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Now Schubert's scepter turned into a seed and hid in her consciousness, if the one-legged man dared to do this, let alone the Holy City, Ye Qingxuan would not be able to get around him.

It seems that there really is nothing that can be done.

Ye Qingxuan sighed and waved his hand: "It's midnight, let's go and rest, there's no need to stay here." ”

Soon, the masters dispersed.

Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand and adjusted the brazier next to the stone bed to be more vigorous, and the flame that burned out of thin air brought light, illuminating the pages of the inheritance book in his hand.

I can't sleep left and right, so it's better to hurry up and study something.

It just so happened that Schubert's scepter in the first half of the night gave him a lot of inspiration, and he already knew what kind of fateful chapter he wanted.

Ye Qingxuan is ready to seize the time to perfect, it is best to complete the chapter of fate in one go in the next two days, and then wait for the hitchhike of the achievement scepter.

It didn't take long for Ye Qingxuan to hear the sound of breathing steady.

He put down the manuscript, turned around, and saw that the old cultivator on the stone bed had become peaceful, as if she had fallen into a long sleep, and her fingers trembled slightly.

Finally, I opened my eyes again.

This time, the pupils were no longer empty, but old and cloudy, with a gloomy glow washed by pain.

She stared at the broken dome blankly, her eyes fell on Ye Qingxuan's body again, and when she saw the emblem on his neckline, she murmured softly: "Here...... Is it the kingdom of heaven?"

Ye Qingxuan shook his head slowly: "It's a pity, Mama, you didn't ascend to heaven because of your piety and good deeds. God didn't accept you, so you stayed on earth. ”

"Where is this?"

"Return to the ruins. ”

Ye Qingxuan replied.

The old nun's eyes flashed with confusion, as if she could not understand his words, nor did she understand what the ruins were.

Ye Qingxuan sighed: "In short, it's a very troublesome place. ”

The old nun was stunned for a moment, and was silent for a long time.

"That's right, I'm still alive......"

She looked at the wrinkles on her palms and whispered, "The gods love me." ”

"Don't you hate?"

Ye Qingxuan looked at her peaceful expression, and suddenly asked, "You should still have memories, right?" remember what those people in the Order did to you. ”

The old nun fell silent for a long time.

"I remember the days when many archbishops spoke to me, and the Holy See commended me—" she whispered, "it was probably my fate, and it was a blessing for me to have such qualifications."

At least, it's not like it's nothing but prayer......"

Looking at the old nun's calm appearance, for some reason, Ye Qingxuan was a little unhappy: "Where is there someone who was born to be a consumable?"

As if sensing the dissatisfaction in Ye Qingxuan's words, the old nun smiled embarrassedly, "I think...... Somebody has to consume their own, doesn't they? and even more, for the sake of the world......"

The corners of Ye Qingxuan's eyes twitched.

Stupidity.

He withdrew his gaze, not wanting to say anything more.

To be honest, he somewhat regretted his choice.

Although it has long been prepared that the old nun is a fanatical believer, there are many kinds of fanatical believers, many of whom are shepherds and sacrifice everything, but there are also many people who are sheep and are obedient.

She's the latter one.

Of the countless types of people, only this type of person is the least valuable.

I can't even live for myself.

But soon, Ye Qingxuan discovered an advantage of the old nun that made him a little calmer.

No, it is simply an irreplaceable advantage to be placed in the ruins.

- She can cook.

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At dawn in the early morning, when the masters woke up from their meditations, for a moment they almost felt like they were hallucinating.

After a long time, they smelled the broth.

Steaming incense.

The soup pot and the tinder were made by Mabel, the meat was dried dried meat, the spices were only a few peppers, and a few onion slices were sprinkled sporadically.

The salt in the dried meat melts in the tumbling water, mixing with the flavor of the onion, and the stone-like compressed food melts in the soup and boils into a gruel.

To be honest, it was very simple, but after eating compressed food for a week and having had enough of testing his teeth, being able to drink such a bowl of gruel almost made the masters cry.

A master of the Changing Faction has even specially crafted dozens of bowls and spoons, ready to sit down and enjoy.

Soon, everyone was seated at the makeshift table, and the old nun brought breakfast.

Ye Qingxuan picked up the soup bowl, but noticed the old nun's gaze.

She looked at Ye Qingxuan and frowned in confusion.

"Why don't you pray in the morning, Your Lordship?"

“......”

Ye Qingxuan's expression twitched, and for some reason, he felt a sense of regret.

It seems that he has not prayed since he left Father Bane and the church, and in every way, he is really unworthy of the name of the archbishop.

Even so, he still replied stubbornly:

"Not that habit. ”

As he spoke, he lowered his head and prepared to drink the soup, but he felt the gaze looking at him.

Inexplicably, a disturbed conscience.

It's not just him, everyone present is a little weak for some reason.

The old nun looked at the masters at the table and whispered, "Everyone, come and pray." ”

The masters looked up in astonishment and looked at the old nun, whose expression was serious, and gently and patiently proposed: "Pre-meal prayer is a necessary etiquette. ”

Although she is an old nun, for some reason, at this time...... There is an inexplicable majesty.

Ye Qingxuan swore that this was definitely the most devout meal he had eaten this year. After eating, he subconsciously got up and prepared to wash the dishes, and when he looked up, he remembered that he was no longer in the church.

He sighed softly and put the bowl down.

In order to cover up his gaffe, he lightly ordered:

"I have something to do during the day, don't bother me. ”

With that, he turned and left.

Inexplicably, he misses the priest a little.

I don't know if he's doing well or not.

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More than ten hours ago, the northern wilderness was scorching under the sun.

A few hundred kilometers away is an endless desert, and the scorching foehn wind blows from afar, through the thorns and bushes, and through the village gates.

In such a hot summer, even the villagers did not want to come out, and they all hurried to sleep during the day, allowing the fields to be cracked by the scorching sun and weeds to grow.

Beneath the loess wall, there is only an emaciated little boy riding his wooden horse in the thin shadows.

The color of the Trojan horse has long since peeled off in the sun, and only faint traces remain. Even the place where the eyes are blurred, and he is ridiculed by his friends as 'a blind horse.' ’

The child will not be bored, he will always be happy in his own world, imagining himself to be a noble knight, like the adults stationed in the desert.

Wielding his own wooden knife, he bravely fights the imaginary demons.

He had seen the group of knights riding black horses past Akagi in front of the village, and miles away he could hear the sound of thunderous horses' hooves.

The dust was raised, their armor reflected in the scorching sun, and the white cloak behind them had a blood-colored cross.