This time, the battle situation on the front line was so severe that the Holy See could no longer sit idly by, and Bai was one of the weapons sent to the front line of the war.

Sophie had the privilege of taking on the role of caretaker for the other party.

White, the youngest person to become a magician among the contemporary theorists, he is an orphan picked up by the Holy See, it is said that that day also wants to be like today's heavy snowfall, when the bishop came out of the church, he saw an orphan was placed at the gate, it was freezing at the time, this orphan saw the bishop but laughed directly, the encounter between Bai and the bishop is so simple.

Later, as Bai grew up, his talent became more and more apparent, and his incomparable devotion to the God of Light, his absolute belief in and fulfillment of his teachings, like a pure and flawless angel, was awe-inspiring, but he was also the most vulnerable type of person in the world. Bai grew up in the Holy See until he was eight years old, when he sent down an oracle without warning, and he became a magician, the youngest magician in a hundred years.

Sophie longs for a firm heart like Bai, she thinks that she is the kind of person who is easily disturbed by the outside world, when she excludes heresy, she thinks about the correctness of what she does, and when she helps the weak, that inability will also make her feel lost, she feels like a pendulum, constantly swaying back and forth in confusion and firmness, and fulfilling the vows made before God that day in confusion and firmness.

Compared to the teenager in the carriage behind her, her faith was so fragile.

As soon as he thought of this, as if he was disappointed in himself, he exhaled a turbid breath and turned into a white mist in the cold air.

After a few days, I finally saw the fortress that stood on the front line of the war, Fort Quito.

"It's finally here, my lord, and we're at Fort Quito, the city of mercenaries."

"Really? It's finally here, so let's go inside. ”

"Okay."

With a wave of the whip, the BMW sped up and sped towards Fort Quito......

In Fort Quito, Walter was standing at the top of the wall, looking into the distance, her expression solemn, looking at the dazzling light of spells rising in the distance, not knowing what was going on in her mind.

And beside her, there stood a red-haired, young man in a leather jacket, with a scar on his right eye, and inexplicable anger burning in his eyes, just standing beside Walter with his fists clenched, looking very unwilling.

"President, I didn't bring that guy with me!" Moult gritted his teeth.

Sighing, Walter reached out and patted Moult's shoulder, and said in a deep voice: "This is also something that can't be helped, you have done your best." ”

"But...... But I just had to watch that guy become like that! but they could not save him! ”

He slammed his fist on the city wall, and the little flame on the fist blackened the small wall brick, and the unwillingness and remorse in his eyes were intertwined, and guilt slowly grew in his heart.

If he could go back sooner at that time, Sauron would not have become like that, and he would have been able to save many people, and now Sauron has changed, becoming a completely strange existence, as if he is wrapped in despair all over his body.

When he said with a blank face that he had killed these people, he didn't feel a trace of guilt or sadness, as if everything was so taken for granted, if it was the original Sauron, he would never have done such a cruel thing, and he would have done such a thing to the innocent exiles, how did he do this kind of thing? He is a person who would risk his death to rush down the city wall without any force, where did the hot-blooded boy with a sense of justice go?

"Sauron must have met with something to make him like that." Walter spoke: "He's definitely in trouble. ”

"President, I will definitely save him! I had never seen such painful eyes in him, even during the hard escape, and he had been silently patient, but full of hope. It's all my fault, but I bear it all by myself, and I can't tolerate him trapping himself in that obsession! Moult said firmly.

Walter glanced at Moult and reached out to lightly run his hand over the scar in his right eye.

"Where did this come from?"

Moult shook his head and shook off Walter's hand, turned his head and said stubbornly: "I had a fight with that kid, which was a small gift for me when I left." Obviously, he wanted to see you in the first place, and he was the most noisy, but he finally found out where you were, but he left on his own, and if I could be stronger, maybe I could stop him. ”

At that time, Moult and Nick had done their best to prevent Sauron from leaving, but even in a two-on-one situation, Sauron still left, after awakening the power of the gift, Sauron showed an unimaginably strong strength, and against him and Nick was completely one-sided, and the scar on his right eye was also the result of Sauron's mercy.

That kid said that he had understood the way to save the empire, but he didn't say it, and he looked like he was going to do it himself, which was really annoying, and that feeling was as if he didn't treat everyone as a companion. Obviously, they have gone through so many hardships with each other, and in the end, they just said they would go, and they didn't say anything, they were just a ruthless guy.

The thought of this made Morte even angrier, and he felt that his temper was about to come up again.

Sensing Moult's abnormal mood, Walter patted the other party on the shoulder and said, "Calm down, it's no good to continue to regret it now." ”

"Hmm."

"By the way, I betrayed the empire and launched a rebellion, why do you insist on coming to me?"

"Because everybody believes." Moult looked at Walter extremely seriously and said, "President, you definitely didn't rebel in order to seize power, as rumored...... Right? ”

After a brief silence, Walter shook his head: "I don't know myself. ”

"How could it be ......?"

"Moult, people make mistakes, I'm not as perfect as you think, and the fall of McGson is directly related to my rebellion."

Moult showed a sad expression, his stubborn personality, and he looked so irritable when he was uncomfortable, as if the only emotion he could show was anger.

Suddenly, Walter seemed to think of something, his expression changed suddenly, and he turned his head and asked, "You just said that you heard about me in Fort Quito?" ”

"Hmm."

Receiving an affirmative reply, Walter's expression became even more solemn.

It stands to reason that her matter in Fort Quito is extremely secretive, and she doesn't have much of a head here, and although many people have heard of her name, there are almost no people who have seen her directly.

If even Moult can find out, does that mean that the Holy See already knows that she is here?

Assuming that's the case, the situation is quite troublesome.

Just as Walter was thinking, a magnificent carriage slowly drove into Fort Quito.