Hagia Sofino, Ilona sat on the terrace of the West Garden, quietly looking in the direction of the imperial capital, not knowing what she was thinking.

A crisp sound of footsteps broke the rare silence, Ilona frowned slightly, and said softly: "Lord Mario, you are here again......"

The handsome Knight of Light, Mario, dressed in a crisp suit of light and holding a bouquet of flowers, stood firmly at the door of the terrace.

When asked by Ilona, he seemed a little at a loss, scratched the back of his head and said, "Ilona, oh no, it's the Sage, I'm just coming to see you......"

"Did you happen to be patrolling the neighborhood again today?"

Mario blushed and said, "Yes...... yes, it's nearby. Ah, you see, this is the flower I picked for you, and it's about to start winter, and it's rare to see such flowers. ”

Ilona turned her head, looked at the iris in his hand, shook her head, and said, "It's late autumn now, and such a beautiful iris can only be found in the Temple of the Sun with all four seasons, right?"

"I ...... I just deliberately spared it...... "The Temple of the Sun is far away from the West Garden, and the flower in Mario's hand easily punctures the lie that he patrols the neighborhood. It suddenly made him even more cramped.

"Flowers are the most beautiful when they bloom in the wilderness, but they have lost their original meaning when they are plucked and inserted in a vase. Ilona took the bouquet and smiled politely, but suddenly sighed with a heavy heart.

"Don't you like these flowers?"

"No" Ilona shook her head, "I just envy their freedom. ”

God the Father brings equality and freedom to all beings, including these flowers, whether they grow in the wilderness or in vases. Mario said excitedly.

"Different ......" Ilona shook her head gently, and there was a hint of seriousness in her eyes: "Lord Mario, I appreciate you for taking care of me these days, but ......"

"Lord Sage!" Mario interrupted Ilona's voice, "You don't have to bother, I did all this willingly, just like the true gods of the heavenly realm, I just want to give, not ask for something in return." ”

"But ......"

"Ilona, I know I'm far away from you, in fact, I don't want much, just being able to see you is enough, please don't push me out, okay?"

Suddenly, hearing Mario's confessional prayer, Ilona subconsciously frowned, she instinctively wanted to refuse, but as long as she saw Mario's sincere gaze, she couldn't say those hurtful words.

The two fell silent like this, and the scene became very awkward.

At that moment, there was another crisp sound of footsteps in the cloister, and Sister Berta's old, mean face appeared in front of them.

Ever since that screening of the Holy Maiden, Ilona was canonized by a vision from heaven, and Sister Berta never showed any meanness in front of her, but showed care and love everywhere, as if she had put on a cloak of hypocrisy.

But the more she did that, the more it terrified Ilona. How many sides can the human heart have? And how many layers of disguise can it have? Whenever she sees this old face, Ilona can't help but ask herself.

"Sage, Lord Deriano, please come over, he said that there is something he would like to talk to you about before the evening class. Sister Berta said respectfully.

"Ah...... All right, I'm going to listen to the hadith of Master Deriano. Cardinal Derianu's summons gave her a temporary escape from her embarrassment.

Ilona subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, saluted Mario and Berta politely, and then flew out of the terrace like a dancing butterfly.

Mario's gaze kept on Ilona's beautiful figure until she completely disappeared from sight, and then she retracted it in a daze.

Sister Berta, who watched Mario's every move, sneered, and left the terrace.

In the light prayer room, Cardinal Versese sat on the side of the pope, patiently waiting for the old man to make a decision.

Pope Fildra gently propped his chin with the Scepter of Light and asked hesitantly, "Kranas is blasphemous to assassinate nobles without arrogance.

Versese, at that time, as a member of the inquisition, you had a clear attitude in favor of throwing him into the battlefield of the Holy Realm, why did you change your mind after only a few days?"

Versese sighed and said helplessly, "Because the situation has changed, Your Majesty." The heretics in the north are pressing forward step by step with the help of the evil dragon, and the Third Knights of Light have suffered several defeats in succession, and if the situation cannot be quickly reversed, the situation in the north may be in danger of getting out of control. ”

"I know all of this, but what does it have to do with Kranas?"

"Your Majesty, you know that the time flow of the Holy Realm Battlefield is much faster than this interface, although he has been on the Holy Rank Battlefield for less than a week, he has actually been fighting on the battlefield for more than half a year.

In this half a year, he fought bravely, sacrificed his life several times, and died nine times in his life, gaining the attention of the gods. Not long ago, the gods sent down divine graces, which made his strength increase by leaps and bounds, and he was promoted to the holy rank, so ......"

"The Holy Order is indeed not weak, but his strength is not enough to turn the tide of the battle in the north, and there is no shortage of such a strong person in the huge church, why do you have to recall him from the battlefield of the Holy Realm?"

Versese hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, and finally said his true thoughts: "Your Majesty, tomorrow I will lead the Sixth Knights of Light to the north, and in order to turn the tide of the war in one fell swoop, I want to take away His Excellency Rosisman, the Fourth Night Watchman." ”

The Pope's eyes narrowed slightly: "Do you want Kranas to succeed Rolsismann and guard the holy city of Maltis?"

"Yes, although Maltis is very important, in addition to Your Majesty, there are six cardinals, more than a dozen cardinals, as well as the Templar, the Inquisition, and so on, and it is a waste to keep the Fourth Night's Watch here.

Just making Kranas of the Holy Order the thirty-sixth night watchman would be enough to gaze at the night sky of Maltis.

In this way, His Excellency Rossman and I will go north together, gather three legendary powerhouses for the Northern Expeditionary Legion, and take down the fifteen heretical countries in one fell swoop with an overwhelming majority. ”

Versese spoke earnestly, and the Pope groaned. After a long time, he finally nodded, and Versese was immediately overjoyed, reciting the wisdom of the Pope, and left the light prayer room happy.

After Versese left, the old Cardinal Deriano came out of the room at the other end of the prayer room.

He silently approached the Pope and asked worriedly, "Your Majesty, do you really want to release Kranyas? ”

Fildra waved his hand: "Whether it is depraved or reborn depends on the will of the gods." Now Maltis...... Let him stir it up. ”

Deriano nodded thoughtfully, and then listened to the Pope ask, "By the way, how exactly did that Mr. Beckman kill the two Light Judges, have you figured it out?"

Derianor shook his head and said, "Those two Light Judges died completely, their stigma has completely disappeared, and it is impossible to read their memories during their lifetime.

However, heresy detection revealed that Mr. Beckman was riding in Lord Alexander's carriage on the night of the attack, and that there was apparently a fierce battle taking place around him.

They deduced that Master Alexander had sent a high-ranking mage to escort Mr. Beckman, and that the two Light Judges had collided with him. ”

"Alexander?" Fildra struggled to remember the name, both familiar and unfamiliar.

"It's the children of darkness ten years ago, Your Majesty. The man who bumped into him, the two fourth-level Holy Light Judges had no chance of surviving. Deriano explained unhurriedly.

"Oh, it was him, and now even he is going to resurface?" the Pope smiled meaningfully and muttered to himself, "It seems that the Ottoman Empire has been quiet for too long, Frederick, how are you going to deal with the current chaos?"

"Your Majesty......" Deriano asked respectfully, "there is no evidence that Mr. Beckman is necessarily connected to the North One, and judging from his words and deeds at the magic conference, this man seems to have maintained a due respect for the gods." Are we going to continue to vet him?"

The Pope shook his head: "You can't just give up, all people related to North One must be cautious." Didn't he just publish a few works that could be called miracles, and in the name of these works, he was invited to the Temple of Creation to be questioned. When the time comes, let the observer come forward, and be sure to see his true heart!"

"Yes, I'll arrange it. Deriano gently kissed the Pope's scepter and bowed out.

The Pope slowly closed his eyes and muttered, "Genius magic alchemist? ”

In the hall of the Holy Maiden, Sister Berta prostrated under the divine steps and said resentfully: "Your Highness, that slut is really still seducing Mario, it seems that she has fascinated Mario. ”

"Hmph, I knew that promiscuous would never settle down, how did you get going?" a cold voice came from the god steps.

"Your Highness...... Belta's heart was cold, and her body trembled slightly: "She...... She is a saint of His Majesty the Pope, and if we do kill her, I am afraid it will ...... I'm afraid ......"

"I don't need you to remind me of this!" A creepy sneer came out from the god rank: "As soon as that slut dies, the holy power that she snatched away will automatically return to me, and as long as I am here, who will care about a worthless dead person? If you don't dare to do it, some people do!"

"Yes...... Be...... As you wish...... I'll arrange it. ”

In the Temple of Time and Space, the light of the huge cross-border portal flickered, and a man walked out of it. The man was ragged and covered in blood, and his hands and feet were firmly locked with chains the thickness of his thumb.

From time to time, golden flames danced on those chains, and with each movement he did, the flames pierced into his skin, burning a small piece of charred black on him.

Although the burnt wounds will soon be healed by the powerful force in the man's body, the unimaginable and intense pain caused by them will not be diminished in the slightest.

Such torture was enough to drive the toughest warrior insane, but the man seemed to be unaware, and walked a dozen steps in a row, without the slightest strangeness on his face.

On the high platform of the temple, a priest looked at the man coldly and said with an expressionless face: "Sinner Kranyas, from today onwards you are the thirty-sixth night watchman, responsible for gazing at the night sky of the holy city of Maltis!"

Kranas fell to one knee, his bloodied face glowing. A suppressed, low, and crazy laugh suddenly came from the Temple of Time and Space: "Hehe...... Ha ha...... I'm back, little sparrow, are you ready to go to hell?"