Sally squinted her eyes and asked, the dangerous smile made the corners of Roddy's mouth twitch, and hurriedly said: "That's not what I meant, after all, I haven't been educated by nobles, and I can't appreciate many things..."

"Okay, okay, look at your wooden appearance, tease you, you still take it seriously, don't you men like martial arts, horse racing, and so on, but there will be no such activities after the war, and it will be two months later. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Speaking of this, Sally suddenly remembered something, and Zhengse said: "A few days ago, Bishop Benjamin sent a letter, asking about the future impact on the diocese, and I haven't replied yet, what do you think is appropriate?"

Roddy thought for a moment, but asked rhetorically, "Have you ever wondered...what the 'Rosaceicru' is for the entire ruling class?"

Sally was actually distressed by this problem: "In the past, the 'Rosace Cross' was my umbrella, allowing me to avoid a lot of trouble and solve a lot of enemies, but now standing in this position, I feel that such a force that cannot be grasped in my hands is very disturbing... It is not like the aristocracy, but it is more troublesome than the aristocracy. We've funded them a lot, but now they're even more scared, and it makes me uncomfortable. ”

"Religion is dead, man is alive. Roddy took a sip from his teacup, "Actually, when you delegate power to the cabinet, you should be aware of the advantages of your identity... You are both a duke and a priest. While the Rosicrucian doesn't make a duke an overarch, you know what it means to have access to the ruling hierarchy within the sect in your rightful capacity?"

Sally's eyes lit up, and she realized that she had reached a dead end: it was indeed narrow to look at things alone as a "duke" or "priest". And Roddy's point is obvious: since the "Rosicrucian" may become an obstacle to the development of Ivta, then why not completely bring this sect under his control?

What difference does it make who the Pope is when the Doge, the Regional Bishops, and the clergy and military power in various places are controlled by themselves?

"I think I understand..."Sally nodded, but then made a grimace at Roddy: "I didn't expect you to study conspiracy so deeply, say, did you calculate me a long time ago?"

Saying this, Sally playfully reached out to pinch Roddy's neck, Roddy cooperated and shouted "Lord Duke's mercy", only to find that she had unknowingly hung on herself, and her nose was full of the sweet smell of her body, Roddy gradually stopped her movements, and reached out to remove some messy blonde hair for her - such a distance is suitable for kissing with her eyes closed, and Sally obviously intended to do so...

"Wait, someone's coming. ”

Roddy's voice caused Sally to reopen her eyes in annoyance, but then the duke realized that Roddy had not deliberately interrupted their good deeds—for his face suddenly became serious.

"Acuity" made Roddy hear the slightly hurried footsteps outside the house, he gently helped Sally up, and the two of them tidied up the slightly wrinkled robes in unison, and when they turned their heads, the attendant who hurried outside the house happened to enter the hall with the letter in both hands.

"Your Excellency, urgent letter from Elson City. ”

Seeing the pure red envelope in the other party's hand, Roddy realized that this was probably not a trivial matter. It would only be Camilla who sent the letter, and using the red envelope that represented the most urgent situation was a sure indication that she had encountered a problem that even she could not handle.

Tearing open the letter, Roddy just glanced twice, and his brow furrowed.

The knuckles of his thumb pinching the letter paper turned white, which obviously showed that he was not in a calm mood at the moment. Sally looked at it curiously, and covered her mouth in the same shock of what the letter was saying - "W-It's true?

"I'm going to go back and deal with it right away and don't let anyone know what's going on. The flames of Roddy's fingertips burned the letter to ashes on the spot, and Sally's skillful magic skills startled Sally, "This matter is crucial, and there may be more to it." ”

Roddy held her hand, knowing that the original plan to promise her to stay a few more days had been lost, and he was about to say something, but Sally patted him on the chest: "Go quickly! ”

At this time, it is superfluous to answer anything, and Roddy said goodbye with a deep kiss straight away. And when he left, Sally, who remained in the hall, finally sighed, her eyes unusually lonely.

"Sylvia!Welcome to Elson, the greatest city of the future High Elves!"

Who said that? It was said by the senior who greeted him when he arrived here after graduating from the academy in his hometown.

Senior...

Oh, and the mentor Khadgar.

It was a mentor with a gentle smile on his face, and he sometimes spoke in a dabbling voice, but as the greatest arcanist who invented the "Charged Crystal", his profound knowledge and powerful arcane level were always a mountain to look up to.

Sylvia felt like she was recalling a lot of things, all sorts of things about Elson, details about her life here - breaking a potion bottle for the first time in the lab... Confessed by a tall senior in the library...

The original mottled and broken memories have an order, and the peaceful days are suddenly broken by the distant war reports - the advent of the "war" has made the atmosphere in Elson City become solemn, and the news of "orcs", "demons", and "the fall of the city" are one after another, and then...

The enemy is coming.

Countless orcs frantically attacked the city, and the light of the floating tower continued all night, but the enemy died one after another, as if they could never finish killing...

Turing!

The name popped into her mind, reminding Sylvia of the mixed look of joy and fear on Mentor Khadgar's face as he watched Turing manipulate the city and whisper attacks.

And after that...

It was as if all of a sudden, the image of the memory changed color - roaring orcs, stiff-limbed humans, surrounded infected beasts, and the arcane magic cast in her hands mixed into a bright red picture, and the scenes flashed quickly and made Sylvia cry out "ah" -

So, she finally woke up from her slumber.

"It's... Nightmare?"

It was as if a person who was about to drown suddenly came ashore, and the feeling of suffocation was still in his consciousness. Sylvia glanced around blankly and realized that this was the laboratory she usually managed in Pachar's Tower.

"Whew... The orcs haven't come in yet. ”

She stroked her chest and muttered a few words subconsciously, but then stopped abruptly—for she found that she didn't feel a heartbeat under the palm of her hand.

Then, she realized that she was not breathing. (To be continued.) )