When the black ship docked, the entire harbor fell silent. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info everyone stared in silence at the sharp outline it cast in the dimness.

There was a cold wind with a thick fishy smell blowing from afar.

Lancelot covered his mouth and coughed suppressedly, and for a long time, wiped the blood from his fingers with a handkerchief.

A low sigh rang out from around him.

Mephistopheles reached out and handed him a small hand warmer. Lancelot didn't refuse, holding the hand warmer, and his face became a little ruddy.

"How long can your body last?"

Mephistopheles' blind eye seemed to fall on his chest, and through his clothes, he saw the old disease that lingered in his heart, "The doctor should have told you that you shouldn't have come out." ”

"There are always exceptions. ”

Lancelot shook his head, stared at the silent shadow, and whispered, "I want to see him, I want to." ”

"Lancelot, everyone who came here thinks. ”

Mephistopheles' cloudy pupils stared ahead, but it was as if everything had fallen into their eyes.

The pair of blind eyes looked down on the crowd, looked at the commoners, nobles, merchants, and soldiers, and made out their faces one by one, as if they were seeing what was in their hearts.

"Some people are in respect. ”

"Some people are for the position. ”

"Some people want to put on a show......

He paused, and his blind eyes landed on the outermost part of the harbor, above the surging crowd that stretched to the end of the road, and a hint of exclamation and awe appeared in his cloudy pupils.

"And some people come to see the legend. ”

At that moment, a deep voice sounded.

First came the muffled echo of the steel armor's pivotal grinding, followed by the sonorous echo of the iron boots on the deck, and hundreds of men gathered into legions, assembled in arrays, and advanced into a mighty roar.

The dead waters turbulent before the sound, making waves.

The cold sea breeze swept through, blowing the faces of those who were trying to squeeze out a smile white.

The people who rushed forward to show themselves and friendship for the first time were stunned.

He froze in place at that voice, and couldn't help but want to back away.

Because in the light of the wind lantern, the crimson flag was once again raised, and the holy emblem swept forward in the wind.

Two columns of armored knights, blackened by the blood of demons, stepped out of the slowly opening gate, and the steel armor reflected the cold light in the light, so hideous.

The burly and inhuman priests, holding high the crimson banner, opened the way at the front, wearing chains and hoods, but their robes were covered with heavy iron armor, which echoed with a sonorous echo as the nails rubbed against the blades of the muffled footsteps.

The priest who led the way straighted forward, as if he did not see the welcomers who came to him, and did not slow down. It makes those passionate smiles stiff and unsustainable.

The men who came forward hurriedly retreated, the warm welcome atmosphere was broken, and the silence was awkward.

"This ...... What's going on?"

Several representatives of the nobility wiped their cold sweat and glanced at each other, and someone was pushed out, barely mustering up the courage to meet the priest who led the way.

But the advancing procession never stopped at all, and slowly moved forward, so that the representative who stopped in front was stunned, and his face became more and more pale.

Until finally, the footsteps stopped in front of him.

The priest holding the banner lowered his eyes as if to look at him.

In the dim light, the burly priest cast a thick black shadow over the pale face, so that he could not help swallowing and spitting, and smiled reluctantly:

"Down there's Chief ...... Avalon"

"Bow your head. ”

A hoarse voice sounded, interrupting him.

In the blurred outline of the backlight, there seemed to be a cold and indifferent gaze, with a majesty like iron, which made it difficult for him to maintain the smile on his face, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

He looked away, not daring to look at the pupils again.

The priest withdrew his gaze and declared coldly:

- Fear of the gods. ”

In the dead cold wind, only the holy emblem hunted above the flag.

Faint footsteps sounded from afar.

Under everyone's gaze, the emaciated figure stepped out of the darkness and walked along the path paved by the purifiers, into the dim light.

In the dead silence, the sound of breathing was gone.

Only the faint sound of footsteps echoed.

With the roar of steel grinding, the armored knights fell to their knees and bowed their heads to the rulers, and in the midst of the clergy's guards, the emaciated young man stepped off the ship and stepped onto the harbor, snorting into his palms in the cold wind, rubbing his hands together, as if he was not accustomed to the cold of winter.

The sash of lapis and gold fell from his shoulders and fell on the sacrificial garment. It was not the crimson that the archbishops loved, but a purple with a deep color.

Under the swaying wind lamp, the white hair was blown by the wind, like burning mercury.

In the silence, he stood on the shore and gazed at the city that had been lost for a long time. It was only a brief four-month goodbye, but everything turned out to be completely different.

A lot of things have been changed.

Everything that used to be is gone.

But what is in its bones has not changed

Avalon......

"Finally back. ”

Ye Qingxuan muttered softly.

Beneath the fluttering crimson emblem, he looked down on the crowd and raised his hand, just like the emperor who had been here, proclaiming the truth to mortals.

- God bless Anglo. ”

And so, a tsunami of cheers rang out.

The crowd is surging, as if it is boiling.

The earth shook with countless chaotic footsteps, and the dust flew up, turbulent in the air, and trembled in the shouts of countless people.

The frenzied crowd stared at the emblem and the young man's figure, waving their arms and surging forward, trying to cross the forbidden area again and again, no matter how the guards on the perimeter tried to stop them.

Countless people held high the wind lantern in their hands, waved their arms, and shouted at Ye Qingxuan, using all their rhetoric to praise.

As Ye Qingxuan moved forward, the banner of the Holy Emblem was held high in the gale, and the believers became more and more fanatical, bowing down towards the salvation that descended in front of them.

Gradually, the jumbled shouts overlapped into the same word, the same voice.

"Hand of God!"

The crowd looked up at Ye Qingxuan's figure and praised feverishly: "Hand of God!"

"Hand of God!!

The cries of countless people gathered together in one place, and they shook the heavens and the earth.

It's the murmur of a silent city.

It is as if the true Master has finally arrived, respectfully offering everything and humbly asking for salvation from the comer.

In the deafening shouts, all the people in front looked at each other, and their faces changed slightly.

Obviously trying to maintain his composure, he couldn't hide the horror and jealousy that appeared in his eyes.

They are not unaware of Ye Qingxuan's identity and past, as early as the moment Ye Qingxuan returned, his past information and past were placed in front of countless people.

In the beginning, they wanted to join forces and take this powerful force into the palm of their hands. Later, when they saw the strength, they were eager to make friends with the returning guest.

But now, they don't even have the courage to stay here and introduce themselves.

At that moment, they finally understood that it was not a loyal soldier who came here, not a naïve hero, or a politician who could impress with interests and compromises.

The priest said to them, "Bow your head and fear God."

Beneath the dark purple sacrificial cloak and the sacred ribbon of righteousness was not the young man they had expected, but the archbishop canonized by the Holy City, the Grand Inquisitor of the Requisition, the 'Hand of God' who came with iron and fire!

All mortals who were intoxicated with power and lust were like dust in his eyes.

"Another madman......"

Someone whispered.

"Lancelot, don't you understand?

Mephistopheles looked back and looked at the lost Lancelot:

"Avalon has changed, old friend, and the world has changed. He's no longer the little kid you once was.

I know what you're thinking, but you can't change him. ”

Lancelot's eyes were downcast, just silent.

In the cheers of the crowd, Ye Qingxuan stepped forward and smiled when he looked at the old archbishop in front of him.

"Archbishop Mephistopheles, it's good to see that you're still safe. ”

He habitually wanted to salute, but when his palm was raised, he was stopped by Mephistopheles.

The cloudy blind eyes were raised, as if looking at the young man in front of him, and after a long time, he smiled with emotion.

"You are already the hand of the gods, Your Excellency the Archbishop, and you need not salute me. ”

As he spoke, Mephistopheles took off the seal ring representing power on his index finger and put it on Ye Qingxuan's right hand with great care, and finally, bent down and held his right hand, so that the seal ring touched his forehead.

"I'm old. ”

He smiled, as if he had lifted his burden: "From now on, all the affairs of the Diocese of Anglo will be decided by you. ”

Ye Qingxuan never expected that he had just returned, and the Archbishop of Mephistopheles would hand over Westminster Abbey and the entire Avalon Barrier to himself, which he had guarded for decades.

Although he is also the Grand Inquisitor, in the teaching position, he is still on the same level as Mephistopheles, and even as a regional bishop, Mephistopheles can not pay attention to Ye Qingxuan's meaning at all.

This is a right granted to Mephistopheles by the Order.

But now, he's putting it all into his own hands.

"I'm afraid you have more to attend to, so I won't bother. ”

Mephistopheles didn't wait for him to refuse, but just said goodbye: "I have prepared a station for your subordinates at Westminster Abbey, and I will be there for your arrival in the next time." ”

With that, he retreated with the support of his entourage and left.

It's just that at the moment when he passed by Stone, his footsteps stopped for a moment, as if he was bowing his head, but he was imperceptible.

Until the end, Ye Qingxuan sighed and looked ahead.

Looking at Lancelot, who had been waiting in front of him for a long time, he opened his mouth to speak, but he didn't know what to say.

Lancelot, however, leaned on his cane, pushed away the support of others, and stepped forward.

When I got closer, I looked at his face, as if I was distinguishing the outline of the past, as if I was looking at my family who had returned from a long absence, and my eyes became complicated and relieved.

"You're back?" he asked softly.

"Yes. ”

Ye Qingxuan nodded, and then froze in place.

For Lancelot struggled to raise his arm and hugged him.

After so many years, the first hug, but weakly without strength.

"It's good to be back. ”

He said, "It's good to be back." ”

Ye Qingxuan was silent for a long time, wanting to break away, but hesitated and did not refuse.

Soon, Lancelot realized his gaffe, let go of his hand, and wiped the corners of his eyes in embarrassment: "I'm sorry, I'm a little excited." I've been looking forward to your coming back all these years, and it's great that you're back. ”

As he spoke, he held his cane and pulled Ye Qingxuan to stagger forward: "Let's go, I'll take you back." There's a lot of things I want to say to you, little leaf, a lot of words. ”

But Ye Qingxuan stood in place, looking around, his eyes became confused: "Why is it just you? What about Maxwell? That old bastard, won't he still pretend to be even unwilling to connect with the wind?"

Lancelot was silent for a moment, then reluctantly smiled: "Something happened that everyone didn't expect. There is no way for him to come here for a while. ”

"I'll take you back to rest first. ”

Lancelot staggered his gaze and stopped looking into his eyes: "A lot has happened these days, enough time, you can slowly understand." ”

Ye Qingxuan looked at him, was silent for a long time, and nodded slowly.

"Good. (To be continued.) )