But in exchange, you'll have to promise me one condition.

If it had been a young Belvede, he would have said to Elisa, "The condition is ...... Beautiful young lady, please give me a kiss of yours. He would say such things to any young and beautiful woman, but the results were often bleak - he had been hammered into a pig's head by Meria more than once for such things.

Belvede was very happy about it, and he thought that the more Melia chased him with the hammer, the more it showed his place in Melia's heart.

And now he didn't say that.

It's not that he's grown up, it's that he's really not in the mood to do such a thing now. Because at this moment, his Melia was on her way to the royal city, and she was very likely to fight Lin Qiu. Lin Qiu also had a reputation in the Chaos Sect, counting his past achievements......

Vs Oberdeon, Oberdeon loses.

Vs Kroll, to no avail.

Vs Grayla, easily defeated for the first time, tied for the second time.

Fighting with this kind of guy, Melia is really lucky. However, he had also heard about the relationship between Alyssa and Lin Qiu, and perhaps she was the only one who could stop this dispute.

"I've heard you talking to the Bishop, and you seem to have decided that the massacre nine years ago was not Meria's. Why?"

For at least the vast majority of people, the rebellion of nine years ago has long since been sealed. After the cold winter months, the plebeian and the aristocratic classes finally reached a reconciliation, and both sides were satisfied with the ruling of the church and the V, and after the cold winter months, the food shortage was resolved, and the life of the people of the imperial capital returned to the pre-war peace.

If there are any people who are dissatisfied with this and vow to find out the truth of the incident, I'm afraid the only one is Ella.

The adopted daughter of Canor, the orphan of the traitor.

It wasn't until the advent of Melia and Belvede that Alyssa revisited this history. She wasn't a Knight of the Round Table at the time, and she was limited in what she could see.

"Alyssa, I know what you're worried about. ”

Belvede smiled: "Melia is my lover, I can see her changes better than anyone else, and I can't be deceived by her? Will I favor her because of subjective emotions? Even, will I favor her knowing the truth?"

He could understand Alyssa's doubts, and it was easy to answer them.

He didn't need to come up with any evidence, just one sentence......

"I'm convinced that the massacre nine years ago wasn't Melia's, she just took the blame for someone else that she shouldn't have bore on her shoulder. ”

Alyssa frowned.

She felt that Belvede's reasoning was a little untenable.

Melia's status at the time was only below that of the Knights of the Round Table, and if she had any questions about the outcome of the trial, the Church would certainly send someone to investigate the matter thoroughly. But as far as Elisa knew, Melia never refuted any of the accusations against her when the Senate pronounced the verdict, and when the dust fell, she removed her church armor and left the church alone.

This is clearly illogical.

She was only one step away from the Knights of the Round Table, so why should she be burdened with a crime that did not belong to her?

Suddenly, Alyssa froze.

The dark green flames beneath Belvede's skull mask shook violently.

"Did you guess?—— I'm sure that Melia is innocent, the culprit who slaughtered the rebels nine years ago is standing in front of you right now. ”

To confirm his words, Belvede pulled back his sleeves, revealing the black crow mark on his arm.

The Chaos Cult is not stupid, and spying is far from being as simple a job as it seems.

If a Knight of the Round Table wants to enter the upper echelons of the Chaos Sect, it doesn't take a word or two of fancy words or three or four simple tests, the Chaos Sect has a more reliable means of controlling people's hearts - Grela's mark. It took Belvede a full year to adjust and get out of its control, but in the year he was out of control, he was in a state of chronic mental disorder at one point.

Belvede still remembers the conversation Cyndora had with him that night.

The woman was extremely cunning and had a femme fatale heart.

"Belvede, you're doing a great job. ”

At that time, Sindora stood on the high tower, admiring the spectacular scene of the rebel riot, the people lit the streets with torches, and the howls and screams became the accompaniment of the night: "Worthy of the Knight of the Round Table, the efficiency and means of doing things are really amazing, in just a few days, he provoked the confrontation between the rebels and the kingdom, and successfully deceived Princess Sophia......" After a short compliment, Sindora changed her words: " However, the rebels down there are far from you, and to be honest, I can't trust them, and even if they send the young princess to them, they may not be able to catch her. So your last assessment is...... Personally deliver Princess Sophia to them. ”

......

"Are you alright?" asked Alyssa, seeing that Belvey was silent.

"The first time I tried to resist the Mark of Grayla, something went wrong...... By the time I regained consciousness, there were corpses all around me, and the sword in my hand was right in front of Melia's throat. But now is not the time to judge my sins, and if you wish, I will come to you myself when it is all over, and let you carry out your justice, until then......"

Before he knew it, there were more birds and monsters hovering outside the window, and the black-pressed monsters were hovering over the church, and Belvede vaguely felt that something was about to happen.

He had to end this conversation as soon as possible, and perhaps Sindora's plan had already begun.

There was not much time left for him.

"In exchange, please take care of Melia for me before it's all over, with the same mark on the back of her hand as I did, everything she is doing at the moment is not out of her mind, and I am sure that no matter how much time passes, her faith will not change - please, Elisa!"

"Boom-"

The roar of the impact drowned out Belvede's words, and a dark shadow knocked a hole in the wall in front of them, and the man with a goatee lay on his back on the floor with his face to the sky and chirped for a long time without getting up.

"Yo, Alyssa, what an adventure!"

Ramov looked up at Alyssa, and he felt like his old waist was about to break.

When Alyssa turns her gaze back to Belvede, she finds that the latter is long gone.

"I hate to disturb you, but now is not the time to be in a daze. ”

Ramov slammed his crossbow into the hole.

A scorching wave of fire lit up the sky, and the sky above the imperial capital was lit up with flames gushing out from the flames.

At this moment, everyone in the imperial capital invariably looked at the sky above the imperial capital - the giant red shadow hovering in the night sky crashed straight into the church, and the cold winter night became like an unstoppable summer heat.

Their gaze was like a miracle.

Dragon!

Dragons really exist!

However, this is not the winter dragon Hero in Holutiah's historical biography, which is all red, and a pair of dragon eyes are staring at the church headquarters.