"Harvey, quick, give me a punch, I feel like I've fallen into a magical creature created a fantasy. God—do you know what I saw? A ladder to heaven? A small, unbelievable voice rang out in the crowd.

"No, Henry, you read that right, I saw it too—" After a long time, the young man next to him said in the same confused and ethereal voice.

In the end, they were only seventeen or eighteen years old, and the originally neat and quiet swordsmen couldn't help but whisper in amazement when they saw the scenery at the end of the palace.

The monk who led them did not accuse them, but raised his voice slightly, quieted them down, and then said with a serious face.

"The one you will serve after is above."

"Is it—the Pope lives in heaven?" A teenager who couldn't hold back asked in surprise.

The monk glanced at him faintly, "Not really. You are to serve the Lords, who are more honorable than the Pope. "There are some things that should be instructed at this time," I have said before, a hundred years ago, in order to overthrow the tyrannical king, the then pope invited several foreign lords to help, and it can be said that it is because of the profound magic of these lords that there is now a stable and peaceful country. ”

"And you are to be loyal to these adults."

In the midst of the great discussion, he added, "Before you enter the Church College, you are all excellent knights selected from the days of knighthood in various places, and you should also know the spirit of knighthood. ”

"And the place we're going to go next can't even be entered without the Pope's permission, so I want you to have an honor, a humble heart, and a spirit of sacrifice to serve those adults, you know?"

"Got it!" The young swordsmen replied in unison.

The monk nodded in satisfaction.

……

Carefully and amazedly stepping up the staircase condensed by magic, the boys had not yet come to their senses, and before they unfolded a castle manor that was no less inferior to the royal palace. This may not be the right thing to say, as it is more like a sophisticated town that reveals opulence at every turn.

It wasn't as ornate as the golden towers of the palace, the architecture was quaint and atmospheric, and in the distance she could see a tall castle—she guessed in her mind that it might be the place where the adults lived. The streets were wide and clean, and there were very few people, except for the occasional sight of one or two expressionless monks hurrying by, as if they were doing something.

"You've been living here lately—"

The monk took them to a house in the center of the city.

The location here is easy to remember - there is a church-like building not far away, but it is more flat and low, and there are many round stone pillars at the entrance, which seems to be an important place.

"There will be people in the food and shelter who will serve you, and don't slack off in swordsmanship these days. When the adults are free to see you in a few days, you will go with the people, you know? ”

The monk whispered.

At this moment, a few carriages came not far away, and the sound of the wheels was very soft, but it was still terrifying in the almost silent street.

The crowd couldn't help but look back.

I saw a few monks in white robes get down from the carriage first, and then wait on their sides, just when they thought it was a vassal or an adult from a foreign land coming down from inside, they didn't expect that it would be a swordsman.

Isn't it possible for a swordsman to ride a horse here?

A faint question passed through An Ningning's heart, and she found that each carriage seemed to be full of people, and one carriage could get down five or six swordsmen. Just when the teenagers were hesitating whether to say hello to these seniors - because these people are also selected from the academy every year. But they found that the young swordsmen did not even glance at them, and each of them had a calm face, and followed the monk without the slightest sound towards the flat and ornate building.

"Is that where they live?"

An Ning Ning pulled Bartholomew to the side and asked softly.

And the other party just shook his head slightly blankly, indicating that he didn't know.

"Then how did you know that the magic of the staircase was condensed by the adults here?" She was speechless and asked.

Bartholomew smiled at her, a little smug, "I heard about it from a monk passing by when I entered the palace!" ”

……

Humanity's deepest fears are often the unknown.

So before that, even if the children who were sent to church knew that they were going to die, or even how to die, they were unwilling and desperate when they could not know the reason for their death.

This means that they do not see the slightest hope that the revolution can be victorious and that it will overthrow everything.

Alex was lucky.

The puzzles that had been laid out for decades with young lives, including even the lives of his parents, finally came this year and had an answer.

And he was unlucky.

Because even if the reason is figured out, the result is still inexplicable - he still has to sacrifice.

Probably like this, after him, maybe no one will have to sacrifice again.

The elders of the League didn't ask for him, but he still knew that it was a cruel choice for him.

- Will he die this year, or will he die in two years.

Since he entered the academy, the alliance has not sent any more children in, so from a certain point of view, even if there are young magicians who have been elected to the palace and died in the past two years, it will not hurt their people.

But no one can be indifferent to this.

Those are all living beings, all the youngest blood.

However, even Dwight, the most resolute and stern in the League, could not open his mouth - let him be selected this year to avoid the sacrifice of other children in the past two years.

How could he ask a child of the same age to do that? To die early?

Dwight couldn't do it, and Edmund and John Sr. couldn't do it.

Alex was well aware of their dilemma - in fact, he might have been determined to die early, but now, he has also begun to have nostalgia and reluctance.

There was a softness in his heart—the girl who was willing to be his knight.

However, the vacillation was only for a moment.

For a long time, his determination from a young age had prepared him to be alone on this path.

He wanted to say goodbye to the girl one last time, but he didn't expect that she would go to the land of death before him.

Alex wandered under the tower of the dean's room.

He had wanted to ask about what he had said last time about the magician's assessment in a few days without arousing the suspicion of the other party, but now that he heard the news from David, he couldn't wait for a day. Take a hundred plating to read the latest chapter of "Fast Wear, No Tranquility Claw Book House" for the first time.