This is a clean room located in the depths of the Guangming Mountain Cathedral, which is not big, but it is quiet and tidy enough.

Orange flames danced on the candlestick, casting an irregular shadow on the stone statue in the corner. It was a standing statue of a female angel, a softly lined turban hanging from either side of her cheek, her head slightly bowed, and a smile on her face as she stared at the stone tray held up by her arm.

On the tray was a brand new set of clothes, a white tight tunic and a crimson tunic coat. This is the garment to be worn during the sword ceremony, white symbolizes a clean soul, and red symbolizes being ready to die in battle for the faith. Unlike the Cadet Knight, the Cadet of Order has the coat of arms embroidered with the emblem of the Lord God Somu, while the former has the coat of arms of the kingdom oak.

On the bed not far from the statue, Sovereign sat there, slightly distracted.

Three days had passed since the trial of order, and he had been placed in this clean room to meditate. On the one hand, for safety reasons, and on the other hand, each of the Probationary Knights of Order who will be ordained is required to meditate in the cathedral for three days to repent of their past sins and cleanse their souls.

On the last day, you even need to fast to keep your body clean. This is also the reason why after the sword awarding ceremony, there will be groups of enshrined students who will run to Oak Ao to celebrate wildly, on the one hand, because of happiness, and more importantly, the three-day solitary life of clear soup and little water is really not something that these young men can bear.

Unlike the people outside who were crazy because of the angel's arrival, the real person involved in the whole incident had long since calmed down, and now there were only a few doubts left in Soveland's mind. Why did you come to assassinate me?Why did the angels trespass into their own trials of order?Who saved me?Who was the old woman in the gray hut?

An indiscernible sigh rang out in the clean room, and Sovereign rubbed his eyes in annoyance. None of these questions can be answered by themselves. He remembered again the scene when he told the story of what had happened in the Forest of Songs, his father's angry face, Uncle Cyrion's worried face, and Pope Kasroni, who was lost in thought.

"Let's hope this will end soon......" Sovereign thought to himself, this was his truest thought now.

At this moment, the wooden door of the clean room was pushed open a small gap, and an agile figure flashed in and gently closed the door casually. Seeing the other party's appearance clearly, Sovereign, who was preoccupied, finally showed a smile. "You guy, if you get caught by the visiting priest, you'll be able to take it. ”

The man who came in was Paislin, who smiled indifferently and sat down on the bed. "Hey, the guy who can catch me hasn't been born yet," he said, glancing at Soveland, "How's it going?

"It's much better," said Soveland, nonchalantly, "but how many times has this been said?"

For three days here, Paislin snuck in from his clean room every day to chat with him, talk about what's going on outside, and of course get some bacon and fruit out of nowhere. Truth be told, it's much better than nibbling on cold hard bread every day. Of course, on the last day of fasting, even Peslian didn't dare to bring anything, and there were some laws that had been passed down to this day that no one dared to touch easily, let alone at the point in time when the miracle had just reappeared on the earth.

Paislin had a look of great grievance on his face, and complained with some feigned anger, "For the sake of the Lord God, is this how you repay your friend's most sincere concern?" he rubbed Soveland's hair and continued viciously, "You are very dissatisfied? Well, then spit out what I ate the other day!

"Hahaha......" Sovereign laughed at his expression, but his mouth was quickly covered.

"Do you really want to die? hell, don't pull me if you want to die!" Persin whispered nervously, "If we really bring in the Patrol Priest, I guess we will face at least seven days of confinement after the sword ceremony!"

Sovereign blinked invisibly, then pulled Paislin's palm away. "Well, thank you from the bottom of my heart, my brother, at least it's not going to be so boring for three days. ”

"You still have a bit of a conscience, Veran!" said Peslin, satisfied, and leaned over to Soveland, her voice as low as she could be, "Yesterday, Eric's body was found, and the palace held a temporary royal council for the first time. ”

Sovereign listened, his expression visibly darkened, and although he fantasized that Eric would have even the slightest hope of survival, the reality was obviously even more cruel.

"May his soul rest in peace......," Peslin prayed softly as Essolae prayed. In any case, even if they don't know each other well, they are still students who practice together. Faced with such a tragic ending, it is difficult for anyone to hide the sadness in their hearts.

"Poor Eric, who would have thought that the Trial of Order would blend in with the Assassins?" Paislin leaned against the wall, rubbing her pale cheeks a little unnaturally, "Hell, the thought of the impostor 'Eric' mixing in among us makes me feel chills on my body. ”

When everyone returned to Silver Oak City, what happened in the Forest of Songs was completely sealed, and no one knew the inside story of the whole thing, except for the Imperial Minister who had just learned about it, and the instructor who had been given a gag order.

As for Eric, he was originally similar to "Little Transparent", and no one even noticed that he hadn't even returned to the stone henge, or that everyone's attention had been attracted by the angel at that time, who would think that there was one less person.

Later, everyone heard that Eric had died inexplicably after the trial, and although this caused little discussion in the academy, no one would have imagined that the real body had already been killed, and the team was only an impostor assassin who went to the trial. A living life is drowned in a cold conspiracy.

Of course, Peslin was one of those in the know, but Sovereign told him on his own initiative. In Paislin's words, it is better not to know that it is such a strange thing than to know it. He had been stupefied, and Sovereign still remembered his pale face when he heard about it, and his mouth wide enough to fit a pear.

"If it weren't for me, I'm afraid Eric wouldn't have died. Sovereign whispered, pain written all over his face.

Paisling patted Sovereign on the shoulder. "It's not your fault, Veran," he reassured, "no one wants Eric to die for no apparent reason, no one. ”

"What about his family?" asked Soveland.

"I guess the messengers of the kingdom have already departed, and they should be treated as accidental deaths," said Paislin, "and they will receive a large amount of compensation." ”

"And what about the truth?"

"It's better not to know the truth of some things. ”

Sovereign was silent, and a soft place in his heart seemed to be stung violently, and he sat there stunned. The clean room was very quiet, except for the light of the dancing fire, and the stone statues of the world with their eyes slightly closed, looking at this world compassionately.

Paislin sat beside him for a long time, and finally he squeezed Soveland's shoulder. "Cheer up, Veran, tomorrow is the most important day, you can't do it at this level. He said and stood up, "I have to go, or I'll be discovered." ”

"Well, don't worry. Sovereign looked up and smiled reluctantly.

"Good luck, my brother. Paislin said, and quickly left the clean room.

Sovereign retracted his gaze, his heart was not much lighter because of Paislin's comfort, but like a big rock pressing there, he was a little breathless. An insoluble mystery haunted him, and he could only hear the words that kept repeating in his ears. "Sooner or later, I'll find the answer to all this with my own hands. ”

......

In the Guangming Mountain Cathedral, Sovereign is not the only one who is also in deep thought, but he has changed his place and identity, and the same scene is staged.

The lights in the room were still on, and the table in front of Pope Kasroni was full of ancient books, and under the flickering light, the thin figure of the old man seemed to be submerged in a sea of scrolls.

Withered fingers ran over the lines of old handwriting, his face was dotted with a few brown spots, behind his glasses stuck on the bridge of his nose, and a pair of kind eyes radiated a wise light, which was still bright, and showed no signs of decay with age.

The old man was thinking and searching, trying to find the truth about the angel coming to earth. He always believed that the miracles of the Lord God would never reappear for no reason after a thousand years of disappearance, and there must be a reason for this, but he had not yet discovered it, or it was right in front of him, but he ignored it.

Kasroni was older than he had been ten years ago, his body overwhelmed by the long hours of reading and searching, and the pain in his lower back reminded him that he had to take a break. But he is still holding on, because he knows that time is just an illusion of nothingness in front of the Lord God, and fate is quietly changing everything in the world. Miracles must indicate something, and if the cause is not discovered before then, then fate will surely reveal its cruelest side.

A tidal wave of tiredness invaded the old man's body, and he felt as if his eyelids were caught by a heavy stone, and he kept struggling between opening and closing, and finally, his eyes closed heavily.

It's a strange feeling, as if you're still awake, but it's dark before you. The next moment, the old man suddenly opened his eyes, and he found himself in a cotton-like cloud, countless clouds like smoke and mist hit him, and his body involuntarily flew forward.

Suddenly, his vision broke through the clouds, and there was light in front of him, and after a momentary blur, he saw a picture that he would never forget. It was a bright world, with a flowing river of milky light hanging from the canopy, and in the distance, a sun-like object radiated a silver glow.

Below, a golden city floats above a sea of clouds, and the towering buildings that stand like peaks have multifaceted domes, in which the brilliance of the light shines like carefully cut diamonds. The magnificent silver light kissed these bright facets, bursting with blazing light above them, and for the tiny human beings, the grandeur and wonder of this place were far beyond their imagination.

The old man felt his gaze slowly descend as he swept past the temple and the arched bridge connected to him, and he found that the space here was expanding towards a larger, more shocking space. Everywhere there are pointed arches and arcades decorated with intricate patterns, the top of which looks as high as the sky, and the countless columns that stretch into the distance.

The old man's gaze stopped in front of a pool of water, and he vaguely saw two blurred figures standing at the water's edge with their backs to him, staring at the calm, smooth mirror-like water.

One of the figures was golden, and the huge wings of light condensed by countless streamers waved behind him, and the old man felt the majesty, sacredness, and incomparably intimate power exuded by that figure. The other figure was aqua blue, a flowing band of light wrapped around his arm like a ribbon, and a pair of bright silver wings of light glowed with a cold halo.

At this moment, a bead of water that could not be born rolled and condensed in the void above the pool, and then dripped down and collided with the water, causing layers of phantom ripples. The ripples spread endlessly, and the old man seemed to hear the vibrato of the soul resonance in his heart.

The golden figure moved, and he suddenly turned around, and only a pair of dark golden eyes were left in the old man's sight, as deep as the vast starry sky. Then, a distant voice sounded in his head.

Kasroni woke up to the fact that the candle on the bookcase had long since been extinguished, and the cold moonlight crept in through the narrow window, spilling on the mountain of ancient books, illuminating the dark room. The old man's lips trembled, and his cheeks were covered with tears. He never imagined that in his short life, he would be able to hear the word of the Lord God with his own ears, and even see with his own eyes the magnificent, supreme heaven that could only appear in dreams.