Marcel shook off Impreus and returned to his library of wisdom almost without hesitation.

This library was established by him and preserves a wealth of knowledge collected from various sources of knowledge.

This is his database, and it is also his residence, where he usually stays when he has a meeting in the middle of the Silver Hall, flipping through, searching, and sorting through various document scrolls.

Recently, however, he found a strange scroll in his collection of scrolls, which contained a strange message that seemed to indicate the location of a temple.

He read the scroll carefully, and then he was completely overwhelmed.

The contents of the scroll reveal to him a myriad of wisdom unknown to him, and these knowledge are full of hidden dark temptations and disguised distorted knowledge, which makes people feel like they are stuck in a quagmire, and can only be slowly dragged into the abyss of darkness.

The more intently Marcel read the scroll, the more he felt that the knowledge recorded on the scroll revealed abnormal fanaticism and extraordinary evil, but the more he felt like this, the more he struggled, and the more he struggled, the deeper he sank.

Like a flying insect that hits a spider's web, it waives its stuck wings in vain, but it can only let itself be entangled tighter and tighter by the spider silk.

Later, the contents of the reels captured all of Marcel's attention like a bottomless abyss, so much so that his personality began to change.

He has always liked to argue with others about scholarship and wisdom, and he has become easy to compromise, and the questioning of others has changed from an intolerant attitude to a very indifferent attitude.

This change made Marcel's popularity much better for a while, because he was no longer as stubborn as before.

But the other angels soon discover that while Marcel has become "easy-going" in the face of arguments and doubts, his personality has become extremely cold as a result.

The angels of wisdom are now competing with someone for time, and they are in a hurry to do whatever they do.

He can't be seen at any event that is not necessary to attend, and he will only appear in a hurry when he really has to go to the event, and then show up and leave.

He has become very rarely in communication with other angels, and even if he occasionally gets tired of his old habit of arguing with others, he will quickly shut up, and even apologize for a chance to get out.

Marcel spent all the time he had saved in his library of wisdom, the strange scrolls in it, to be exact.

The wise angel didn't know what he was getting out of the scroll, he just knew that he had to keep reading like this, like staring at a huge eye staring at him for a moment - you can't blink, or you'll be dragged into the abyss!

In this way, he stayed in his library day after day and read the scroll, not even doing the usual daily cleaning of the library archives.

Until this time, when he returned to the library in a hurry, grabbed the scroll and began to read, he found that what appeared on the scroll was no longer all kinds of fascinating mystical knowledge, but a request.

A commanding phrase appeared on the scroll, asking him to renew his interest on the issue he had just made in the Silver Hall—whether or not to approve of the Angel Legion stationed in the Second World to help stabilize the war in the Late Winter Theater.

This time, the scroll asked him to give his approval on the subject.

This is tantamount to turning him against himself!

You know, he just firmly expressed his opposition in front of the other council members, and he didn't approve of the Angel Legion stationed in the Second World to help humans defend other war zones!

If you change the force field right now, wouldn't you slap yourself in the face?

Marcel began to struggle, trying to pull her thoughts away from the scroll as best she could.

But a line of red-fruited and blunt threats soon appeared on the scroll - if he didn't do what he was asked to do, the scroll would leave him.

This meant that he would no longer be able to obtain the knowledge from the scrolls that he was both resistant to and curious about.

Marcel was an angel of wisdom who could not resist the temptation of knowledge.

Just as Tyrell, the Angel of Justice, cannot approve of an unjust act.

This trait is the source of the archangels' strength and their innate instinct.

Again, it's their weakness.

Like a child threatened with a beloved toy, Marcel is trapped in a state of extreme confusion and painful choice.

He wandered blankly in the library, the scales of his mind slowly tilting from his insignificant pride to the tempting knowledge in the scrolls.

After two flashes of light from the Crystal Arch, Marcel silently stepped out of the Wisdom Library and asked Impriss to convene another Silver and White Council.

He was one of the members of the Anglis Parliament, and he asked for a meeting to be called to vote on a certain bill, and no one had any reason to oppose it.

In this meeting, the five archangels came, and Iseril stood silently in the corner of the silver hall, casting an inexplicable gaze at Marcel on the other side.

"Brothers and sisters in favor of the Second World Angel Garrison to reinforce other human war zones, please vote."

Marcel's voice rang out in a dry voice, and then a faint silver glow lit up on the Pillar of Judgment behind her.

He voted yes!

Impreus slammed up from his seat, an unbelievable glare shining from the openings in his golden helmet's eyes!

What the hell is going on?

The Valiant Angel turned his head to look at Tyrell and Oriel on the other side, only to find that although the Angel of Hope and the Angel of Justice also voted in favor, they were obviously very puzzled by Marcel's sudden change of camp.

Only Iseril was still standing in the corner, the pillar of rulings behind her was dimmed, and she did not choose to vote in favor.

Damn it!

Impreus glared at Marcel viciously, but the Angel of Wisdom kept his head down and didn't look at him at all.

"Brothers and sisters who oppose the Second World Angel Garrison to reinforce other human war zones, please vote."

The Pillar of Judgment behind Impreus immediately lit up with a silver light, but the Pillar of Judgment behind the other four archangels all dimmed.

Itharel still didn't vote, and he abstained.

But even so, the format of the scene is still 3 for 3:1 against.

The agenda item was declared adopted.

"Well... Very good... Very good! Impres stood up angrily, gave Marcel a deep look, and then left the Silver Hall without looking back.

Marcel hung his head and let his long, pointed hood completely cover his face, and hurried out without saying a word.

In the Silver Hall, Tyrell and Oriel looked at each other inexplicably, completely unaware of what was going on.

Marcel's sudden move was so surprising that even the two angels, who had been waiting for the issue to pass, were incomprehensible.

What's going on?

There was a twinkle of doubt in their eyes.

But no one answered them.

With a silent sigh, Iseril quietly turned around and walked out through the main entrance of the Silver Hall.

"Fate... Turned to an unknowable fork in the road......"

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