Early in the morning, it should be a time to sleep in, Margaret has always thought so, but, as a chief priest, if the knights have begun to patrol, and the priests have begun to pray every day, while she sleeps in bed, this is definitely not a good habit, so even if she is very sleepy and reluctant to move, she can only get up early.

"Ah~~" yawned and stretched hard, Margaret felt more sleepy.

"When~When~"

"Come in," said Margaret, who was lying on the table, limpantly.

"Master Priest, a mage named Eagle wants to see you," a female knight walked in, "and Sister Kyle seems to know him, and came with him." ”

"Oh, why is he here?" said the woman, who had been asleep a moment ago, suddenly refreshed, "let them in."

"Yes, Master Priest," the knightess bowed and went out, and in a few moments, Kyle and Don Quixote appeared in the chief priest's study, but Kyle's expression looked slightly tangled, apparently bothered by something.

"Ann, Your Majesty Margaret," Don Quixote did not change in any other way, it was still the same indifferent expression, but it was just a different look.

"Are you Master Iggy?" Margaret was a little surprised, because the appearance of the two people in front of her was too different.

Don Quixote was already familiar with this woman's temper, so he didn't say anything polite to her, and directly pulled out a chair and sat opposite her, "It's not surprising that the mage can change a few times, isn't there a saying in Britain?

"Well, Master Igur," Margaret gave Don Quixote a blank look, "I wonder what you are doing with our little Kyle early in the morning?"

"Remember that promise?" Don Quixote leaned back slightly, casually put his left leg on his right leg, and swayed it a few times from time to time.

"That's right," Margaret looked up at Kyle, as she had guessed, "Remember, you've already figured out what you're going to do in our temple?"

"I'm leaving Britain with Kyle, so I want her to be a Templar who can read outside the system, no longer be restricted, and of course, if the temple needs it, she'll still step up and help the temple." But although this is the case, Don Quixote and Margaret both know that this is just an official sentence, in fact, after leaving the temple, Kyle is at most a name, and if there is really anything, he will not ask for a high-ranking knight.

"That's fine, I promise you, but I'm curious, why did you leave Britain?"

Don Quixote shrugged his shoulders, "The world is so big, it's boring to stay in one place all the time, so I'm going to take Kyle around while I'm still young and willing to travel."

"Ha," Margaret laughed, covering her mouth, "you're such a good man," she said as she looked up at Kyle again, "Go, my boy, don't bother, wherever you are, when you're tired, you're always welcome here."

"Well," Kyle nodded slightly, some red circles under her eyes proved that she was a little emotional at the moment, she had lived here for a long time, and she really wanted to leave, there was indeed a lot of reluctance, as if a woman was getting married, she wanted to marry the man she loved, and walk in his footsteps all her life, and she didn't want to leave the home where she had lived for a long time, so women are such contradictory creatures.

"Don't cry, don't cry," Margaret stood up and walked over to Kyle, took her in her arms, and patted her on the back gently, "Mr. Eagle is a good man, with him, you won't be wronged, do you want to say goodbye to your sisters?"

Kyle, who was lying in the arms of the chief priest, shook his head, "I don't want them to see me cry."

"Go ahead," the chief priest gently touched Kyle's forehead, as if to comfort his own child, "It's okay to cry, you know, you don't know when you're going to come back."

"Hmm," Kyle nodded, turning to leave the study with red eyes.

"Squeak~" Don Quixote pushed away the chair under him, and after a grinding sound, he slowly stood up and walked to the window of the study, leaning his back against the window, "The priest took Kyle away, is there anything you want to tell me?"

"Haha~" The chief priest covered his mouth and laughed a few times, and walked up to Don Quixote, "Without that little girl's interruption, wouldn't there be only the two of us left here?"

Looking at Don Quixote with a cold expression and not moved at all, Margaret pouted, looking like you are really unemotional, but soon she cleaned up her expression, obviously she also knew that it was okay to joke when she was fine, but it was not good to go overboard, "Okay, okay, you cold-blooded man, you do have something to tell you, don't let Kyle know, because I'm afraid she'll worry."

With that, Margaret waved her hand lightly, and a curtain of light surrounded the entire study, Don Quixote narrowed his eyes habitually, this enchantment looks somewhat similar to the glorious enchantment of the Temple of the Sun, unless it is broken, otherwise, there are two worlds inside and outside, obviously, Margaret does have something very important to tell him.

"Temple of the Sun, civil strife."

Margaret walked to Don Quixote's side, looking at the sun outside the window, her expression was very indifferent, but this news was definitely no less than a bombshell, "I also just got this news not long ago, the current pope of the Sun Temple has resigned as pope on the grounds of his advanced age, and now no one knows where he has gone, the radicals in the church have clashed with the conservative forces left over from the Pope's reign, but since they are all believers in the sun god, it seems that the sun god itself has not intervened, So now the Sun Temple has been divided into two forces."

"Really?" Don Quixote was a little surprised by the news, but he didn't react much, "Does this have anything to do with me?"

"You still don't know about the Sun Temple," Margaret raised her head and looked at the not-so-dazzling sunlight through the barrier, after all, it was still only morning, and the sun was not so bright, "The Sun Temple used to be a moderate sect, but somehow, over the years, more and more clergy have become very radical, although their beliefs have not changed, but the way of doing things has completely changed, as if everyone has become fanatical." ”

"Although the previous pope has signed a contract with our temple of life, but that is just on his behalf, when he is in power, with the strength of the pope, no one dares to disobey him, he is no longer the pope, then it is not necessarily, you know, you have killed nine high-ranking knights, an archbishop, with a radical style of acting, it may not be impossible to secretly look for you and take revenge on you, after all, in the minds of that group of madmen, those who blaspheme the true God will be judged."

"Is that so?" Don Quixote took a deep breath, his fingers holding the edge of the window were gently tapping on the rock, obviously thinking about something, Margaret standing next to him did not bother him, but looked at the contemplative man with a little interest, to be honest, it was indeed charming, under the appearance of youth was a slight vicissitudes of temperament, and this time his appearance was much more pleasing to the eye than the last time, it was an indescribable feeling, as if this was the real appearance of this man.

Margaret is not a nymphomaniac, and to be honest, her surname orientation will not make her do anything out of the ordinary to Don Quixote, but in all fairness, she still thinks that this man is really attractive, and he seems to exude an aura all the time, which makes the people around him have an infinite affection for him, "Fortunately, I like women, otherwise, I am afraid that I will really do something sorry for little Kyle."

"Let it be," Don Quixote said lightly, "If you push me into a hurry, I will also give the Temple of the Sun a big gift, but if that day comes, Kyle will trouble your Temple of Life."

"Hehe," Margaret covered her mouth and chuckled a few times, "There's no need to be so pessimistic, you just need to hide in the local temple of life at any time, the agreement between our temple of life and you is still in effect, no matter how crazy the radicals are, they won't dare to provoke a war of faith, and as long as the contract is still in the hands of our pope, those crazy people will not be blatant, I tell you, it's just to add a sense of crisis to you, besides, the mage of the ring is not wheat bread, anyone can eat it."

Looking at Margaret's triumphant look, Don Quixote smiled helplessly, "The priest did it on purpose just now, and he only said half of what he said."

"Guess right, it's a pity that there is no reward, I've never seen you nervous, I thought you would be very nervous to ask me what to do this time, I didn't expect that looking at such a calm Mage Iger, in fact, the bottom of my heart is so crazy," For Don Quixote's revenge, Margaret is convinced, if a ring mage is determined to take revenge on a force, then before he is killed, the price paid by that organization will definitely exceed the value of a ring mage itself, the more huge the force, The more so, this is also the reason why the mage of the ring has such a high status in the world of Faerun.

Don Quixote sighed, and took out a very delicate iron box from the space ring, "Master Priest, although your surname is a little hehe," After thinking about it, Don Quixote really couldn't find any accurate adjectives to describe this black-bellied chief priest, and there was no such word as black-bellied in the British language, so he could only laugh a few times in the end, "But I am still very grateful for your help at the beginning, without your efforts to contact the Pope of the Temple of Life, I don't think that matter would have been solved so easily." ”

"You have a conscience," Margaret didn't care about Don Quixote's assessment at all, but was full of curiosity about the square iron box that was one meter square on the ground, but she was also a highly educated chief priest, and it was very rude to open the gift in front of the giver, so in the end she resisted her curiosity

In Don Quixote's villa, most of the furniture and sofas are covered with white canvas, obviously for fear of dust, and the things that can be used in this house are also packed into the space ring, so now this villa looks very empty.

"Xiao Tang," Kyle, who was standing outside the villa, his eyes were a little red, couldn't help but look at the house in front of him, obviously a little reluctant about the house she had put a lot of effort into taking care of, "You put so much effort into making the automatic flushing toilet, it didn't take long, and you were going to give up." ”

"Haha," Don Quixote reached out and rubbed Kyle's head, taking her hand by the way, "Let's go, it's late, but we won't be able to catch the airship."

As a man, he is not as sentimental as Kyle, or rather, for Don Quixote, everywhere is a foreign land, and there is no so-called sense of belonging in his heart, in his opinion, as long as he can be with Kyle, and can avoid the troubles he hates, it is the same everywhere

"What's in there?" After Don Quixote had left, Margaret, who could not resist her curiosity, opened the iron box, which was divided into three layers, and at the top was a clear glass tube containing some kind of scarlet liquid, one of which had a sharp metal spike.

In the middle layer are several metal sticks of various sizes, and it seems that there is a more elaborate design on the inside of the sticks.

At the bottom was also a row of bottled liquids, but much thicker, and on the other side of the box, there were also a few pieces of parchment, which should be instructions for use, so Margaret, who looked curious, tore off the parchment and read them with relish

(To be continued)