Constantine walked on, and then saw a very large and wide painting, and for a moment froze in place.

The main characters of the painting are a dozen young people, who are on a very high mountain, looking into the distance, with a sea of clouds under their feet.

In the distance, the glow of the setting sun burns the sky and the peaks into a brilliant golden red, and the golden twilight seems to seep out of the frame and sprinkle onto the blue and white marble floor of the temple.

Constantine recognized his mother at a glance, and the woman in white was undoubtedly the most eye-catching object in any place, and her beautiful face was incomparably beautiful against the twilight.

The young people around him also seemed to keep their distance from the woman in white, intentionally or unintentionally, and seemed to be in awe of her.

"It was a portrait of us when we were studying in the City of Dawn, and one of the magicians in the council helped us draw a portrait. The Pope walked up to the boy and looked at the portrait with him, "Some of the people in the painting are dead, some are still alive, and that is me." ”

Constantine's gaze turned away from the woman in white, and he followed the Pope's finger to see the young Pope, dressed in a white linen robe and holding a thick book.

The face of Innocent in the portrait is full of humility and piety, his eyes are not as deep as they are now, and there is a little innocent smile on his delicate face.

"That's Joey, Cizeriel. Pointing to another young man, the Pope smiled, "This old friend has been talking a lot of nonsense back then, and you should know that now." ”

Constantine looked over and saw the young Joey, and couldn't help but laugh for a while, and the Joey on the portrait fiddled with a funny expression, dancing and spitting, looking extremely cute.

But beside Joey, Constantine caught another vaguely familiar face, a young man in a black robe, with a delicate face, but with a bit of gloom and sorrow between his eyebrows.

"Wouldn't this be—" Constantine asked hesitantly.

The Pope glanced at the face and was silent for a few seconds, "You guessed it right, his name is Younas, the black mage you met in the sewers, and the number one heretical mage in the Continent of Icadia in the past fifty years. ”

"He was also a gifted young man, but he was overly obsessed with power, trying to obtain the secrets of His Excellency St. Faust's ruins, and he was secretly involved in the conspiracy of some of the greedy magicians of the World Tree Council to take the pendant from your mother. ”

The Pope said lightly, "It's just that your mother's strength far exceeded everyone's expectations, and of course they didn't succeed. ”

"After the revelation of the matter, most of those magicians were killed by your mother, and Younas was severely injured by me and imprisoned in the prison of the council, until many years after your mother and I left the City of Daybreak, I learned that he had already escaped and changed his face and resumed his life in the shadows of the continent. ”

"This time, you and Diana eliminated him, eradicating a scourge for the people of the empire, and it was also a breath of relief for your dead mother. Pope said.

Constantine looked at the portrait and recalled the day of the battle of the arena, Younas, who slowly dissipated into dust in the twilight, couldn't help but think, the moment when Younas was dying, I don't know if he remembered this scene many years ago?

In the end, the boy just sighed lightly: "It's all over." ”

The Pope nodded, and continued to introduce the characters in the portrait to the young man, "This little fat man's name is Hilbert, he has a very high talent in alchemy, and he is the current owner of the alchemy altar. ”

"The only woman besides your mother is Agnes, you should have heard of her. Pope Francis said. "She created her own forbidden spell magic the year she left Daybreak City. ”

Constantine nodded, the [Frozen Empress] of the Dragon Lance Dynasty, the top three existence among the top ten mages in the continent, it is difficult to think about it.

"The rest of the man, the one with the crystal ball is Laplace. ”

The Pope muttered to himself, seemingly caught in his memory, "This is Menuhin, from the oldest magical family on the continent, and this is Saleen, a natural mage of half-elven blood, who should now be a member of the World Tree Council... Ferrerdo, who is also a great sorcerer, believes in both the moon god and the goddess of nature. ”

"Others, let me think about it, Ilminster and Akid, if you listen carefully to the courses of the Royal Academy, you should know the names of the two of them, the most amazing figures in magical mathematics and plane geometry in the last two hundred years, and the ultra-long-range teleportation magic circle is made by them. ”

"Sidora, he's the most talented of us in magic besides your mother, a magical genius who received the crown badge at the age of fifteen, who is even more accomplished in arcane than Cizeriel, and is proficient in all types of elemental magic. ”

The Pope pointed to a young mage on the portrait, only to see the young mage named Sidora sitting under an ancient tree, reading intently with a book in his hand, oblivious to what was around him.

Names familiar or unfamiliar fell on the ears of Constantine, some of whom have become famous on the continent, and some of whom are still unknown.

But it is undeniable that the figures of this group of peerless magical geniuses who have stepped into the City of Dawn are like monuments, standing forever in the vast magical world, and are admired by countless latecomers.

More importantly, Constantine vaguely felt that in the near future, his life would inevitably intersect with the group of former geniuses in the portrait, the old people of his mother.

Perhaps, this is also the Pope's intention in introducing this portrait.

The Pope stared at this portrait, which he had treasured for many years, and his expression was in a trance, as if time was forever frozen in this scene more than 50 years ago, and every time he saw this painting, he had the illusion of this.

In the twilight, a dozen or so young geniuses sit quietly and enjoy the scenery, or turn their heads to each other, or bow their heads to meditate, and the picture looks extremely peaceful and wonderful.

Fifty years have passed, and the people in the painting are still in their prime, but in the reality outside the painting, they have gone through all the vicissitudes of life, and the end of the world is forever separated, or they have turned against each other, and they are like strangers.

Seeing the Pope's nostalgia with a somewhat sentimental look, Constantine suddenly understood why, during the days of studying in the Magic Tower, he often saw Joey looking at the distant twilight in a daze.

Constantine did not know about the entanglements between the previous generation, nor did he intend to make sense of those distant pasts, his brain was now spinning rapidly, digesting all the information he saw in front of him.

The portrait shows that the mother had indeed entered the City of Dawn, controlled by the World Tree Council, more than fifty years ago, as Joey had claimed, but her appearance was the same as Constantine's childhood impression.

Combined with the awe that the Pope and Joey usually showed when talking about his mother, Constantine now understood more and more that his mother was really a great person.

This fact did not make Constantine feel very excited, but felt extremely heavy inside.

Countless question marks came to my mind one by one at this time.

How did my mother get the pendant of St. Faust?

What happened to my mother after she left Daybreak?

What's in that black box?

Why did the mother choose to marry the father back then?

Why did the Gates of Heaven appear above Winterfell, and why did Paladin, the epic hero who should have been lost for a thousand years, reappear that night?

Endless doubts accumulated in Constantine's heart, and gathered in the young man's heart into a night that could not be dissolved.