The old king and Mr. Triro watched as they jumped off the stage, and the corners of their mouths twitched.

"Did you scare him, old man, in any way, or else would he have run away with all his might?" asked Mr. Triro, standing on the edge of the altar of the gods, as he looked down and down. He also wanted to see where the darkness had fallen.

"How could it be possible! I wanted to appoint him as the historian of my kingdom, but who would have thought that in order to escape, he would even use such a fatal method as jumping off a cliff!" Cullen Seth stomped his foot angrily. As a king above all people, this is the first time he has been treated like this.

"It seems that this little guy doesn't have much interest in being a historian, and I knew that I would also win him over. Mr. Triro said with a look of pity.

"Terry, don't try to rob me!" the old king looked like a fried-up lion, and his curly white hair had a slight tendency to stand upright.

Mr. Triroth wouldn't be intimidated by Cullen Seth. I saw him standing with his hands behind his back, and jokingly said, "Old man, it seems that you have forgotten that you have now abdicated and are no longer kings, at best you can only be regarded as kings and fathers! You don't seem to have the right to appoint officials, do you? Even if this little guy becomes a historian, then he is not your historian, he is the historian of your son Buren Jr., and he has nothing to do with your half of the copper!" On the contrary, I am still one of the twelve cardinal archbishops of the Holy See of Light, as long as the little one learns holy art with me, with my careful teaching and the cooperation of countless resources, I guarantee that he will become a priest in three years, a bishop in five years, a cardinal in ten years, and take my place in twenty years. I could see that the little fellow was very fond of reading, and that there were so many books in the Temple of the Holy Spirit that I didn't believe he would be impressed. Tell me, what is better about you than mine?"

If Jean Que heard Mr. Triro's words, then he would definitely be even more glad that he had made the wise decision to escape from here--Wouldn't it be equivalent to letting a wolf learn to eat grass?

The nearby guards and paladins saw their masters arguing here, and could only complain in their hearts:

"Your Majesty, sir, the people are gone, and the two of you are still struggling with these here?!"

It's a pity that our dear king, His Father, His Majesty, and the Cardinal Archbishop have not noticed any of this. With a wave of his hand, His Majesty the King summoned two guards.

"Subordinates are here!" the two guards fell to one knee.

"You two, find someone to draw up a wanted warrant, and I'm going to want that little fellow all over the country!" said the old king.

"Your Majesty, what charges do you want to be wanted?" a guard asked.

"Uh......" The husband obviously didn't think about this issue, and the proposed wanted warrant was just a whim of his. When asked by his own guards, the old king was blindfolded at that time. He thought about it for a long time, and finally came up with a suitable charge to explain why he was wanted: "Just treason, just use this charge." Of course, I asked to be caught alive. ”

"Someone, give a reward, ask for that little guy to be captured alive! Crime, blasphemy!"

Not to be outdone, Mr. Triro placed a reward with a blank face, and this time the reward was actually charged with "blasphemy"!

Blasphemy is the most serious crime in the Holy See. Just hearing those two words, the leading paladin couldn't help but shudder, which showed how heavy this crime was.

In just a short tea time, Dark's identity was detained with two super felonies, one for "treason" and the other for "blasphemy". If it is placed on someone else, such a crime can be sent to the gallows immediately!

"Yes!" the guard and the paladin saluted their respective leaders at the same time, and then quickly went about doing both. Poor our Dark, he doesn't know anything about it, he's wandering down an unknown stone passage right now.

Because the Heavenly Waterfall was very close to the Divine Landing Platform, he fell directly into the waterfall. Sylvia was kicked in by him. Who would have thought that there would be a cave behind the Heavenly Waterfall?

The turbulent waters of the Heavenly Falls make a huge cavern behind the waterfall completely hidden, and it is impossible for outsiders to see inside from the outside of the water, and they can only discover it by jumping in themselves. But who would have nothing to do to jump a 3,000-kilometre waterfall? If it weren't for the fact that he had a whim, he thought of jumping off a cliff. If it weren't for the Spirit Terrace being close enough, he could jump in as soon as he jumped in. If it weren't for the fact that this cave was right where he jumped in, he probably wouldn't have been able to reach this place.

A miracle is usually a result of many coincidences.

Sylvia's clothes were soaking wet. She fell in a dog-gnawing position. The dust that had accumulated at the entrance to the cave for an unknown number of years had stuck to him, and she had to change her clothes, and there were still human imprints on the ground at the entrance of the cave.

The cave was connected to a stone tunnel that was almost entirely artificially excavated from the corners and corners, and the slightest subtle fluctuation of earth magic could be felt in some parts of the walls.

Magic fluctuations can be stored for many years in a confined environment.

"Oh my God, what is this?" As he passed around the corner, Gloomy noticed something unusual in a spot on the ground that was nearly an inch thick of ash.

It was a bone that exuded a grayish-white death gas, with a few small cracks in it.

"Is this a thigh bone?" Gloom picked the bone from the dust, examined it carefully, and finally came to a conclusion—

This is a thigh bone belonging to a Terran male, the owner of the leg bone is about thirty years old, and its owner must be a skilled warrior to have such a thick and long thigh bone at this age.

"These cracks are supposed to be wounds from a sharp object, perhaps a knife or a sword or something. This knife or sword must have been held in both hands, otherwise it would not have been possible to cut into the muscles, and it would have left such a deep wound on such a hard thigh bone, the deepest part of which was already nearly a third of the bone. My God, the dead Terran is a warrior, the level should not be low, can inflict such damage on him, how strong are the people who kill him. He checked the gap in the bone again.

It seems that there was a war here, and it was not small.