readx; Little Peter listened to Ratfar's words with his mouth open and dumbfounded. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info He only felt as if the whole world he had lived in before had been greatly impacted. The force of the shock was so powerful that it made him wonder if he and the people Ratfar spoke of were living in the same world.

He could only listen blankly, listening to Ratfar's sad tone, watching him sink into his own memories for a long time.

Little Peter's sluggish brain could not react to what Ratfar said, and he continued to listen to the other party in complete passivity. For a moment, it was not too small, and only Ratfar's voice echoed in the not too small living room. And the two of them all had shocked and inexplicable expressions on their faces.

"One night in the autumn of the year 425 A.D., I was woken up in my private room in the Sistine Chapel of the Divine Capital. It turned out that there was a cardinal archbishop who wanted to meet the Pope. I couldn't agree that the Pope was asleep, but he said that there was an emergency, and it was news about the Krent Empire. So I had the guards check on him before leading him to the Pope. Ratfar sighed vigorously as he said this, and he was silent for a long time, and an expression of anger, sadness, fear, and joy appeared on his face.

Little Peter quietly closed his open mouth, and he looked at Eva uneasily. Seeing that she was listening intently, he had to wait quietly for Ratfar to come out of his complicated emotions.

Without letting them wait long, Ratfar calmed down and slowly spoke of his own memories. This memory is so precious to Little Peter, because according to Ratfar, he is probably the only one in the world who knows the truth back then. The Holy See didn't even dare to ask him for this secret, so he could only live alone in this monastery waiting for the day he died.

Ratfar sighed and continued in a hoarse voice: "I'm waiting outside the door of the meeting room, after all, I don't have the qualifications to hear this kind of top-secret information about the two empires for the first time. I waited for a long, long time, and just as I was wondering, I saw the commander of the Knights of Glory run in. Ratfar closed his mouth again and did not speak for a long time.

Little Peter and Eva didn't know how to comfort the white-haired old man in front of them, whose face was full of wrinkles that had retained the vicissitudes of life. They glanced at each other, curled up in their chairs, as if they would be able to disappear from the room.

Fortunately, perhaps because of the passage of time, the complicated feelings in Ratfar's heart have been diluted a lot.

The reason why he is now in such a mood swing is only because he is excited and frightened by the fact that he is talking to someone about the historical mystery he has experienced for the first time in so many years.

Little Peter listened quietly. He and Eva had brought pen and paper, but they didn't dare to write down a single word of what they had heard.

They listened to Ratfal with restlessness, curiosity, fear, and excitement. I heard the commander of the Glorious Order say something, and the Sistine Chapel was surrounded by a group of unknown people. Hearing this, Ratfar broke down the door and rushed into the hall because he heard the news, but saw the pope in a white robe sitting on the throne that symbolized supremacy, long dead, and the cardinal in red robe also had a strange smile on his face, never opening his eyes again.

The two of them listened as Ratfar fled the church under the protection of the Knights of Glory, and listened as he was constantly hunted down and fled by the Holy See and the Holy Empire along the way. Hearing about the covenant between the successor pope and the Holy Empire, they heard about the deep history of humiliation in which the Holy See was later forced to move away. As for how Ratfar later came here and was sheltered by the Holy See, he did not tell them.

It took a long, long time for Ratfar to give these things to Little Peter.

He took a deep breath and pulled the corners of his mouth off his face as a smile. He looked at little Peter and said word by word: "You must remember what I said today. Of course, you don't need to write it down on paper, but you have to write it down in your head. This is my first lesson for you today, and I'm done with it. I need you to get a clear picture of this historical mystery. I'll give you about a week, and I'll ask you questions the next time we have a class. Okay, that's all for today, you can go back. With that, he waved his hand tiredly.

Little Peter and Eva hurriedly saluted him and stepped back and walked out of the room. The monk who had brought them at first was waiting at the door, and when he saw them come out, he did not say anything but let the two of them follow him out of the church.

It wasn't until they got back to the Salvation House that they breathed a sigh of relief. Little Peter kept wiping the cold sweat from his head with one hand, and pulled his collar hard with the other hand to fan the wind.

Although it was hot, it was still cold outside, but he felt that his whole body was shocked by the scorching heat of what he had just heard.

Eva pushed open the door and waited for little Peter to walk in before closing the door and saying, "Peter, can you analyze something? She said with an embarrassed expression on her face.

Little Peter scrambled up the stairs and said to Eva, "I'll go back to my room first, and you can help me with the food later." Thank you. ”

Eva sighed helplessly as she watched him run upstairs, turned and walked slowly back to her room. She sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed her forehead with both hands, and after finally calming down, she looked up at the familiar room.

The whole room was not very big. Originally, the room was furnished with nothing but a single bed, a wooden chair, a coffee table, and a desk.

The room seemed very clean and tidy. Her nun robes were neatly stacked beside the bed, and behind the door were two long swords. One was Little Peter's two-handed sword, and the other was indeed a one-handed sword given to her by Uncle Henry. The one-handed saber was wrapped with gold thread that looked precious, and the scabbard was engraved with patterns that seemed meaningless to Eva. The sword was obtained from Uncle Henry when they came to the monastery and parted from Uncle Henry. She hasn't had time to use it yet.

Eva sighed, straightened her clothes, picked up the bowls and utensils they had eaten from the coffee table next to her, and walked out of the room.

She reopened the door and saw that it was snowing heavily. She exhaled a breath of heat, tightened her nun suit, and stepped out.