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"Lord Astyk, the Archbishop of Sunnah asks for a meeting. ”

In an inconspicuous house, a young man in a sackcloth uniform stood in front of an old man and bowed his head slightly.

The old man was also dressed in inconspicuous brown clothes, and his voice was calm, "Let him in." ”

The young man bent slightly and walked out of the room.

After a while, Theodore walked in with his round body.

The jewels and gorgeous uniforms are incompatible with the simple and simple environment here.

But there was no arrogance on his fat face, his posture was humble, his tone was respectful, he stood in front of the old man and bowed his head as well, and said, "Dear Astyk, one who walks the world in search of balance, the church needs your help now. ”

The old man's voice was clear, as if he was chanting an elemental hymn.

"Archbishop Sunnah, as I said before, I will not intervene unless the Church is at stake. ”

In the bland words, the rejection is extremely strong.

But Theodore did not give up, and obviously it was not the first time he was rejected, he raised his head, felt the surging fluctuating power in the old man in front of him, and his voice did not have the slightest anxiety, "Lord Astyk, you have witnessed the disappearance of the Pope, and everyone is waiting for you to tell us the truth, and the current Church cannot do without a wise leader." ”

But the old man didn't have any superfluous nonsense, and his tone was indifferent, "Gade, send off." ”

The young man standing outside the door walked into the room and stood beside Theodore, with a tone that was neither humble nor arrogant, "Please, Your Excellency the Archbishop. ”

Secretly scolding these stupid, unworldly ascetics, Theodore looked at the old man before leaving, and said noncommittally, "But please don't forget your identity, you can't escape this responsibility." ”

Without even having to 'send' him off, Theodore strode out the door.

The old man listened to Theodore's footsteps in the distance, and his heart was a little stunned, has it been almost six years since the young man and King Elon were swept into the turbulence of time and space at the same time?

Time is fleeting, and it seems that without the guidance of that young man, the church has begun to decline.

...

And in the holy city of Lotta, a holy knight hurried into the Cathedral of Santa Lotta, which had already been greatly expanded.

In the empty chapel, rows of benches glowed red in the setting sun, hanging from the walls under the huge Holy Flame Cross, where a female knight in armor knelt on one knee, holding a small gold cross in her hand, bowing her head in prayer.

"Master Knight, we've found the Gray-Clad Sword Saint!"

Samiyah slowly got up from the ground, turned his back to Rhodes, and said slowly, "What about his reply?"

Rod's face was a little bitter, "Master Maidste, you should know his character, since the disappearance of the Pope, there is no one who can restrain him..."

As if in anticipation, the beautiful face of the female knight was covered with vicissitudes, and she did not say anything, but stood quietly in place, staring at the huge cross on the wall, as if the person had never left.

And Rhodes was silent for a long time when he saw Sameer's appearance at this time, "But my lord, Loren asked me to tell you that if the church is facing destruction, he will not stand idly by. ”

Seeing that the female knight still didn't speak, Rhodes bowed his head slightly and left here.

Only the lonely back of the female knight in the empty chapel remained.

...

Northeast of the continent, barbarian dominions.

This barren, snow-covered land all year round, no one but its owner will have the desire to conquer it.

The royal family of Bolan simply sent envoys to directly assign this wild land to the barbarians, and the two sides were at peace.

It was getting late, and unlike the hot and humid south, the wind was still howling and the snow was piling up like mountains.

The Golden Hammer tribe, which had no place in Escinze, migrated here a few years ago.

Hides and skins learned from the barbarians are a perfect complement to the extreme cold climate.

The blazing brazier rested on the ground, bringing some dim glimmer to the tent.

A kingdom official stood in front of Hilda at this time, with an arrogant expression, "Alien, as long as you nod now, the royal family will stand up and consolidate your legitimate position here, how about it?"

Glancing at the kingdom official who had come more than once, Hilda sneered, "Isn't my answer clear enough? Get out of my tent!"

The kingdom official was not angry because of Hilda's tone, and raised his eyebrows, "Your Excellency, you must think clearly, this is your last chance, if you are willing to stand up and admit that the first Pope has undoubtedly died, your people will not only obtain legal status, but the kingdom will no longer restrict your freedom of movement." ”

"If you think about it carefully, you only need to say a few words at the Pope election ceremony in three days' time, and your people will be favored by your choice, otherwise..."

Showing a malicious smile, "The royal family will not tolerate a group of alien races living in the kingdom, who knows if you alien races will bring some terrible diseases." ”

Hilda's heart at this time seemed to have two voices fighting for control of her body.

She can't forget the human who disappeared in front of her eyes anyway, the root of everything is because of herself, if she chose to die back then, so many people would not have been hurt for her.

It was because of the High Elves' constant pressure on the Thundering Clan that she was forced to bring her people to this barren land.

At least I can find a hint of familiarity here.

And because he had witnessed the human being disappear into the turbulence of time and space, almost all the huge forces involved in the change of the Pope came to him.

Without being completely sure whether the Lord was really dead or missing, no one dared to set up another pope!

Although Mien has disappeared from this world, his remnants have always stayed in the north, so that the change of the Pope has been delayed for two years!

She'd killed her friend for running away, and now, she didn't want to be coerced by anyone anymore!

His tone was extremely tough, and he pointed directly at the official with his delicate little crossbow, "Get out of my tent! immediately! I said, I don't know where that lord went, you can't force a noble race to go against the reproach of your soul for your filthy plot!"

The official immediately raised his hands, looking slightly nervous, "Relax! Since you refuse, then I will leave now. ”

It's not that they haven't thought about using strength before, but this half-blood dwarf is not something that ordinary soldiers can deal with at all.

Moreover, the Holy Knight Captains of the Church were somewhat ambiguous about this alien race, so they could only use coercion and inducement. (To be continued.) )