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The music theory of the scepter burst out of it, and it was only the aftermath that turned the dark night sky into a sea of turmoil.

All the musicians were awakened and stared up at the sky.

"It's so hilarious. ”

Standing at the top of the broken bell tower, Naberis looked south, "It's a shame that such a big thing can't be mixed in." Can't you get any closer?"

A beautiful young man who looked like a man and a woman stood behind him, standing quietly, hearing his voice, and slowly shaking his head: "For your safety, this distance is the limit." ”

"They killed me?" said Naberis.

"It's not the parallel scepters, it's the saints. ”

The corners of Paganini's mouth hooked up a sneer: "The Order's tricks haven't changed for so many years. Schubert has no successor, and no one can inherit his talent, only to run by this method.

It couldn't be more cost-effective to give him up in exchange for the power to return to the ruins

But there must be a deeper rule in Schubert's music theory, and if she senses the transmutation of music theory in you, she will definitely pull you to blow yourself up—the result is death anyway, so why not die better for the Order?"

In silence, Naberis thought of the scene of a saint holding himself and exploding, and he couldn't help but shudder.

"What a bunch of crazy people. He muttered softly.

"Who's to say it isn't?"

Paganini's smile became more and more sarcastic: "Isn't it reasonable that a servant of God is crazier than a fallen?"

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"After so many days, the Grand Judge can't help it?"

In the north, the Second Emperor stared at the sky, his eyes playful: "Sacrificing a saint to the ruins with your own hands is enough to free him from the shackles of the Order and become a scepter directly, right?"

"Not necessarily. ”

Beside him, the old musician bowed his head and fiddled with the clay tablet in his hand, and in his hand he grasped the knife and pen in his hand, wrote a series of wedge-shaped notes on the dry clay tablet, brushed away the clay chips, and threw the clay tablet aside. Beside him, clay tablets had piled up into a mountain.

The old musician grabbed it, the earth surged, the soil gathered, and in the steaming, a new clay tablet took shape in his hand, and he buried his head in the wedge, as if he didn't care about the turmoil in the distance.

Hearing someone put forward a different opinion, the second emperor was stunned for a moment, then looked at the old musician respectfully, and asked, "What about you?"

Although he is the second emperor, before this old man, his status is not obvious.

The old man is the support that his mother clan has prepared for him, and even if he becomes the emperor in the future, he will be reused to assist him.

Forty years ago, the old man was already the scepter musician of Asgard. Before the previous emperor died, he served the empire as a staff member. What's even more rare is that he achieved the scepter with a pure school of revelation, and his wisdom is far-reaching, and the second emperor has to listen to his opinion on many things.

"It's very simple, he doesn't lack strength, haven't you noticed?"

The old musician said lightly: "He does not lack strength, nor does he lack fame and money, and even status." If you count carefully, in the intelligence, how many things does he envy others to have a cerebral hemorrhage?

This opponent of yours is a fierce rival who is not inferior to you in any way, and if he had your position, I am afraid that he would have defeated your brother and become the emperor of Asgard.

In this respect, you have to learn from him. ”

Hearing him say this, the Second Emperor frowned, and a displeased thunder flashed in his one eye, but he didn't say anything.

The old musician shook his head, knowing that he was resistant, so he could only break the situation and explain it to him: "It's just a temporary weakness in the ruins, and it's not worth losing a lot of things for the strength in front of you."

The Grand Judge has a long-term vision.

Killing a saint will only give him a scepter. But does he really care if he has a scepter, as long as he is blessed by Anglo, the Golden Medal of Victory, he can gain power that is not inferior to that of the Scourge. ”

"After all, that's an external force, not enough to rely on. The second emperor said.

The old musician glanced at him, "Are you in a hurry to become a scepter?"

As soon as he said this, the second emperor understood.

Will he be in a hurry? After resonating with Odin, he is now equivalent to the blood of a demigod, the future is bright, and the achievement of the scepter is almost a certainty.

The Grand Inquisitor was the same, nay, even more than he could choose.

Whether it is going to the East to climb the path of heaven and man, or inheriting Haydn's music theory and holy name, it is a magnificent road. Even he doesn't need to rely on others, with his talents, it is only a matter of time before the scepter is achieved.

The Holy City can be stuck for a while, but it can't be stuck for a lifetime.

"So he's not in a hurry. ”

The old musician said lightly: "For him, a dead saint is far less useful than a living one. In your opinion, what is the hand he has the advantage in now?"

The second emperor fell into deep thought, and after a long time, he raised his head: "Inquisition?"

"A little bit of a side. ”

The old musician bowed his head: "The Inquisition is just an empty shell, and if it is to be filled, even with Anglo's national strength, it will take more than ten years." The future is strong, but the present is not enough.

But the most troublesome thing about him is precisely this title. ”

"The Grand Judge?" the Second Emperor suddenly said.

"That's right. ”

The old musician said lightly: "This is what the cardinal church regrets the most, right?"

Originally, it was just waste utilization, and the non-performing assets were cut off at the same time, but I didn't expect to move a stone and shoot myself in the foot.

They didn't think about what to do if this Grand Judge was a madman. He is endowed by the title of the Hand of God, and the Staff of Destiny ensures that all that he does is in accordance with justice and righteousness. Other words...... Those who are his enemies are heretics.

In a short period of time, before the Holy City tore his face with him, he could say that there were no taboos in everything he did. There is such a benefit, why did he kill a saint in front of so many people and give people a handle?

Besides, if he really achieves the scepter in the ruins, the Order may not be unable to manipulate him anymore, he seems to have obtained the scepter, but what he can get is only a shackle, and he will lose his crown of righteousness.

And if he can hold a living saint, he is like a chicken that lays golden eggs, and he can't kill chickens to take eggs. Besides......"

The old musician said this, stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but laugh self-deprecatingly, with a bitter smile.

"What do you say again?" asked the Second Emperor.

The old musician sighed softly: "Besides, no matter what we think, even from the harshest point of view, this Grand Inquisition...... All are good people. ”

The second emperor was silent.

It's the most ridiculous joke in the world, but it's true.

People who have reached their status understand that the most expensive thing in the world is neither power nor power...... It's conscience.

Conscience can make people miss opportunities and pay a heavy price, but that one doesn't care.

Everyone knows that he blatantly killed people in front of the gates of the Holy City for the sake of a little girl, provoking almost every institution in the Holy City, and did not hesitate to push everyone to their own opposite.

Absurd, but this is the most credible inference at hand.

- This Grand Inquisitor, the Hand of God, is probably the only conscience in the entire Order, the representative of the character of the Holy City.

Who would have doubted that such a man would plot his strength and kill an old nun?

"If this is a disguise......"

The second emperor couldn't help but laugh self-deprecatingly halfway through his words.

What a stupid question.

If this is a disguise, doesn't it mean that this person is even more terrifying?

The second emperor sighed in a low voice.

"I'm starting to admire him. ”