In the midst of this turmoil, which no one could understand, a seemingly ordinary carriage slowly entered the city through the gate outside the Silver Ring District, and the dense linen cloth occasionally lifted a corner with the bumps of the wheels of the carriage, and a priest in a red and gold-rimmed robe sat in the car. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The carriage has no obvious family crest and no eye-catching signs, making it easy to overlook the past. If there were high-ranking people in the church at this time, they would have found the carriage. Above the carriage was a faint cross of two hair-thick holy lights, looming in the air, and only those who were familiar with the holy power could spot this anomaly.

The cardinal, dressed in a red-bottomed and gold-rimmed robe, was one of the attendees of the Church's round table, and his position in the Church was extremely high, and he wore a white crown that was immaculate and white, like a pumpkin, with a red cross in front of it.

His name was Foss, his title was radiant, and his emaciated face was covered with the marks of time. A pair of seemingly cloudy eyes reveal the wisdom precipitated after the passing of years. In his hand he held a beautiful box, the box was golden yellow, and the clear wood grain was strangely rolled together, this wood was called Jinzang wood, and it belonged to the top wood like dragon's blood. It is said that the wood-made box, once enclosed, creates a special environment inside the box, which can slow down the damage of time to the treasure.

Many very precious treasures are basically stored in boxes made of gold and wood.

In the box in Foss's hand was a facsimile of Pope Verles's notes from the Father, revered as the "first book" within the church. The notes contain many ancient secrets in a writing that has never been seen before. These words are square, with a special rhythm and rules, and after thousands of years of continuous cracking, the Church finally deciphered the meaning of nearly 170 words. The purpose of Foss's trip with the original book copy of the original imperial capital was to combine the sensational codex of the Alchemist Guild and combine the two to deduce more words and meanings.

It seems that Foss came alone, and there was only one young coachman in addition to the humble carriage, but in fact, there were no less than two cardinals and more than fifty Templars hidden around the carriage. They completely changed their costumes and hid themselves among the common people, just to avoid any accidents with the original facsimile. As for why he came to the imperial capital without much fanfare, the main reason was that he didn't want to irritate the royalty and rulers of the Orlando Empire.

Pope Verles is the nineteenth pope of the Church, and it is said that the gods will perform miracles at the time of the coronation, and are known as the closest man ever to God. Even facsimiles are of extraordinary value to the church.

The carriage quickly ran through the Golden Ring District and down the street near the Imperial Palace for half an hour, stopping outside the bustling Imperial Academy. The moment Foss stepped out of the carriage with one foot, a group of people greeted him from the Imperial Academy.

At the head is the director of the Institute, the sage Matikos, who is known as the Eye of Truth. Although during this "low tide" of magical elements, magicians can no longer gather magical elements on a large scale to unleash devastating spells, there are still obscure magical elements that fluctuate around Maticos' body. As one of the few remaining sages in the empire, Maticos dedicated his whole to the cause of magic, and his vast spiritual power was like an endless ocean, which came out of his body from time to time, affecting the surrounding magical elements,

He spread his hands and laughed loudly, his eyebrows rising and falling with the laughter, making him look very festive, "I never thought that it was you who came to the imperial capital in person, which really made me a little nervous." Maticos and the Church are old friends, and magic is declining, but the Holy Power is still relatively strong, which makes Maticos once obsessed with studying the difference between the two. Although he didn't find anything to take it over, he became friends with the church's higher-ups.

A stone finally fell into Furui Wubo's eyes, and there were ripples, and the muscles on Foss's face slowly moved, revealing a slightly stiff smile, "It's a great honor to see you again." ”

The two are acquainted and don't need much introduction, Maticos approached Foss and wanted to hug the old friend, but the rejection in Foss's eyes stopped him, he didn't care, because this guy is such a person, he doesn't seem to be enthusiastic, but he is indeed a good person. He stretched out his hand and shook Foss, his eyes kept focused on the box that Foss was holding, revealing a look of impatience, "Is this the original book?"

Foss nodded, clutching the box. It's not that he's afraid that Matikos won't give him back the copy of the original book, or that he doesn't want to read it for Mattikos, it's just that he's too worried that someone will come and snatch the copy of the original book, for example...... The Black Priests.

Matikos obviously understood this truth, and he took Foss's hand affectionately and walked towards the research institute, saying as he walked: "We have found out through research in the shortest time that there are already two hundred and twenty-one words in that codex, and we have also found a little clue about the accompanying pictures, and we are waiting for your arrival." ”

Foss nodded, "Two hundred and twenty-one words, nearly one hundred and fifty words less than the original book, if we can crack the characters that can account for seventy percent of the codex, we will most likely make a bigger breakthrough in this regard!"

The notes left by God the Father contain too many things that the apostles wanted to know, whether God the Father really existed, whether he was a real god, whether there were countless gods in the sky in the past, and whether Ragnarok really existed...... There are too many unknowns, so that the researchers of the church tirelessly explore the mysteries. The church has undergone thousands of years of evolution and evolution and has changed dramatically.

Especially in the last few years, there have been no miracles, no exciting news, which has made the church very impetuous. Young people do not concentrate on their practice like the older generation, they are full of curiosity and yearning for the colorful world of the outside world. Some pastors stationed abroad have even had some outrageous scandals that blasphemed the gods and beliefs, which has worried the church's top brass. Even in private, there have been blasphemous acts by the apostles who questioned whether the gods really existed, and if this continued, how long could the church exist?

A hundred years?

Two hundred years?

Or three or five hundred years?

The establishment of a faith may take hundreds of thousands of years to form, but if you want to destroy it, it may be enough for a few years.

Therefore, when the Imperial Capital Research Institute discovered the appearance of a codex that might have used the text of the First Book to record some alchemy, the Round Table undoubtedly approved Mattikos' request, and sent three cardinals and fifty Templars to escort the facsimile of the First Book and some research materials all the way to the Imperial Capital, in an effort to completely decipher the contents of the First Book.

After the research materials were in place, all the research institutes and interested scholars began to study frantically, and the cracked words were embedded in the codex, combining the context before and after, and guessing the meaning of the unfamiliar words as much as possible.

The research atmosphere here completely suppressed the changing situation outside the research institute, and after several days and nights of fighting, people looked at the cracked page of the codex and showed a triumphant smile.

It was indeed a war, and it was indeed won.

With trembling hands, Maticos picked up the cracked codex and re-copied it on the huge backboard, his laughing beard shaking, and suddenly people covered the backboard with a curtain, looking at all the scholars involved in the research, "I think what we need now is not to continue research, but to rest for a while!"

The high-intensity research was not only nerve-wracking, but also hurtful, and as soon as his voice fell, someone slumped in his chair. He shook his head and ordered food and water, as well as cups, and now everyone needed to rest.

Under the curtain, a relatively primitive prototype of a steam engine is left on the backplate in a less neat way, and there may be some errors in the description next to it, but the general orientation is fine. This is an introduction to the prototype of the steam engine and the principle of its movement, and it is one of the few things that the poor traveler left in this world that has a little bit of value. Neither he, nor Wren, nor anyone else here, could have imagined it.

When such a thing is obtained by the Imperial Research Institute, what kind of changes will it bring to the world?

Meanwhile, in Ortlenburg, Andorra had a sad face.

After coming to this place with Wren, he did avoid death, but he didn't live very comfortably. Whether he travels or meets someone, there will always be people in Ortlenburg who are on guard. He knows very well that this is surveillance, it is control. Ask yourself, he has contributed a lot to the construction of Ortlenburg, and most of the wealth plundered from Balatan has been used, and this money has been used for local construction, but this still has not been exchanged for Rennes's recognition and acceptance of him, and it is not as good as Hugo's madman.

Smoking the smoke bricks of Dragon Island, spraying fragrant mist, looking out the window with a sad face at the sky as clean and pure as sapphire. Lately he had a little uneasiness, which lingered in his heart like maggots on tarsal bones, and made it difficult for him to sleep.

Gotta find a way to get out of here as soon as possible, while you still have some money on hand. If you really spend all the money, I'm afraid there will be no use value. Andorra is very strange, why doesn't he do this, and use such a troublesome method to control him, when Wren can directly confiscate all his wealth and then kill or expel him. Is it really just for the sake of face and good food? Not really, Wren is definitely the image of the devil in Bell Province, and no matter what he does, it will not surprise people.

In silence, he turned his pipe against the edge of the table, and some sparkling ...... popped out of the tobacco in the pipe trough, which had not yet been fully burned.