When night falls, the chaotic day is finally over, or rather, only the silent night can hide the lost life, the blood spilled, and the lost direction.

The people living in the capital did not know what had happened that day, but in the thunder that resounded in the sky and the golden light that pierced the earth, they once again saw the miracle of the Lord God. But I don't know what kind of tragic facts are written under such a miracle.

The same scene was reflected in the hearts of different people, and some rejoiced, thinking that the Lord God had not abandoned the people of this land. Some people burst into tears, thinking that a noble soul had left this place and would never return. The backbone is broken, and a kingdom has lost its most precious thing today.

In the clean room in the depths of the Guangming Mountain Cathedral, the statue of an angel is still holy, kind, and warm. At the foot of the statue, a thin old man is bent over, carefully lighting the rows of milky candles in front of him. The candlelight flickered, casting a layer of tiredness and sadness on the old man's face.

Behind the old man, two young men sat on the ground in a daze. They were covered in dried blood, and under their unkempt hair, a pair of bloodshot but angry eyes were staring at the ground in front of them without blinking.

Sovereign and Paislin escaped from the Oak Palace, and after a series of fierce fights, they finally escaped from the guards. They originally wanted to go out of the city directly, but the city gate, which was surrounded by layers of the kingdom's guards, was obviously not a place where these two young people with obvious goals could successfully break through.

In this way, the two of them wandered around like headless flies in the capital of Nuoda, passing through the streets and alleys. Finally, after nightfall, he sneaked into the Holy See through the back door of the Guangming Mountain Cathedral. As they expected, Pope Kasroni was not as ruthless as the other courtiers he once knew.

The kind old man took them in, and not only found them a comfortable clean room, but also brought them delicious things. The problem is simply that they have no intention of eating at all, and if they do, they will probably want to bite the flesh of their enemies even more, if this will alleviate the hatred in their hearts.

Soveland's heart was in turmoil, as if a blazing flame had accumulated in his chest, ready to erupt at any moment, burning everything around him, even himself. "Your Excellency...... Why don't you stop the tragedy before it happens? You can...... It's like...... Just like last time......" he said suddenly, his voice choked and a little bleak and helpless.

"That's enough! You shouldn't talk to the Pope like that......" Pesling rebuked Sorverain's hand harshly.

The old man's body stiffened slightly, then he lightly lit the last candle, put the burning branch in his hand into the cup next to him, and turned around. "Tell me, kid, why the Holy See of Order has been able to continue on this continent for more than a thousand years, even if the dynasty changes, it is still passed down to this day?......

Sovereign did not speak, but lowered his head and hid his face in the darkness, allowing tears of sorrow to run down his cheeks, to drip to his chest, and to his heart.

The old man's eyes were full of love, and he did not blame Sovereign for his doubts, on the contrary, he could fully understand that the young child had every reason to be angry or dissatisfied after such a painful day. "Son, the clergy and the royal power cannot be mixed under the decree of the Lord God of Order, as has been the ......case for thousands of years," he said, "and if this is not the case, the neutrality of the Holy See and the majesty of the Lord God will only be destroyed by repeated interferences, until there is no ...... to be lost."

"But my father was assassinated, Uncle Sirian was dead, and even Beorn was dead...... "Sovereign argued loudly, remembering his father's dying smile, Beorn's fallen back, and the pain in his heart as the golden light fell, "They are all your disciples...... They are all ......."

"Say no more...... Sovereign...... "Paislin said.

The old man waved his hand bitterly, stopping Paislin's words, and then looked up at the statue behind him. "Everyone has a faith in their hearts, and this faith is not only to the Lord God of Order," his words were low, as if suppressing the pain in his heart, "and loyalty, love, friendship, vows, ......"

The old man looked back at Essaoweran with a serious expression never before. "My disciples have paid everything, even their lives, for the faith they hold in their hearts...... Therefore, they all have great souls, and even if they are gone, I will sincerely pray for them before the Lord God......" The old man's eyes were slightly red, "Child, each individual has the right to hold on to his faith and choose his fate, whether it is high justice or unforgivable evil...... Where is your choice?......

"I don't know...... My lord...... I really don't know......" Essauvilland repeated the sentence in confusion, tearing his hair in pain. After losing everything, he really didn't know what to do with himself and where to go.

"You've got a long time to think about it, my child......," said the old man.

Paislin looked up in some surprise. "Your Excellency, do you mean that we will be able to escape from Oak City?"

The old man nodded. "Someone will take you out......"

At that moment, there was a knock on the wooden door of the clean room, and after a glance at each other, Sovereign and Paislin became nervously on guard. Then, a Roshan-like figure walked in from outside the door with a cool night breeze.

"How can it be you!" Sovereign roared with his sword drawn, "how dare you appear in front of me!"

Instead of answering Soveland's question, Colin bowed to Pope Kathroni and stepped aside.

The old man sighed wearily, picked up the candlestick, walked out the door, and said as he passed Colin, "They will be handed over to you......"

"Yes, sir, please rest assured. Colin replied.

Sovereign looked at the stumbling old man and asked, "Your Excellency...... Has the Lord God forsaken me?......"

The old man stopped, silently looking into Soveland's eyes. "No, my child......," he said firmly, "never!" and walked out of the clean room.

With Pope Kasroni gone, there was silence in the clean room, and no one knew how to start the conversation below, for Colin he didn't care, and for the two young men, he didn't care about talking to each other.

"Answer me, why are you here!" Sovereign asked in a low voice, clenching the hilt of his sword.

Colin laughed dryly, and then changed to the annoying face of the past. "Why can't I come?" he said, teasingly, showing two rows of shining teeth, "are you going to slit my throat? ”

"Why not?!" said Sovereign coldly, "for a villain like you, the so-called 'loyal', death is your due punishment. ”

"Hahaha......" Colin laughed, as if he had heard something very funny. His body trembled, his face flushed with laughter, and he could only hold on to the wooden table in the corner to keep himself from falling. "Loyalty, well, you're talking to me about loyalty, Your Highness!" he laughed enough, rubbed his eyes, and then sat down in his chair, "With all due respect, unless it's the great Mahos, whoever becomes king is the same!

"How dare you!" roared Paislin.

"Take back your words!!" Sovereign said, pointing his sword at Colin.

"Alright, alright...... Relax, boys!" Colin twisted his body, as if the chair under his ass was too small to make him feel very uncomfortable, "Loyalty is the discipline of the big guys!

"You are shameless!" said Sovereign sarcastically.

"That's right! But let me ask you, Your Highness!" Colin suddenly put away his smile, stared at Soveran with those little eyes that flashed cold, and said: "On the battlefield, everyone has paid their due price, even their precious lives! Sovereign souls are noble and worthy of the word great!" His gaze made Sovereign a little unspeakably uncomfortable, "What about you, my Highness, what have you paid? Tears? Tears can't kill the enemy! Of course, except for women's tears... ... Ha ha. ”

Sovereign was enraged, this was the second time he had heard a similar question, and if the last time it was incomprehensible, this time it was humiliating. "Shut up!" he roared, trying to immediately slit the throat with his sword, but was hugged by Paislin, who was standing nearby.

Colin smiled nonchalantly, then stood up. "End this pointless conversation, and if you want to live, don't waste your time here!"

"Can you take us out of the capital?" asked Peslin, holding Sauveray in the footsteps.

"Of course, if you want to get out of town, come with me. "If you change your mind and want to turn yourself in, please come with me!" I don't mind a handsome favor from Lord Regent!" said Colin, shaking the huge mountain of Roshan as he walked towards the door.

"Why are you helping us?" asked Soveland, staring at Colin's back.

The other party didn't turn back, but the voice floated coldly. "Your Highness, you are not qualified to ask why!" and walked out of the clean room first.

......

Colin's carriage galloped down the roads outside the capital, trampling on the moonlight pouring down from the canopy, and the richly decorated body glowed with a flowing, enchanting glow. Like an elf flying in the night, it moved silently, farther and farther away from the city behind him, outlined by heavy shadows.

The expected fierce battle did not happen, and the garrison at the city gate only briefly checked it and immediately let it go.

Under the cushion of the carriage, Sovereign and Paislin experienced the horror of life and death in this dark and narrow space, and after that, they reaped the thrill of escaping. This is not surprising, after all, no one would split the carriage of a royal minister into wooden strips and scrutinize it unless he did not want to live.

After a long time, the speeding carriage came to a halt in a dense forest outside the city, and Colin climbed out of the carriage with great difficulty, tapping lightly twice on the dark grid on the side wall of the car. After a while, two figures emerged from there.

Paislin took a few breaths of cool air, then looked around to make out the general direction. "I really didn't expect your carriage to have such a function. ”

Colin clasped his hands together and laughed dryly. "As you can see, for my size, a little bigger carriage is necessary. As he spoke, he pointed to the two war horses tethered to the distance, "It's all ready for you, no matter where you go, there should be enough gold coins in the tie bag." Don't thank me, gold, the Chancellor of the Exchequer has never been short of this. ”

Paislin nodded, glanced at Sovereign, who was beside him with his head bowed, and turned to walk towards the war horse in the distance.

"Thank you...... Anyway, thank you......" Sovereign said, looking up at Colin.

"No...... Colin shook his head, "there's not much I can do...... May the God of Order protect you forever, my Highness......"

Sovereign didn't say anything more, he looked into the distance, Silver Oak City in the night, the place that had all the warmth, but had lost everything.

At the last glance, the young prince turned suddenly, and after a moment's pause, he took a step and walked into the darkness before him, and the unknown road ahead.