Alger. Wilson closed a leather notebook and looked out the window at the white mist-shrouded sea, where he controlled the power of the wind to wrap around himself and hovered in front of the window.

He admired the white world outside, his mind felt peaceful, his thoughts diverged in all directions, and gradually, he slowly closed his eyes and enjoyed this moment.

Although the Sunia Sea is not like the Misty Sea, there is often a lot of fog, but in the early morning of autumn and winter, the northern area is still filled with a not thin fog from time to time.

The Blue Avenger he was piloting was returning to the coast of Rune through the sea of fog along the border of Sunia, and it was time to return to the Church of the Storm to report on his duties, and more importantly, he had to start making the rest of the preparations in a hurry.

Alger planned his future itinerary in an orderly manner, the reserve of materials, the mission of the Church of Storm in the war, and the opportunities in the war. And most importantly, the task assigned by Mr. Fool.

For him, a member of the Church who has been on the ocean for a long time, saving the crowd may not have much to do with him, but he can maintain order by sending his men to Byam.

No

Not enough, he had to be bright enough, but once the war began, the Church of Storm would act

There may be a conflict between the tasks of the two immediate bosses

Alger's mind began to get a little tangled, and he felt that he needed to take some time to sort it out, and to do his part-time mission to the Church of the Storm while maximizing his mission with Mr. Fool.

Suddenly, his eyes froze, and a little silver flashed in his pupils, and he saw a huge ship with sails hanging in the fog in the distance, passing silently.

The ship was not alone, it was followed by many of its kind, and they formed a long fleet, and the mottled scarlet rust on these ships meant that there were high hunters on it

There is at least one Sequence 4 Predator Knight on it

"War has come," Alger floated down the deck, watching solemnly as the silent fleet headed in the direction of the Kingdom of Rune.

The island of Sunia was one of the triggers of this war. The island was strategically important to both the Kingdom of Rune and the Fersak Empire.

If it is occupied by Rune, then Fersak's Eastern Navy will be blocked in the icy north, unable to compete for various colonial islands in the Sunia Sea, and at the same time, if Fersak's army units want to start a war, they will also detour the mountains for nearly a thousand kilometers.

The island of Sunia is occupied by the Fusak Empire, and from here, all the ports in the north and central parts of Rune will be within the strategic attack range of the Fusak Kingdom, and even the capital city of Beckland will be attacked by the Fusak Empire at any time.

In fact, this war for strategic points between the two countries has been going on for twenty years, but this time

Recalling what he learned at the Tarot meeting, Alger felt cold on his hands and feet.

When it comes to the war of gods, I am afraid that this time it will not be good, far more violent than the friction of the past twenty years.

The storm is coming

8:00 a.m., inside the Nightingale Tavern.

Deputy Minister of Justice of the Kingdom of Rune and former owner of the Nightingale Tavern. Esso is organizing a "team building" with his personal subordinate Elsa.

He couldn't figure out what the angel was thinking, and he shouldn't have speculated on the logic of a mythical creature's thinking, perhaps a ritual necessity or a deeper purpose.

But who cares? Delen. Esso touched a piece of letterhead on his chest, which contained the recipe for Sequence 3's Chaos Hunter and ritual conditions.

That angel had already given him enough sweetness to even promise to give the Lord material according to his contribution to the work, the job? What is the job?

'Isn't it my job to get everything done for Lord Salir and find out about the Primordial Moon Worshippers?' ’

The Deputy Minister of Justice is not in the unit during working hours? Isn't there still a minister, who cares where a hopeless deputy minister has gone today.

As for whether this angel has any earth-shattering conspiracy, this is something that the church and the kingdom leaders should worry about, and he can no longer escape control, but it is better to think about how to obtain the greatest benefit.

Well. And he has something to do with the Night Church, so maybe I can join the Night Church too.

"Didn't those kids come?" Delen. Esso glanced at McArou, who had come to the tavern in his regular clothes, and asked, "Mr. Salil has prepared gifts for the underage children. ”

McAroroux was silent for a moment, then shook his head and looked around, "Isn't the new boss here?" ”

"No, Mr. Salil won't be here today." Delen. Esso glanced at the time on his watch, and made a rather gentlemanly gesture of please.

McCarround shook her head and said with some apologies:

"It's Nalo's birthday, and I'm going back to celebrate him."

"If you may, please help me thank Mr. Salil for his kindness."

Delen. Esso looked at McArou, "It's the same with you bringing them here. ”

"There are too many of them." McAroux had a wistful look in her eyes, and she looked at the bustling tavern with a slight distraction.

"I'll go back first."

Delen. Esso nodded, the presence of McArou in front of him disappeared, this girl does not like to be exposed to the public eye, he knows some basic situations but does not want to interfere too much.

As a former boss, he only offered the girl a job after she refused to join the official organization, thanks to which he earned about £100 a month.

Of course, if you continue to be under your own hands, if you encounter a situation where you can use her one day, you will also use her, and an extraordinary person in Sequence 7 is not impossible to further her education.

"May this angel bring the gospel and not the abyss." Delen. Esso sighed and cheered up, and began to guide the employees through some recreational activities.

Beckland Hillston, 7th Avenue, Starry Church.

Crane walked down the aisle towards the Grand Prayer Hall, his disguise gradually withdrawing to reveal his true face.

The narrow high windows along the way are inlaid with blue and red fine patterns, and the rays of morning light are dyed with color, blue and almost black, red like the moon, and set off the surroundings in an unusually dark place.

The style of the Church of the Night is similar everywhere, but it is most similar to St. Selena's Church, the headquarters of the Church of the Night in Tingen.

Klein glanced at the night emblem on the altar, then looked up at the sky and lowered his head, clasped his hands, and began to pray:

"The goddess of the night, nobler than the stars, older than eternity, you are the Mother of Secrets, the Empress of Doom and Fear."

Moments later, a figure of a woman wearing a simple linen robe, a bark belt, long black hair, and no shoes and socks walked out of the church's prayer room.

The leader of the ascetics of the Church of the Night, the earthly angel Arianna.

Unlike before, surprise and confusion appeared on her calm face, "The goddess asked me to cooperate with you and those two"

"Gods?"

Beckland, King's Boulevard, Serenzo Restaurant.

Zhongli let go of the tableware in his hand, wiped the corners of his mouth, and said gently to the head chef of the restaurant, Lampelo:

"I'm going to trouble you for today's lunchtime dinner."

"Where." Lampelo laughed, "Even though there was a guest reservation before, it helps that you are willing to use the same menu." ”

The middle-aged man with red-haired hair and thick arms smiled heartily, and he bowed to Zhongli in a white chef's outfit.

"Are there enough people?" Zhongli asked.

"Everyone, even those on leave, were recalled." Lampello patted his chest and made a reassuring gesture, "It's perfectly capable of handling today's noon banquet." ”

"That's good." Zhongli smiled, picked up the towel from the waiter next to him, wiped his palm, and walked out the door.

A tall young female chef with short blond hair hurried out of the corridor, holding a small box in her hand.

"Good morning, Miss Lucia." Zhongli greeted Lucia, who ran over there.

"Good morning! Mr. Mora! Lucia held a small box in both hands, her face flushed, "This is my new dessert cake, can you please try it in your spare time?" ”

"Lucia!" Lampello was about to scold, but when he saw Zhongli raise his hand to stop him, he extinguished what he wanted to say next.

"I just want to have something sweet." Zhongli took the cake box from Lucia's hand, "May the goddess bless you with a wonderful day, Miss Lucia." ”

"I'll tell you what I think of this cake when I come at noon."

I would prefer to be what you think of me

Lucia nodded, watching Zhongli's back as he walked towards the lobby of Serenzo's restaurant and left, and couldn't help but fantasize in her heart.

Zhongli walked out of the restaurant and rode in a horse-drawn carriage along King's Avenue to Remembrance Square.

The upper and lower councils of the kingdom, the various departments, the town hall, and the treasury of the kingdom are all here, and there are many early risers in the square, including civil servants, students, and workers, who are walking in all directions one after another.

Zhongli walked in the direction of the fountain in the center, and a flock of white doves flew along the way, and he found a bench against the flower bed and sat down, holding the cake box that Lucia had just given him.

The leaves of the withered yellow Indis plane tree drifted in the wind, and he opened the small box in his hand, which contained a small red rose cake with white animal cream written in Rune, 'May you have a good day,' and a small wooden spoon beside it.

A smile tugged at the corner of Zhongli's mouth, and he picked up the wooden spoon and tasted it quietly.

"Sir, you're really in a good mood." A man with black hair and brown eyes sat down on the other side of the bench where Zhongli was sitting, pouring a cup of hot tea from the thermos cup in his hand.

He handed the hot tea in the lid to Zhongli, "Would you like a cup of tea just brewed?" ”

Zhongli glanced at the man and reached for the lid, "Thank you, Mr. Benson. ”

Benson paused for a moment and asked in surprise, "Do you know me?" ”

"I know your brother Klein, who once introduced you to me." Zhongli put down the wooden spoon, looked at the crimson tea soup and said:

"Don't you have to go to work?"

"You must be his colleague." A trace of sadness flashed in Bensen's eyes, and then he laughed, "My brother said that every minute in the unit is charged, and if you arrive early, you won't be given a salary increase." ”

"Especially employees like us."

"It's his character," Zhongli affirmed.

Five minutes later, Zhongli, who had finished eating the cake, drank the hot tea and handed the lid back to Benson.

Benson glanced at the time on his watch, and it was 9:00 in two minutes.

Closing the lid, Benson raised the hat on his head to signal his farewell, "I'm going to work, may you have a good day." ”

"Mr. Benson." Zhongli slowly spoke, smiling and saying:

"There will be a day when all separations will be reunited."

Benson paused for a moment, smiled, and replied affirmatively, "Yes." ”

Beckland, North End, St. Samuel's Church.

Su Lin squatted at the top of the church, a bronze bell with a starry crescent moon hanging on his head, and he stared at the sky, the sky where the sun rose.

A thick cloud began to move toward Beckland's side, as if it were being blown by the wind, but very slowly.

is different from the world of the dragon clan, it doesn't matter what he does in that world, Lu Mingfei's future will not be worse than the past, and there are people who can do whatever they want.

Not this time

Speaking of which, the process of his gaining strength is basically a leap forward, obviously it has only been less than two years, and he Su Lin said in the group that no one dares to compete with him for this position.

From thrift to luxury, he has unconsciously adapted to his current strength, and in a short period of time, he has experienced nothing less and no less.

But when he thought of the picture he was about to witness, he couldn't feel better.

It's not that Su Lin hasn't seen a war, he just rose to the top of the pirate world, and the scale of the war in the pirate world is far less than this one.

But this actually doesn't have much to do with me, I'm just a passerby, isn't it?

Sometimes I'm actually quite envious of Azu, if he is Azu's character, it's to get benefits and then leave, do whatever you want, and make yourself happy.

'I'm the god of light, and I can do whatever I want!' ’

Su Lin shook his head and threw his messy thoughts out of his mind.

Software thinking is incompatible, and the hardware strength conditions are not supported, unless he can step on the seven gods and tear up the old days, unfortunately, it may take more than ten years, and luck is almost decades.

Su Lin set his sights on the Beckland Technical University not far away.

The yellowed leaves fall in the autumn wind, and students come and go on campus with books and bags.

This time it's different. They are all ordinary people like themselves once were, not pirates or navy.

"Ugh."

With a long sigh, Su Lin pulled the bell rope and rang the ancient bell.

Knock –

Knock –

With the distant sound of the bell, Su Lin's face dissolved into the void like a mirage, changing from a blonde and blue-eyed youth to his original appearance of black hair and black eyes.

In the depths of his eyes, there seemed to be light blooming like flower buds, and in an instant, they were dyed white and gold, and the particles of light behind him converged to form six brilliant wings of light.

Su Lin smiled in the direction of Beckland Technical University.

Suddenly, his body collapsed, turning into white balls of light the size of marbles, rolling and bouncing from the spire along the red-tiled eaves, falling into the streets, on the roofs of houses, and on every corner of the campus.

As the first class of students at the Beckland Technical University, the institution of higher learning in Rune, these young people are full of vitality and yearning for the future, and they gather every day to discuss ideals, recite poetry, study technology, and be simple and happy.

Melissa. Moretti walked among the students when she heard the bell ringing in the direction of the church, and she looked up at the church of St. Samuel before entering, and she couldn't help but stop.

"Angel."