Monastery of the Light of Truth.

The high dome, the solemn frescoes, and the immature singing of the hymns made Merlin feel extra solemn. The meaning of a familiar sound is understood when each syllable is on its own, and when they form a long series of notes, Merlin is at a loss. Neither the young Merlin nor the imperial Merlin was a devout believer.

Merlin was an atheist, but now he was starting to waver a little, and what had happened to him would not have been explained without God. He seems to have some belief in the existence of gods, and has been waiting for the oracle as a child of a plane that has crossed over. But he was getting more and more disappointed, and the oracle might not have existed at all. If there had been an oracle, he wouldn't have to worry about gathering for tomorrow's bread and the coming cold rain in Ashhearth.

The Church is indeed the richest organization on the shores of the Endless Ocean, and there is no one. Even the girls in the choir are blonde with long legs and bursting breasts. Her immature eyes were full of youth, and Merlin had never seen such a girl in Hippo.

These flower-like girls wrapped a man with a cold face, a middle-aged man, an energetic middle-aged man, the slightly curled sea drifted away with the breeze, and his indifferent eyes looked around unconsciously, as if a lion king was patrolling his territory. He was a little shorter than Thomas, but he was not inferior to the red-nosed old man in terms of momentum.

The long curling of the tongue dragged a catchy note through the air, and the saint's brown-spotted hand waved in the air, and the surroundings immediately fell silent. "Now here's the priest of the Holy Father from the Holy City, Saruman!"

"That's my idol, the famous red-clothed priest. Yuri's face flushed with excitement, his voice drowned out by the enthusiastic applause that rang out all around him, and Merlin couldn't hear what he was saying when he listened closely.

"How did Arius get involved with the church. Wendy's mouth pressed to Merlin's ear, and the unintentional contact between her lips and the tip of her ear seemed to stir up an electric current between the two.

"What good can two political hooligans do together?" Merlin suppressed the excitement in his heart and glanced back at Wendy, and couldn't help but light up.

Merlin had seen Wendy in a bohemian dress for the first time, so it's no wonder she could be the elected princess of Thorns in Ashhearth. This bohemian dress was made for her. Vivid reds and yellows converge and are bound by a light-colored belt with a beautiful bow tied at the waist. Showy and wild quietly bound by a narrow strap. Merlin had a strong urge to reach out and pull the bow open.

"Politics, scoundrel," said Wendy, "you have an interesting statement, and the words politics and hooligan are quite appropriate together!"

"Two rivals, sit down quietly and eat bread, isn't it politics, as for hooligans, I didn't say it. Merlin was surprised by Wendy's casual appearance, but he didn't pay much attention to Wendy's favorability, and recently he realized that this thing didn't make much sense except to look at it himself. Just like Wendy's opinion rating is now over 150, this is the result of Merlin's daily sacrifice of five cylinders of fountain of life.

Wendy is much more sophisticated than Sula and Raj, at least Merlin rarely sees her blushing, being able to become a Silver Knight, the talent is naturally extremely high, although the fisherman's bar is not very good, but it is clear that Wendy's interest is not in running a bar.

"Scoundrel, what rascal!" Augustine leaned over Merlin's side. "There's no hooligans here!" Augustine's eyes roamed up and down Wendy's body.

"Is there anything different about tonight's sacrament?" Merlin asked.

"White bread and bacon," said Augustine, "but there is caviar, which the Goths treasure." But only those who sit next to Lord Saruman have the opportunity to taste it. ”

Merlin suddenly felt hungry, and his mouth was covered with saliva, which was caviar from a Gothic memory, a sturgeon. In the days of the Empire, it was a delicacy that was more expensive than gold. At a time when the sturgeon was dying out, it was not possible for the average person to taste this delicious caviar.

An ornamented manuscript unfolds in front of Saruman, with a soft cover of a hand-painted Passion of the Father. "Look at it, this is the last volume. Thomas said quietly, but with Saruman's familiarity with him, it was a clear show-off.

As the hand-copied scroll unfolded, a desolate, majestic momentum arose, and Saruman's mood chuckled, like a tidal wave, and he could not calm down for a long time.

"Doesn't it feel like the Book of the Ancients?"

Saruman nodded.

"This time the Holy Father is visiting the Academy of Arius!"

"Last time you broke through to the Holy Knight, this time it was you who found the Ancient Authenticity. Saruman carefully flipped through the manuscript, "Hey, the handwriting on these leather books is clear, it doesn't look like an antiquity. ”

Thomas laughed dryly, and thought to himself that if he copied all the books of the church, Saruman would not be envious to death. It's a pity that Merlin is reluctant to join Arius Academy.

The books of the Church are all manuscripts, but there are some ancient books with different handwriting. The Last Judgment Book that Thomas had brought out was written in some ways similar to those ancient books, and Saruman would not have believed it if he knew that the ancient books he had in mind were Merlin's manuscripts. But there seems to be a definite number in all these chimes.

"Merlin, come and sit here. Thomas beckoned softly to Merlin.

"Go, go, here is the chance to taste the sturgeon caviar. There aren't many opportunities like that. Augustine said jealously.

"Who is this?" asked Saruman arrogantly.

"Baron Ashfurnace, Merlin Tesla!" Merlin was a little upset.

"Merlin Tesla, I know that Varins boasted in Rome that he had a much more beautiful brother, who was prettier than a girl. No wonder you don't want to go to Rome?"

Merlin's teeth itched with hatred, and God knows how Varins had denigrated him in Rome, and that didn't sound like a good thing. "Can I take it as a reward?"

"Of course, I don't care, but Stirico may not be happy, the Goths have always been known for their bravery, no wonder you lost your right to the throne. But Varins wasn't a good choice either. Saruman stared into Merlin's eyes, "If there is support from the church, you will return to Adrianople." “

"Hey, do you think I'm dead?" roared Thomas, "Saruman, you scoundrel, do you have such a corner as you do?"

Saruman smiled at Thomas's anger.