"Your Highness, I don't know if you have heard that a few days ago, the Imperial merchant group was frustrated in Nanfeng and their wealth was robbed?" Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"It was my father and Lord Hall who instructed this gentleman to do it. I've seen it with my own eyes -- and that's why I'm sitting here. ”

Hearing this, Arthur Stanley stopped, shook for a moment, as if thinking about something, and finally turned around, but did not sit down.

"Mr. Diggs, if you weren't representing the three parties of Ice Soul, Deep Valley, and Paliva, I wouldn't talk to you. You know my purpose - just to restore the truth, so that my brother and Haysah can rest in peace, so that the world will not suffer under the iron fist. I don't want to get involved in unknown forces at all. ”

Odin took his words: "Your Royal Highness, with your wisdom, do you not understand that the source of much of the suffering comes from the power you do not want to mention, the Sanctuary, who claim to represent the will of the true God and judge the world, and that they are the rulers of the empire, and that all power struggles are only means for them to gain profit. ”

"For the people of the Empire to truly be freed from their misery, the vampire monster at the top of the Empire must be expelled—as I think you know, the secret that the Empire's ancient family has always guarded, and the weapon against the rule of the Sanctuary, is the drip canal buried deep underground. ”

The white-robed warlock's voice was impassioned, and he asked Prince Arthur: "Isn't this ridiculous?

Arthur's face turned pale, he didn't sit down, he didn't leave, he seemed to have been hit hard, he was short of breath, and he almost collapsed: "So, you are a "traitor"?"

This organization has always been hidden, composed of homeless people, peasant households, slaves, and other people at the bottom of society, and has never been able to make any big waves, but now it is actually saying that it wants to overthrow the Holy Land?

"I know you despise you—"

Odin sensed the Prince's thoughts, and continued: "However, you keep saying that you want the people to be freed from misery - the broadest composition of the population in the territory of the empire is not the nobility, not the merchants, not the lords of the manors, but these people of the lower ranks, who have no food and clothing, no rights to speak of, and who are silent!"

Arthur was unsteady on his feet, leaning in his chair, breathless by the onslaught of thoughts—reason told him not to let the sorcerer of unknown origin bewitch him, but emotionally admitted that he was right.

"Apostate is the most real person you can't see in your high position. Odin knew that he had struck the prince's fragile heart, and he continued to throw out a fact that shocked him even more: "Lord Carter Larson, too, has renounced his faith in Osiris and joined us. There is no god in this world, only the eternal and unchanging power of the Source. ”

The news threw the already weakened Prince Arthur on the table, gasping and struggling to turn to the door, feeling that he could no longer stay here - or else this evil man with a knack for demagoguery would take away his reason and shatter his long-held worldview.

"Blinding yourself is the saddest thing, Your Highness, you have deceived yourself for most of your life, do you want to continue not to face the truth?" Odin ignored Arthur Stanley's pain, but continued to provoke him.

Then, the white-robed warlock dipped his hand in some water and drew a simple circle of circles and triangles.

Arthur didn't understand what this ridiculous pattern would do, and he just wanted to leave.

At this time, the flame on the nearby candelabra appeared strange—the flame became elongated, like a stream of water passing through a pipe, and was drawn to the center of the rudimentary figure, forming an arch on the tabletop.

When the flames all flowed into the triangle, suddenly there was a bright light, and the heat caused the table to burn rapidly, and the flames seemed to meet pure oxygen, making a popping sound and blinding white light, causing Blanc East and Arthur Stanley to take a few steps back at the same time.

Immediately afterward, a wave of heat and smoke filled almost the entire farmhouse, and the table quickly burned to ashes in front of the three of them.

During the whole process, the white-robed warlock only drew a pattern, did not chant, did not have a staff, and did not emit a spark in his hand, but borrowed the fire element of the tabletop candlestick.

Then, a cluster of scarlet flames rose from Odin's hand, illuminating the pitch-black space.

"What do you want to tell me?" Arthur gasped as he leaned against the wall, not asking 'what the hell was going on' or 'how did this phenomenon come about', but went straight to the white-robed warlock's purpose.

"Show it the truth, Your Highness the Prince - the Apostate is not a deceptive evil group as you think, but an organization that holds power and truth and represents the interests of the vast majority of people. That's why the upright Master Carter Larson joins us. ”

Odin knew that he was finished, and was silent—the wise prince needed time to judge.

"If you're telling the truth, and if Carter isn't stupid enough to be a puppet of the third-rate forces, and it's his will to get involved in this controversy—tell me, Mr. Diggs, what is the role of Paliva City in this sinister political struggle?"

After the horrific scene just now, which pulled Arthur out of the quagmire of emotional conflict, he calmed down again, thought about the stranger's message from beginning to end, suppressed his doubts about faith, and threw out a third sharp question.

Odin showed his usual smile: "Your Royal Highness, the Ice Soul and the Deep Valley are only targets for the royal power, and Paliva will wield the power of truth, free from the rule of the Sanctuary, and establish a new order by Lord Larsen, so that the city-state can regain its freedom, and bring this freedom to all parts of the empire, which is also the will of the 'Apostate'." ”

"We don't want to hold power, but we want to be free from the fate of being slaves, outcasts, free from layers of entrapment, breathing free air - so we need a truly compassionate leader, and that is you, Master Arthur Stanley. ”

Odin's unpretentious position as a "traitor" is not falsely spoken, and there is nothing flawed in the interests of the community - overthrowing the mind control of the Sanctuary, gaining freedom of faith, freeing from the reality of enslavement, and being protected like ordinary people is indeed a long-standing luxury for the infidels in the Empire.

Achieving it will require a bloody revolution - for for tens of thousands of years, the Sanctuary has ruled the spiritual world of the Empire and has firmly grasped the control of the real world.

The white-robed warlock's words were somewhat delusional, but undeniable - his words warmed the cold blood in Arthur's body.

"Even if this revolution fails and we fall victim to the better world, one thing is guaranteed—the Paliva hold the Imperial armies at bay, the Sanctuary is happy to see the secular royal strife to consolidate its dominance, the four city-states are not monolithic, the Ice Soul and the Deep Valley are powerful and have the same goal-"

Knowing that the prince was not a pure idealist, Odin quickly brought the conversation back to reality: "The plot to kill the former king will inevitably be revealed to the world, the despicable usurper will inevitably be punished, and you, in the place of your brother, will lead the empire in a better direction." With your wisdom, it is not difficult to know that this will become a reality, but only if you choose it. ”

"Not necessarily—" Arthur interrupted the white-robed warlock, pointing out the loopholes.

"It will not be difficult to overthrow Lelia and remove Liepon from the throne, but I am afraid that I will not be able to replace my brother - the high Sanctuary and the six great families entrenched in the Empire will tear me to pieces. ”

The prince again pointed out the deliberately exaggerated part of Odin's rhetoric.

"Your Royal Highness, why are you so pessimistic......" The white-robed warlock was still smiling, his infectious words contrasting strongly with his gentle smile, and his expression looked a little strange in the firelight.

"Even so, I'm willing to ...... Get your feet wet. Arthur Stanley replied calmly, as if unconcerned about the terrible fate he recounted.

At this moment, the flame in Odin's hand was extinguished, and the three fell silent.

Prince Arthur looked up at the window, the white moon's bright light slanted into the ground, and the dark red black moon, like a terrible shadow, hid behind the white moon.

He sighed, felt his whole body weak, and the fever began to flap again—not because the air of freedom had brought him back to health, but because his exhirtion, he had ignored it, and now that he knew the truth, his blood was half cold again, and the sickness had returned.

The prince tried to walk out of the doorway, but the burning smell of the room made him dizzy, and he couldn't help but stumble.

The woman, who had been silent, stepped forward and took him by the shoulder.

Arthur couldn't help but look at her—in the moonlight, the woman was stunningly beautiful.

The black outfit made her look dignified and solemn, her slender neck and rounded chest were like white swans, the hazy veil covered most of her face, her body was full of roses and white orchids, and her elegant but reserved movements made her more flawless, like a cold marble.

However, the bright red, tiny lips under the veil made people want to break the vows.

Arthur took a deep breath and chased away the strange thoughts in his head—no one could stir up the waves in his heart now, probably just a fever that burned his head.

However, the next moment, the prince saw tears sliding down the corners of the woman's mouth, like a string of pearls under the white moonlight. This made his dead sea-like mind stir up a small wave, and his heart could not help twitching for the woman's sorrow, and his steps wanted her to come closer.

However, the woman simply stood silently, seemingly immersed in melancholy, unaware of Arthur's approach.

The prince saw her face under the veil—the porcelain-white skin, the delicate nose, and the tears-stained, pure blue eyes, and the drops of water trembling on the slender eyelashes!

At this time, the woman spoke, and what she said struck the prince like a bolt of lightning, and opened a huge crack in his long-lonely and broken heart.

"I understand your pain, and I cry for you. Blanc East said.