North, at the boundaries of Montage Territory.

The thick inky clouds were stacked on top of each other, and the thick ones could not reveal a trace of sunlight.

It was as if the devil's ugly face was looking down on the desolate land.

It was a sunny day a few days ago, but today it looks too dark and damp.

"Boom—"

There was a faint sound of thunder in the overcast sky, and the air contained heavy water vapor, as if to foretell the coming heavy rain.

Ji Yan stood in front of a window with his hands in his pockets, looking at the extremely oppressive weather outside through the glass.

"I said ......"

"Shouldn't you let me out?"

Behind him, a male voice suddenly sounded.

Although the slightly hoarse tone is calm, there is a shallow helplessness hidden in it.

Barolomé sat in a dark red chair, the coffee in his hand already cold, no longer emitting a clear white mist.

But he didn't think about it, just put it to his mouth and gently savored the bitter taste.

Ji Yan turned his head and glanced at him, his expression indifferent.

Then he turned back and did not answer.

Seeing this, Barolomé sighed softly and put the cup in his hand on the table, making a light sound.

"Hoo ......"

"I have informed those old friends, and they have all agreed to summon the meeting, and the location will be in the territory of the Duke of Arendelle's family."

Looking at the back and still not reacting, the corners of Barolome's eyes couldn't help twitching slightly.

He'd been here for days, imprisoned in the space cage set up by the mysterious little girl.

Luckily, the Radiant Moon Warlock has gotten rid of his physical needs, and he doesn't value food and the like that much.

Otherwise, he would have to ask the butler to bring the food continuously.

I have to say that after Ji Yan unveiled the shadow that Barolomé has been in his heart since he was a child.

He is actually no different from ordinary people, with his own emotions.

The indifference that comes out of it is just a matter of routine.

But in the face of great strength, all this is like a paper lake.

Seeing that Ji Yan was slow to answer, Barolomé looked over his shoulder and looked at the scenery outside the window.

At this time, it can already be seen that countless green leaves are drawn from the branches, and then they are rapidly unfolding.

It's just that the dim and gloomy sky casts a dark shadow over it.

"Is the banquet on the Duke of Arendelle's side attended by all the nobles of the North?"

A flat voice suddenly came from the front, and Barolome's eyelids lifted slightly.

Why did he suddenly ask about this?

Barolomé thought that Ji Yan would ask more about the "door", but he still gave a brief answer.

"That's natural, Duke Arendelle's invitation is said to be a gathering banquet of his forces, but all the nobles will be present at that time."

"After all, he is the uncrowned king of the north, and no one will not buy his face."

He paused, then thought of something, and there was a hint of inquiry in his eyes.

"You probably haven't been to it before, so this time you want to see the banquet held by the Duke of Arendelle?"

"I am allowed to bring my relatives into the feast, and I can give you this place when the time comes."

The figure in front of the window shook his head and said.

"I'm just curious, does that Duke Arendelle know that there are people like you?"

Barolomé's brows furrowed slightly, not knowing what Ji Yan meant.

"Duke Arendelle naturally knows, but we have reached an agreement not to invade each other."

"After all, the strength of that duke...... We don't want to touch his mold. ”

Ji Yan looked at the gently swaying green branches outside the window.

The strength of that Duke Arendelle can make several Radiant Moon Warlocks with the same strength as Barolomé fearful.

Or is it because the empire he represents behind him makes these people jealous?

But that's not something I need to care about.

He just wanted to know how many people in the entire northern region believed in that evil god.

And is the Duke of Arendelle involved......

The gloomy look flashed, and Barolome's eyelids behind him jumped slightly.

For some reason just now, he felt a trace of suffocating depression from the back in front of him.

But the repression disappeared quickly, and it was only for a moment that it was gone, as if it had never been manifested.

even made Barolomé suspect for a while that this was his own delusion.

Then he laughed dumbly, after all, how could a warlock who was not yet in the Morning Star realm have such a terrifying aura.

If not, how could Ji Yan let that mysterious little girl make a move.

I guess it's my own delusion.

Barolomé reached for the coffee on the table and poured the icy liquid into his mouth.

Ji Yan turned his head and glanced at it, the cup in his hand trembled slightly, almost spilled.

Barolomé looked stunned, and then began to wonder if this was his delusion.

And no matter where the man suspects that he has a problem with his perception.

Ji Yan asked him before, but to his disappointment, Barolomé didn't know much about him, and he didn't know how many people there were.

I only know that it is an extremely large group of forces, and its beliefs cover all aspects.

Even one of his old friends served in it.

In the face of such a force, Barolomé will turn a blind eye and let things develop, and even the disappeared Carter is acting with his acquiescence.

"The ...... of the Holy Maiden"

Ji Yan closed his eyes, which family of saints would be hung on the cross by believers for fire offerings.

Even if the Lord of Dusk is called an evil god, there are countless human sacrifices performed.

But I didn't see them have the courage to make a move against the Holy Maiden.

After all, the Holy Maiden represents the image of the Lord, and unless the Lord has a specific need, it will never be the turn of the Holy Maiden to go to the altar.

Thinking of this, Ji Yan opened his eyes reluctantly, and his heart suddenly moved.

What if there is a real need?

His train of thought seemed to open up at once, and all kinds of ideas suddenly popped up.

What can bring a force together is naturally a visible core interest.

And in the north, such a huge force, you say, because of the faith gathered together.

Ji Yan didn't believe this statement.

After all, Barolomé also said that there are many classes.

Chief among them are the aristocracy, who are the real masters of this power.

And what are the virtues of most of the nobles in this world, I believe there is no need to elaborate too much here.

Basically, they are all centered on their own interests, where can there be such an idealized thing as faith.

For them, the benefits are the reality.

For example, the Holy See, because it is a top-level power and has a huge influence on the mainland, can easily obtain resources.

That's why there are many people who are willing to join the Holy See.

If it were a dilapidated papacy that told you to believe in the Lord of Radiance, who would choose to join?

So the strange thing is that this force has nobles who believe in that evil god.

And there seems to be quite a few of them.

Ji Yan closed his eyes again, and the scene of that day involuntarily appeared in his mind.

The raging fire, the burning girl, and the indifferent face illuminated by the firelight.

Although after so many years, the picture has become a little hazy.

But the feeling of pain, powerlessness and anger still did not subside in the slightest, but became clearer and clearer with the passage of time.

"Brother Merris......"

A whisper that seemed to be close to the end of the day, like the sound of the wind hitting the petals of a flower, was light and mysterious.

It seems to be as clear as spring water, penetrating into the depths of the soul and melting the listener's heart in an instant.

】

"Kacha!"

The sound of glass shattering sounded suddenly.

Along with it were crystalline fragments scattered everywhere.

The splashed glass was like a mirror, reflecting the eyes that were so dark that they seemed to have no end.

Barolomé looked over in amazement, only to see that the window in front of Ji Yan was broken for some reason, and under his feet were debris flowing across the ground.

Outside the window, the wind quietly silenced its sound, and a dead silence enveloped the land.

I don't know when the rain fell, the light rain fell silently on the eaves, and meekly fell into a rain curtain, which gradually became heavier, and the rain was fierce, accompanied by lightning and thunder.

The rain blew into the room through the wind, and all fell on Ji Yan's body.

He didn't dodge or dodge, carefully savoring the coldness on his face.

Suddenly, Ji Yan spoke.

"Take me to the Duke of Arendelle's feast."

"No problem."

Barolomé nodded, not knowing what he was going to do this time.

But now I don't have the right to refuse at all.

Ji Yan's eyes stared at the pale rain curtain and remained silent.

He went to the banquet of the Duke of Arendelle, not only for the so-called 'door'.

More importantly, it is important to distinguish the indifferent faces that are reflected in the firelight.

"Let's go now."

Barolomé looked at the space cage that disappeared at some point, the small figure entering the room, and the hazy rain outside the window.

I wanted to say something, but I swallowed it.

Calmly went to arrange for the butler to prepare the carriage.

……

A dark, damp forest, where water drips and falls from the leaves, making a lonely and lonely sound.

Countless sounds come together and play into a single movement.

But in the midst of this, there was suddenly a discordant rhythm.

"Poof!"

A charred black figure suddenly appeared in the air, and then, under the pull of gravity, slid over one branch after another.

Eventually rolled into a low-lying pool.

She lay silently in the pool, the surface of the water rippling under the raindrops.

If it weren't for the slight heaving in front of his chest, it would be like a corpse at this moment.

But it seems to be about the same.

The rain was swift and crackling down on the charred skin.

Bright red blood oozed from the surface, and the puddles under him were instantly dyed red.

As if it was the sensation of pain, the charred black body moved slightly, making a crunching sound.

A pair of black eyes are revealed.

Sluggish, indifferent.

The rain slid down the horrific burn marks beside his eyes, and swept away a patch of charred black skin.

But it burned so dry that there was not even a trace of moisture.

Fortunately, there was a force that protected the internal organs and brain, so that no more serious injuries were caused.

But even so, these injuries could still kill her.

This figure is none other than Christine.

After she broke away from the space, she rolled down into the forest.

The body struggles, but every activity brings endless pain.

But Christine was completely unaware.

She knew it was a dead end to stay here and let the rain wash away.

Now she didn't know where the spatial undercurrent had taken her, if this place had left the north.

The charred black figure slowly got up and half-knelt in the middle of the pool.

At this moment, Christine saw her own reflection in the water.

originally had the beauty of the Empire, but now only the scorching hideousness remains.

The slender and graceful body is also covered with ugly scars.

Sure enough, I look ugly now......

That was the first thought that came to Christine's mind, but then she smiled wryly.

When is it, I still care about my appearance.

Even my life is in great danger now......

I have to admit that this time I was completely planted in a deep pit.

During the pursuit, Christine originally wanted to tell her identity, but since she didn't tell her for a while, it would be useless after that.

At most, it would make that Radiant Moon Warlock's determination to kill him a little stronger.

Alas......

Christine sighed faintly, and a figure appeared in front of her.

It was a guard who desperately sent himself out.

Although years of exile have made her accustomed to the numbness of life and death, she still has an extremely heavy depression in her heart at this moment.

The icy rain slapped against me.

Seeing that he was alone at the moment, he was even more embarrassed than in his previous life.

Christine was in a trance.

She didn't feel like it was supposed to be that way.

Obviously, he is eighteen years old again, and he is ready to change his fate.

But he was faced with a blow from fate, as if he was laughing at himself for all his previous efforts in vain.

"Da Da Da ......"

The sound of horses' hooves came from a distance, and then came to an abrupt halt.

Then a figure gradually appeared in Christine's gaze.

Slowly raising her head, the rain molded her vision, so that she could only see a very familiar figure.

A large hand reached out, and Christine instinctively put it down.

The warmth in the palm of your hand is so real.

This hand, powerful and fiery, seems to not let go in the midst of a raging storm.

Christine was suddenly reassured.

Then there was an endless sourness, and the irrepressible cry was mixed with the sound of the rain.

As if to bring the suffering he suffered, the sadness accumulated in exile in his previous life......

They all cried out.