"Bia."

The young man's slender lips opened slightly, and a nice, gentle voice reached everyone's eardrums with some mysterious power.

This is even more beautiful and charming than the singing of the guy on the street of Ebier.

In response to Bishop Sauron's respect, the boy introduced himself only calmly and indifferently.

And Bishop Sauron, who was still immersed in some kind of magical rhythm, took a long time to come back to his senses.

It's just a young, untrained teenager.

But Bishop Sauron wanted to add all the courtesy, glory, and faith to him from the bottom of his heart, as if he were a god.

The bishop held the precious scepter of the Temple, and in the holy church, he could not resist offering the scepter of light, which only a bishop deserved.

"God above, Bea, I hand over the scepter to you. May you be like a god to protect my people of light. ”

Bishop Sauron bowed his head and held his scepter in both hands.

The young man's indifferent gaze lowered slightly, and the light in his ice-blue eyes was as shallow as veil.

He reached out and took the scepter, and shook it.

The elders, my lords, and all the believers below hung their heads.

Scepter of Light.

It was Bishop Sauron's most precious thing, a token of the gods, a symbol of the noble and devout believers.

The bishop gave the young boy the Scepter of Light.

Everyone was surprised, but they felt that it should be like this.

This boy deserves something a hundred times more precious than the Scepter of Light.

The sunlight refracted by the colorful glass makes the church look sacred.

All believers make the most devout gestures of reverence to the Divine Messenger.

*

Rose Manor.

Yun Chu sat at the table, slightly propped up his chin, and his fingers flicked with the idol in front of him.

The place where the finger was burned by the power of light has been completely repaired.

And the idol, ever since she brought it back to the Rose Manor, has been a dead thing through and through, and not a single miracle has been manifested.

Cassius had already gone to the temple with the sincerity of the Bloods, and Count Engels volunteered to join the negotiating camp.

Touching the statue, Yun initially estimated that the negotiation should have a result.

She looked up, her gaze falling through the window into the gloomy world outside.

The roses bloomed warmly and delicately, and she could smell the fragrance on the tip of her nose.

At this moment, an owl fluttered its wings and landed under the wooden lattice window.

It raised its wings, and its fat, bulky body performed a gentleman's courtesy.

"Hello, Mistress Negway."

The owl's grape-like eyes are blazing, and his demeanor is quite aristocratic.

Yun Chu had seen this owl.

"You are Engels' ......"

The lord frowned and thought for a moment.

"Friends." "Master Negway, I solemnly introduce myself to you, a good friend of Engels. ”

"Pounce."

The girl's delicate red lips moved, and the owl's name was pronounced.

Tapping covered her cheeks with her wings: "Oh, the sound of Lord Negway's call to flutter is simply beautiful. ”

Yun Chu blinked.

It's an interesting bird.

Fluttering shy for a moment, he removed his wings and looked at the elegant and beautiful lord in the room.

Then, its gaze fell on the idol in front of Yun Chu.

Plop suddenly became excited: "Oh, Lord Negway, is that a idol?" I've seen a lot of these cold things in the sky above Eber, oh, but none of them are as beautiful as grown-ups. ”

"Yes, it's a god."

Yun Chu lowered his eyes.

Pity.

It is a statue of a god that has lost its divine power, with an empty and delicate shell.

"I feel that the gods of the Light Clan are nothing more than that, and they are not as handsome as Lord Engels."

Thinking of Engels' sad appearance, he reluctantly helped him.

Oh, though it is a conscience.