In ancient times, it was elegant to visit the green building, and today the first floor and a phoenix must be careful. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Many things go back to history versus today over time.

Right and wrong are not necessarily so absolute.

Although I still strongly disapprove of ......

Because......

I've never been. （o(n_n)o）

――

"Your Highness......"

"You're not done!!"

Betty, who went and returned, came in cautiously. She didn't know what had happened when the Holy Maiden went down to investigate the mission commanded by the divine decree.

But of course, she was not stupid, and she clearly felt that Her Highness was in a very bad mood.

"Last night...... Han Qi has been here. ”

The saint paused, and subconsciously turned her head to look at her.

"I said you were praying. ”

Betty didn't dare to be casual anymore, and was very cautious to speak at the first time.

The holy woman looked at her, sat down again with a half-sound, and looked to the side.

"He's coming to me for something?"

"Look at that abandoned ...... Green Dragon. ”

The small details of Betty's change of words were instead noticed by the saint.

In front of Betty, the veil was certainly gone. The curled corners of her mouth surprised Betty.

Is it really difficult to grasp the saint's emotions now, is it because she is in a high position and has substantial power, and has she become moody?

Secretly spitting out, Betty looked down at her feet.

"Qinglong?"

The saint chuckled and beckoned Betty to come over.

Betty rubbed the ground, and finally rubbed to the saint's side.

"You've always hated outcasts the most. ”

The saint stretched out her finger and picked Betty's jaw: "Now it's not only called Han Qi, but the abandoned dragon is called Qinglong?"

Betty was a little uncomfortable with the saint's frivolous movements, and grinned slightly and stepped back to avoid it.

The saint also reacted, coughed lightly and regained her previous emotions, her beautiful eyes still looking at Betty, as if waiting.

"And he...... He is indeed different from other outcasts. ”

Betty muttered, "Although I have served His Highness in the Holy Court since I was a child. It has always been heard that outcasts are waste, the lowest group of people. The lowest class is not even as good as the status of Warcraft and Beast. But ......"

The saint looked down and couldn't see her expression: "But what?"

Betty paused and looked at the saint: "But for his words, I can't find anything to despise and belittle...... Including the outcast's most criticized combat power, not knowing how to magic fighting spirit. ”

The saint was silent.

Betty was stunned for a moment, and suddenly clapped her hands and remembered something: "By the way, Your Highness." Yesterday he said that he would buy out the way his energy would run to His Royal Highness Charles, after which he might leave the imperial capital. ”

The saint stood up instantly, her face changing.

After a long time, he sat down slowly and replied.

Betty was stunned, leaned over and spoke: "He asked me to tell you that even if the Pope compromises this time, it does not mean that you really own the Holy Court Branch of the Roman Empire." Even if Bishop Kapalan is recalled, you still can't control it. Therefore, it is recommended that you choose an outcast who is trustworthy and innocent and has no connection with the nobles, and can send it to His Royal Highness Charles, who will help you train. Allowing you to retain some mystical powers. And hopefully we will maintain close contact with the Romance Imperial Family to resist the pressure exerted by the Holy See Headquarters. ”

The saint raised her head slowly and looked at her with a strange expression: "He...... Really?"

Betty nodded, "Didn't say that much." But that's what it means. ”

The saint was distracted and did not speak.

Betty asked tentatively, "So I'm going to get ready to find the foundling?"

"Wait. ”

The saint suddenly waved her hand, exhaled, and walked towards a secret room.

"When I Communicate with God......"

Although Betty felt that the attitude of the saint was a little strange, it was the saint's duty to communicate with God, so she didn't say much.

This time I left, I really didn't bother again, including the saint Maiden also entered the secret room.

The room where he was still talking just now was empty and quiet.

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Burning lamps hang on the walls at the four corners.

In the center is a huge vessel with all sorts of strange materials in it.

The saint held a transparent glass bottle in her hand. Inside is a red-colored liquid.

He took out a handful of glittering powder from his bag and threw it into the vessel.

A dull golden glow slowly rose from the vessel.

The saint opened the cap, paused with her hand, and poured the bottle into the vessel.

"Whew!!"

The flames around him suddenly rose, and in the airtight room, a sudden gust of wind blew the white hair of the saint.

The dark golden light turned golden in an instant, silently lighting up like an explosion, and the blinding light that enveloped the room silently.

The saint's arm covered her back, and the light seemed to soften a little.

Turning my head slowly, it's still very bright. But not so glaring.

And in the middle of the light, a tall figure appeared, but the face was not clearly dressed.

But the saint knew who it was.

"Your faith, my will. ”

The saint immediately knelt on one knee and bowed her head with her arms crossed over her chest.

"Anna...... Before, you said you had a clue, but now, have you found out?"

The saint paused, and said respectfully: "It's roughly ascertained." At the junction of the Warcraft Mountains and the Roman Empire, there is an unknown cave nearby. Traces of the battle were found. There were many corpses of knights, and two unidentified bodies that were tentatively estimated to be ...... magicians"

"I know that. ”

The figure in the light interrupted, his tone was neither sad nor joyful, and even his voice was similar to sound wave fluctuations, not at all the voice of any god-given continent. I can't even tell the gender.

"Can you find out who is on the other side of the battle, and where is it now?"

The saint was silent, biting her lip and silent.

"Anna?"

The figure in the light summons again.

The holy woman bowed, raised her head and said, "I can't be sure." ”

"I used a backtracking device to retrace what happened there, but ...... It is very difficult to drive the backtracer. And as soon as it unfolds...... The tracer crushes into powder. ”

“......”

The figure in the light did not speak.

The saint is also waiting.

"Can't you determine the scope of the other party's identity?"

After a long time, the figure in the light appeared again.

The saint was silent for a moment, and looked up at the figure in the light: "Vaguely...... It's like seeing a pair of black eyes. ”

"Outcasts?!"

The figure in the light also seemed to be a little surprised, and it could be felt in his tone.

"Not sure. ”

The saint bowed her head again: "The retrospective shattered too quickly. I think...... Make or collect a backtracker and try it again. ”

"No need. ”

The figure in the light spoke: "The result is the same." ”

The saint paused, raised her head and said, "Please show me, believers don't know why this happens." I thought it was your divine power that prevented the tracer from reversing the scene. ”

The figure in the light was silent for a while, and then said in a half-loud voice: "I can do it...... But not me. ”

The saint's brow furrowed: "Except for the greatest of you...... Who else can ......"

"Alright. ”

The figure in the light interrupted her, and the saint hurriedly bowed her head and stopped talking.

After a long time, the figure in the light spoke: "I know about this. You continue to investigate, and what to do after that, I will signal you. ”

The light was slowly dissipating, and the holy woman knew that God was leaving.

If in the past of course she respectfully waited for God to leave, but this time ......

"Could you please show me ......?"

The saint suddenly bowed down and saluted, kneeling on the ground.

The light remained bright, and the figure seemed to be real: "Is there anything else?"

The holy woman bit her lip and looked up at the figure in the light: "This time I will stay in the Sacred Court Branch of the Roman Empire for a period of time to fulfill your will. So...... I'd like to pick out some outcasts to use. ”

"Don't the believers of the Holy Court cooperate with you?"

The figure in the light spoke: "Why use an outcast?"

The saint hurriedly replied: "For the sake of secrecy......"

"You do it yourself. ”

A figure in the light interrupted her: "Outcasts are the lowest people, cursed creatures. Don't you know?"

The saint hesitated for a long time, then raised her head and whispered: "When I came out this time, the scene I saw was that the outcast was suffering the most tragic encounter, suffering, and life. Numb, no vitality, just oppressed like walking corpses, but there will be some outcasts who are different, they ......"

"Shut up!!"

The light suddenly brightened brightly.

The saint screamed softly and hurriedly lowered her head, even then, her eyes were already a little red, and her vision became blurry.

It lasted for a while before the light slowly recovered.

"You are the saint I chose...... It is the executor of my will. Do you now sympathize with God's rejected outcasts?"

"Believers don't dare!"

The saint hurriedly pressed her head to the ground.

Even if you don't look up, you can feel the pressure and scrutiny on you.

"Humph!"

It wasn't until a cold snort sounded and the coercion and scrutiny dissipated that the holy woman breathed a sigh of relief.

"You seem to be a little different this time...... Is there something to hide from me?"

"Believers don't dare!"

Still with the same words, the head that the saint had just raised instantly lowered again.

"You know there's nothing to hide from me...... If I turn my back on your faith, I will purify your soul myself. ”

"Your faith, my will. ”

The saint bowed and crossed her arms over her chest.

The light slowly dimmed, and finally returned to a dark gold, slowly falling back into the vessel, and there was no movement.

After a long time, the saint slowly withdrew her arms and stood up, pursed the corners of her mouth and looked at the utensils, her eyes changing.

――

"Outcasts...... No need to convene just yet. ”

When she came out, the saint asked a sackcloth-robed believer to find Betty again.

The first sentence of the opening is such an order.

Not an order, not a notice, but an order.

Betty was puzzled and subconsciously wanted to say something.

The saint had turned back.

Betty hesitated, frowned and turned to leave.

Just came to a relatively secluded courtyard of the Holy Court Branch, she looked at the fifty-or so outcasts who were standing there with their heads bowed and immovable, and frowned.

Fifty ......

In his twenties......

There are men and women......

The body is strong and healthy......

Castaway.