quirks of the big man and forget about it.