Baldwin still loved Leona, even after being ravaged by illness and curse, Leona was already like a woman of the same age as Baldwin, silver threads shining between her red hair, her skin was covered with dry wrinkles, her eyes were not as bright and radiant as before she returned to the royal capital, her outstretched hand was almost only wrapped in a thin layer of skin, and the rings and bracelets had to be re-punched, otherwise they would fall off her master's fingers and wrists, and she rarely even wore earrings now, because her earlobes were so thin that they could easily tear。 Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 But Leona like this made Berdwin love her even more, sometimes, he felt that they had been walking together for thirty or forty years, their children already had children of their own, and the sound of them laughing and playing came from the window, the sun was shining, shining on them, warm and eternal, like their love.

"What's wrong?" asked Leona, occasionally disgusted with herself, and whenever she wanted to give up, her heart couldn't help but feel pain and hesitation, and the emotions of the past entangled her reason like vines, making it difficult for the soul of the Norman princess. But when Baldwin came to her and comforted and comforted her with his clumsy and straightforward means, she couldn't help but want to forgive him.

Baldwin didn't speak, he stood by the door, staring intently at Leona, even when they were engaged, Baldwin hadn't looked at his lover so seriously and eagerly, "I just want to see you." Berdwin said.

Then he walked away, and Leona lowered her head, and continued to approve all kinds of paperwork, but her heart was always churning uneasily, as if something worst was about to happen, she frowned, and the words on the parchment dangled before her eyes, but her keen mind could not read what they said, and at last, Leona snapped, and put the pen directly on the letter, and the ink stained a large patch of parchment, and there were signs of continuing to spread downward- Leona's hands were similarly stained with blue-black ink, but she simply jerked to her feet, her wide sleeves skimming over her desk, and sweeping off two spare quills.

She summoned the king's chamberlain and knights, but no one could see where Birdwin had gone after leaving her room, and when she returned to her room, she summoned the baroness.

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A nightingale, a thief disguised and disguised by his surname and identity, undoubtedly a higher professional than the other nightingales, he was the only one who found Birdwin in the shortest possible time, and he was puzzled that the new Norman king did not go to some luxurious mansion that many men knew, nor did he set foot outside the royal city, nor did he go to the tavern or the temple of Flo, and the path he chose, if nothing else, led to the temple of Tyre.

Even the Nightingale couldn't help but look strange, maybe the lowly civilians didn't know, but they knew very well that Tyre was a harsh and stubborn god, and his punishment for the Fallen or the Rebel might not be as cruel as some evil gods, but it was more desperate and painful, at least he would never want to become a priest and knight of Tyre - of course, he couldn't.

"Come out," the sudden voice startled the nightingale, but he didn't think that Berdwin had really discovered him, until he made a clear eye with him—he had to peek out from among the branches under the gaze of the new king, "Is it the Baroness's nightingale?"

The thief shook his head. Don't say yes, don't say no. "How did you find me?" he asked curiously.

"Because we once had a thief a hundred times better than you. The nightingale was clumsy like a wingless duck than Gülen, Birdwin said.

The nightingale suddenly realized that Berdwin had lost the desire to continue the conversation with him, and the new king, dressed only in leather armor, tights, and wrapped in a gray cloak, continued to walk, and just as the nightingale wanted to do something and say something, his vision suddenly turned upside down, or rather, it spun, and the nightingale felt that he had hit something, and then he saw his body falling, and when he suddenly realized that he had separated his head, his mind suddenly broke.

Berdwin glanced at the fallen thief, and his heart was unwavering, he didn't want others to know about the humiliation and torture he had suffered, and he didn't want them to know that he had failed again.

He had thought about bringing all the runes back together, and Berdwin thought that his companions and friends would not reject him, and as for Glenn, he would be his own courtier, and as a king, he would compensate the thief with more and better things- Maybe he wasn't perfect enough, but it wasn't just his sacrifice, it was also his devotion and loyalty, he didn't know what Tyre thought, but he had done everything he could, yes, he had thought so, but when he touched the gnome's rune fragments, a terrible thought suddenly broke through the walls of his faith - could they really be exchanged for Tyre's forgiveness? He wasn't sure, but could there be a more solemn, precious, and admirable sacrifice than this?and, deep down in his heart, a voice faintly reminded him that he had always been an innocent victim of a conspiracy, and that if he had worshiped other gods, such a sacrifice, even a fraction of it, would have been enough to gain the gods' forgiveness.

The temple of Tyre in the Norman capital is on the side of the outer city wall, it is a tall and square building, there are no carvings and no statues, compared to Rosada or Gredi, it can be said that the courtyard is cold, after all, merchants and lords will only come to the scales of Tyre to swear when they need to sign the most important covenants, and there are even fewer newcomers who are willing to take Tyre as a witness to the marriage contract. Tyre is the god of justice and justice, his eyes will be fixed on everyone who swears under his scales, there is no room for discussion or turnaround, human beings are self-aware, who can guarantee that they will never have to go wrong or go wrong? No, so if possible, they always stay away from Tyre.

Berdwin had thought that he would be like his adoptive father, Don Clay Sr., as a pious and upright paladin until he returned to the kingdom of Tyre, but he was wrong, he was just an ordinary human being, his eyes were also shrouded in a fog of blindness and eagerness, and he could hardly believe that it was a decision he had made when he suddenly realized how much he had to pay for his sins—but he still had a meager hope in his heart, and he came here with all the rune fragments.

As a degenerate who had turned his back on the teachings of Tyre, Birdwin was still hundreds of feet away from the black iron scales, and felt that his feet were heavy like lead, and as he continued on, his shoulders were like heavy pieces of iron, and he could at first stagger, and at first he could stagger, slumping on his back, and when he was still two hundred feet, he could only touch the ground with his hands, crawling on all fours like a wild beast, and when he was still a hundred feet, the ground seemed to be full of thorns and gravel, and the flesh that touched the ground was bloody, and his knees and palms even showed white bones, and fifty feet, and the darkness sank into his surroundings like a real entityHe seemed to crawl through the mud, the invisible venom letting the pain invade his bone marrow, and by the last ten feet, Berdwin placed the shards between his teeth, his limbs could no longer support his body, and he could only arch forward like maggots.

A patrolling knight saw him, but before he could speak, an old hand stopped him, it was the senior priest of the Temple of Tyre, who looked at Berdwin with worry and pain.

The Black Iron Scales were always cold and hard, like Tyre's heart, and Baldwin put the shards, along with his blood, into one end of the scale, "I'm going to measure." He shuddered, because every moment here would have him himself being torn apart countless times: "I'm going to measure...... Measure my ...... I...... of the heart. ”

The black iron scale, which was fifty feet long with its arms outstretched, and the tray was large enough to hold the next full-grown peony moved abruptly, and it tilted to one side so quickly that it was almost impossible to see, as if it had been in such an unbalanced state.

Berdwin knelt there, his eyes were bright at first, even if they were really dark, but those bright eyes dimmed just as quickly as the scales tilted, and he leaned down reluctantly, and groped with his bloodstained fingers little by little the side of the tray of scales, where there were no shards, only his sins, he never thought that his sacrifice would atone for all sins at once, but at least, at least a little, even a gap, but the tray seemed to be welded to the ground, no gaps, no gaps, no gaps-- The senior pastor could see that the poor man had even stuck out his tongue and touched the place where he had groped with the sharp tip of his tongue, but there was none.

Berdwin gasped, his chest pressed against the ground, his cheek resting against the cold black iron, "Why should I believe in you?" he said resentfully, completely ignoring the scales that had suddenly become hot, first in his heart, then muttering to himself, then muttering, "Why should I believe in Tyre?" he said, before replying to himself, "Because I love my adoptive father, and he wants me to be a follower of Tyre like he is, so I did- I have accomplished everything it takes to be a knight of Tyre, and for twenty years I have never violated every one of the teachings, I have done my duty, I have done my duty, I have done my duty, I have loved my people, I have been loyal to my king, I have never feared or flinched from the orcs, I have loved my wife, I have cherished our feelings and our past, and I have not even touched a woman but her when our marriage contract existed in name only......"

As he spoke, he suddenly felt his body lighten up, and the burning heat of the scales disappeared as if it had never existed, returning to its original coldness and hardness, and Berdwin slowly stood up, looking at the tray that had been raised to his chest, "I used to revere you like that, Tyre, I thought you would see me, see my purity and piety, but you didn't," he cried out in a resentful whisper." You didn't, you were so stingy, you didn't protect my adoptive father, you watched him suffer humiliation, and you were forced to admit as the eldest son of an illegitimate son born to his unfaithful wife, who had no blood relationship with him, and let him die in desolation after endless wars, and no one could even inherit his domain and family name except one adopted son. And me, you didn't love me either," Baldwin snatched all the runes from the tray, and now that he was able to stand up, his voice getting louder, "You don't give a damn about me. Yes, you have ignored the glory and merit that I have brought upon you with my life and pain, and you have ignored the sacrifices I have made with gratitude, you have not protected my honor, nor have you preserved my marriage, nor saved my wife, you have watched the conspiracy brew and grow in the darkness, but you have not been willing to give me a reminder, you have allowed others to inflict dirty charges on me, you have been indifferent when I am about to slide into the abyss, and you have not minded putting heavier shackles on me while I am in the mire!"

"What kind of god are you?" called Baldwin, "look, look at what you've done, no, Tyre, you're not just, you're not just, you're just a hypocrite!"

Of course the knights of Tyre heard, and the priests who woke up from their sleep, but the senior priest just stood there, and no one could cross the line that was without a trace, but as time passed, their expressions also changed from anger to sadness, some of the knights bowed their heads, they heard Tyre's sigh, and burning tears flowed from their eyes, and today they saw the depravity and despair, alive, so detailed and real, fear hung over their hearts, they might have to face many things in the future, but Baldwin would be the heaviest sin in their hearts。

"I don't believe in you anymore. Thiel. ”

Baldwin finally said that he turned around and staggered away, his path dark.