In the dusk of the sky, a huge 'sun' was suspended above the earth, it had no temperature, but it emitted a soft and not dazzling light.

On the tall stone platform, cardinals and paladins knelt on one knee, their palms trembling and caressing their chests, tears in their eyes, praying for the arrival of the gods.

Pope Minho also fell to his knees, the scepter of the Pope's power resting horizontally beside him, and his eyes moistened for the first time as he came from the Inquisition, thanking the gods for once again turning their gaze on them.

Sophia and Ferrante lowered their heads, Alena's magic could never have reached such a point, it was a god, it must be a god.

Alena closed her eyes in the air, her arms outstretched, and her body radiated a holy light that echoed the sun in the sky.

Under the high platform, countless believers sincerely knelt on the ground, or prayed in a low voice, or kept kneeling, or pinched the full ears of wheat beside them in disbelief.

Not only the believers inside the city, but also outside the city entered this world, and the guards laid down their weapons and fell to their knees tremblingly, even Busai I on the side platform put down his status as a king, and also knelt down on one knee towards the great sun.

"It's a god, it's a god of light!" the king of the Duchy of Carlo trembled, not daring to look directly at the sun like the others.

Although the ball of light stopped rising, it continued to expand until most of the sky was filled with the ball of light, and everyone was a little overwhelmed.

Suddenly, a giant hand of light and shadow comparable to a mountain range appeared in the sky, and in the shocked eyes of everyone, the giant hand slapped on the ball of light.

There was a soft pop.

The ball of light exploded and turned into countless points of light that fell to the world, and it rained between the heavens and the earth, and the candle-like points of light fell on everyone's body.

Everyone felt as if they were suddenly lighter, full of energy, and even those who were suffering from illness or trauma found that the feeling of illness was slowly fading, and the wound was recovering at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

"Gods...... The God of Light hears our prayers. ”

"Father, do you see, it's the god of light!"

"It must be the palm of the gods, it must be, thank the gods for the gift......"

Exclamations and prayers were heard from the crowd, and the cardinals on the high platform were silent, except that the joints of their palms were faintly white.

"Great God of Light, may your glory be sprinkled around every corner...... Is this a gift from the teacher, but where is the teacher?" Sophia quietly watched the light rain, her eyes first surprised, and then lonely.

"Really...... It's really the god of light......" Ferrante held the breastplate with one hand and raised it lightly with the other, taking in little light after light.

When all the light fell, the cyan celestial river hanging in the air suddenly fell, like a streamer towards Alena and the three, the lower the river, the more illusory it became, and finally, the cyan light flashed, and the river phantom disappeared on the three of them, and the surrounding scene also returned to its original state.

Alena slowly landed on the high platform, with a complicated look in her eyes, surprise, excitement, longing, and doubt.

It took a long time for the believers in the audience to come out of the vision, chanting the honorific titles of the gods and the names of the three saints.

Alena blinked, put away her mixed mood, and raised her hand to see dozens of rays of light float out, and in countless eyes, the light fell on the Pope and the cardinal, as well as the paladin.

"The God of Light will always favor all his people, and the land where the light shines will always be blessed by the gods. ”

There were also some immature voices that resounded throughout Tria, and at this time, Alena had only light in her heart.

The Rite of Light lasted for an entire afternoon, and after giving the Cardinal Divine Symbols, Alena proceeded to explain the canon to the faithful so that they could learn more about the Light.

At night, the tired Alena did not rest, but accompanied by Sophia and Ferrante, she met with the bishops who had been given divine magic.

And relying on the knowledge taught to them by Cassia, they explained to the cardinals the grading of divine arts, as well as the uses and taboos of various divine arts.

It wasn't until the second half of the night that the bishops dispersed, and the chief inquisitor, dressed in black, came to the Temple of Light alone and received Alena's divine inheritance alone.

After a busy day, the east has already appeared white, and another day of light is coming.

"Alena, why don't you rest first, I haven't slept all night. Sophia ate the wheat porridge in the bowl and persuaded with concern.

Alena shook her head: "No, there are still many believers who will not leave Tria these days, and I have to go outside to explain the canon to them, otherwise you and Ferrante should go to rest first, he has been wearing armor for a day." ”

"Hmm...... I'm not tired. ”

"No, I'm going to go with you, I'm familiar with the canon by now!" Sophia remembered the teacher's advice and waved her spoon, and a drop of porridge splashed on the tip of Alena's nose.

Poof, Alena, who had been on a straight face for a day and a night, suddenly laughed, and at this time, she seemed to be the twelve-year-old girl again.

"Hmm...... I'll go wherever Sophia goes. ”

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It's been three days since the Ritual of Light ended, and the three of Alena were inseparably busy, and as they said, except for those cardinals who had left Tria with divine magic, more ordinary believers still gathered here, wanting to get closer to the three saints, so as to get closer to the light.

On this day, Ferrante's father, Rono, the finance minister of the Kaiadil Empire, was in his house checking the financial information compiled from various places.

Suddenly, the brass bell rings next to the table, and Rono puts down the papers, turns to the bookshelf, and gently moves an inconspicuous book.

Then the bookshelf slowly moved sideways, and after a mechanical sound, a passage appeared in front of him, and Rono slowly walked in with an oil lamp in his hand.

In the secret room below, Rono placed the oil lamp on the wall stand and turned to sit down at a stone table.

In addition to him, there were several figures sitting around the stone table, all of them were the ministers of Kaiadir, including even two ministers of the cabinet, and a bigwig of the imperial military.

"Ronold, your eldest son has gone too far lately, he took advantage of the light ceremony and the arrival of the gods, and went out into the streets to propagate his fallacies and heresies, and encourage those despicable untouchables to fight for their own rights, what rights can they have? This is an insult to the nobility!"

At this time, Rono did not have the appearance of a good old man in front of the king, but looked around indifferently, and said in a deep voice:

"Do you think I made him do it?"

"But he's your son!"

"I can't control him, as for my second son, Deputy Head Benal, I hope you can help me take him well. Rono's eyes looked at a man in knight's armor.

Bernal smiled bitterly: "You were going to send him to me in the hope that he would make a difference in the church, but now...... Even the regiment commander didn't know if he could manage him......"

Rono was silent for a while, this was also something he didn't expect, Ferrante was born to jump out and send him to the Holy Knights by himself, also to hone it, and by the way, let him accumulate his own power, but he didn't expect it......

The Iron King's bloodline was once the spokesperson of light, and now the church's education can't completely impress the descendants of the Iron King, but I didn't expect it...... Ferrante eventually became a saint.

For Rono, who also believes in light and has some great ambitions, he really doesn't know whether it is good or bad.

Then Rono sighed, exchanged messages with several people, and was about to end the meeting, but at the end, he reminded everyone:

"Recently, Your Majesty seems to be very concerned about the affairs between nobles and commoners, and I suspect that Your Majesty has already had some ideas, and if you want to keep your position and gold coins, I advise you not to hide and do nothing. ”

After all the thoughts were gone, Rono stood quietly for a moment, then twisted the oil lamp stand on the wall and walked into another secret room.

There was no light in the chamber, and the oil lamp in Rono's hand was barely able to illuminate a small area.

Rono walked forward step by step, his face becoming more and more serious, and finally, Rono walked in front of a stone platform, and a stone frame stood above it.

A delicate, dark green jade eye is sitting smoothly on it, reflecting the light of the light.

Rono stretched out his hand and stroked the stone frame, and said to himself:

"Ancestor, the Iron King is the orthodoxy of the light and the spokesman of the god of light, and the Church of Light has only attracted the attention of the gods by a moment of brilliance. ”

"Great Ancestor, bless your descendants, the descendants of the Iron King will ascend to the throne once again, and the eyes of the gods will be upon us forever. ”

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Outside Tria, Cassia spit out the grass roots in his mouth and said interestingly:

"Kyle wants to know that with a descendant like you, it is estimated that he can be angry, you are far worse than your son, two-faced and three-stabbed, and the divine power and the king want it?This appetite is not much smaller than Matt back then......"

Cassia shook his head helplessly, planning to let him go first, Rono's own two sons would definitely not let him worry.

Cassia then stood up, patted the dust off his body, and walked out of the gates of Tria.

The guards at the door looked at the young man strangely, his long black hair tied up at the back of his head, a washed white blue shirt, blue cloth pants, and a ...... around his waist Such a long knife is really a bit unusual.

Cassia smiled slightly, ignored the whispers behind him, kicked the scratched cowhide boots, and took out the hot pot restaurant ledger as he walked.

"Well, my current name is Iri, my sword is called Nanatin, and I'm a witcher who specializes in killing monsters and monsters to earn money. ”

"My mission is to start from Tria, cross the seven provinces to reach the Storm Channel, and then find a way to cross the Strait to reach the South Continent of Atlanta, and implement the mage system, perfect. ”

Ps: Say a few more words today, this book is written here, in fact, the process is quite complicated, I know that sometimes I don't know how to tell a good story, but I am also constantly trying, hoping to write something that everyone likes, in fact, I still have a lot of stories in my heart that I want to tell you......

emmm doesn't know what to say, it's not good to sell badly, in short, thank you for your support, bow, good night everyone.