In the eyes of others, Bivis has always been an amiable person. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This middle-aged man, who is 45 years old this year, has always interpreted the word "saint" with his handsome appearance and simple dress. The kind smile on his face that always filled his face was even regarded as a glimmer of God by those he helped, and he was praised.

But at this moment, his kind face was distorted to a chilling degree, and his dark blue eyes glowed with a bloodthirsty glow like a jackal.

Count Donglong, who stood up from his chair, did not dare to face his edge.

Bert gently avoided the topic, and tried not to be humble or arrogant: "Whether I take responsibility or not is only a secondary matter. The most important thing now is to figure out what's going on here. Charles Knight's ability, I have seen it with my own eyes. Therefore, I don't believe that a strong man like him, who stood on the top of the human race, would die in that kind of place. Moreover, he is a dragon knight, a real dragon knight! his mount, the fiery feather dragon, is no less capable than him. Why should he still suffer misery in this situation?"

"You ask me, who do I ask?" Bivis 's eyes lit up, "is it incomprehensible that the kid has such a background, and this kind of thing happens?, I will ask you, why is he so terrible, and you should despise him so much?"

At this, the Lord Bishop laughed angrily, "Bert Bard, you are only a little Earl of Winterron. He is also qualified to despise someone from his background. The Arthur family has been inherited for thousands of years, and you can look down on it? Because of your mistakes, Charles died tragically. Do you want to refute this unequivocal fact?"

Looking at the person in front of him, who was only four meters away from him, his face was flushed, and Bert's momentum was stagnant. His fists clenched tightly as he lowered his head, his nails digging into his skin, dripping red. As a man who has been in a high position since childhood, when did he ever be questioned like this? "You're just a little Count Winterdragon," the words were like a knife in his chest. But he chewed his teeth and pierced his gums for a while, but he still held back his anger, tried to calm his trembling body, and sat down.

When he raised his head again, the Earl of Winterron, who had never been angry and mighty, had a depressed face, as if he had aged more than ten years.

"It's my fault, I admit it. But now the question is what we should do. Bishop Bivis, I know you hate me. But even if you kill me with a knife, you won't be able to get Knight Charles safe and sound. We can only look forward and think of a way to save my stupid son......"

"Do you want to say, 'That's the only way to make Charles die in vain?'" the white-robed Bishop laughed again, "Unfortunately, it's not my business anymore, it's yours." ”

"What do you mean?" said Count Winterron, eagerly.

"I mean, it's up to you to rescue your unsuccessful son. ”

"What kind of dreams are you talking about?"

"Is it a dream? Why don't I think. Dear Earl, you may wish to think of what your son is of value to that boy. He's just a good-for-nothing playboy who's locked him up in prison for the obvious intention of threatening you. In that case, you might as well take the initiative to send it to the door. "If you can't do that, or if he doesn't want to, then wouldn't it be the same to sacrifice your other son?" Whether it's your eldest son or your second son, it's all right. ”

The bishop, who had the title of "Saint's Bevis", was now full of hideousness. The lights on the four walls of the room reflected a heart-warming glow on his face. His shadow had been dragged by the elder, and when it was reflected on the wall, it had lost its silhouette, like a terrible monster.

"Don't hit Aven's attention, he's my son, you ......"

Looking at Bivis's terrifying face, Count Winterron, who had just sat down, stood up again, and he "banged" his fist on the cherry wood square table in front of him.

But before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted again by Bivis.

The Bishop said to the man in front of him in a contemptuous tone: "Otherwise, what else can you do? Sacrifice to Ramon is your only way out." Otherwise, you won't even be qualified to enter this game. My dear Earl, the son is gone, and he may be reborn. But if you don't make a choice, your family's century-old legacy may be ruined overnight. And, let me remind you, Andy Bud is also your son. ”

"He's not the same as Aven!"

"But he also has you in your veins, that's for sure. You can't assume that just because he's mediocre doesn't mean he's not your son. Anyway, you're ready to sacrifice him, so why can't you be cruel to yourself again?"

"I've sacrificed enough!" said the Earl, and howled when he could not bear it.

However, in the face of the almost distorted face of the Earl, Bivis was facing it head-on, his round eyes were bloodshot at the moment. Although the tone was calm, it was even more terrifying.

"I have sacrificed more than you, as a servant of the Holy Fire, a noble earthwalker of the great Stolas. Now a great, deservedly meritorious paladin has died in the absence of a name, for whom he sacrificed his life only for the contemptible ambition of a despicable father, and the mistakes of a fool. How ridiculous, how ridiculous, haha, hahahaha......"

Bevis laughed maniacally.

Then, in pain, he closed his eyes.

"I haven't told that kid the truth yet. Unbeknownst to Charles, the people he saved this time would soon be eaten alive by a bunch of evil insects as sacrifices. And the one who sacrificed this unfortunate ghost to the evil god was still his own close relative. It's ironic, it's pitiful, it's a living tragedy, hahaha......"

Seeing Bishop Bivis's crazy look, Bert sat back in his chair for the second time. The Earl, now that he was in despair, he asked unwillingly, "Won't the church send anyone to help me anymore?"

"A dragon knight has already been sacrificed, what do you say!"

"Well, I'll try to communicate with that Arthur kid and hopefully get Andy back. At this, Bert was almost in a trance of pain, "You're right, he's my child." And that's all I can do......" He, who had never believed in God, suddenly made ten with his hands and made a gesture of prayer. "May the Father and Mother forgive me my sins. ”

"All men are sinful, and there is no distinction between you and me. Seeing his dejected look, Bivis just smiled, "You don't have to be too sad. Because in this game of the gods, there will always be someone who will give more than you and me. And those of us are just crickets struggling in the autumn wind, a thinking reed on the river beach. ”

Bert heard his persuasion, and the guilt in his heart disappeared a little, and he asked again: "My lord, I only want to know now, whether what you are talking about is true? ”

"If you're talking about 'cocoons,' soon you'll be able to see for yourself. Isn't there only four or five wizards in your Earl's Mansion? In ten days at most, they will be able to taste the delicacy of the 'cocoon', and then slowly be entwined by the invisible thread until they themselves are in the cocoon. And after seeing the 'cocoon', do I have to say more about the rest?" a strange smile appeared on Bivis's face, "This underground invasion is destined to be remembered by future generations. However, it will no longer be the legend of those heroes. Because it is a battle of divine will, the gods of the heavens will use it to establish a new order, although its battlefield is only Nangaran. And until the last moment, no one knows what will eventually hatch in this huge 'cocoon'......"