Ilf Illuvita Lyreira is now the highest power holder in Birchni, and no one can remember how old she is when she stands at the peak of the elven race, and even she herself has almost forgotten how many years she has passed in this world, but the carving knife called the years has not left a trace on her face.

Pushing open the door, the tall figure appeared in front of Ruinon's eyes. The bright sunlight was divided into several channels by countless layers of tender green leaves, passing through the windows, leaving countless mottled shadows on the white gauze clothes, on the green carpet, and on the grain of the logs. The room is not bright or dim, it is just the right amount of softness.

Above the intersection of light and shadow, out of the dust like a fairy, standing proudly in the world, like a fairy descending to earth, people dare not force their eyes. The breeze in the forest blew into the window, and a white dress fluttered in the wind, and long golden hair poured down.

"Welcome to Birchney, my human friend. A majestic but feminine voice drifted into Renon's ears, "Thank you so much for all you have done for my sisters!"

Empress Lyrela's voice was filled with a strange allure, and Renon couldn't help but raise her head to take a closer look at her. Her appearance seemed to be more mature than most female elves, and her appearance was roughly similar to that of a charming young woman in her thirties, but Renon knew very well that the elves' age could not be judged by their appearance.

His gaze wandered back and forth over her white skin, without any hint of profanity, as if he were looking at a wonderful and rare work of art. The skin is like clotted fat, white and red, gentle as jade, crystal clear, white clothes like flowers, with her, indescribably beautiful and elegant, noble and vulgar.

"What's the point of worrying about a trivial matter?" said Ronon with a slight bow.

"Warriors, look up and show me your faces. Hearing Her Majesty say this, Rainon and Silver proudly raised their heads and lifted the minibus high, except for Erica, who still kept her head down.

"Since ancient times, heroes have come out of youth. That's not wrong at all!" Her Majesty Queen Lyrela exclaimed, "I've heard that the average human life expectancy is only seventy years. Judging from your appearance, you haven't been in this world for more than twenty years, have you?"

"Your Majesty guessed correctly, in Lower Rinon Stamoko, he is fourteen years old. ”

"My name is Silver and I'm nine years old. Silver bounced and introduced herself.

"......" Erica didn't say a word.

Empress Lyrela glanced at Erica curiously and asked, "Miss, you seem to have something on your mind?"

"Hey, Sister Erica, Her Majesty the Empress is asking you!" Ronon stabbed Erica in the waist with his elbow.

"Huh?" said Erica, who jumped to her feet and looked around blankly.

Fowler sighed and shook his head helplessly, muttering in a low voice: "It's really rude to be distracted when Jin sees Her Majesty the Empress." ”

Erica's face burned like a fire, and she suddenly turned red to the base of her neck. She was so ashamed that she covered her face with her hands and turned her back. Fortunately, the elves' style of doing things is simple, even the manpower arrangement, except for Renon and his party, the only people left in the palace are Queen Lyrela, Mr. Fowler, and a handsome maid. Thankfully, there weren't more people present, otherwise Erica would have had to dig a hole in the spot.

"O young and beautiful human maiden! With that, Empress Lyreira slowly descended the steps.

"I didn't!" Erica yelled, holding back the fluctuating emotions in her heart, staring up at the Empress.

"You're all right, are you? Sister Erica. "Rainon felt that Erica was a little different from usual.

"I'm fine!" Erica said stubbornly.

"Yes, it's okay!" said Empress Lyrela, giving her a meaningful look and clapping her hands. "Bang bang!" three crisp applause echoed in the hall, and several slender elf maids pushed open the door and walked in with three jars.

"What is this?" Rynon muttered curiously.

"Fountain of Life!" Empress Lyrela said with a smile on her face, "Warriors of the human race, your great kindness is difficult for our elven clan to repay, these three jars of clear water are a little heartfelt, please accept them." ”

"This water...... This is no ordinary water! Fountain of Life...... That...... That's ......" Ruinon shuddered after hearing this, "And it's three big jars, so many, such a valuable gift......" He knows the role of the Fountain of Life and the preciousness of the Fountain of Life.

"You're welcome, you deserve it!" Her Majesty Queen Lyrella picked up a jar and handed it to Renon and said, "Three bottles of the Fountain of Life can buy back the freedom and lives of dozens of my sisters, and it is not expensive at all!"

"Oops! it's so heavy!" said Ronon's body shook slightly.

Then Empress Lyreira came up to Erica and handed her an altar.

"Three Altars of Fountain of Life in exchange for dozens of lives?" Erica's eyes sparkled.

"Hehe, sorry, sorry, that's a bad analogy. Empress Lyreira smiled, looking very kind and approachable.

"Is it okay for me to exchange this altar for the lives of two people?" Erica didn't take the fountain of life from the empress herself, "is it okay?"

"This ......," Empress Lyrela looked at her in surprise.

"Hey, Sister Erica?"

"Sister Erica...... Now is not the time to talk about it!"

"Isn't it really good?" said Erica, bowing her head, "for what, for nothing, I can't meet that kind of good thing, for what I want to change, I can't change it?" said Erica, who knelt on the ground and cried.

Rui Nong put down the water altar and immediately supported him: "Sister, get up quickly! Pay attention to the ...... of the occasion."

"Is there anything I can do for you?" said Empress Lyrela, not angry, with a kind smile on her white face.

"Grandpa...... He's dead...... Sister Anne ...... too," Erica choked up, "Your Majesty, tell me, can a person be resurrected after death?"

"I don't know what to do. ”

"Is that still possible?" Erica stopped crying and looked at Queen Lyreira expectantly.

"Your grandfather and sister must have been very gentle and kind people, right?" the Empress put her arm around Erica's head.

"Hmm...... They are all ...... Very ......" said Erica and cried again.

Empress Lyreira thought for a moment and said, "The creatures of Middle-earth can't do that. ”

"What?" Not only Erica, but also Rainon and Silver were amazed.

"Only God!" continued Empress Lyrela, "resurrection, reincarnation, and rebirth are such things that only God can do. ”

"So, how can I see God, and how can I get God to help me bring my grandfather and sister back to life?"

After hearing this, Empress Lyreira shook her head and said the three words of omnipotence: "I don't know what to do!"

"Is it true that God can resurrect the dead? Renon asked suspiciously.

"It's true!" Empress Lyrela nodded and said, "The gods are the masters of the worldly realm, they master the mysteries of the universe, control the cycle of fate, know the way of death and life, and can do anything!"

"Really?" said to him, closing his eyes: "So if I become strong enough to be like a god, I can ......

"Don't ...... Foolish...... ......" came the trembling voice, as if it had drifted from far away in the sky, "they are but poor deceived, and death cannot be resurrected." ”

"Even if you grasp the mysteries of the universe and can control the reincarnation of fate, what if you can control the reincarnation of fate? Everyone's soul is unique, even if you create another soul and reproduce the memory of a soul, it is just a fake,"

"What do you say?" said Ronon in surprise in his heart, "It doesn't matter if it's true or not, as long as you can resurrect the dead and give them independent personality ......."

"You create a soul for him, set a memory, can this be called an independent personality?"

"This ...... This one...... But......" Rainon stammered speechless.

"Yes, it can bring your loved ones back to life, but they're just a walking corpse. ”

Renon was silent, his heart struggling in pain.

"Rainon, have you ever heard of angels?" the trembling voice asked.

"Angels, I've heard a little bit, it's the winged human, right?"

"Hahaha! your description is really vivid!" the trembling voice laughed, "According to the interpretation of the Light Holy Sect, the closest angels to God are the servants of the Creation God. The creator God sent them down to earth to convey God's will and help those in need of salvation......"

"You want to say that's pure bullshit, right?"

"Wrong!"

"That's ......"

The trembling voice was silent for a while, and then said, "It's better to be bullshit!"

"You have such a good sense of humor. ”

"To get back to the point, angels aren't humans at all, they're just zombie-like resurrection puppets in human form. It's just that zombies are resurrected by dark telekinesis, and angels are light telekinesis. However, because of the difference in the power of the resurrection, they are divided into the sinful spirits and the righteous angels. ”

After listening to the trembling voice explaining the angels and the undead, Rinon's heart was shaken, and at the same time, the heat in his heart was ruthlessly extinguished by the ice water.

"The reason why the Holy Sect of Light calls angels the closest people to God is only out of the need to win people's hearts. First, the angels who are high up are human beings, and there is an affinity. Second, by using the person closest to God, you can imply to the powerful Templars and Catholics in the Holy See that you also have the opportunity to become 'God'. ”

"It turns out that there is such a ......"

"Does it have to be a god?" Erica's feeble voice dragged Rainon back into the realm of reality, "Grandpa Constantine, Sister Anne...... It's true...... Is it true that I can't meet you again?"