The time came three months later. In the blink of an eye, it was the dark moon of AE 1806, and it was the middle of winter.

The first snow of winter, wrapped in the bitter cold wind, lazily drifted into the holy city of Kaya, a thin layer spread on the solemn religious buildings, and in a matter of moments, it was a holy white stain of Kaya, the most prestigious religious hub on the continent. At the call of the pastor of the church, the faithful who were fortunate enough to live here went out of their homes and braved the snow to clear the slippery snow from the roads of the Holy City so that Richelieu's carriage procession could pass smoothly.

Cardinal Richelieu was dozing off in his chair covered with the soft fur of the snow beast, and the stone roads of the Holy City must have been repaired, and the potholes of the pavement made Richelieu's body rise and fall with the bumps of the carriage. The convoy had just returned from the Orc Legation in the Great Rift Valley, and dealing with the barbarians who only knew their fists was very tiring for the elderly Bishop, especially the unspeakable smell of these fellows was unbearable for the pampered Richelieu, so that he left the invitation in a hurry without respecting the etiquette.

Compared with the winter of previous years, the cold wind blowing from the north this year was obviously weaker, and it was not until the fourteenth day of the dark moon that such a decent snowflake fell, and the scattered snow in the past few days had no use except to make Kaya's roads muddy, and this sudden heavy snow was undoubtedly what Cardinal Richelieu, who was in charge of handling the daily affairs of the Holy City, was looking forward to, and thanks to the almighty god as usual, the Feather Fall Festival celebration, which had been prepared since the beginning of the dream moon, had finally come to be implemented.

"In the name of the Almighty, Supreme, and Eternal Holy Light God, this year's Feather Fall Festival has officially begun!"

Richelieu's edict was accurately conveyed, and the religious carnival that had been prepared for a long time was about to begin, and the Holy Light, as the most powerful belief in the Pan-Continent believers, led to the spread of the Feather Fall, a festival originating from the Didrobat Sect, to most parts of the continent, and gradually became the most solemn festival in all countries except for the king's birthday, of course, and this did not include the few countries in the south that still believed in evil magic.

In addition, the unprecedented scale of the Feather Fall Festival is undoubtedly a good opportunity for the Holy Light Sect to flex its muscles once a year. The high religious figures of the past have long since rubbed their hands and vowed to give the infidels and unbelievers a noble spiritual purification. The gilded invitation had already been passed down to the royal families and nobles of those distant countries through the Dragon Eagle Messenger, inviting them to participate in the celebrations in the Didactic Cult, and for the sake of a certain tradition, even the Archduke Pius II received the same invitation, but according to the same tradition, this invitation was thrown into the fireplace by the Grand Duke as firewood.

Either way, AE's 1806 festival is bound to be a veritable feast. Not to mention the large-scale celebrations that are far better than in previous years, what makes the majority of believers crazy the most is that there is gossip that at this feather fall ceremony, the former Pope Nicholas V, who has been on the back seat for many years, may attend and even give a speech! As a saint who has led several holy wars and religious revolutions, Nicholas V is a living legend of the Holy Light Sect. However, even with the strength of the Sanctuary, he could not escape the fate of the gods to age, and in recent years, he has lived in seclusion and faded out of people's sight, and this sudden request to attend, even Richelieu was confused, and after asking the current Pope Benedict IX, he only got a vague response such as "This is the instruction of the gods".

The bitter cold wind whistled and swirled upwards, and the highland horse pulling the cart exhaled bursts of white gas as he gasped, and in a short time it had a ring of ice on its mouth and nose. The wind poured in through the half-open windows of the carriage, and a few snowflakes fell into Richelieu's collar, causing the sleepy cardinal to suddenly open his sleepy eyes, and the carriage turned to a steady stop at the door of a convent.

"Andrés, go in and inform the priest of the abbey," Raising his eyelids and glancing at the tall door of the abbey, the tired Richelieu cheered up and called softly to his squire knight, "and said Cardinal Richelieu has something important to meet with Madame Sophia, remember, in the name of God." ”

"Yes. ”

Andrés, who had been following him on foot beside the carriage, answered the call and left the carriage of Richelieu alone, and the second prince of the kingdom of the young Thihaisuon took off the paladin's covered helmet, revealing a short silver-gray hair, he walked to the black iron gate of the monastery, raised his hand and slammed the heavy iron door with the hilt of his sword, and at this time, the bell in the monastery had just rang.

The melodious bell rang three times, and it was the time for the young nuns to do their homework each day. In the quiet and deep cloister courtyard of the monastery, a sneaky figure crept through it, creeping out of the prayer room where the school was studying, then walking briskly through the vocal confessional with the hem of her skirt, and finally deftly flipping out of the back kitchen of the bakery to the Stigmata Street outside the monastery.

Standing firm, the slender figure didn't have time to rejoice, but a big rough hand had already grabbed her ear, "It hurts, it hurts, the ear is going to fall out, ah, Mama Moma! Aren't you napping? No, pray, pray." ”

Gently knocked on the head of the white-robed nun, seeing that she was holding her head pitifully in front of her, Momo, who had watched her grow up since childhood, lost her temper for a while, but still kept a straight face, pinched her waist and said helplessly, "You said you, how many times have you run out of the prayer room?" Say, what is the reason this time, if it is not reasonable, all the bread in the bakery will be handed over to you to make today, and the cook can also rest." ”

"This ......" dodged Momoa's eyes, and the white-robed nun couldn't say anything for a while, but fortunately, a kind voice sounded from beside her to help her solve the situation, "Momoa, don't be too strict like this, prayer is not the only way to connect with the gods, food, clothing, shelter and transportation are all practices." ”

"But skipping class does need to be punished, let her come to me by herself, I'm here in the hut, Moma, you better go to the door, if a wicked guest comes to the door, you let the little ones wait outside, and the old man can come in and find me." Leaving these few faint words, the sound from the middle of nowhere disappeared.

"You're really used to her. Muttering in a low voice, Momoa turned his head and saw the white-robed nun following behind him with a sad face, and immediately nodded her forehead angrily, "What are you pretending, I don't know where it is, hurry up, do you want me to carry you over?"

"No, no, Mama, you walk slowly, I recognize the way, recognize the way. The white-robed nun hurriedly waved her hand, turned around and lifted the hem of her skirt, and returned to the convent through the side door. staring at her back and disappearing into the corridor, Momoa's gaze was retracted, shaking his head and laughing, "The little girl has grown so big back then, and the days are really fast......"

The white-robed nun walked through the courtyard with a clatter of snow, and before the snowflakes could fall on her shoulders and slide down her clothes. She is familiar with every old wooden door here, every carved stone pillar, she always stops for some reason to stare at the mural house and is stunned, but when she meets a nun or grandmother who passes by accidentally, she will be a gentle and elegant little jasper look, most of the old grandmothers smile at this, and those who are familiar with her will joke a few words, as for the nuns of the same generation, more are polite nods.

Passing through the corridor of the chapel and following the winding path to the depths of the monastery, you will come to a bluestone hut, which the nuns are forbidden to enter, and if you step into it and disturb the elderly, you will be punished with the most severe punishment by the old nuns. Of course, the white-robed nun was never in the forbidden category, because this is where she grew up.

"Mama Sophia, I'm in. Pushing open the creaky wooden door of the hut, the white-robed nun dodged into the hut, stomping off the snow and shaking off the snow, her smart eyes already aimed at Sophia's figure. The old woman was sitting in a rocking chair, dressed in an old-fashioned nun's robe with black trim on a white background, and a hood of the same color covered her hair, except for the other strange-looking earrings on her earlobes.

Hearing the white-robed nun enter the door, Sophia, who was struggling to read the book in her hand in the faint light of day, raised her head, and her wrinkled old face smiled for a moment, "Come here, little one, why did you make Momoa angry again? ”

Quickly stepped forward, pulled the cushion on the side and knelt on the ground, pouting and the white-robed nun gently helped Sophia beat her legs and feet, this is the tacit 'punishment' of the two, "I just heard that the expedition of the church has returned to the church, I want to see if those paladins of the expeditionary force are really handsome young men like the legend, but I didn't expect to be caught by Mama Momoa again." ”

"You, don't listen to those nuns who come outside to practice chew their tongues, they are all believers who have dedicated themselves to the gods, when do you need to care about the skin outside?" Stroking the white robed nun's soft hair, Sophia scolded with a smile, "Besides, you don't use your little brain to think about it, how many paladins who have been selected to go on the expedition can be seen?

Speaking of this, staring at the wind and snow outside the door, Sophia's eyes became confused, "It's really not as good as a generation...... Maybe in a few centuries, there will never be such an upright, brave and faithful paladin, right?"

Quietly helped Sophia's legs to cover her with a blanket, and the white-robed nun lay comfortably on her lap, just like the past fifteen years, one old and one young guarding the small house, which is the whole world.

"Hey, it's just a jumping personality. The tide of memories that came to her heart receded, Sophia came back to her senses, shook the white-robed nun who was snoring, and pointed out the door to her, who was still a little confused, "Wake up, there's a guest coming, you go and welcome him." ”

"Oh. ”

Getting up, the white-robed nun rubbed her sleepy eyes, and was about to stumble to the door, when Sophia stopped her again, "Just show the old man the way, let him come by himself, you can go out and have a good look, and when you come back in the evening, Mama has a gift for you." Touching her earrings, Sophia said kindly.

"Okay, thank you, Grandma Sophia, then I'll go first. ”

"Well, be careful, Lynn. ”