In the southern part of the continent of Fanor, a pitch-black castle built in a hidden place.

In the basement at the bottom of the castle, the entire room seemed to be filled with a deep dark mist, and it was impossible to see five fingers.

Suddenly, the black mist began to fade and flooded into the center of the room.

An extremely luxurious and exquisite coffin was parked in the center of the room, surrounded by ornate precious stones and gold leaf, and the dark red dragon spirit wood, which was more expensive than gold, had been carefully polished and carved, revealing a bit of majesty in its simplicity and elegance.

After the black mist poured into the exquisite coffin, a faint coercion emanated from it.

Squeak~

The door of the basement was pushed open from the outside, and a handsome man with a pale face walked in, saluted respectfully towards the coffin, and said:

"Your Excellency, Prince Burns, what do you command?"

"Marion, how long have I slept this time?"

A deep male voice came out of the coffin, and the voice was full of inexplicable magic.

"You've been asleep for ten years this time."

"Hey~, but I haven't slept enough."

Burns's voice was filled with a deep sense of sleepiness.

A little red light flew out of the coffin and landed in Marion's hands.

"Go, go to the capital of the Fez, find a little guy named Angela, and bring her back."

"If you don't want to come back, give her this thing."

"Tell the Son of God that the glory of the first Patriarch Cain will protect her all the way."

"You should also be careful, don't make trouble for me, and come back early."

"Yes, Lord Burns."

Marion saluted respectfully and slowly backed away from the basement.

Quietly, the basement began to fill the basement with a black mist.

"I'm so sleepy, but is there finally a god son born?"

"Hurry up and grow up, Lord Cain can also change someone."

"Don't toss my old bones."

The voices in the room grew quieter, as if nothing had happened.

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City of Light, Cathedral of Dawn.

Warm and soft light is diffused from the high arched windows, and rows of tall pillars support the entire dome of the church, and the pillars are intricately carved with patterns and decorations, revealing a strong atmosphere of divine purity.

At the end of the church is a towering altar with the image of the god of the morning sun of the church, surrounded by important relics and altar utensils.

Candles are lit around the altar, giving off an aura of sacredness and solemnity.

This is not a church where the believers of the Bright City worship, but a more hidden and key place in the depths.

An old man in a red tuxedo and a delicate crown stood quietly in front of the altar, praying silently.

"Good morning, Lord Maurice."

Oliel Gaunt stood behind the old man and greeted him respectfully.

He couldn't help but be in awe, this was the master of the Dawn Church on the continent of Fanor, Cardinal Lou Morris.

Although he has various reputations such as the first person under the papal throne and a legendary priest, the current Morris seems to be just an ordinary old man, without the slightest aura of a strong man.

"It's Olier, yes, there has been a lot of improvement in strength recently."

Oliel listened quietly, wondering why the Bishop had called him over.

He's been very honest lately!

"The flames of war have begun to burn, and the Church of the Gods is powerless to stop it."

Several question marks popped up on Olier's head.

War?

This is a bit far away for Oliel, who grew up in the Dawn Church since childhood, why can't the church stop it this time, hasn't it always mediated like this before?

Lou Morris turned around, looked at Olier with a smile, and said slowly:

"It's okay if you don't understand, but you have to remember, Oliel."

"You are the most gifted child of the Dawn Church, and your pure heart allows you to better understand the teachings of our Lord, but you have a lot to learn."

"The shadow of war is coming, the monsters in the darkness are also ready to move, and the future of Bright City will be in turmoil."

"Go, fight evil, protect the believers, and proclaim the glory of our Lord, this is your experience, and it is also your opportunity to break through."

"Yes."

The young paladin fell to one knee and saluted, and then took the order to leave.

The doors closed, and Morris was the only one left in the church.

The legendary priest frowned at this time, and his serious expression revealed a bit of doubt and incomprehension.

He muttered:

"Even the Lord, can't you see the future clearly, what is going on?"

Unfortunately, at this time, no one can answer his doubts.

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Shining City, the royal palace of the Kingdom of Fez.

In a chic palace, an old man in a luxurious royal dress leaned on a soft sofa, and his tired face and old wrinkles reflected that the old man was not in an optimistic state.

Ya'er, who was also gorgeously dressed, sat on the sofa next to her in a regular manner, and she added a bit of elegance and dignity to her quietness.

"Be careful in the future and don't take too many risks."

The old man told Ya'er.

"I see, Father."

Ya'er replied respectfully, but there was a hint of raw weight in her tone.

The old man shook his head, and after a few more words, he let Ya'er leave.

After a moment of silence, the old man seemed to be talking to Duke Hader on the side, and it was a little like talking to himself.

"I'm not a good father."

"But you're a good king!"

Duke Harder said earnestly beside him.

Yes, he is His Majesty the current King of the Kingdom of Fes, Morton Fez.

"Fauces, you're still so good at talking."

The old man waved his hand absently, he didn't need the comfort of others.

"If I exercised hard when I was young, I might be able to become a golden warrior!"

"That's nature."

Fauces replied, but in fact he also knew that no matter how many times he came, His Majesty, who had served the king all his life, would not regret taking this path, burning himself, and devoting himself wholeheartedly to the kingdom.

Therefore, the originally weak Fez Kingdom was able to grow by leaps and bounds in a few decades, overpowering all the surrounding countries in one fell swoop.

While other kings were having fun and ruining their political affairs, Morton Fez was always thinking about how to make his country richer and stronger, and he couldn't even care about his children.

Because of this, at the age of sixty, he is already on the verge of death, and the pastor of the Dawn Church has no power to return to heaven, so he can only use all kinds of precious treasures to support his body.

"Huh!"

Morton Fez's body doesn't care about his body, he doesn't regret what he's done, and he doesn't need to be judged on his merits.

If there was a chance to do it again, he would still do so, unwaveringly.

It's just that he is about to usher in the end of his life, and he can't help but be more loving and caring for his blood relatives.

"Isn't this too cruel for little Yat'an, you say?"

Fauces bowed his head and did not speak, even though he already had the answer in his mind.

"I'm still old, and my heart is soft."

Morton shook his head and sighed, not knowing if it was for himself or for Artan.

"Then I'll give him this chance."