God spoke to the remnants of the Noldor and the men, saying,

I make a covenant with you and with your descendants,

and make a covenant with all your living creatures that are with you, birds, and livestock, and beasts, and all living creatures that come out of the Garden of Eden.

I make a covenant with you that every flesh and blood will not be destroyed by the flood, neither will the flood destroy the land again.

And God said, The everlasting covenant which I have made with you and with all your living creatures with them is marked.

I put the rainbow in the clouds, and it will be a sign of my covenant with the earth.

When I cover the earth, a rainbow will appear in the cloud.

And I will remember the covenant I have made with you and with every living creature of flesh, and the waters will no longer overflow and destroy all flesh.

And the rainbow shall appear in the clouds, and when I see it, I shall remember my everlasting covenant with every living creature of flesh and blood on the earth.

God said to Avadain, "This is the sign of my covenant with all flesh and blood on the earth..."

Angel's gentle voice speaks of God's mercy and greatness.

In order to destroy the evil existence and those evil creatures, the god of Nidaya in her mouth had to send divine punishment to destroy the original paradise, and guide the remnants of Noldor and mankind to this new continent of his creation, and make an eternal covenant with the living beings...

The Count listened quietly, and the irritability between his brows gradually calmed down, and the tyrannical mood vanished, and turned into a kind of peace emanating from the bottom of his heart.

All night.

He didn't drink, he didn't have fun.

He heard about God's creation of the world, creation of life, and destruction of all of it.

He wept over the farewell between the twin elves Avadine and the brother and sister of Alsia.

Angry at the oracle's sky-high price as a bargaining chip for his aid.

It wasn't until the candlelight had burned out of the wax and the sky was already glowing with a hint of fish's belly that the Count woke up suddenly.

Lance was gone.

"What about the back?"

He didn't care, he had forgotten his intention to come here in the first place, but instead looked at Angel with longing eyes, just like the believers around him.

"Would you like to be a member of the Temple of Order?"

Angel ignored his question, and instead addressed the Earl, as if asking all the believers.

"Yes!"

"I do!"

"Baptize us, Your Lord!"

A chaotic reply sounded one after another.

The Earl opened his mouth, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes.

Admittedly, he was a little moved, but in the absence of the rules, should he make up his mind to join it?

He's not like those commoners, he's the Earl of Livingston, the lord of Silverblade Castle, he's powerful, he's many, many...

"What do we need to do for the temple?" the Count asked.

His majestic voice stirred up the fanatical civilians.

"Yes, what do we need to give to the great God? money? or something else?" Someone came back from his frenzied emotional state and began to retreat from his purse. Those are the farmers who believe in themselves more than others and are more financially affluent.

"Blasphemy! You are blasphemy!" a poor yeoman farmer cried out, "If God needs it, I will give everything for it!"

"Haha, you've got nothing!" someone sneered disdainfully.

"At least I've got my life!" the farmer retorted, blushing.

"Oh, what if God told you to die now..."

"You don't need anything, as long as you are willing to insist on love and justice in your heart, God will protect you. Angel interrupted the argument with a loud voice, and although she was a little dissatisfied in her heart, she still smiled at them calmly, and said softly: "Nidaya is a good and merciful God! ”

"But this is not a bargain!" she said with a sudden change of words, and said with some sternness: "Whoever enters the temple is extraordinary, we are His warriors and shepherds, walking on the earth for His mission, maintaining the peace of the world, and preaching love and justice in our hearts..."

As Angel whispered, the lines on her forehead suddenly lit up.

"Oh my God!"

"Is it a miracle?"

There was a commotion below, and people scrambled forward to get a closer look.

"Don't be anxious, open your heart and accept its test. Angel's gentle voice rang out.

As her words fell, the dazzling light shone brightly and fell on the foreheads of all beings.

.......

"Ding-dong!

"Freshly baked white bread costs only 10 dinars a piece!"

"Undertake all kinds of armor repairs, a century-old store, trustworthy!"

"Does anyone need fruit? sweet and sour fruit..."

The sound of the horse's hooves was accompanied by rhythmic vibrations, and the Count of Carolus stretched and looked out the window in a bit of confusion.

Horse-drawn carriages are driving down the bustling avenue, which seems to be in the market of Ryan City?

"Strange," exclaimed the Earl, with some confusion, "Pete, where are we going?"

"Didn't you tell me to go to Duke Alexis's dinner?" said Pete, the coachman, as if surprised.

"Did you suddenly change your mind?" he thought.

"Dinner?"

The Count felt that the doubts in his heart were getting stronger and stronger, as if his memory had suddenly become a blank, and the feeling of wanting to remember anything but not remembering anything made him a little irritated and ruffled his carefully groomed hair, and a few half-white strands of hair fell down.

"Oh, yes, the dinner...!" the memory came back to his mind, and the count recalled the purpose of his trip, but still felt a little empty in his heart, and he couldn't help muttering in frustration, "Could it be that I missed something in the time I took a break?"

Before he could think about it, the rough voice of the captain of the guard outside the carriage sounded: "Hey, little ghost, get out of the way!"

"What's the matter?" the Count asked, a little dissatisfied, and the flash of light in his mind was lost by the captain of the guard, and he opened the curtain with some annoyance and looked out of the car.

"Report to the lord, there is a little beggar who stopped in the middle of the road and refused to leave. Feeling the unkind eyes of his own adults, the captain of the guard hurriedly responded flatteringly: "My subordinates will drive him away!"

Without waiting for the Count to reply, he kicked the poor boy in the chest, kicking him upside down and flying backwards, leaning limply against the wall of the nearby shop.

"Phew, bad luck!"

Dissatisfied with the blood stains on the soles of his boots, the captain of the guard walked over while scolding, and stepped on the child's body a few times, but unexpectedly he hugged his thighs all of a sudden.

"You're looking for death!"

The captain of the guard was instantly furious, and with a choked sound, he pulled out the long sword at his waist and raised it high to cut it off.

The onlookers suddenly turned their heads a little unbearably.

No one stopped it, that kid offended the nobles first, according to the criminal law of the kingdom, even if the person concerned is not investigated, he will be chained around his neck, and he will kneel on the street for three days and three nights to show the public, and he will definitely deserve to die under the sword of the nobles.

"Wait. ”

The Earl's calm voice caused the captain of the guard to stumble, forcibly changing the trajectory of his sword and slashing at the stone wall beside him, and his waist couldn't help but make a muffled click.

"Your Excellency—" He glanced at the Count with some resentment.

Holding his waist and hips with one hand, looking at the small hole that his sword knocked out, he felt inexplicably heartbroken.

"What is he talking about?" the Count asked, vaguely hearing the little beggar muttering something, with some confusion.

The carriage was a little far away from him, and he couldn't hear it clearly.

"Speak louder, boy. The captain of the guard kicked him lightly.

"Help me, Lord Earl!help me!" Perhaps seeing a glimmer of hope in the count's behavior, the little beggar suddenly cried out hoarsely.

"Oh?" the Count waved his hand to stop the captain of the guard from trying to commit violence, and asked with some confusion, "What do you think I can do to help you?"

"Bob, Ryan's sheriff, that damn fat man!" the little beggar finally let go of the captain's thigh, and cried out in grief, "He framed my family, put them in jail, and burned down our house, my sister... My sister has been taken by him!Please, Lord Earl!Help me!Help me, save my sister!"

"Bob..."

The Earl vaguely remembered that it was a fat man with an astonishing weight, but he forgot which family he came from, but he remembered that it seemed to be a very good person, and there were often some satisfying small gifts to offer, so that everyone was more satisfied, even if there were some bad rumors, most of them were covered up for him, and occasionally some people were afraid that the black work with dirty hands would come to him to solve, and the reputation was not bad, except that the fee was a little expensive.

"Is this not a good deal with the tail?" muttered the count, glancing at the little beggar's pitiful appearance.

It seems that Sheriff Bob seems to have messed up this time, and it is estimated that the business that has been painstakingly run for many years will have to be hemorrhaged once to stop the mouth of the people.

He didn't plan to pay attention to these things, there were too many troubles, too many people and things involved, and it was easy for people to misunderstand his motives, thinking that it would be the beginning of a conspiracy.

But maybe it's because of compassion?

The Count didn't even know how he could suddenly have such a strange thought, and the curtain that was about to be lowered was pulled back open.

"Get in the car. He said.

"Your Excellency?" the surprised voices of the captain of the guard and the little beggar sounded.

"I said get in the car. The Count affirmed, "Tell me well, maybe I'm a little interested." ”

He noticed that some of the people on both sides of the street who had been watching the bustle had changed their faces, and hurriedly pushed away the crowd and turned into the alley, presumably reporting to their master.

I believe that it will not be long before this news will spread in the small circle of the superiors and become a malicious conjecture.

Who knows?

It's like everyone doesn't know why one person builds a wall, and the other immediately wants to know what's on the other side of the wall...