God says that unbridled gluttony is the original sin because it mocks self-control and disdains modesty.

The prisoner at the bottom of the prison of the Ministry of Divine Faith and Doctrine slowly raised his head, with a weak face and bony limbs, like a filthy livestock chained, no one could have imagined that he was the white-robed man who conquered half the continent two thousand years ago.

The longest-lived race in the Sean Continent, except for the Glories Elves, is the fish-people who live under the dark river of Ghana, and their lifespan can be as long as 1,200 years. But the light elemental (great) mage Abyss is obviously not among them, he is an ordinary human. It goes back to the Battle of the Abalia quagmire, where the Pope's paladins accidentally found him in an ice cave somewhere in the Warren Mountains.

At that time, Abyss was still dressed in white robes, his face was neat, and he was frozen in a huge icicle, like a god. If it weren't for the fact that the Metropolitan who traveled with the army recognized the emblem of the Holy Light Cult on his white robe and returned to the Pope in horror, I am afraid that this great man who has regained his fame and returned to silence will always be there as an ice sculpture.

After learning the news, the Pope did not hesitate to go to a wild place like the Eastern Ice Field, wandered around with the then Emperor Alden II on the newly opened Abalia Black Market, and left empty-handed, only to quietly add an icicle to the carriage when returning to the imperial capital.

Later, the Pope shut the light in the ground and did not see the light of day.

"I don't have a lot of patience. The white-haired Pope stood in front of the man, his eyes were cold, and said, "Since I can resurrect you, I don't mind turning you into a specimen again, Abys." ”

The man tugged at the corners of his mouth disdainfully, his almost shattered jaw revealing red and white flesh and bones, but there was no blood to flow, and he looked at the white-haired Pope sarcastically, like looking at a naughty (young) child, with a sparkle in his eyes

Abys, who still looks middle-aged, looks very strange in the face of the white-haired Earnest I.

"Click. The white-haired pope put his hand on the man's shoulder, tore off his entire left arm, threw it on the ground, and said in disgust as he left, "Filthy heresy." ”

As the blood slowly dripped down, the light dimmed.

"His Majesty the Pope. Cardinal Spryon saw the white-haired Pope walk up the stairs, took a few steps forward, and whispered, "Found her traces in the Eastern Ice Field." ”

The white-haired pope continued to walk without pause with an expressionless face, and after a while, he said slowly to the cardinal archbishop who was following him: "What she is going to do is just an observation of the Pope's position for the time being." ”

The old man looked meaningfully at the quiet archbishop, and said in a cold tone: "The most important thing now is that I want to know where the crown has gone." ”

Archbishop Sprion's face tightened, the corners of his eyes jumped slightly, and his hands lifted the red robe on his body, like a pool of blood flowing at the feet of the white-haired Pope without hesitation, and said in a deep voice: "Do your will." ”

The Crown of Stars, created by God Himself, is said to allow the soul of the wearer to be cast forever from judgment and rule in the name of God.

Back then, the madman Mirding was able to use the mirror to defeat the invincible Holy Light Sect Master Abyss, in fact, it contained most of the luck component, and Abyss didn't even care about gods at that time, how could he regard a nameless magician at that time as an opponent. The Pope has a richer and more detailed account of what happened in Mitchell, and his strategic vision and tactical means are as fine as textbook throughout Abys's conquest.

But people only saw the light on his finger, thinking that it helped Abyss conquer half the world, but they didn't know that when the iron hooves of the Holy Light Cult stepped through a certain city in the southeast, the legendary Star Crown was accidentally found in the dilapidated small church in the city, and this dazzling peerless treasure was actually hidden under the bed board by the vulgar priest as private money, and the moment Abyss picked up the crown from the package on the dirty floor, the door to the fall of the Sean continent had been opened.

With Abys's cold-blooded habits, of course, he slaughtered everyone in the church with his own hands, including the cultists and knights who followed him, and he needed dead people to keep the news of the crown more than loyalty.

Subsequently, until the light pierced half of the continent, just the day before the Holy Light Cult army captured Mitchell City, maybe it was carelessness, maybe it was an accident, Abyss, who had always been crowned, did not bring the artifact this time, so that he was defeated in front of Mitchell City, and everyone did not know where the staggered Da mage had gone, and the crown disappeared again with the trail of Abyss fans.

What the Star Crown means to the Pope, Sprion knows very well in his heart that the reason why the Cult of Creation God can eliminate other religions and flourish in Tyranny is that in addition to the necessary means of operation, it is closely linked to the interests of the royal family. At the beginning, the Pope synthesized the mainstream parts of the myth and story and elevated the creator god to the supreme position, which was inseparable from the staunch support of the Tyranid royal family.

But once in possession of the crown, the Pope will completely put the divine power above the royal power, and Tyron will become the Pope's true holy empire.

"Let Kerr Robles come to me. The white-haired Pope had already left, and the archbishop slowly got up, gritted his teeth with a gloomy face and whispered.

The head of the Holy Knights behind him was startled, and he responded in a little panic, turning back and walking towards the darker corridor.

The reason why the light exists is precisely because of the shadows, and the bright and holy Philip Cathedral in the eyes of people will also cast shadows when the sun passes over the spire, and Kerr Robles, who was born in the Cerberus family, is undoubtedly the darkest shadow of the Pope. Looking at the bottom of the dungeon, there was dead silence, and the archbishop's face was cloudy, and the red robe on his body swayed with the wind of the corridor.

"Looking for me?" a hoarse voice suddenly sounded behind him, and before he could turn around, Spreen could already smell the unpleasant smell of blood.

"First go to the southern city of Adel, and from there I want you to dig up the heirs of the Abyss family. The archbishop did not turn around, still looking at the blurred center of the dungeon, and said in a cold tone: "Even if it is a bone rotten in the grave." ”

"My ban?" the eyes of the person behind him showed a rich and fanatical killing intent, and the pointed tongue licked the scarlet blood stains at the corners of his mouth.

"From now on, you don't have a ban. Sprion turned, glanced at the madman with unkempt hair and a sharp iron hook at his waist, and whispered, "But all your actions will not be recognized by the Pope." ”

The man nodded strangely, his eyes red with excitement, and his heavy snort spewed an unpleasant smell, as if a bloodthirsty beast was about to run out of its cage, full of murderous intent.

The archbishop dusted off his clothes and walked into the corridor accompanied by the head of the Knights, and soon disappeared into the Department of Doctrine of the Holy Faith.

After the new dean of the Hongtong Magic Academy took office, everything was as usual, and there were not much changes, except for the two depressed vice presidents, the academy was still like that. It's just that recently the academy kitchen found that some of their food was always missing somehow, but fortunately it was only a small part, so it was stolen by the rats in the burrow, and of course it would not bother the dean because of these little things.

"Isn't it delicious?" the blonde crouched on the floor of the library, staring at the two peers in front of him with hope, puffing out his cheeks and wrestling with the barbecue in his mouth.

"Also...... Not bad. Fred reached out and wiped the grease from the corner of his mouth, and nodded with satisfaction. Arthur, who was beside him, also nodded lightly and said, "It seems that the chefs of the academy don't know how to cook this kind of barbecue." ”

"Hey, hey. The blonde Alan smiled, like a praised little peacock brushing his tail, the finger tapped the tip of his nose, and said triumphantly: "Of course the chef of the academy can't make it, because I make all these barbecues." ”

"What did you do?" Fred snorted, looking at their new friend in surprise.

"Of course. Alan folded his hands behind his head, lying on the floor, like an experienced chef squinting at two young diners, said arrogantly: "This is my carefully marinated jam with the best beef tenderloin, smoked over low heat for four hours." ”

In Fred's adoring eyes, Chef Allen's vanity was greatly satisfied, he sat up and promoted to the diners with high interest: "First of all, the jam should be selected from the most seasonal (honey) peaches, blueberries and yellow oranges, squeeze out the flesh and stir evenly, and then mix with honey, a good jam should always be sweet, it must be sweet but not greasy, and the fruity aroma will not disperse, the best way to verify it is to put it in the garden, and it can attract more bees than Jasmine Hua is considered a success." ”

With Fred swallowing saliva and stunned, Alan clapped his hands and continued to taunt: "Secondly, it is to use the freshest beef, I personally recommend using beef tenderloin, when there is no beef tenderloin, beef tendon can also be used as the first choice." Then, make a small knife cut on the meat and carefully apply the jam ......" said Allen's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was carving a perfect work, and he gestured with both hands, and said: "When the tongue of fire licks the beef covered in jam, a rich fruity aroma wafts out from the slight zizi sound, just wait, wait for the beef under the jam to turn into a golden delicacy." ”

"Alan, you're truly the bard of the culinary world. Fred replied with a sincere tone of longing in Alan's description, grabbed the last piece of roast meat and put it in his mouth, licked his fingers and savored it carefully.

"Hey, hey, hey. Alan patted him on the shoulder enthusiastically, feeling like a confidant, only Arthur looked at him with a strange expression, secretly thinking that this kid has amazing magical talents, but he only loves food, which is really strange.

"As long as you like it, I will go to the kitchen every day to steal meat and make ...... for you" Alan stood up happily and beat the ticket aggressively.

"Wait!" Arthur interrupted him with a twitch at the corner of his mouth, "You steal the beef you use for the barbecue from the academy kitchen?"

"Of course, what else?" Alan plucked his ears, looked like a matter of course, and waved his hand: "There is a lot of meat in the academy kitchen, there are beef, venison, chicken, and goose meat, and I will make barbecue for you in the future, how about it?"

“......”

Arthur licked the corners of his mouth, not to mention, it was indeed delicious.