After the summer, the weather becomes hotter and hotter, and the water vapor on the sea is steaming, but even on the surface of the sea, it still makes people feel thirsty, and under the scorching sun, it seems that the soul is about to dry up, drowsy and painful. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

From afar, in the twisted air, the whole city seemed to be thrown into a steamer.

At this time of year, Avalon has a holiday when most people don't go out, lying at home, pinching the crushed ice in the cellar, and spending this long holiday in the middle of the year.

The noblemen will travel to various places by boat to spend the summer.

This year, however, the expected scorching heat did not come.

Through the opening of the Avalon Barrier, the huge crystal cube hung high above the city, slowly rotating, obviously crystal clear, but it was like a greedy black hole, and the tyrannical temperature sprinkled by the scorching sun was all absorbed.

The temperature is much cooler than usual, and the whole city becomes shady.

It is this shade that reminds countless residents of the existence of miracles.

After a storm, after getting used to this behemoth hanging overhead, everyone's eyes became in awe as they looked up at the sky.

And the turmoil did not stop because of this, but became bigger and bigger as it brewed for several months.

At this moment in the upper city, the headquarters of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of Anglo, has turned into a boiling cauldron.

Since the meeting began three days ago, the controversy has not been resolved, but has intensified. Through the heavy gate, you can still hear the roars of the gentle ambassadors of the past.

The spitting star flew in the face.

Foreign Secretary Anglo's expression twitched, he raised his hand, wiped the water from the corner of his eyes, picked up the teacup with a blank face, and drank tea.

The sound of questioning and roaring sounded in his ears, his eardrums tingled, and under the ravages of a dozen loud gentlemen, the minister's ears had begun to ring at this moment.

Now if you want to be a diplomat, do you have to test your voice and lung capacity first?

He secretly scolded himself in his heart, and quietly moved back a little--the yelled eardrums hurt.

"Anglo's actions have violated our territorial rights! We strongly demand that Anglo abide by the natural disaster management agreement and restrict the ether web under the joint management of all countries!"

"Strongly condemn this irresponsible behavior of Anglo!"

"We hereby call on the two sides to communicate rationally, make the right decisions, and avoid acts of war. ”

"Anglo's deployment on the high seas has seriously hindered our shipping routes, according to the agreement between the two sides, I ask Anglo to lift the blockade immediately, otherwise we will take necessary actions!"

"Doesn't Her Majesty have any response to our credentials?"

No matter how the ambassadors quarreled and yelled, the minister still had empty eyes, stunned, and wandering.

Pretend not to hear.

Roar, roar, scream, scream.

It's useless to roar anyway.

Credentials?

If the national book is useful, what else does the fifth department do?

These fools didn't figure it out at all that it wasn't Her Majesty the Queen who was in charge of things at all, but the Prince of Avalon, who was so uncertain and low-key that he didn't have any sense of existence at all!

Also co-managing the Ether Web?

Disarming the Navy?

Open trade routes?

Hehe.

Dream it, you have everything in your dreams.

The minister rolled his eyes without a trace and looked at the ceiling.

Ah, another hard day......

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"It's hot. ”

Similarly, in the office of Westminster Abbey, the old man in his pajamas leans back in his chair, reaches out and picks his feet, while his white eyes look at the seat opposite:

"Can't you just let that big thing cool any longer? I've been staying up all nights for months, and this damn weather has caused me to take a nap and I can't sleep well. ”

"You're already retired, why bother to be a saint again?" Ye Qingxuan shook his head, "I'm willing to fund the renovation of Westminster Abbey for you to ensure comfort and coolness." ”

Mephistopheles rolled her eyes: "Do you think I'm really short of such a little money?"

"So what's the point?"

"Aren't there only a few pursuits in this life?"

Mephistopheles sighed: "I am not short of money, after making an oath of integrity and keeping, I can't go to find a lover, I have lived for seventy years and am still an old virgin, what can I do except for a good reputation?"

Speaking of this, his expression became more and more helpless and complicated.

That's all he wants in his life.

But now it seems that this thing is going to be ruined by Ye Qingxuan.

"I was still guessing when you would come to the door, but I didn't expect to be unable to sit still so soon. Mephistopheles smirked and glanced at the newspaper on the table, "Because of this?"

"Part of the reason is partly true. ”

Ye Qingxuan shrugged.

That was the Order's announcement.

Once a week.

He used to copy this thing a lot when he was in Roottown, and he could even memorize the number of any issue.

This issue is about the revision of the new canon, and after adding a few entries, it is a few hundred words of nonsense, but it does not mention the most important ones.

The content of the Inquisition began to be censored from the Holy Scriptures, and the evaluation of the Inquisition gradually changed in the history of the Order.

A number of scholars have begun to re-examine the witch hunt, and many innocent cases have been put forward to prove that the Inquisition was out of control and wrong.

For most people, it's not a big deal, but it's interesting.

According to speculation, this is just the beginning, and there will be more ways to gradually subvert the legitimacy of the court and remove it completely.

At that time, after losing justice and righteousness, the inquisition will be insufficient, and even Ye Qingxuan, the hand of God, will become a good, and there will be no legitimacy in the past.

When the two of them talked about this, Ye Qingxuan suddenly sneezed, pulled out a handkerchief, washed his nose in embarrassment, and suppressed the sound of coughing.

"Got a cold?"

"I stood a little high two days ago, and I didn't pay attention to keeping warm. Ye Qingxuan shrugged: "It's cold in high places." ”

"Only now?"

Mephistopheles gloated, "Hurry, huh?"

"Sort of. Ye Qingxuan nodded calmly.

"You deserve it, thanks to your thing, the whole West is in chaos now. ”

Mephistopheles pointed to the top of his head: "But is it really worth it?" Ye Qingxuan, you could have become one of the most powerful people in the world, but now you have to gamble on an illusory possibility with everything. ”

"I think it's a good deal. ”

Ye Qingxuan laughed and copied Mephistopheles's original words: "After all, in this life, aren't there only so many pursuits?"

In silence, Mephistopheles shook her head, and after slowly sliding the cold black tea from the cup, she got up, revealing her large pants and two hairy legs under her pajamas.

He stepped on his slippers and walked to the bedside table, picked up a stack of manuscripts, walked back, and threw them in front of Ye Qingxuan.

"That's what you want. ”

Mephistopheles sighed softly, "I have exhausted all the knowledge of me and the sixteen scribes of Westminster Abbey, and the name Mephistopheles has accumulated a lifetime of credibility, with the support of six denominations, and the original manuscript that took months to write, is here." ”

He put the manuscripts in front of Ye Qingxuan one by one.

"This is the new Book of Common Prayer, the Forty-One Confessions that distinguish it from the Holy City, and, finally, ......"

He hesitated for a moment, but still put the thickest part in front of Ye Qingxuan: "Based on the fragments of the books of the ruins held by the libraries of various sects and the Royal Conservatory of Music, we have rearranged and compiled the teachings.

It's what you really crave.

- A weapon to rebel against the Holy Scriptures. ”

In the silence, Mephistopheles returned to his place: "Congratulations, Your Highness.

From now on, if you wish, a new denomination will be formed, you will be the new leader, the new pope. ”

Ye Qingxuan smiled bitterly, looked at the manuscript on the table, looked up and asked:

"Bishop, does it have a name?"

Mephistopheles pondered for a moment, then replied, "If the past is the old canon, then what is created now should be the New Testament." ”

"The New Testament?"

Ye Qingxuan's chin bowed: "Good name, thank you for everything, Bishop." I promise you that you will be immortal because of it. ”

"Immortal?"

Mephistopheles shook her head and laughed self-deprecatingly: "Forever?"

"It's up to the descendants to decide, everyone can't even take care of tomorrow, where can they manage what will happen hundreds of years later?"

Ye Qingxuan put away the manuscript and got up to say goodbye, but was stopped by Mephistopheles on the chair.

The old man slumped in his chair and looked at him as if his old eyes could really see something.

"Ye Qingxuan, even if you have the New Testament, will you be any different from the Order?"

"Of course it's different, bishop, the Holy Book speaks of the law, but the law does not solve all problems. Ye Qingxuan raised the manuscript in his hand,

And the New Testament will bring the gospel. ”

"Gospel?"

Mephistopheles asked, "Whose gospel?"

Ye Qingxuan thought about it and smiled:

Of course, those who need the gospel the most. ”

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