Oleg paced back and forth in the courtyard, sometimes looking up at the closed door of the living room opposite, feeling more and more uneasy. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

He gritted his teeth and walked lightly to the door, trying to eavesdrop on what his father was talking to Daria and Clark.

At this moment, the door opened, and Sergei walked out.

As if he had been caught as a thief, Oleg hurriedly retreated to the side of the road, and stood there with his head down, not daring to come out, waiting for his father's reprimand.

However, Sergei did not reproach him, but just looked at him calmly and without the slightest emotion, then turned to Daria and Clarke, nodded his head, and said lightly: "Next, it depends on your performance." ”

Daria and Clark both had gloomy faces, bowed to Sergei one after another, and walked silently to the courtyard gate, looking preoccupied.

Even more puzzling for Oleg is yet to come. Not only did my father, Daria, and Clark look and behave very abnormally, but the dead soldiers who believed in Mokesh in the family also came to shake hands with their father one by one and say goodbye, wearing leather armor and carrying swords, and some people led their horses, without saying a word from beginning to end, and walked straight to the courtyard gate, the solemn and murderous atmosphere was like a group of pilgrims about to embark on a martyrdom journey.

"Father, what the hell is going on?" When only the father and son were left in the courtyard, Oleg finally couldn't help it, "Do you have something to hide from me?" ”

Sergei smiled lightly, his eyes swept over his son's frightened face to look at the bloody remnant sun in the western sky, and said leisurely: "Oleg, do you want to hear me tell a story?" ”

Oleg was stunned for a moment, nodded suspiciously under forced pressure, and said, "Please speak." ”

"Twenty years ago, there was a priest in this city, who was noble, young, intelligent, passionate, and very religious...... "Sergei's eyes wandered, as if he was caught in a memory, "The young priest prayed day and night, practiced hard, but in any way received no response from the goddess of fate, let alone even the humblest grace and magic from her, and he did not resent Mokesh like other hypocrites, but became more and more worried about his goddess. Because of the long-term inability to get divine rewards, the believers of the old gods such as Veres and Perron have been unbearable and have even demolished their temples, and the young priest is afraid that one day the same bad luck will befall the temple of Mokesh, but he has nothing to do, so anxious that he can't sleep at night, so that with tears in his eyes, he prays to all the powers of the outer planes, whether gods or demons, as long as they can help him save the goddess Mokesh, he is willing to give everything he has, including life and soul. ”

Oleg listened to his father's story, his heart couldn't help twitching violently, and his voice trembled and asked: "And then?" Did he get a response? ”

Sergei nodded and whispered, "He is fortunate to have received a response from Hexstow, Lord of Hosts, and has learned from the divine revelation of this exalted being why Mokesh is getting weaker and weaker. ”

"Why, exactly?" Oleg asked impatiently.

"Because she and the old gods to which she belonged were defeated in the war of the gods ten thousand years ago, and the victor was the gods of the new age who later entered the Vares Celestial Universe, as the winner, the new gods demanded that the old gods give an answer within the agreed deadline: either bow down to them and join the new gods and be willing to serve as gods, or completely fall and turn into a cold meteorite in the vast astral realm, unfortunately, Mokesh refused to surrender, so her fate was destined to be a tragedy from that time on, Her young and pious priest prayed to Hexstow to save Mokesh, but how could the oath made by the gods of the past finger Styx be easily renegated? ”

"Is there no way......" Oleg muttered in despair.

"Not necessarily, after all, it was the great Hexstow who answered his prayers, and there was always a way to bypass the oath to save Mokesh, but correspondingly, the young Mokesh believer had to pay some price."

"At what cost?"

Hexstow offered him a gambling deal, and from then until twenty years later, Hexstow would give him a divine favor in the name of Mokesh, and he could even share this divine favor with those closest to him, such as his son, who was still young at the time but was as devout as he was, and during these twenty years, he could try all means to gain power until he became the new master of Kitland, and if he could complete this mission within the deadline, then Hexstow would fulfill his promise and try to help Mokesh be reincarnated, Join his side under a different name and become a servant of the god of war; On the contrary, if he can't succeed in reaching the top in twenty years and becoming the king of Kitland, then he will lose his soul and dedicate everything he has to Hexto's apostles, and as compensation, Hexstow will still make a contribution to give Mokesh a chance to regain the throne of God, Oleg my son, if it were you, would you accept this deal? ”

"Of course I do! There's nothing to lose anyway, and it's better to have a chance than to despair! "Oleg cut the railway.

Sergei bowed slightly: "This is also the answer of the priest Mokesh, he accepted the deal, and immediately received the divine grace of Hextowe, became stronger, more confident, and more ambitious, after that, he shared this mysterious power with the most devout group around him, so that the followers of Mokesh reunited into one heart and became the only Old God cultist in the Far East who still holds their faith to this day." ”

"Father......" Oleg suddenly thought of something, and his face couldn't help but change, "Could it be that the divine grace I have does not come from Mokesh, as I thought, but from ...... Hexstowe? ”

Sergei snorted, and instead of answering his question directly, he asked him instead: "Do you remember Andrea?" It is the dragon vein girl who once defeated you to win the tournament, the only priest of Mokesh in Kitland City who obtained divine magic, you once had a deep love for her, pinned all your dreams on her, and counted on her to grow up to be the standard-bearer of the revival of Mokesh's faith, until one day you find out that you have been deceived, that girl worships Mokesh on the surface, but in fact praises Tiamat in her heart, and it is not the goddess of fate who gives her divine magic, but the dragon queen. ”

"Of course I remember her, that is the biggest regret of my life, and the biggest shame!" Oleg said bitterly.

"Then come with me, Andrea is in my study at the moment, maybe you should catch up with her."

"No......" Oleg couldn't help but staggered back, with an indescribable panic in his heart, "Father, I don't want to see her!" ”

"Whatever you want." Sergei ignored his son and turned around and walked deeper into the courtyard. (To be continued.) )