Cruze Neighborhood, Clark Manor.

Lucien came out of the teleportation array as usual, and he took off his white robe stained with blood and dust, and handed it to the servant, while he stepped naked into the hot spring country.

The Duke of Gaine sat across from him, neither father nor son spoke, and the atmosphere was somewhat dreary.

In the middle of the hour, Gaine broke the silence.

"Didn't I say don't go to the Tower again?"

"I don't understand the point of doing this, father."

"You don't have to understand, you just need to do what I tell you."

"I'm not an elemental puppet, father, I need to think for myself."

Lucien opened his eyes, and the water vapor above the hot spring gathered in the palm of his hand, condensing into a ball of water, and there was no visual barrier between father and son.

Gain couldn't help but sigh when he saw the two blood marks on his son's face and his pale face after the magic power was exhausted.

He knew that Lucien had been sent on a dangerous mission because of his Cold War with the Tower, but he never told his son why.

After all...... This is contrary to what he has always been taught.

He knew that his son was a stubborn and pure person, and that nobility came from the heart and was engraved in his bones, not even much worse than an elf. If it weren't for this heart, he wouldn't have achieved what he is today, but in the same way, it is difficult for him to accept his seemingly "two ends of the first mouse".

As early as the time when the sword and the flag were flying, His Excellency Yunelo of the Turing Swordsman Regiment set the standard, or creed, for the nobility of the world: courage, faith, integrity, and perseverance. And his current behavior has nothing to do with any of these four words.

It is not courageous to break off cooperation for fear of potential gods.

Having renounced the covenant of more than 700 years ago, it is impossible to talk about faith and persistence.

Decision-making has nothing to do with good or evil, only the simplest consideration of interests, let alone integrity.

Gain sighed, a little dazed, not sure how to convince his son.

"The Pope has changed." Lucien said lightly.

"What?"

"The new Pope, succeeded by Paul V, and His Majesty the last Pope was called away by the Goddess." Lucien raised his head: "Does this have anything to do with you and the family's recent decision-making?" ”

A few days ago, the tower offered to purify the death row prisoners in the dungeon on behalf of Jialan, a move that required the consent of the council family, but Duke Clark refused. Without the consent of the parliamentary family, the king naturally did not agree to release them, and the tower was unable to take the prisoners on death.

Although he didn't know his true purpose, no one would ask about the fate of the death row inmates, and Gain instinctively sensed that something bad would happen, so he refused.

Now it seems that the purpose of the tower is nothing more than two possibilities: one is that the new pope needs these death row prisoners, and this gap has not yet been filled. The second is interesting, the "disappearance" of Paul IV objectively created this demand, which is why the tower opened its mouth to ask for it......

The former is easy to do, just keep dragging it out, but the latter ......

If the second guess is correct, now that the new pope has succeeded to the throne, does this mean that they have met their needs and got what they wanted? Or are you planning to start with something else?

Either way, it means there's going to be a big move ahead.

Gaine suddenly felt a cold air rise up his spine, and even though he was sitting in the hot spring, he shuddered.

"Father?"

"Hmm...... I'm here. ”

Gain let out a slow breath.

"Promise me, Lucien, don't go to the Tower again, this is the end of our cooperation, there are some things you will understand in the future, but not now...... May I? ”

Lucien opened his mouth, and was about to argue a few words, but when he saw his father's pleading eyes, he held back.

He nodded, got up and was about to leave.

"You can go back to the academy in the near future...... If there's really nothing to do. The Duke added, "Samuel they may be in some trouble, if you're interested......"

"If that's your order......"

"This is a request, my child."

"I'll think about it."

……

……

Slum.

Miller lay on the bed, his eyes open.

Said it was a bed, but in fact it was a two-finger-thick wooden board on the four bundles of bricks, because the bricks were uneven and the planks were slightly tilted, he always had a feeling of being top-heavy.

But that didn't stop him from staring at the ceiling.

He saw that the mosquito that flew in last night was caught by the spider, wrapped in layers of spider silk and tied into a small white ball, and then the spider held it on eight feet, and after a while of sucking, only an empty shell was left. He watched this scene, not knowing what was going on in his mind, and even the question that had been bothering him for a long time was thrown aside.

Suddenly, he was disturbed by a cacophony, what seemed to be the hoofs of a large army.

Miller got up and emerged from the ruined house, where he saw a group of familiar knights.

The guards of the tower, what are they doing in the slums?

In the door of the next room stood a priest and a little boy dressed in dirty clothes, and Miller remembered the fellow, his name was Theo, he was a pickpocket, and there was a bedridden sister and a stupid brother at home. Simply this kid was agile and could easily pass the ten-meter "trial road" outside the slums, so the siblings were not starved to death.

It's not that he's talented, it's that this kid has a lively head. Miller heard that he had almost lost half his life when he first broke through, and had been hit by an arrow in his thigh and shoulder, but he gritted his teeth and went to Copper Fire Alley to steal a baron's purse, which contained 20 gold coins. After that, the boy took only the scattered silver coins and gave the rest to the guards who shot him on the watchtower, and he was the only one who could make it through the trials every time.

Clever little guy.

But now, his plainly cunning eyes were glazed and mechanical, like a marionette.

"Go, now bring your brothers and sisters out, and you will live a normal life under the blessing of God." The priest spoke.

"Yes, praise God's generosity."

Theo stiffened into the house, and it wasn't long before he came out with his sleeping little sister in his arms and his younger brother with a crooked smirk.

"And you."

The priest turned to the cold street.

"The same goes for you. The Tower has prepared clean clothes, soft bread and hot milk, and as long as you join the Tower, you can enjoy it for free and get rid of your untouchability status. ”

"Really?"

Someone couldn't help but ask, Miller turned around and found that there were not a few people on the street who came out to watch like him.

"It's true." The priest smiled, a kind look on his face, and patted Theo's shoulder, who turned stiffly and squeezed out a smile.

"What your lord said is true, he was sent by heaven to save us."

The boy's voice was amplified by magic, spreading through the slums, and in the blink of an eye, it reached almost everyone's ears.

No one will refuse this gift.

After a brief period of stagnation, the yellow-skinned, tattered-clad untouchables rushed over like filthy sewage before the priest.

"Don't rush, don't crowd ......"

The priest said warmly, waving his hand behind him, and the guards lifted the cloth on the ground, revealing a teleportation array ten meters square, which was flashing with a faint blue light at this time.

"Step inside, it's the entrance to the light."

Everyone rushed up, and a warm, dazzling light suddenly lit up on the circle, like a giant mouth, swallowing a steady stream of food.

In less than an hour, the whole slum was completely silent, and only Miller stood abruptly in the doorway, looking at the priest from afar.

"What about you?" The priest said in a warm voice, "Won't you join them and throw yourself into the arms of the goddess?" ”

Miller shook his head, he suddenly felt a little disgusted, disgusted from the bottom of his heart.

He understood what was going on with that group, and he understood the purpose of the move.

He had carried out similar "hunting" many times, and they all ended up in blood, flesh, and souls.

They are fuel, fuel to power "weapons".

They are not believers, they don't understand what they're about to lose, they don't have the right to know and choose.

"Child, you may be sick, come with me, the goddess can heal you."

The priest seemed unwilling to give up on him, and slowly leaned over and reached out to touch Miller's forehead.

The strength of the "fuel" depends on a person's health, or the strength of the body roughly reflects the strength of the soul, and the tall Miller thinks that he is the top ten pariahs.

Just as he was about to touch Miller, the latter suddenly grabbed his hand and glared at him with a pair of dark eyes.

"Answer me, what are we overdrawing while we receive God's gift?"

Suddenly attacked, and before the priest could react for a while, the guards in the distance rushed up one after another, and dozens of spears were aimed at Miller.

"Untouchables! Let go of the priest! ”

"Let go of your hands, don't touch him with your dirty hands!"

Miller let out a low growl and glared back at the guards. The momentum of the domain swordsman was in full bloom, and even if he didn't urge the realm, he was enough to intimidate this group of people.

"Answer me, what are we overdrawing?"

He asked nervously, as if in a trance, and a hand was already on the priest's neck.

The latter, of course, could not answer such a headless question, on the one hand, he really did not know how to answer, and on the other hand, he was choked by the neck, and could only let out a beastly "ho-ho" moan.

At the critical moment of his life, the priest's lowered sleeve suddenly shone brightly, and a scroll slipped from the cuff, and exploded with a "bang" before it touched the ground, and the wave of air engulfed everyone, including Miller, and the dust flew in an instant.

By the time the dust settled, Miller was gone. He also woke up from that sleepwalking confusion.

Remembering what he had just done, and the sudden disappearance of the priest, Miller was a little horrified.

It's a short-distance teleportation scroll, a life-saving prop that every priest has, and it can teleport up to twenty-four people, including himself, the disadvantage is that the distance is too short, and it can only be used in Falan City, which is already the limit of the limit in the slums, but it doesn't require much magic power, and it is extremely fast.

He looked up and looked around, it was time for him to get out of here, he was afraid that the next second an arbiter would rush out.

Less than a minute after Miller left the slum, a group of ghostly figures suddenly appeared. They did not stop after they appeared, as if they had found clues in the air, and immediately chased after Miller in the direction he had left.

……

At the same time, the underground tunnels of Elemental Alley.

The teleportation array of the slums leads right here.

Along the rugged mine road, the mysterious teleportation array that had been leading to the Fallen Palace was now shining brightly, and the new Pope Paul V was standing at the entrance, his royal blue eyes glistening with a fine light.

Refugees teleported from everywhere were lining up, staring blankly into the teleportation chamber, then swallowed by the light.

As the light swelled and contracted, like a beating heart contracting and pumping, a strong smell of blood also came from the other end, and a faint scream could be heard, but it was a pity that it was too far away, and when it came, it was like a light smoke, and it was scattered with a wave of his hand.