The many bright red candles are like small throwing knives with a spirit, they surround Valentine, and they are ready to cut the meat with their teeth and claws.

The young bishop was unhurried, for he already had the Stone Skin Technique on him, and the fire attack was not a great threat to him, on the contrary, the ice pick magic that erupted from Valentine's fingertips wiped out many of the rabble instantly.

At that moment, the voice that had fallen silent like thunder spoke again: "The struggle is in vain, all gods are vain, and only the light of the blind eye can shine on the world."

As soon as Valentine was about to say something, the candles that surrounded him shone with a very dazzling light, as if each one were a small sun, and the eyes of a man would be instantly blinded even if they were completely closed.

The young bishop yelled that it was not good. He improvised a black mist to resolve the crisis. Unfortunately, this trick was completely useless. The splendor cast by those candles was not an ordinary thing. The so-called extreme must be the opposite. These evil things are meant to make people enter eternal darkness after feeling the most scorching light. They transform what should be a very good light into a heinous murderer, always with the help of others to destroy everything.

Black and white are always opposites, and Valentine is obviously not immune to this fate, his eyes are immediately useless, and the purpose of the blind eye teaching has been achieved.

The two men who had been fighting in front of the tavern were just pretending, and Valentine's whereabouts had been spotted since he entered Aston City and began his investigation.

There was a rumbling sound from beneath the floor, and an old man with a white beard on a dragon's head slowly stepped out of it, and the magical candles had long since been extinguished, and they consciously returned to their rightful corners.

Valentine knew what was right, he knew very well in his heart, that the guy he had met was definitely not ordinary, and that he could not act rashly in the present situation, so the young man leaned on the table and said, "Who is Your Excellency, and what is the Godless God?"

The old man struck the floor twice with his faucet, and the door closed again. He limped to Valentine's side, and said in a nasal voice: "Young man, the godless god is the true ruler, and your so-called god is nothing but a lie of mortals. Your prophet Cyril is the first trickster of the ages, and he not only coaxed the old emperor of the ancient Vinn Empire, but also took root in the people very wisely, so that the religion can never be shaken by the secular power again... ...”

"Your Excellency knows that I am a polydoc." Valentine didn't ask out of surprise, he just wanted to learn a little more about the truth.

The white-haired old man let out a few dry coughs from the shriveled 'chest' cavity and said: "Not only do I know that you are a member of the Liberal Arts, but I also know that you want to investigate the details of the Crimson Rose.

"If you want to help me, why did you lure me here for a raid?"

The old man sneered twice, and copied the dragon head in his hand, like a trick on the side of the street, and spun around several times, and then returned to his position smoothly: "Why should I help you, our blind sect is difficult to protect itself, and we don't want to set up an additional opponent. The reason why I want to invite you here is mainly because the guardian senses that something strange is eroding the hatchlings of the Eyeless God in the hatchery. You are one of the best figures in the Liberal Arts, plus you are young and energetic, and you may be able to help us tide over the difficulties together."

Now it was Valentine's turn to laugh dumbly: "A hidden cult like yours would even have the audacity to take the initiative to find our Bojiao. Why are you so confident in me? What is the little thing in me that is worthy of your expectations?"

"I know one thing, and that's about the Mind Flayer's evil plan to destroy the Bodie continent." The old man replied unhurriedly, word by word.

"Oh." It's got to this point, and I can't help but be 'agitated' by Valentine." Do you know why I'm investigating the details of the Crimson Rose?"

"Of course." The old man subconsciously slammed the dragon's head on the ground again." What I'm going to say next, little brother, you can believe it or not, because this news may be unacceptable to you people in the Liberal Arts."

"Tell me, I'll judge the truth myself."

"Let's start with the Crimson Rose, their top leaders are definitely inextricably linked to the Mind Flayer......

"Yes, I've seen it in the city of Apulia in the Danse Forest."

"I know you want to find out the truth behind the Crimson Rose, but do you have the confidence to fight against the Mind Flayer, a dragon that has no end in sight?"

Valentine, of course, could not answer at this moment that King Hope Richard was very suspicious, so he was silent.

"Everyone knows that your prophet Cyril left behind some powerful treasures.It was on this that the Clement Pope relied on this one of these things.He drove the northern Deserts back to the frozen ground.So that peace lasted for hundreds of years.The prophet Cyril came from the Eastern Continent.Although the specific place is impossible to verify.But it is obvious.He was at least inseparable from the Orlint Empire.At that time.Although the Eastern Continent had no signs of total collapse.But the crisis should have been planted early.I know that the destruction of the Orente Empire and desertification have a lot to do with the Mind FlayerTherefore, your Prophet Cyril may have taken refuge in the Bodi continent at the right time, and wanted to defend himself against the invasion of demons by starting a new sect. And the religion is firmly rooted in the people, just to grasp the hearts of the people, if you can use the right magic at the right time, maybe you can resist the attack of the Mind Flayer, because those underground evil creatures are the best at destroying from above, they have eroded the royal family and the bureaucracy of the Orint Empire, and then rely on the misdeeds of these people to sink the entire empire into the abyss."

The white-haired old man was clearly well-versed in the past, and much of the knowledge in his words could only appear in the secret books of the Liberal Arts. Valentine was more and more surprised the more he listened, but on the surface he was still well disguised.

"Young man, as the saying goes, water can carry a boat and sink a boat, your Prophet Cyril knows this very well, he knows that the Mind Flayer has a limited number of manpower, and his mana is not infinite, and that it is only possible to destroy the empire by controlling a small number of upper bureaucrats. If the people can be twisted into a rope, then the destructive power of the demons will be greatly reduced and even quickly extinguished if the decree does not work. I think this is the real reason why the Enlightenment was established and existed in the first place."

"Your Excellency has a lot of point." Valentine nodded, he had to feel the mysterious old man through the faint disturbance in the air.

"There are two sides to everything, because things are always evolving, as if the light would turn into darkness, and the darkness would return to light again. Of course, they can also find ways to influence the Pope's mind, so that all the efforts of the Prophet Cyril will be in vain, and they will become useless in making wedding garments for others."

As soon as this remark came out, even Valentine, who had always thought that he could anticipate the enemy's opportunities, found it a little strange and difficult to accept. Although he was a maverick and unconventional, he still did not deviate from the bottom line of the norms of erudition under the overall framework.

The white-haired old man already knew how the other party would react, so he continued to himself: "I already said that the hatching pool of the blind god has been attacked by a mysterious thing, and that is probably the work of the Mind Flayer.

"I have the guts, but I can't see with my eyes." Valentine was a little self-deprecating, he already had a premonition in his heart, that his blindness was only temporary.

The white-haired old man laughed and said, "Since he is a blind god, of course he has to use his heart to understand.

"You can't see it." Valentine was wise and reacted immediately.

The old man laughed even louder, and he put his arm in front of the young man and said, "You're a novice.

Immediately, the dragon's head turned into a tongue-out, hissing snake, and the old man gently hooked its tail with his fingertips, and followed it all the way to the base below the house.

Valentine was originally prepared to say a word, and to feel the changes in his surroundings, but he suddenly thought of something very important, and he had to ask, "Do you know about the Knights of the Rose under King Richard?"

"Of course, this order hasn't been around for a long time, but it's starting to build a reputation."

"Does the current head Maria have any special stories?"

"What do you want to ask?"

"I just have some associations, whether it's a purple rose, or a crimson rose, both of which have a bit of a 'female' and 'sexual' character, and Maria is just ......."

The white-haired old man did not respond, and seemed uninterested in the subject.

'Want' to know how the future will develop.