ps: Kawenga is cold, there is no change today, but I still decided to send something out, the following is a fragment we wrote, please taste it. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

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The night was dark, and the bright candlelight held up a golden area, and at the edge of the light was a blurred shadow.

In silence, Pope Clement raised his head from the thick dossier, and the crown of pure gold, inlaid with the purest pearl in the world, was now resting on his desk as hard as iron.

In the candlelight, Clement's head was covered with silver strands, and his old, gray hair was clinging to each other, each strand full of his decades of wisdom and hard work.

Of course, there must also be divine power.

When Clement looked up from the file, a dreamy sight flashed in his eyes, and then it dissipated in an instant.

He sighed deeply, and it was very clear in the vastly empty hall.

Clement had just remembered thirty years ago, of the heresy that had been burned to ashes by his own hands thirty years earlier.

Time has passed, but the figure of that person and that memory are clearly imprinted in the bottom of his heart, even if he now has the strength of the twenty-third order, standing at the top of the continent, he still can't erase the memory of that person's crazy face left in his heart.

Thirty years ago, when the man proclaimed to the world that the gods were dead, some of them woke up, but many more were still asleep, and he remembered that his mentor, the previous Pope, had sent four Heavenly Rank Paladins and sacrificed three of them before he finally tied the man to the Pillar of Shame and burned him to ashes.

However, there are some things that cannot be burned in the end, such as seeds.

Clement didn't dare to continue to think deeply, he used the power of the twenty-third order to suppress the throbbing in his heart again, and then he was surprised to find a person silently appearing at the door of the main hall.

It was one of his six cardinal archbishops, Evariste.

Evariste, a middle-aged man with half a foot in decay, walked silently through the hall to the throne of Clement, and then fell to his knees.

"Your Majesty. ”

Clement frowned slightly, as one of the six cardinals, although Evariste was his subordinate, he had a very high status, and he was listed as the next pope candidate with the other five archbishops, he didn't have to give this great gift, but Evariste was extremely humble to him, which also made the archbishop criticized by his colleagues.

"It's done?" he asked.

The kneeling cardinal raised his head and replied respectfully: "It's done." ”

The Pope nodded, not surprised. Last month, several scholars of truth appeared in the diocese of Evariste, openly preaching the "death of the gods", which is not an isolated case in the past few decades, and worse, the Pope has also encountered it, but in each case the final result is that he falls to the knight's sword and is reduced to a dead soul.

The case in the diocese of Evariste was very small, and it would not be a problem to hand it over to him to suppress it, but ...... Clement still couldn't help but ask, "Is it clean?"

If such a thing were said to the other five cardinals, it would probably cause them to be dissatisfied, but it would not hurt for Evariste.

The Pope only subconsciously asked one more question, and in his opinion, it was impossible for a cardinal to intervene to suppress it.

But......

One of Evariste's fingers, which was kneeling in the temple, shook secretly, showing that he was extremely unsettled, but fortunately the Pope did not notice.

"Your Majesty, it's very clean. ”

"Very well, stand down. With a wave of his hand, Clement buried the file again.

Evariste stood silently and left respectfully, turning in the light of the candles, passing through the blurred line of light and darkness, and finally disappeared into the night, as if he had never appeared.

The night is still thick, the temple is still silent, the temple still stands on the top of the continent without falling, and they claim to be the human spokesmen of the gods, ruling the world.

But......

Thirty years ago, a terrible madman declared to the world that "the gods are dead!"

Thirty years later, in a remote town in the diocese of Evariste, a seed of truth quietly sprouts.

ps: Winter cold, beware of the flu~ (To be continued.) )