A quarter of an hour later, Ranmuir met his father in his study at the palace.

The old saint is gentle, and because of his old son, he loves the child very much, and even Lan Muir, the eldest son who has not been raised by his side since he was a child, takes care of him in every way.

At this time, the old saint was taken aback when he saw the Divine Son come in with red eyes—he knew that this child had always been quiet and precocious, and he had a tough heart. What happened to make you so out of shape?

Soon, all the attendants were dismissed. Lanmuir's mood was also a little more stable at this time. In the end, he kept an eye on it, and didn't mention the old woman directly, only saying that he learned the truth about the demon clan in the abyss, and told the buried history to the Holy Monarch and Panhe.

The old sage changed color several times when he heard this, and finally stood up directly from his seat.

However, when Lanmuir finished speaking, a look of hesitation appeared on his face again, and he rubbed his hands hesitantly: "But, child, it's not that the father doesn't want to believe it, what you say is too bizarre...... Do you have proof?"

"Of course, just send someone into the abyss again!" Lanmuir said eagerly, "The language of the demons, the writing...... It's still the same as it was 200 years ago! I've personally verified that humans can use Demonic Breath, which proves that Demonic Breath and Mana must be of the same origin, but no mage has ever studied it before......"

"The elders of the temple know the truth, and they are deliberately hiding it. But my father is the holy monarch of the kingdom, as long as you are willing to investigate, you will definitely be able to find out the clues of the past, and the evidence will only increase. "

The old sage turned his back and paced slowly in the study, muttering, "If what you say is true, those compatriots are really pitiful." "Our ancestors, oh, that should be my grandfather...... To commit such a cruel crime......"

A glimmer of hope lit up in Lanmuir's eyes, and he hurriedly said, "Father! Please arrange for the Minister to follow up immediately. Once the truth is confirmed, gather the mages of the kingdom to purify the miasma and open the barrier. "

"Hmm

The old saint turned his hands behind his back again, and a look of hesitation clearly appeared between his usual broad eyebrows.

"Father!"

The old saint sighed, he finally stopped pacing, but returned to Lanmuir and pressed the blonde boy's shoulder: "Lanmuir...... Don't worry. You go back today, don't spread the word about it, father...... Father, think about it. "

Lanmuir froze.

Think? What else do you need to think about?

"Alas........." the old saint sighed again. He rubbed his temples, looking embarrassed.

r/> The study of the palace was lit with a faint incense, and the sunlight shone through the window on the Huazhuo chair, which made people a little dizzy. Lanmuir only felt as if his throat was choked with a ball of cotton, and the feeling of suffocation spread.

He asked with difficulty, "Father, do you still have any doubts?"

The old saint was silent for a long time, and finally spoke: "Lan Muir, hearing what you said, my father is also very sad, but-" "But even if this is true, those are also in the past, two hundred years have passed. ”

"In the past?" Lan Muir couldn't believe his ears, he stepped forward and said in a trembling voice, "How can it pass...... As long as there are still our compatriots living in the abyss, not a single day will pass!"

Old Sage: "Child, even though the demons were once human, they are now a group of ferocious and vulgar demons!" That is no longer our people, and the people of the kingdom will not recognize it. ”

Lanmuir's face turned as white as ice. He closed his eyes sourly and muttered, "No.

"Child, you know, every time the barrier of Gassel is opened, the demons are wreaking havoc in the world, and there are countless carless people who have died——- you only think that the demons are pitiful, can you bear to see the people of the kingdom being looted and slaughtered by the demons?"

Rammuir: "It is precisely for this reason that this hatred must be dissolved as soon as possible, the mistakes made can be atoned for, and the senseless war must be ended!"

The old saint waved his hands and raised his eyebrows: "Lan Muir, you are too young to be sensible. Right and wrong in the world are not so simple. "

His voice gradually rose up: "What's more, this is not our mistake, it is the mistake of two hundred years of people!"

"As a king, you should protect your own people, not be kind to a group of aliens. Yes, aliens, they're already aliens, Ranmuir!"

I don't know where to start, but Lan Muir stopped talking. He stood there quietly, as if he had reacquainted himself with his own father.

…… Father.

Lanmuir suddenly let out a "huh". He lifted his eyes soaked in sorrow and asked, "Did you already know?"

"No, Lanmuir, what are you talking about? How could my father know about such a tragic and inhumane thing!? If my father knew, how could he have been so casual until today—"

"So, don't you know?"

"Of course I don't know!"

"Never doubted?"

Lanmuir laughed self-deprecatingly: "Yes

Suspicious, but never dared to delve into it, did he?"

An annoyed look appeared on the old Sage's face.

"Are you questioning me, Lanmuir? How can you speak to your father like that!?"

Lanmuir shook his head, he only felt tired, as if all the strength in his body had been drained.

Weakness caused him to stagger a step, leaning against the mahogany shelf, and whispering, "Well, I won't say anything, father. But now that you know, what are you going to do?"

"I will pray to the Mother of God for those poor fellow citizens and spend the rest of my life with guilt." Unable to utter a word, Lanmuir turned slowly and walked towards the door of the study, his steps weak

It was so soft that it looked like it was going to fall at any moment.

The old saint did not stay.

When he reached the door, Lanmuir stopped.

With his back to his father, he said softly, "Father, I know what the temple is expecting."

"The Prophet Elder once said that the environment in the abyss has become worse and worse over the years. The miasma is sealed under the barrier, and the fire makes it more and more poisonous. Judging from the scale of each demon army attacking the kingdom, the number of demons has been decreasing year by year. ”

"Maybe in another two hundred years, the demon race will cease to exist." He looked back sadly and laughed, "And our sins will be erased from history forever along with the suffering."

"Father, is this what you are looking forward to?"

Silence pervaded.

Lanmuir waited for a long time, not waiting for the old sage's answer.

So he snorted and said to himself, "You won't be able to do it. I have seen the tenacity and perseverance of the demons, and when they crawl out of hell, the kingdom will only suffer even more trauma.

If we don't save our compatriots in the past, we won't be able to protect our people today. Father, I beg of you...... Think again.

"But, Ranmuir." The old sage monarch suddenly whispered. "The Demon King has already been killed by you, hasn't he?"

Lanmuir's eyes twitched slightly, and he stopped breathing. In a trance, the colorful colors faded from the scene in front of them, and this simple sentence was more cruel than any spiritual curse.

Isn't it?

Perhaps.

Lanmuir returned to the temple.

He walked into the prayer room alone and closed the door.

This is the place where the Son of God prays, and it was once the place where Lanmuir knew best

One of the rooms of Sidd.

The ceiling of the dome is engraved with hadith in ancient script, and the multicolored glass windows reflect the dreamy colors. The light shines on the largest statue of the Mother of Light, the largest in the kingdom, who is forever smiling and looking down at the worshippers praying below.

Lanmuir knelt down in front of the idol, his eyes closed in weariness.

He whispered, "...... O Supreme Light Divine Mother, Knowing and Compassionate God, please listen to the prayers of believers and guide my wandering soul......

Outside the prayer room, the little saints were playing the harp and singing in the back garden.

A beautiful song came in faintly: "In the far north of the snow-capped mountains, under the dark abyss, there are ugly demons and evil demon kings......

Lanmuir's thin body began to tremble. His expression became more and more helpless, and his voice became more and more hoarse in the recitation of the prayer: "Please wash me

Sin soul, please give me true salvation, please ......

The song outside is still singing: "Inheriting the will of the Mother Goddess, the Son of God drew his longbow and shot the evil demon king on the frozen cliff

Over and over again, Ranmuel recited the hadith, and there was no answer in the hadith. He knelt in front of the idol and prayed repeatedly, while the Mother Divine only smiled lightly.

"O Mother of God, Mother of God...... Evil people, evil people, will perish in this land......"

Finally, the little saints finished singing. They laughed and left, stepping on the dappled warm winter sun.

The prayer room was silent, and Miko was curled up on his knees, motionless, as if he was extremely tired.

Suddenly, a cry burst out of the boy's throat, and he grabbed the embroidered cushion on which he was kneeling, raised his hand and threw it at the statue of the Goddess of Light in front of him!

"My God, why don't you speak!"

Ranmuir finally broke out, or finally collapsed.

His eyes were red, and he stood up and gasped, "What the hell should I do, why don't you guide me what I should do!"

"Mother God, where are you, what is the golden sun illuminating, and what can you redeem!!"

…… The Son of God, who was the most pious and holy in the kingdom, was now even more insane than any "demon-possessed." Lanmuir staggered, grabbed something, threw it at the idol, and smashed the prayer room all over. Finally, he knelt on the ground and began to cry loudly.

He was already crushed. He didn't know how the road should go.

He had been deceived by the elders for a long time. He killed the demon king who had been kind to him. He couldn't save the old woman who committed suicide. He could not persuade his father

Jun saves his compatriots. He didn't even get a word of response from the Mother of God.

…… Is it because his sins are so great that the Mother of God refuses to pay attention to him?

The door to the prayer room opened from the back.

The familiar sound of the scepter tapping, accompanied by footsteps, slowly approached.

Lanmuir gasped back, and through the mist of tears, he saw the Prophet Elder looking at him with a look of pity and mockery.

"God?" The Prophet smiled faintly, "Son of God, are you looking for the Divine Mother?"

Ranmuir had never seen such a look on the face of the prophet. Even though he already knew about this person's hypocrisy, a chill still ran in his heart.

Lanmuir stood up coldly, his limbs tensing vigilantly, and his right hand quietly condensed the spell of attack.

The next moment, however, the Prophet threw away the scepter in his hand and threw up his head and laughed uncontrollably!

"Hahahaha, hahahahaha!!"

Ranmuir was creepy. I saw the old man with white hair laughing and walking towards him step by step, stretching his arms - "Where is God, oh, my silly boy."