December 7th.

Innedil half-leaned back on the jade couch, closing his eyes and resting. The middle-aged priest with a respectful expression put a bowl of milky white soup on several cases, bowed and retreated.

It is a tonic made with holy water, which is reserved for the high echelons of the Holy See. Inedil straightened up and took a sip, and there was a warm feeling in his body, but it was nothing more, and it didn't do much use.

"The strong backlash has damaged the origin of the divine power in your body, and it is not something that can be restored in a day or two," the voice of the Pale Lord came from afar, "But you don't have to worry too much, as long as the kingdom of heaven comes, you can go to the 'Firmament Temple' with the most abundant spiritual energy to recuperate, and it only takes a few days to re-condense the crystallization of divine power." ”

"That's good......" Innedil let out a long sigh of relief, he put down the porcelain bowl and stared blankly at the map next to him, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Don't worry, although the city of Severa has fallen, with the desert cavalry in the rear, it is impossible for them to go south immediately," the Pale Lord comforted, "What's more, in a few days, the first snow will fall." ”

"When?" a bright color finally appeared in Innedir's blank eyes.

"After my calculations, the first snow of the year will fall on December 14," the Pale Lord did not blush, taking the scientific research results of the "Death Knell" for himself, "We must activate the 'Heavenly Cornerstone' array one day in advance, and you, too, should recuperate as much as possible in order to communicate with the 'Dome of Light' and preside over the advent ceremony." ”

"I will. Inedil nodded slightly, this war made him exhausted, even if it dragged on for another minute and a second, he would need to exhaust all his strength.

"By the way, can you still use the 'Holy Eye'?" the Pale Lord thought for a moment. He asked again.

"I'm afraid not," Innedil stroked the slightly cloudy crystal ball, tried for a moment, and let go of his hand in despair, "The enemy's movements can only rely on the scout's report." ”

"It doesn't hurt. In the remaining six or seven days, they will attack the St. Imas River at most," said the Pale Lord in a slow voice, "Our strategy of exchanging space for time has actually succeeded. ”

Innedil shook his head and smiled bitterly, silent. The tone of the Pale Lord was as if they had won the final victory, but the new army of light was indeed defeated. The city of Severa did fall.

And he, Inedir, the youngest archbishop in the history of the Holy See, had the opportunity to unify the north and the south, setting another record, but failed at a critical moment.

The enemy followed the passage he had single-handedly opened and crossed the cast-iron mountains. Conquered one city after another. The people of the Holy See were slaughtered, and the lands of the Holy See fell to pieces. But he was helpless about it, and could only hope for God's salvation.

The world is a game of mountains and rivers, and there is a line between victory and defeat.

Innedil reluctantly got up and looked north against the railing again. His emaciated body, wrapped in a wide white robe, was blown by the cold wind. Clothes fluttering.

"Child, do you know what you lack from being a true king?" said the Pale Lord, abruptly asking.

"I am a servant of God, not a king. Innedil replied softly.

"Nope. The king is not only a throne, but also a responsibility," said the Pale Lord solemnly, "If you are not the king of Ian, do you have to count on the Grand Duke of Wine and Meat?"

Inedil knew that he was right, that he was the true ruler of the Duchy of Ian, the king of the "archbishop".

"What you lack is wrath," said the Pale Lord, "the archbishop needs mercy and forgiveness, but the king needs majesty and wrath...... Those who betray and blaspheme must be punished, and that should be your purpose in controlling the power of heaven. ”

"Angry...... "Innedil muttered, he has always maintained an outstanding cultivation and demeanor, even if he is angry in his heart, he will not show it on the surface.

"Release your affection, child," said the Pale Lord, in a sonorous encouragement, "let all the enemies tremble at your feet. ”

Herseus Valley.

Allegri woke up almost at the same time as Innedir, but it was much warmer than the cold White Tower Dome and the bedroom with a roaring fireplace.

Allegri leaned back on the soft pillow and set aside the half-read scroll. He twisted his fingers slightly, and a flame as thin as a gossamer swam between his fingers.

After this period of military life, his figure is obviously a lot stronger. According to Illo's assessment, his physical strength is at least equivalent to that of a mid-level warrior, and his strength is even better. The few ribs that were smashed by Contra's punch were automatically connected, and there was no sequelae except for the faint pain when pulling.

However, Onisha still ordered him to stay in bed to recuperate, and Allegri did not dare to disobey, so he simply enjoyed this leisure time.

His five fingers were stretched out, and the free filaments of fire condensed into a suspended flame. As Allegri patiently adjusted, the flames gradually turned pure white, and then he held the palm of his hand, and the flame suddenly lengthened, about four feet, like a stick.

"Hmm......" Allegri exhaled, he could feel that the "Light Godhead" in the Sea of Souls was sending power out and injecting it into this fire stick. Then the fire stick revealed its blade, the tip of the sword poked out, and the sword took shape, and finally formed the appearance of a long sword.

Allegri shook his head and waved his hand away the magic, and the blazing white sword slammed away, leaving only a clear afterglow.

When he was injured and unconscious, the "Bright Godhead" reawakened and took the initiative to heal his wounds. This was the main reason why he was able to recover quickly, and Dr. Furtlin only played an auxiliary role.

After much exploration, Allegri discovered that the "Light Godhead" was unconscious, and that Vilano's seal was intact, and he finally relented and even began to study its function.

The room was hot, and Allegri reached out and pressed it, and the flames in the fireplace went down. The Fire Riders inherit a flame affinity that allows them to control the flames as they please, but at the same time, they can no longer cast other types of spells.

Tuk Tuk –

There was a knock on the door, and Illo staggered in and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"When did you learn to knock?" Allegri asked, puzzled.

"I'm afraid that there will be people inside, and I'm embarrassed to peep with my 'sensitive touch'," Illo explained frankly. "I had to knock on the door to see if you were responding. ”

"But I didn't speak. Allegri was still puzzled.

"But you didn't refuse," replied Illo lazily, "and if you were doing something inconvenient, you would have screamed in a panic." ”

"My name is your sister. Allegri punched him, but the other man dodged with a slight twist. Instead, he pulled his own wounds, and couldn't help but cry out in pain.

"I'm going to go to the Fortress of Sorrow again," Illo asked casually, "It's okay over there, is it?"

"I guess it's gone," Allegri thought for a moment and asked again, "By the way, did the 'Blue Cloth Long Shot' Shun Lì take over that rebel army?"

"There are no rebels. Illo shook his head and replied, "According to the scout's report, after discovering that Wilkinson was missing, the middle and high-ranking officers absconded in fear, and then the trend spread to the whole army, and by the time the 'Blue Jacket Long Shot' and the mercenary group arrived to receive them, there were only the last 3,000 men left in the camp." ”

"That's very good. Allegri commanded, "Let the 'Blue Shot' and the 'Dragon Hunter Squad'." Hunt down rebels around the valley so that they don't harm the populace. ”

"What about the river valley?" Illo asked with a frown.

"Just set up the sentinels," Allegri said with a nonchalant smile, "the front is a great victory, the city of Severa has fallen, and the Normans have rebelled." Also pacified by Modesecic...... We're in the middle, and we've just routed the rebels, so we're safe. ”

"I have to say that the king of Nacini is still very talented," Illo exclaimed. "One day and night, the internal and external enemies were cleared, and he himself charged into battle and defeated the new army of light. ”

"Yes......" Allegri was about to echo when the door was pushed open with a "squeak".

Brooke hurriedly walked in and said, "Teacher, Mr. Grand of the Flywheel Merchant Group has sent a secret letter. ”

Living room.

Onisha tidied up the place, but Allegri stayed for a few days and it became messy again.

"Sit, please," said Allegri, cloaking himself in his robes, stretching out his hand, "what is the matter of bothering Mr. Kuyt to go on his own journey." ”

Grand's personal guard, the high-ranking warrior Kuyt, took out a letter from his bosom, placed it on the low table between the two, and asked in a low voice, "The master should know about Thorm's dispatch of Ian, right?"

"Of course, one of my troops is in Ferrenman City, and it is said that there are a lot of injuries," Allegri's face became solemn, "Could it be that Thorm has already decided to side with the Holy See of Light? ”

"Of course not," Kuyt immediately denied, "The mercenaries who entered Ian's territory belonged to the other two merchant lords, and had nothing to do with the 'Flywheel' merchant group......

He told Allegri about the scene at the Council of Torm, and finally concluded, "Master, this is the thing, when I left the Torm Federation, I was even ambushed by killers, and I must have been sent by the enemy, so I had to make a detour to the valley of the Herseus. ”

"What do you mean?" asked Allegri, turning his head, beckoning for tea.

"We want to belong to the Snowton Empire," Kuyt replied with a pursed lip, "but there is no way to ask for it, so I would like to ask the master to introduce us to one or two." ”

"What is the situation in the Torm Confederation today?" Allegri asked, an irrelevant question.

"There is a lot of friction at the border, and although the six major merchant lords are still exercising restraint, small wars have broken out in some places," Kuyt sighed, shaking his head, "I'm afraid it won't be long before Tholm will be in chaos." ”

"So, is it the will of the Grandshao family or the will of the 'Flywheel' merchant group to join Snowton?" Allegri asked keenly.

"The young owner represents the 'flywheel' trade group," Kuyt replied, "and if there is anyone within the trade group, then he is no longer a member of the trade group." ”

"Well, I would like to introduce you to the king," Allegri asked after a moment's silence, "does the gentleman want to stay as an envoy?"

"The envoys will arrive then," Kuyt shook his head, "and I must rush back at once to keep the young owner safe." ”

Allegri nodded to understand that in such an emergency, a high-ranking warrior is also an indispensable combat force.

"Please, Master," Kuyt said, standing up and bowing, "The Flywheel merchant group owes you a favor. ”

Allegri smiled and did not speak, this promise was more valuable than gold and silver.

In the evening, after a short rest, Kuyt returned to the Torm Federation in the carriage of his own caravan.

Allegri waved him away, and then walked leisurely through the valley, lying in bed for several days, his bones itching and numb.

He walked past the checkpoints at the mouth of the river valley, walked through the empty martial arts arena, and walked on the streets of the town.

The magicians who passed by saluted him respectfully. When Allegri cast the "Earthfire Rush" and the "Flame Tornado", they were setting up an ambush on the distant hillside, and the rushing fire and the raging whirlwind of flames stunned everyone.

"Teacher?" Afra jumped into his arms amid a coquettish call. Next to him, there stood a tall girl with short brown hair, and a fair-skinned young man.

"Afra...... Allegri smiled and touched her head and asked, "Why, you've found a good playmate." ”

"Master," Misha said as she walked up and said, "Thank you for the scroll, but I didn't use it, so I'd better give it back to you." "Under the protection of the ogre, the rebels did not even rush up the hillside, only a few hapless mages were injured by sporadic arrows. And the girl was not willing to activate this precious scroll.

"No," Allegri said with a gentle smile as he pushed her hand back, "you can keep it, you might be able to use it later." ”

"Thank you, Master. Misha saluted again, and her face was grateful.

"It's time for dinner," Allegri asked, glancing at the sky, "Have you eaten, Afra?"

"Teacher, do you want a treat?" asked the little girl, looking up and grinning.

"No problem," Allegri beckoned, nodding, "you three, come with me, and I'll treat you to a rare delicacy." ”

As it gets dark, the magic lights on the side of the road turn on one after another, and the tall and thin fire mage leads the little girl Afra to Maxner's small restaurant. Behind him, followed by Misha, an electric mage known as a "genius girl", and Nada, the son of a nobleman who lives here.

A few years later, they were all famous figures.

... (To be continued......)

PS: (4000 words.) ）