White fluffy hair was scattered and fluttered as the body rose and fell. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info's not-so-powerful hind limbs propped up its erect body, and it waved its fleshy claws from time to time, trying to grasp something, but each time in vain.

The successive failures did not make the little one lose confidence, but only stimulated its stubbornness even more, with a slightly embarrassed firmness in its black eyes, it focused on trying again and again, without any intention of giving up.

When Fox walked into the study, he saw such a "happy" scene. He stood silently to the side, waiting for the unscrupulous Lord Earl to finish his daily teasing of the Xiaoice Bear.

Soon, Mephistopheles, who was in good hands, finished his game, tossed the jerky in his hand to the bear, and then picked up the little one who was eating jerky on his lap and set it aside.

This is a newborn ice bear and Mephistopheles' new pet. After another two months, this wholesome activity will have to be terminated because the cub grows in size.

Because of Count Chenault himself, the story of the Ice Bear sending his son was widely spread in the Morte Territory, and it was a pity that the Ice Bear who sent the son left alone after the identity of the Earl was confirmed, instead of becoming the adoptive father of the patriarch of the Morte family as in the ancient legend, and protecting the Morte family until the end of its life.

Both Lady Eru and the knights of House Morte wanted to find the ice bear, but no matter how much they searched, the ice bear, which seemed to be the incarnation of the ancestors, disappeared, leaving no clues to find.

If they hadn't witnessed the ice bear's appearance, the knights searching would have had to wonder if the target they were looking for really existed.

The disappearance of the ice bear added a bit of mysterious brilliance to the head of Count Cheno, and the ice bear, which was originally designated as a protected animal in the Moult Territory, became a totemic auspicious place.

No, the knight who went out to patrol found a newborn little one, and after careful searching, there was no trace of his parents around, so the knight brought back the ice bear and presented it to his lord, the Count Cheno.

This approach is not only to find a home for the bear, but also to "do what it likes".

"I never imagined that one day Molt would become the center of the maelstrom. ”

Watching the bear with the jerky with his teeth fighting hard, Mephistopheles, who was already preoccupied, couldn't help but smile.

"My lord, the old servant always thinks that ....... Dawn Temple is ...... It's something else. ”

The old butler, who had paid all his attention to Mephistopheles, said with a cautious look as if the Earl would immediately change his tone as soon as the Earl frowned.

It is no wonder that the old butler saw the wind and steered the rudder, because he almost died because of the persuasion of the Earl of Bronck, after that incident, Fawkes's loyalty to the Morte family did not change in the slightest, but he could not help but act tactfully and carefully.

He was not afraid of death, but he was not willing to die under the sword of his own monarch.

For retainers, especially loyal retainers, it was an honor to die for the monarch. But if he is killed by his own monarch, it will undoubtedly be the greatest shame for himself and his descendants.

"Don't be so careful, Fauber. Your faithfulness has been seen by my mother and I, and the wrongs done by the Earl of Bronque in the past can only be a warning to me, and not a means of doing things for me. To me, you're like an elder, if you can mention me a few words, it's too late for me to be happy, so how can you be angry about it?"

"The Earl is serious...... Seriously, old servant...... How can the old servant be so important, he can't afford to be so valued by the lord and the old lady. It's not a pity for the old servant to die, it's just an adult'......"

Mephistopheles's words moved Fawkes's heart, and his words of persuasion choked up a little.

"I see what you mean, Fauber. In fact, you have the same thoughts as me, the Temple of Dawn must have something else in mind. I'm not a child anymore, so how could I be confused by the bishop's words?"

Speaking of this, Mephistopheles couldn't help but have a headache: "The purpose of the Knights of Champions hasn't been fully figured out yet, and the temple has come to join in the fun, why, is our Moulte Collar so popular?"

"No matter how they cover it up, there will always be a day when their purpose will be found out, Morte Collar is not a white bread to be manipulated! No matter who dares to be unfavorable to the Morte family, even if we lose our lives, we will make them pay!"

Seeing that Mephistopheles was not carried away by Bishop Kalyan's words, Fawkes's originally apprehensive heart also calmed down. He had never doubted the Earl's wisdom, but this time it was so shocking that even his weathered self was almost distracted by it, not to mention that Count Cheno, who was only twelve years old.

This is not the old butler's fuss, who would have thought that the other party would actually say such things as "Count Chenault is the chosen one of the gods in the oracle of the Lord of Dawn, and it is even very likely that he will become the chosen person of the gods in the future".

If this kind of fanciful words came out of someone else's mouth, then Fox must have thought of him as a madman. However, now that these words are coming from the mouth of a bishop of the Temple of Dawn, there is no need to doubt their authenticity.

No more frenzied believer would ever joke with the gods he believed in, just as the nobles never joked in the name of their ancestors.

But if this is not a joke, then is the Count of Cheno, really the chosen one in the mouth of the bishop? The old butler did not know what a chosen man was, but he knew what a chosen person was. It was precisely because of this that he almost lost his temper the first time he heard that sentence.

The elect is a type of person who has received the divine nature bestowed by the gods, and is a strong person who has truly stepped into the realm of demigods.

This level represents not only great power, but also eternal lifespan.

Beings who possess divinity will no longer be mortal, and the passage of time will mean nothing to them. From the moment they enter this level, lifespan is no longer a shackle that limits them.

The temptation of "immortality" is probably something few people can resist, and if it weren't for the fact that the bishop named Kalian spoke too vaguely and concealed a lot between his words, Fawkes would not have acted as a villain to stand up against anything. In the face of such a thing, any opponent is in an awkward position, even if he is passionate and loyal, and in the eyes of others he is a greedy and jealous man with ulterior motives.

However, what made the old butler feel relieved and moved was that his own earl was not tempted by the grand blueprint drawn by the bishop, nor was he suspicious of his own intentions, and meeting such a monarch must be the greatest happiness of the retainers!

Mephistopheles didn't care about that, the so-called "voters" didn't have the slightest temptation for him, and he was now curious about the real reason behind it.

Through the conversation with Bishop Kalian, Mephistopheles had established that the Lord of Dawn did have other plans for him, but did not discover his true identity.

Otherwise, the person who came to the Frozen Coast would not be a bishop of the legendary rank, but the embodiment of a god.

Never underestimate the gods' decisiveness and execution, weighing the pros and cons is something that mortals should consider, and bullying the small and bullying the weak will never become something that the gods scruple about.

Mephistopheles had no doubt that once his true identity was known to the gods, then what awaited him would definitely be a thunderous blow.

It was for this reason that Bishop Carion's visit was interesting to Mephistopheles. He couldn't figure out what else could attract the attention of a god other than his true identity.

PS: Some of the pits dug earlier are about to start filling, and I'm very happy.