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Pure light illuminated the steel altar, and the ancient cauldron above it.

It seems that after thousands of years of time, the stone cauldron has become old, full of cracks, and it is impossible to see the original appearance.

And in the cauldron of stone, there was a faint scarlet ripple.

The empty cauldron seemed to be full of blood, and the void rippled with magnificent blood.

- The Sacred Cauldron.

This is the core of the human world, the sacred cauldron that can be compared to the Hundred Eyes among all the natural disasters, but it does not seem to be as majestic or powerful as mortals imagine.

It's just a simple stone cauldron.

And in the blood in the sacred cauldron, there are ten mysterious and mysterious insignia. Six coats of arms emit a soft glow, while the remaining four coats of arms are dull and unreal.

The old caretaker stared at the coat of arms in the cauldron and couldn't help but sigh.

In the silence, footsteps sounded from afar.

Someone has walked through layers of fragments of the Aether Realm and is coming here.

The caretaker looked back and saw the crimson crown and robes, which were the Red King.

"It's you, Holy See. ”

The caretaker smiled, "It's been a long time since I've been here." ”

In the light of the invisible blood revealed the caretaker's haphazard face, so old and wilted, but it looked ...... It's the same as the Red King!

In the reflection of the light, the Pope walked up to the altar, two faces so similar staggered.

The Pope bowed his head and gazed at the magnificent light in the Divine Cauldron:

"This is new blood?"

"Yes, new blood. ”

The caretaker's smile turned to schadenfreude: "Sad, isn't it? The Pope is the carrier of the Divine Blood, the guardian of the Divine Cauldron. Now that the old blood is not dead, the new blood has been born...... It seems that even the Holy Cauldron feels like you won't be able to hold on for long. ”

The Pope was silent.

He looked down and stared at his hands, as if he could see through the white flesh and see the fine cracks in the bones.

"After so many years, it can't be sustained after all. He said, "It's almost the limit." ”

"You're human now, after all. ”

The caretaker said something that didn't concern him, "Say a thousand things and ten thousand, people will always die, Holy See, it seems that you are not used to it." ”

"You're not worried?" the Pope asked.

"I'm not worried. Of course I'm not worried. ”

The caretaker picked at the fleas in his hair, and the wind was light: "You kind of thing, where do I need to worry." Let me worry about something else. ”

He paused, looked at the Sacred Cauldron, and pointed to the four extinguished badges:

-- The inheritance of the saints should be quickened. ”

"Haydn is old, and he's ready. "When he dies, his disciples will receive his lineage." ”

"That's just the amount we have now. ”

The caretaker shook his head in dissatisfaction: "Of the six people who live today, there are two kings and four saints...... Among the three kings, the Yellow King has fled, you are going to sit in the Holy City, and almost all the burdens are weighed on the shoulders of the contemporary Bach. He was already exhausted just by maintaining the integrity of the human world.

Someone has to fill the remaining four positions.

Before you die, at least clean up the mess you've made, right?"

The Pope said, "I do my best." ”

"You can see better than I do from the outside. ”

The caretaker asked, "Will anyone be able to fill the place of another saint in the next ten years?" that little cub called the wolf flute...... It's Bach's apprentice, I heard that it's okay, hasn't he achieved the scepter recently?"

"The wolf flute? ”

The Pope shook his head: "He is unwilling to inherit the burden, and he directly integrates the simplest subordinate elements, and the background is insufficient."

If he waits another three years, when the Holy City has paved the way for his legend, with his talent, he will be able to merge at least three or more elements of the upper position, and even inherit Bach's crown. ”

"Young people want to be simple and free, not everyone wants to jump into the mud. ”

The caretaker took a handful of nuts from his pocket, threw them in his mouth and knocked: "He's still too young, let him come here in another ten years." By then, he should be a little more mature.

It's only been ten years since I started again.

Twenty years later, he was forty-three years old. As a saint, he is already very young. ”

"I'll keep an eye on it. ”

The Pope said, "You should have someone else, right?"

"How about the third prince of Asgard?" the caretaker suggested, "A hundred generations of peerless talents, even people like me who have stayed at home have heard that he is a generation of masters.

He is only seventeen years old, and he is already a crooked-level musician, and there are sixteen clans supporting him to inherit the throne, and the future is bright. ”

"What he wants is not to be a saint, but to kill his two elder brothers and become the second emperor after his grandfather to rule all of Asgard and reign supreme. ”

"He is not the right man," the pope said. ”

The caretaker shook his head: "I didn't say that the emperor can't be a saint." ”

"Those who can become emperors must not be saints. The Pope said: "This is true in every sense of the word. ”

"What about Rommel?"

The caretaker asked again: "The 'little quick knife' and 'mad dog' of the silent mechanism." Thanks to Handel, he was made of him. At only twenty-four years old, he has already made great achievements. It is said that the demons call him the executioner, he is young and full of blood debts, you must like it. ”

"Fifteen years. ”

The Pope pondered for a moment and replied: "In fifteen years, he will be a qualified saint, but it is difficult to expect it in the short term." ”

"Alfonso of the Southern Isles of Illusions, the strongest genius ever created in the Voodoo Crypt. ”

"After entering the distortion level, there was no breakthrough, it was the voodoo crypt that destroyed him, he was a pioneer, and he should not follow the old path of his predecessors. The scepter is possible, but the saints are indefinite. ”

"There have been a lot of talents in the Chant School lately, is there any chance that the madwoman who studied the limits of cell replication will succeed?"

"Angelina?"

The Pope pondered for a moment and shook his head: "She is too young and inexperienced, and it will take at least twenty years to complete this proposition." ”

"Caspar Hauser? count the time, the bestial inheritance has been done in him. ”

"The scepter is promising. But his brother was more likely to become a saint. But whether he can accumulate it depends on seven years from now. The possibility is unknown. ”

"Isn't he the most favored of the younger generation? ”

"He's dead. ”

"Dead?"

The caretaker was stunned for a moment and shook his head: "It's a pity...... Where's Colt from the Rock and Iron Academy?"

"Dead too. ”

"Wouldn't that imp in Burgundy, known as the Imperial Eagle, also die?"

"Well, it's dead, too. ”

"The Karamazov brothers of the Caucasus Federation?"

"They're all dead. ”

"Damn, has it been popular among young people lately?" The caretaker cursed and looked at the Pope after a long silence, "So, what about the last magical Oriental boy?"

He stared at the Pope, "How is our Marquis, the heir of the great blood of heaven and man, the sword-bearer of Anglu, and at the same time, the son of the Great Rebel, Mr. Ye Qingxuan?"

There will be monsters like him in every era, and if the current momentum is maintained, in my opinion, he will only need five years at most to ......"?" No, he is the least likely. ”

The Pope interrupted him and shook his head categorically: "Ye Qingxuan will never become a saint in his life, no matter how outstanding he is." ”

"Why?" the caretaker was furious.

The Pope looked at him, his tone still cold: "Unless, one day you want the second revolutionary army to appear." ”?“ In the eyes of people like you, humans are unsightly, right?"

"Perhaps. ”

"Is there anything in this world that is perfect for you?"

"Perhaps. ”

"Perhaps, such ambiguous words are really rare for you. ”

The caretaker shook his head in dissatisfaction and stopped talking.

After a long silence, the Pope no longer looked into the Cauldron of the Sacred Cauldron, but instead set his sights on the Keeper.

Those two faces are still absolutely alike, and they are extremely strange.

"Duration. ”

The Pope asked, "How long will it take?"

"It's coming. ”

The caretaker replied.

He turned, walked down the altar with the Pope, and waved.

In the silence, there was a loud roar of steel.

The loud noise was not from overhead, nor from underfoot, but from all directions, as if the entire dark world was roaring with rage.

In the loud sound of steel, countless huge gears turned, levers worked, flywheels rubbed sparks, chains and winches collided, rubbing into a harsh high-pitched sound.

And more importantly, there is the loud heart-like sound.

The 10,000-ton hammer struck the steel to make such a magnificent and shocking sound.

The floor opened under the operation of the complex pivot, layer after layer, and from the cracks rose the blazing glow of lava.

At the feet of the two of them, in the vast abyss, is an endless lake of lava. It is the immense heat that allows this indescribably gigantic machine to operate.

And in the red-hot lava, gears hundreds of meters high riveted each other, spinning endlessly.

Countless steels collided with each other under its tutelage, like an unmanned steel factory.

The Pope's gaze was not drawn by this spectacle, but only stared at the deepest part of the lava factory, the core of countless steel gears and machinery.

The caretaker stood beside him, smiling as he looked down at the vast landscape.

"It's almost ......"

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Evening.

Shire, who has been working overtime frantically for several days, finally got off work at normal times, and it was rare to get four big cats and kittens in the music history department.

It seems to be the first time since I came to the Holy City.

After Abraham obtained the permission to enter and exit, he commissioned the embassy to book a restaurant and decided to pay out of his own pocket to celebrate the occasion.

In fact, the teacher is now the deputy director of the Revelation Academy of the Royal Academy of Music, half of the person in charge.

The principal, a money-loser, doesn't treat the budget as money at all, and the money is extremely fierce, and the money is just as refreshing. Now the various allowances and salaries of teachers every month are a staggering amount.

Abraham, on the other hand, had little to spend money on other than three meals a day.

He doesn't like to smoke and he doesn't like to drink. My favorite thing is to read in my study.

The monthly experimental materials and musician consumables are provided by the school, and after becoming the deputy director, his authority is enough to enter and exit the large library, and there is no need to spend money on books.

As a result, wages have become a bunch of numbers that sit in the Order's bank, and according to current trends, they will only accumulate more and more. After getting used to the hard life, Charles's eyes turned green when he saw the teacher's deposit records. Now I am still begging my teacher to sponsor a little more research funds every month.

He didn't know how much money he had embezzled in the Royal Academy and the recent Order, and it stands to reason that he shouldn't be poor.

But he is a prodigal goods, when he has money, he buys wine and drinks, and when he has windfalls, he fills in his brain holes -- in order to realize his kind of unreliable brain holes, he no longer knows how much money he has spent on it.

Just a few days ago, he had gone the way of the Holy City's Armaments Department, buying half of the scrapped Gospel armor and a large amount of materials.

Of course, he himself said that he was going to redesign an exoskeleton costume for Ye Qingxuan, but the Silent Mechanism didn't believe it at all and was closely monitoring him.

What the hell do you want to do when you buy this kind of war weapon-level armor in the Holy City?

In this regard, Ye Qingxuan could only pinch a cold sweat for Xia Er, and plead for him at the wolf flute by the way.

After this meal, Xia Er, who was about to suffocate under the layers of rules and regulations of the Holy City, said enough bad words, and Ye Qingxuan was pulled by him, helplessly accepting the spiritual pollution. Abraham just smiled and watched.

As a result, everything was quietly eaten by Bai Xi.

By the time they felt hungry, all they could see was a pile of empty plates......

Listening to Xia Er and Bai Xi arguing, Ye Qingxuan and the teacher couldn't help but smile at each other.

It's been a long time since he's experienced such a peaceful life, sitting and eating with the teacher, Charles, and Bai Xi, obviously so noisy, but there is a sense of peace in his heart.

It's like a family.

He stretched out his hand and called for the waiter.

The waiter answered, but his face was bitter.

"Sir...... A guest has just chartered this place. ”

The waiter pointed to the restaurant that had become empty at some point, and said a lot of things like I'm sorry for the free order today, and euphemistically revealed the meaning of "can you leave as soon as possible?"

"Chartered?"

Ye Qingxuan frowned.

Just as he was about to speak, a voice behind the waiter sounded: "I'm sorry, these are my friends." Today I have a charter so that I can have a good conversation with them, and you can go down. ”

Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a moment and looked up.

This is a middle-aged man with some premature aging, about forty years old, with gray hair, but he looks gentle and elegant, and his demeanor is very good.

Amazingly, he was an Oriental.

And, déjà vu.

Ye Qingxuan noticed that Bai Xi's expression was gloomy.

"Sorry to interrupt. ”

In the confused eyes of several people, the middle-aged Oriental man showed a soft smile: "When we meet for the first time, I am Yunlou Qingshu, an Oriental person. ”

He paused, dropping the bomb that had forced everyone into a blindfold.

At the same time, he is also Bai Xi's father. (To be continued.) )