Bursts of heat continued to erupt from the fireplace that burned brightly, and the light attached to the nearby sofa and the brown wooden floor in front of the sofa was full of bright yellow and warm colors.

The fabric of the sofa is soft, and the style is single, but there are three of them, and they are placed here in a semi-arc shape, and the style of matching is quite laid-back.

But now only Merlen sat in the middle, facing the fireplace.

The two silver-haired maidens seemed to be more accustomed to sitting cross-legged on the floor, close to the flames.

When Meren saw this before, she thought that they seemed to like flames very much. But at the moment, Melen had no time to pay attention to anything else.

In his mind, there was a prayer that was being perfected.

This prayer comes from the Truth Believers and is a prayer that they usually recite silently before they die.

It's just that before Mellen appeared, the congregants never had any special effect when they prayed in this way, so they were not taken seriously.

It wasn't until Caesar, the Hand of God of the Night Church, was seriously injured and dying that he was overwhelmed by fate and broke through to the realm of saints on earth in one fell swoop, that the prayer became extremely special.

While pondering the matter of the main god's space, Meren discovered the existence of this prayer and gave it to Sister Lydia, who had sufficient religious knowledge, to improve and study it, and she did study some results.

But this is just a kind of "restriction" of the prayer to the prayer person, and it becomes more relaxed.

For example, only the prayers of the Truth cultists who have the corresponding faith in their hearts will make Melen feel it, and this feeling is still very weak, and other believers other than those who have seen him in reality, no matter how devout they are, they will not be able to contact him.

The modified prayer still has this weak effect, but it is not limited to the Truth Cultists.

Considering that Caesar, a non-truthful being, had already succeeded in a similar situation before the prayer was reformed, this improvement was not a major development.

But it didn't take long for Lydia, who was a reformer, to do this, and after Meren made some requests, she already had the idea for the next version of the improvement.

It's just that before this matter began, it was quietly interrupted - the attention of the two was attracted by the phenomenon of time and space travel.

Originally, the matter of improving the prayer was not very urgent, and Merren originally thought that after the two of them had stabilized their exploration of time travel, they would consider further improvements.

But now, as his mind enters a special state, the matter jumps out instead.

After "formulating" the direction of research, some knowledge from the memory inheritance of the former Potions professors and paladins was constantly filtered out by him instinctively, and then with this prayer, under the action of a very wonderful energy, began to mix and evolve.

The wonderful energy is similar to the effect of wishing in the fruit, so that Melun, who did not have enough knowledge reserves, came up with some unfamiliar knowledge that could cooperate with the evolution in his mind.

The appearance of this knowledge was not born out of thin air, but was supplemented by memories that he had already mastered, but was not proficient in or only coarse and dabbled.

The whole process is amazing, and a few seconds of thinking seem to be comparable to what ordinary people can do in a whole year.

However, although this situation would make the progress visible to the naked eye, the brain cells seemed to be boiling, and Melen felt that his head was swollen for a while, and even gradually felt like it was about to explode.

If this kind of thing happens to him in a normal state, not only will he not last long at all, but he may cause irreversible overdraft damage to his body itself.

However, at this time, under the effect of that "blood orange", a "healing" energy is always entwined and mixed in it, so as not to make things uncontrollable.

Melun therefore had no worries and was able to devote all her mind to the prayers.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

Everything in his mind seemed to pass quickly, and the situation was extremely complex and changeable, on the surface, Melen only ate a few bites of the pulp, and suddenly stood motionless on the spot.

Next to him, who was a little frustrated by his previous criticism, and Sylvie, who had been staring at the oranges left in Mellen's hand, it didn't take long to realize that something seemed to be wrong.

"Maybe, it's delicious, isn't it?"

Sitting in front of the fireplace, Sylvie still couldn't hide her reluctance: "I should have let you taste this red orange yesterday, and after my brother eats it, you will definitely not be able to eat it." ”

They have a special physique, and they eat fruits just by eating fruits, and they can feel the corresponding taste, but the effects in fruits will not work on them.

So for a while, the two didn't know what Meren was going through now.

But many times of teaching have made Meren initially establish his majesty in front of these two silly white sweets, so after Sylvie raised her hand and shook the air in front of Merlen's eyes, and did not get a response, they decided not to disturb it for the time being.

To be cautious, the two girls even crossed their toes and cautiously left the fireplace area.

"Brother Mellen is not a stingy man."

When Bai Nen stepped barefoot on the stairs to the second floor, No. 1 was still defending his beloved brother, and looked at the stingy Sylvie beside him with a very helpless gaze.

"But they're so delicious."

Sylvie also wore no shoes, and a pair of more petite feet stepped on the wooden polished staircase, leaving hazy and lovely footprints of body temperature, and her steps looked a little cheerful, but her tone was sullen.

"Just like you, it's very comfortable to hold, so my brother won't let go when he hugs him that night."

Speaking of this, she pursed her lips and said sadly: "Look at it, I tasted this last time, and my brother will definitely not let you go tonight." ”

"What nonsense?"

No. 1's face turned red when he heard this.

Although she is a husband, she seems to be more sensitive in this regard than Sylvie as a wife.

But I don't know what's going on, but Number One doesn't resist it.

Thinking of the feeling she felt when she was held in her brother's arms before going to bed last time, she even inexplicably had some expectations for the night.

"But it looks like my brother doesn't have time to help us clean up the spring today."

Silvie didn't know what her husband was thinking, and she was still lamenting to herself, "If I had known, we should have taken those red oranges out later." ”

"It's okay, there's no need to rush about this."

Number One responded in a low voice, although a little absent-minded, but his tone was extremely determined, "Since my brother has agreed, he will definitely help us." ”

……

The laws of time and space are wonderful, and even if they can participate directly, Merlun has no clue how to smooth out some of them.

But just as he had thought before, when he entered this original kingdom of heaven, everything in reality was "slowed down", as if there was one day in heaven and one year on earth, but the effect was not so exaggerated.

But even so, the insynchronization of the two time nodes has brought him a lot of convenience.

However, this changed as he perfected the prayer in his mind—in reality, time slowed down faster and faster, and finally became completely in sync.

It is as if something is spreading out from the past and extending to the future, pulling the two time nodes closer together.

This situation is bound to lead to some unknown consequence.

But now, even Mellen himself knows nothing about all this.

In reality, people are even more unclear.

At this time, in a small town on the border of the Northern Empire.

A biting cold wind blew from the depths of the ice field outside the town, and bursts of frosty snow particles were carried by the wind, constantly slapping on the faces of a group of passers-by, occasionally provoking the sound of them whispering and scolding the ghost weather.

The sun was strong overhead, but there were no other extra pedestrians on the road.

On the contrary, among the buildings on both sides of the street, there are many eyes quietly watching this group of truth-seekers, fear, curiosity, scrutiny, and amazement......

All sorts of emotions are growing in the dark corners, which means that the composition of these bystanders is not pure.

However, at this moment, even if he noticed this, no one in the team of nearly 100 people was moved by this.

In other words, they don't have the extra energy to focus on the suspicious bystanders around them.

"It must be the blessing of the children of fate that we can escape."

They didn't intend to stay in this town, so the Truth Cultists were always on the road, but their trivial conversations continued, and they were not afraid to be heard.

"But who are those enemies?"

"It doesn't matter who they are, they don't take advantage of it."

"I seem to be more than ten years older,, can anyone tell me what the hell is going on?"

"If I'm not mistaken, what plans are we executing?"

“……”

“……”

"Maybe it's a miracle."

The line dragged and dragged on the streets, and the first was a red-haired Caesar, and beside him was another red-haired young man with a dark blue "lamp" in his hand, who was looking at his surroundings vigilantly.

"Mysterious, incomprehensible, incomprehensible."

Caesar ignored his surroundings as he muttered to himself as he stroked the new strands of gray hair on the back of his head.

Memories seem to have gone awry.

After capturing the sacrifice of the evil god, he and Guderian arrived at the borders of the empire with a group of Shinrikyo cultists, only to detect some ill-intentioned people looking for trouble.

In order to find out who this group really was, the two discussed a conspiracy, in which his clan, the young man next to him, firmly grasped the sacrifice, and he and Guderian pretended to be transferred from the mountain.

Everything was supposed to be going in an orderly manner, but the rest of the matter was out of control.

What is beyond his control, Caesar can't really say.

He only knew that there were no casualties in his own team, and neither was the enemy, but both sides were "seriously wounded" together, and the breath of life was generally dark.

Then, time is not right.

When the war started, it should be midnight, and as a result, the time of "blinking" became ten minutes of dawn!

The most peculiar thing is that the attackers, who were supposed to carry out a fierce attack, had just set up a battle and retreated inexplicably......

All of this seemed extremely strange, and Caesar was confused about it—a sentiment that rarely appeared in people of his level, but now he could not describe it except confusion.

What puzzled him even more was that he couldn't remember where Guderian, the other person who led the team, had gone at this time.

"Looks like you're going to track down those enemies?"

Caesar was very unsure about this.

The enemy retreated inexplicably, and his own people followed to investigate, which should be a very normal move, and it is not difficult to imagine.

But he always felt that this was not the case.

It's not to investigate, but to do?

He couldn't figure it out, he couldn't remember something, everything last night was like a dream, the dream felt very real, but when he woke up, the memory became hazy and obscure, and most of the details were forgotten.

"Looks like there's church people around, Lord Caesar."

Caesar's thoughts were interrupted by the sudden arrival of someone to report the news, and after he answered, he scanned his surroundings and saw the target without incident.

It was a middle-aged man with a rough face, pretending to be a roadside fishmonger, scraping the scales of a fish in front of his stall with his head down, occasionally looking up to show the appropriate curiosity about the Shinrikyo as any other passerby.

"Nightingale man."

Caesar sighed when he saw this.

As the deputy head of the Holy Legion in the Church of the Night, he actually has a close relationship with the Pope, but this refers to the previous Pope.

While he was busy grabbing sacrifices for the sake of his fate, an accident occurred in the Church that forced the Pope to abdicate.

Although he also knew the new pope, it was only to know it, and Caesar could not guess what he would think.

But the appearance of this person sending people to stare at him at this time is enough to show something.

"If you can't do it, let's kill him."

Caesar thought to himself.

His conversion to the original Shinrikyo was known only to some of the Shinrikyo higher-ups, and although outsiders knew that he had benefited greatly from being curbed by fate, they did not know that this conversionary had made him a fanatic believer in fate.

Therefore, as one of the leaders of the Church of the Night, although he participated in this sacrifice, most people just thought that he was returning the favor.

After all, it is difficult for normal people to imagine that people with Caesar's background would change their doors and beliefs.

Caesar himself didn't want to throw himself into the arms of the children of destiny right now.

Because he felt that it would be more beneficial for the original Shinrikyo to maintain his current identity.

He even considered usurping the throne himself as the Pope, so that he could secretly develop the huge Night Church into a force that could be mobilized by the children of fate.

It's just that, considering that there are some mysteries in the Church of the Night that he can't figure out, his thoughts are limited to ideas for now.

But if the church wants to start targeting him, then there must be room for thought, even if it is immature......

"Let's start by investigating those black knights, don't be too impulsive."

When he withdrew his gaze from the fishmonger, Caesar made a secret decision.

Dressed in black armor, a strange and powerful knight, this is one of the mysteries in the Church of the Night that he can't figure out.

Originally, he only learned about the existence of such a person by chance, and although he was curious, he was not very curious.

But ever since he was swept up by fate, he had a strange connection with the child of fate.

This connection does not allow him to communicate with the Child of Destiny, but it gives him a vague sense of what the Child of Destiny needs.

Figuring out the details of those black knights was one of her needs.

This is difficult, because there is no corresponding record in the Church, and the Black Knight seems to be some kind of secret that only the Pope is qualified to know.

But it's not too difficult, or rather, at the moment, it's not too difficult.

Because now, the old Pope has just abdicated, but he has not left his field of vision......

After escorting the sacrifice safely to the territory of the empire, it was time for him to retire as Caesar, so he began to think that he should go to see his old friend next.

However, not long after the idea was born, it was interrupted by other thoughts.

The thought was not a simple thought, but a very unique memory that inexplicably came to mind, but it did not come from Caesar himself.

His expression was stunned for a moment, then ecstatic, and then he frowned slightly, and began to feel embarrassed.

"Promote a prayer in the Church of the Night? Better for those Black Knights to read too? ”

Caesar had doubts in his mind.

Great Child of Destiny, why such strange requests?