The Holy City, if no one mentions it, most people have forgotten about the Holy Night, and the believers speculate that he has returned to the Lord's side, but the Church has never responded positively to the speculations of the believers, and when the Nightmare statement was far and wide, it brought him faith, and now what is needed is that he is slowly forgotten. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The name of Ina Kenreis is becoming more and more known, before Ina was notorious, and the countries knew about her existence, it was still in the war between Biruchko and Ulinoman against the Church, but time has passed, and now Ina is the Grand Master of the Ming Knights, and she has made countless meritorious deeds, and her stories have been circulated in various dioceses of light, and the names of those demons in the past have been diluted in praise.

Now the Church of Light in various countries and regions has even erected a statue of Ina for believers to know her, and believers can always hear that Ina Kenreth leads the Light Master to defeat one enemy after another and defeat one demon after another.

There are always people who understand the general trend, especially some people who are good at spreading news, they are the real smooth meat balls, especially the people whose duties are living on 'news', where it is lively, they can't miss it, what the people and believers are happy to see, they write and say, so the image of Ina gradually shifted from the cold Grand Master of Light to the beautiful and kind holy woman.

Some unheard stories began to emerge, mostly around Ina's birth and experiences, and the demon Zimon was also fortunate to be mentioned in passing, although most of it was hated.

Biddle, the poet of the New School of Poetry, succeeded Gore and became another leader in the poetry world, traveling thousands of miles to see the style of Ina Kenrith, his poems may not be talented, but they are enough for the common people to see, and paper and ink, the labor required to distribute the paper, does not rely on the poet and his talent, but on gold and power, so as one of the believers of light, Biddle is well known, and slowly became the leader of the poetry world.

Most of the affirmations given by other industry peers are like a big river, even if there are one or two opposing waves, the waves will disappear quickly, not only the waves will disappear, but even the fish that cause the waves will be squeezed out of the river, or that problem, if a poet is talented, but he has no gold coins and rights in his hands, his poems can only howl with his mouth, which cannot be spread farther, and eventually he will die of hunger and fatigue.

Biddle is not only a devout believer in light, but also a master of art, and his clothing today perfectly blends religious and artistic elements, with unique close-fitting dresses, traces of the big white robes of believers in the Church of Light, and the luxury and harshness of aristocratic formal attire can be seen in some places.

Of course, most of the ordinary people think that he is a psychopath, only those who have a little artistic cultivation will be full of praise, only those who listen to the authority to say this, only those who know that it is art, that is beauty, and also learn this kind of vision.

Biddle knows very well why Ina's public opinion in various countries is so high now, as long as he is on the side of the light, his poems, even if they are written like a piece of ****, will be spread far and wide, will be scattered and fluttering in all countries, and will be highly praised by tens of millions of critics. What's more, he thinks that his poetry is not so bad, at least in his opinion, except for a few stubborn fellows, his poetic attainments are no longer surpassed.

And those stubborn guys are even reluctant to write poems to the people, to people who need beauty and stories, will they die if they are satisfied, except for some people in the industry who will seek after and praise, these guys have no income at all, and even food and clothing are a problem, and he, hehe, this body is also worth 180,000.

Under the guidance of the bishop, Biddle entered the Papal Palace in high spirits, and to be able to enter here, money was no longer enough, and he had to have great power and fame, and he was obviously the latter.

In the prayer room of the Papal Palace, Biddle looked around, and couldn't help but feel in his heart that the church still adhered to the doctrine of honesty, and there was nothing empty, and when his eyes were nowhere to fall, the dazzling woman under the holy light, like a goddess, broke into his eyes, and immediately occupied his thoughts and breathing, in the blank, he frantically looked for poems that could describe the woman in front of him, for fear that the inspiration would be suddenly cut off, but the inspiration did not disappear, the shock of the beauty to him was still deepening, only he himself suddenly woke up, every gorgeous decoration he used on her would seem cliché, his poems were so shallow and weak, completely unable to carry her beauty, he swore that if he wanted to describe it in those verses, he would only castrate her beauty, and only make her vulgar!

The Bishop leaned on Biddle's arm before he suddenly woke up, and after coughing dryly, he saluted Ina: "Dear Miss Ina, please forgive me for my gaffe, your beauty really shocked me. ”

Ina glanced up at Biddle and said lightly, "Get out." ”

The bishop hurriedly interjected: "It was the Holy See who decided to let him come, you should tell me why you chose to resist the church in the first place, why you became a heretic, this is your only stain, the believer's faith is not pure enough, just because of this stain." ”

Biddle nodded again and again, he knew very well that he could call the wind and rain in the poetry world, all relying on the favor of the powerful, here, he was no different from a beggar, he, he was able to climb this step, all by virtue of the word conscious, even if his status was already very high, he would not overestimate himself.

"Why do you want to ask why?" Ina said lightly, her face was not half emotional, and her almost transparent lips were also slightly open and closed. From a distance, I thought it was a sculpture that was extremely beautiful.

The bishop smiled: "Of course you have to ask something, with a reason, there will be tolerance, and with tolerance, the faith of believers will be stronger." ”

"Faith ......," Ina said several times, and added, "Because Ina Kenreth once wanted to resist me from waking up." ”

Biddle glanced at the bishop in confusion, where would the bishop explain Ina's past to him in detail, just smiled and nodded, with Biddle's intelligence, he immediately came to his senses, pondered for a moment, combined with the history he had investigated, and said: " Miss Ina once had a demon brother, Zimon Kenreth, when Zimon this demon was hunted down by the church, you had to go against the church for your sake of him, but this demon is heinous, and in the end he still has to be the enemy of the light, you can't watch him continue to poison creatures like this, kill innocent people, so I can't bear to leave him, I can think of you now, my heart must also hope that he can be lost, and must be painful because of opposing him, but this is you, great Ina Kenreth, you would rather be bitter than against him, this is your great sacrifice, and it is also the basis that light will defeat darkness, and justice will destroy evil. ”

Under Ina's calm eyes, a few traces of gray flowed, and the bishop had sensed a trace of murderous aura, and immediately blocked in front of Bidel, saying, "You can't touch him, this is what the Pope meant." ”

The gray glow flowing under Ina's eyes became more and more intense, gradually reflecting her eyes into gray, and there was a hint of anger on her calm face, and she said coldly, "If he still wants to tell me a story, I don't mind turning him into a story." ”

Biddle shuddered with fright, and buried his head in the face of not daring to speak.

The bishop duly patted Biddle on the shoulder and said, "Ina Kenreis has already told you why she wants to be a heretic, and I and the church can testify, so let's go out." ”

Biddle nodded, and left the prayer room after the bishop.

Miss Ina said that she did not understand why his brother was so vicious and insidious, and had killed an unknown number of people, and that she still had a sense of guilt in her heart, and that she wanted to redeem herself for what she had done, and that if Zimon continued to be the enemy of the light, she would personally send him to destruction. I don't know if the bishop heard it. Biddle asked cautiously.

The bishop looked at him with a smile and said, "That's what she said, and the whole church and I can testify." ”

Biddle rejoiced that if the church acquiesced, he would have the most room to play, and it would not take long for a good poem to be conceived.

As soon as Biddle left the Holy City, he secretly summoned hundreds of students overnight, he was very famous, and there were naturally many disciples, hundreds of apprentices, among whom there were naturally gifted people, and he instructed these apprentices to go to classical literature to find some beautiful words, and let the disciples play freely, and make up a far-reaching sentence by themselves, there will always be some unexpected gains, as long as he has the outline of this poem in his head, and other details, these hundreds of people are better than his head.

Of course, in the end, there can only be one name of the poet.

Ten days later, however, when Mr. Delby's poems had just been distributed in batches to the countries and caused quite a stir, a medal of commendation had not yet been awarded to the talented poet in the hands of the Church, and he died.

Some lament his early death, others praise him for dying of exhaustion in the poem, and that poem became Biddle's swan song even more popular.

A poet who knows the shadows under the light is better to be silent, and a poet who knows the shadows under the light is still a poet of great fame, even if he is closer to the light, it is better to be silent forever.

However, it was not the Church of Light that kept him silent forever and fulfilled his reputation. The shadow of the Church of Light, who had been dormant around Biddle and mingled with his group of 'poetry friends' to monitor his every move at all times, was already cold when they infiltrated Biddle's mansion, and there was no wound on his body, as if his soul had been directly destroyed.

In the Papal Palace, the heavy wooden doors of the cathedral were pushed open again, and the old pope walked into the cathedral on crutches, where Merce had been sitting for two years, and when he had left, the pope glanced at the front of the cathedral, the soul that was being scorched by the blue flames, and the illusory Biddle stretched out his hand to him.

He slowly walked up to Delby and muttered, "It seems that your heart still hasn't been able to transcend this world." ”

Biddle wailed again and again, "I am detached, I am ....."

The sound of his cry was stuck in his throat, but there was a clean golden flame, which ignited from under his feet and quickly suppressed the previous blue flame, but this flame made him feel truly warm, the pain was disappearing, and his consciousness was gradually falling into a blank.

"The Lord will forgive your sins. The Pope clasped his hands together and muttered a thought, and Biddle's soul burned in the flames. (To be continued.) )