Unexpectedly, Handel died tragically at the hands of the betrayed wolf flute so early, and Rommel, who was stimulated, chose the dark trial sealed by the Silent Mechanism. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

As the center of the world, the Holy City has saved up for hundreds of years, and there are countless ways to quickly improve its strength. Even the Pope himself can help people increase their strength without any side effects.

And Rommel chose the most tragic one.

He himself is an advanced musician killer of the Forbidden School, and after passing the transformation and surgery of the alchemy matrix, he has experienced several torture transformations that can be called hell, and even his skin has festered and peeled off several times.

At the cost of the complete decay of his body, it only took him half a year to step from the distortion level to the top of the master realm, and then he and Ye Qingxuan almost broke through the scepter on the front and back feet.

The difference is that his scepter was blessed by the Red King himself with the movement 'Emperor', inheriting the elements that are most suitable for 'Handel', and then naturally inheriting the holy name and position of his teacher.

However, before he could take up the position of head of the Silent Agency, he withdrew from the Church at the behest of the Cardinal Conference and went to Asgard to participate in this war.

He is an Asgardian himself, a descendant of the declining Blue Flame Clan, the sole heir. It makes sense to serve Asgard as a saint.

For Asgard, this war is more certain.

But for him, it was also the beginning of revenge.

Because of this, the old musician is full of worries.

"It's short, let's cut it short. ”

The old musician turned to the topic: "I'm afraid that other people have also told you about the next situation, if there is no accident, the enemy you will face at sea...... It's the friend of the rebel Wolf Flute, Prince Avalon. ”

When he had finished speaking, he looked at Rommel.

At the mention of the name Wolf Flute, Rommel's expression did not change at all, and he was still cold.

This concentration made the old musician sigh in his heart, and he could only say that he was worthy of being the person in charge of the silent agency, and he kept calm at all times, even if the killing intent was like iron.

"Don't use that name to provoke me, sir. ”

Rommel's eyes drooped: "Are you worried that I will lose?"

"Who is the enemy, I'm afraid everyone will be worried except for the Three Kings, right?" The old musician spread his hands: "After all, who can guess what he will do next?"

"Indeed, Ye Qingxuan has a lot of means, I might as well. ”

There was no arrogance, no modesty, and Rommel's answer was simple and straightforward: "But if he appears on the frontal battlefield, as my enemy."

Well, I'll tell you that I'm going to win this fight. ”

In this regard, he is sure nine times out of ten.

Even if the enemy has natural disasters, why don't the saints have a way to deal with them?

What's more, the situation is by no means so simple.

Even if Ye Qingxuan personally dispatched, the net of Tai would definitely stay in Avalon.

For that kind of non-combat type of national weapon, I am afraid that only by staying in the earth and heaven will I be relieved, and I can ensure that nothing goes wrong. And Ye Qingxuan, who left the ether net, will fall from the Cataclysmic rank to the scepter.

The weakest of the scepters.

People all over the world know that once he leaves the Aether Web, his scepter is useless.

A blueprint?

Which is the strongest between the inheritance of the Holy Name and the Holy Name......

Isn't that self-explanatory?

But even so, everyone still didn't dare to relax at all, in the face of someone like Ye Qingxuan, no matter how much they faced the enemy, it was necessary.

"Since you are sure of victory, then I will stop nagging. ”

The old musician was silent for a moment, and then said, "I will hand over the sea fortress to you, and you will be accompanied by three scepters.

Mr. Rommel, in the name of His Majesty the Emperor, I convey to you the order that this battle will be won.

If you return victorious, then Asgard will spare no effort to support you or revive the Blue Flame Clan. ”

"So, obey below. ”

Rommel saluted His Majesty the Emperor, represented by the old musicians, propped up his cane, and turned to leave.

The old musician was left alone in his chair, staring at the huge map on the wall.

For some reason, there is always unease.

He closed his eyes.

"Ye Qingxuan, ......"

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The sky seemed to reflect the muddy gray of the ground.

The gray-black mud was supposed to be a fertile soil, but now it smelled of decay.

"Lord, please give me salvation. The ragged outcast, prostrate in the mud, kissed Charles' boots reverently: "Please give us liberation......"

Beneath the foul-smelling bandages on the neck and face, one abscess after another, abhorrent.

The sound of wailing came from the wilderness.

Charles looked up and looked around blankly, looking at those blank eyes, incredulous.

"How can there be so many ......"

"That's only part of the story. ”

Paganini said lightly: "Some are landless, some are lepers, some are beggars, some are bankrupt peasants...... There have been years of drought, and last year's frost was so severe. Missing the spring ploughing, they have no hope.

The expelled people have no value, there is too little land in the Caucasus to feed the weeds and not to feed them. You can't save them, and even if you do, they'll die. ”

Charles was silent.

The homeless man in the mud looked up at him, his eyes were broken little by little, and the man wanted to say something, but his broken lips simmered, and in the end, he couldn't say anything.

He limped away.

The sound of a child crying rang out from behind the victims.

Soon, the crying was gone.

Charles kept his head down.

After a long time, he looked back at Paganini: "How much food do we have?"

"We're going to open up wasteland, not to give relief. ”

Paganini shook his head in disappointment: "There is not much food left, everyone has a quota for food, and now Gaius eats coarse bread, who has food for others?"

"How many more?" asked Charles repeatedly.

Paganini sighed and glanced to the side, and the clerk looked through the account book bitterly: "After removing everyone's quota, we still have two pickled fish and five cakes." ”

After listening to this, Paganini looked at Charles:

"How many can you save?"

"yes, how many can you save?"

Charles sighed bitterly, stretched out his hand, and looked at the clerk: "Give it to me." ”

The clerk hesitated, removed two cloth bags from the car, took out two pickled fish, took out five cakes, and finally, took out another bottle of water.

Paganini didn't speak, his eyes drooping.

There are now at least 30,000 outcasts outside the realm, 7,000 in this dilapidated camp alone. Not to mention five loaves, even if everyone's rations are taken out, it is not enough to reach the edge of a drop in the bucket.

Even if everyone in the country squeezes out a little ration, how much can they save?

can only be deaf and deaf.

This is not permissive, nor is it cruel, but because there are more important things to do, and more important values to be preserved.

It wasn't until Charles walked towards the homeless people with the bread and fish that Paganini stopped him. Not out of demagogy, nor doping calculations, but as a colleague's advice.

"Charles, there are times when people are powerless. ”

He whispered, "Let's recognize the reality sooner." ”

Charles looked back at him and smiled.

"Don't worry. ”

He scratched his head and laughed self-deprecatingly, "If I really have the slightest merit...... That's probably 'not human'. ”

Paganini was stunned.

Standing in front of the stunned outcasts, Charles stopped.

The hungry outcasts looked at him, and at the fish and bread in his hands, and suddenly their voices became quieter and louder again.

There seemed to be some incredible magic in that little bit of food, which made the black, emaciated crowd crawl forward, crawling on the ground, gnawing on their fingers, their eyes longing and greedy.

Then, they saw Charles pull out the dagger from the barrel of his boot.

The cold light of the dagger was like frost, and it stopped the displaced people who surrounded them.

Charles was silent for a moment, then raised his dagger and cut off a portion of his tail finger, blood pouring from his fingertips as his bones snapped. The severed finger fell through the gap between the wheat cake and the pickled fish, probably through the gap and fell to the ground, and no one saw it.

When the blood fell into the water bottle, it stained the water red, as if it had turned into wine.

The dagger cut off a strip of cloth and bandaged the severed tail finger, and a smile appeared on Charles' twitching expression, and he bent down to place the food in his arms on the ground.

"Eat. ”

He smiled and took a few steps back: "Not enough. ”

The voices grew loud and loud.

The emaciated victims stared blankly at the Charles, and in the next moment, the crowd swelled, as if the mire was boiling. The men crawled over to the food that had fallen to the ground, snatched the bread, stuffed it into their mouths, and swallowed it with all their might. Stuck in his throat, he raised the level and drank the fermented wine.

Charles took a few steps back, letting them be gluttonous, his eyes pitiful.

Paganini glanced at it, then withdrew his gaze, his face expressionless, but the hand in his sleeve was trembling, trembling irrepressibly,

After a long time, he called the clerk, forced himself to compose, and suppressed his trembling voice, "For a while...... When they're done, you go and collect the leftovers and don't waste them. ”

The clerk looked at him blankly, thinking he was joking, but Paganini repeated it, and he turned away. After a while, when the outcasts had finished eating, the clerk returned, bringing back twelve baskets full of scraps.

A group of people gathered around the basket and were amazed.

But Paganini didn't look.

He carried the crowd on his back, his face pale.

Damn, those idiots, don't understand what this really means......

Hundreds of years later, there was a sudden urge to pray.

"God......"

He raised his eyes and stared into the void of air, and in his pupils, there was a fiery light, as if the gates of heaven were slowly opening and spilling redemption.

It was Eden, the kingdom of heaven created by man.

As if hallucinating, he saw countless dead souls slowly rise and fly into the heavens, as if there really were souls in this world.

It's as if there really is a heavenly kingdom in this world.

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Aha, the second watch, I didn't expect it!