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Frederick was revising the First Amendment to the Workers' Compensation Order with a cigar between his cigars, and as he was distracted, the ashes fell on the paper. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info he hurriedly picked up the document and blew the ash.

"Host, you ask for coffee. Xiao Qian came over with a large mug.

"Thank you. Frederick cleared out a table, put the coffee in the pile of papers, and suddenly remembered something, and whispered to the maid, "By the way, Julia." Those wonderful abilities of yours, hide them a little in the future, and don't show them in public. Last time, you served as a Chinese translator for me, which did help me a lot, but it also attracted suspicion and criticism for you. Don't do that in the future. ”

"You've taken on the pressure to shield an enemy. Xiao Qian stirred the coffee for him, and the steel spoon made a pleasant crashing sound.

"The pressure you can do is not called pressure. You also wish you were a normal person. Is that right. Frederick continued to revise the draft.

"Yes...... But master, I can't say it openly, I can always tell you secretly, right?" Xiao Qian held the coffee tray in both hands and lowered his voice seriously: "As far as I know, the prophet you planned to awaken was once called 'Dark Human', and they had a huge desire for power. If the Prophet has the unconditional support of the Elves, your ruling position may be undermined or even swallowed up. ”

Frederick put the pen down.

"Dark human?" he repeated, then turned to face Xiao Qian, waiting for her to explain.

"Yes. The Dark Humans originally ruled the planet, and their cunning and ruthlessness reached the pinnacle of their species. But this absolute excellence has led these egoists to self-destruction. They used weapons of extermination in the civil war, polluting the skies and the earth to the point that they could not survive in the polluted environment, and the population withered, leaving them with the time captivity device to preserve the bodies of the nine survivors, who used suspended animation to cross the long period of time, waiting for the nuclear winter and uranium contamination to dissipate on their own. Xiao Qian tried to warn his master: "When you revive the prophets, you must remember that their desire to conquer the enemy is already so strong that it can be called a mouse's eye. So the Prophet will never show mercy to your men. ”

Frederick was silent for a moment, pinching his chin and muttering, "If I asked you where you heard that, you would probably say no comment?"

Xiao Qian bit her lip and shook her head, and then eagerly clenched her chest: "Master, I won't lie to you!"

"I know. Frederick shook his head, then sat up in his chair and gathered up his draft in distraught: "But my immediate priority is to fend off the threat of Paris. The Prophet can give me the support of the Elves, and the Prophet can even help me with the military industry. Now I must unite all the forces that can be united, and I must not be caught between one and the other. ”

"Master!" Xiao Qian cried out.

Frederick stood up, holding the draft and holding it firmly on the maid's shoulder.

"Trust me. When it comes to understanding human nature, I don't necessarily lose to the dark humans. Frederick was so confident that he stared intently at the anxious maid: "Don't forget, I was once penniless, but with the sword in my hand, I stepped on the corpse of a demigod and became the master I am today. ”

Frederick patted the maid on the shoulder, then picked up the briefcase, put the draft away, and said softly, "Victoria has consulted with the Great Prophet to confirm the proper rite of resurrection. Tomorrow I will go to the Tower of the Relic and complete the final steps of awakening the Prophet. My dear, everything is under my control, don't worry about me. ”

Xiao Qian always revealed fresh information to him, making Frederick feel that between the ancient gods and mortals, Xiao Qian favored him. This made him inexplicably proud, and he snatched a believer from the old gods, who, as a mortal, almost possessed a demigod.

So Frederick involuntarily uttered the intimate word "dear".

He didn't realize it himself, but Xiao Qian seemed to be electrocuted, and his heart was surging and he wanted to speak and stop, his big eyes were obviously shining in the dark night, but he seemed to be hiding some secret, his eyelashes hung down again, and he looked down at the tips of his shoes.

"The master is obsessed, he has no idea how dangerous the dark humans are. I had to cut first and then play. Xiao Qian secretly made up her mind.

"Master, I don't worry about you. Let me follow you tomorrow. I want to see what the prophet looks like with my own eyes. Xiao Qian made excuses.

"Okay. Frederick closed his briefcase and straightened up to look at her: "Go to sleep." Wake up tomorrow at six o'clock and come with me. ”

Xiao Qian bowed, her blonde hair hung straight, and then walked away with the coffee plate.

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Hawkers passing by the Holy Light Crossroads have the illusion that the church has become a fortified church. The number of clergy has increased significantly, and some of the black-robed priests even wear the symbol of the Tower of Eternity, and they are unsmiling and sharp-eyed, quietly watching every corner of the church.

The Tower of Eternity is the center of the Brahma Holy See, located deep in the Elven Kingdom. The priests sent from the Tower of Eternity not only have excellent theological attainments, but even hide unknown combat skills.

The church seems to be under martial law, as if facing a great enemy.

Xiao Qian wore a complicated and conservative black and white dress, and entered the church garden with the master through the back door. A line of thin-haired priests stood at the back door of the church, solemnly greeting the president.

Frederick looked around and saw that the priests were very old, with bald areas on the top of their heads and sparse white beards. However, their cheeks were extremely handsome, and the bulging blood vessels in their heads were extremely resolute. Frederick glanced at the big black sleeve of the Divine Fur again, and saw that the arms inside were bulging with muscular outlines.

"These priests may have fighting power. He whispered to Farragut. Farrag nodded, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.

"I've been waiting for a long time, Your Excellency. The Eternal Prophet has been washed and received in the Chapel of Light. Victoria stood in the door with her hands down, and said with a shocking heart: "Please leave the armed knights to rest in the church garden." In the church of the prophets, there are no swords. ”

Frederick was surprised. He didn't expect that the national treasure of the elven race, the great prophet of the Tower of Eternity, would come to a secular country quietly.

According to his understanding, the eternal prophet who founded the Brahma sect should be the first dark human to awaken. Because of the multiple hibernation interruptions, the prophet must have aged exceedingly.

The knights of the guards led by Farragut were forced to remain in the garden, and only Frederick entered the church with the woman. Frederick was the leader of the Knights Templar and enjoyed the privilege of the church sword.

When Xiao Qian heard the words "Eternal Prophet", she was so frightened that she lowered her head and was well-behaved, and she didn't dare to squeak.

Frederick strode into the church, his cloak undulating like the waves.

As soon as I walked to the second floor, the fragrance of flower tea wafted out of the priest. The pearwood doors of the chapel were open, casting the golden morning light on the red carpet.

"Please stay in the hallway. The Grand Priest stood at the door of the chapel and folded his hands in front of his skirt. Frederick saw for the first time the glamorous priest make a waiter's gesture.

"Master, I'm ......" Xiao Qian pinched Frederick's cuffs and shook it, restrained and afraid.

"Wait for me on the red carpet. Don't go anywhere. Frederick pressed the maid on the shoulder and walked into the chapel.

The bell rang out in the sky, and the chapel at eight o'clock was filled with the golden morning light, and the dust of pleasure danced in the light. Through the warm light, Frederick saw an old man sitting at the coffee table, hunched over to get tea. He was dressed in the ancient Greek patriarch's robe, and his short white hair stood on his wrinkled forehead.