Slowly exiting the tent, the official cursed in his heart, and he didn't know what to do. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Forced so persecuted by a lowly alien race with no identity background, jumping on horseback and braving the cold wind, the official was already thinking about how to use some exaggerated words to describe the stupidity, arrogance and stubbornness of this dwarf!

Sending the annoying official away, Hilda's body collapsed in her chair as if she had been drained of her strength.

The longing for the death with Mien, the difficulties of the clan's survival, the coercion from the royal family, and all kinds of pressure, Hilda felt that there was a mountain pressing on her chest at this time, making it difficult for her to breathe!

The cold wind howled outside the tent, and the dim glow of the brazier flickered on her face.

...

At this time, Meen and the caravan of the Albizi family came to the outside of the Bucks Fortress.

Even though it was getting late, countless torches were still erected on the heavy walls.

This massive fortress served as the southern gate of the Kingdom of Berland to the Scorching Sun Dynasty, and there was no room for slackening in its defenses.

A tight check-in was inevitable, but fortunately Matt had the documents signed by the Albizi family and the royal family of Berland, and it was not a problem to get through the fortress.

Mien only needs to follow behind the caravan to get through.

Along the way, the expression of the caravan leader was always cautious, and in the face of this legendary first pope, who was almost equivalent to a god, Matt didn't even dare to breathe loudly!

But Mien didn't bother to have too much contact with these people, just warned them not to reveal their identities at will.

However, the conversation between the two soldiers as they passed by the fortress made Mien frown slightly.

"It is said that the coronation of the new Pope will be held in Victory Square in three days, and not only will all the nobles of the north go to watch the ceremony, but even I have heard that the Kingdom of Ainomosen will also send envoys!"

"What are you, but I heard that when the child in His Majesty's womb is born, he will be baptized and accepted as a godson by the new Pope!"

"Shhhh Hell, be quiet, you can't talk nonsense..."

The two soldiers on duty stopped and turned the conversation to their beloved girl.

Will a new pope be elected in three days?

Mien walked past the two soldiers, frowning, if that was the case, then it would be necessary for him to go to Lydney himself before the situation escalated further!

Originally, he planned to go to Al to find Lucia to ask about the current situation of the church, but now it seems that if the new pope is elected, he will face an embarrassing situation after his return.

For believers, everything is a matter of light, sacred and inviolable, and even they have no right to remove the new pope under the lifelong system.

Taking a step back, whether it is the removal of the new pope or the manipulation of oneself, once this kind of thing spreads, it will be an indelible stain on the reputation of the church!

That's what Mien doesn't want to see.

It wasn't until the early hours of the morning that the caravan came to a place where they could rest, Wangshan Castle.

A city that originally belonged to the Capetian family and is now directly administered by the royal family.

Found an inn, everyone was ready to rest after a hard day's work.

Lying on the bed after a simple vegetable soup, Mien heard Marlon say that Reuth was also in the north, and Mien was curious about what the original stubborn boy had become now.

Nothing was said all night.

When Matt knocked on the next door the next morning, Minn was already gone.

It's autumn, and the sun hasn't risen yet, and the air is slightly cold.

Mien was hunched on the horse's back, his eyes narrowing slightly.

The horses galloped underneath.

The black cloak hunted in the wind.

It would take two days to get from Lookout Hill to Lydney at the earliest, and Mien had to arrive before it was a foregone conclusion.

...

At noon, in an unknown village, warm and rustic villagers are holding a gathering to celebrate another year of peaceful harvest.

A young man dressed in a simple gray robe with shoulder-length black hair tied behind his head stood in front of a drawing board, holding a brush in his hand, his eyes always on the villagers, and the paintbrush in his hand was like a butterfly.

Another young girl, with an ordinary face and a bells and whistles, lay on the haystack next to the young man, with a straw in her mouth and her legs crossed, and she could not see what a girl should look like.

"I swear you're the strangest mystical I've ever seen in all this time. ”

Unlike her appearance, her voice is as refreshing as a nightingale.

"If it were a thousand years earlier... No, five hundred years in the morning! None of the mystics are trying their best to reach the pinnacle of power, and how did they come to you and become such unmotivated? ”

The brush in the young man's hand did not stop at all, and the paint, manipulated by the mysterious force, quickly mixed in different proportions according to his mind.

"Vida, human life is so short and wonderful, I don't want to give up my hobby for those ethereal things. ”

The rooster-like girl pouted, "Since you have always called yourself an artist, but look at the clothes on your body, when will you have the same fashion taste as me." ”

At this moment, a man in a black cloak galloped past them.

Merlin continued her painting, but the young girl lying on the haystack suddenly got up and stared at the humans who were gone.

Damn, where did that familiar but annoying aura come from?

That human who is already dead?

"Merlin, I've got something to do, get out for a while. ”

The young gray-robed mage nodded, not caring at all about the thoughts of the young girl next to him, and was engrossed in drawing his inspiration.

I saw that the young girl who jumped down from the haystack seemed to step into the void, and in the next moment, she appeared directly in front of Mien's galloping war horse!

Seeing the human who suddenly appeared on the road, Mien was suddenly shocked!

Afraid of bumping into someone, he hurriedly stopped his horse, and at the same time frowned slightly, how did this person appear just now?

But when his gaze fell on the 'human' standing in the way, he raised his eyebrows, "Oh? I thought it was?"

And the little snake's tone was as expected, still the familiar hoarse voice, "Human, you are not dead, it really surprises me, I said how did a pungent and disgusting breath pass behind me just now, it turned out to be you." ”

The snake's disguise may be able to fool everyone, but it can't fool Meen.

After five years, its body had become as tall as an adult human, and the fine, disgusting scales that had existed beneath the skin had disappeared in favor of extremely pale skin.

The eyes were still the slender pupils of a cold-blooded animal, and a pair of long, demonic curved horns pressed against the door of the head.

The only thing that surprised Meen was that it didn't stick out its tongue like a snake when he spoke. (To be continued.) )