Under the magnificent and majestic dome, the natural sense of praise in the heart, under the alternation of countless stars, after watching for a long time, tired of seeing, will there be a little loneliness?

The old priest knelt on the cold white marble floor, cautiously peering out into the shallow reflection on the floor for the beauty of the dome, and the lonely shadow of the high throne in the backlight in the center of the dome. Silence, ancient silence, elicits the lament of old souls.

The old priest stared at the voice, and the slight sound of the paper turning through the paper that had come for a long time made him tremble slightly with alarm again, and he did not know how many pages there were in the book on the throne.

"Get up. A voice without sorrow or joy, with unquestionable majesty, suddenly sounded above.

The old priest bowed his head again, and then he stood up tremblingly, bowed his head and saluted. "Your Majesty. ”

"What's the matter?" the tall voice asked again.

The old priest's heart trembled again, and although His Majesty asked this, he knew very well what he had come for. Although His Majesty has a stern attitude on weekdays, he is very gentle with these elderly elders, and when he enters the main hall on weekdays, he will be stopped before he bows, and today not only is the great gift unavoidable, but he also directly ignores his entry. How could this be if it were not for the ignorance of its purpose.

There was a drop of cold sweat on the old priest's forehead, and he scolded everyone who pushed him here in his heart, but he really didn't want to let go of his years, so he had to bite the bullet and think about it. "It's for Her Highness Yulia's business. ”

"You want her back. "It's not a question, it's an affirmation that you already know.

Sure enough, he knew what they thought, but ignored them. In the Holy Court, the crown is everything, but ...... The old priest sighed. "His Majesty's thoughts, subordinates naturally don't dare to speculate. However, Her Royal Highness Yulia was too high-profile in the Holy Court, and this rare trip was already different from the usual ones, which attracted some criticism. But at that time, His Royal Highness Yulia had a task assigned by you, and the criticism naturally subsided. And now that Morton is dead, and a new candidate has been appointed for the rectification of the Purple Kite Empire's religious affairs, His Royal Highness Yulia has not returned for a long time. ”

"It's here, I can't trap their hearts. The person on the throne slowly put down the book in his hand, and slowly revealed his middle-aged face in the backlight, and his eyes as sharp as a goshawk revealed wisdom.

The old priest trembled with fright and almost fell to his knees again. "No, no. It is a blessing that cannot be cultivated in several lifetimes to be glorified in the center of the Holy Court, how dare they have such heretical thoughts. They were just worried that the ordinary people of the Purple Kite would damage the Holy Light of Her Highness Yulia, and they didn't dare to have some different hearts. ”

"So what are you worried about? A strange smile curled into the corners of the throne's mouth. "Rakauf, even a timid and fearful person like you can be persuaded by them to push them out, can you still conclude that they have no firm dissent?

The old priest threw himself to his knees again. The old man will never do anything that betrays his teachings, nor will he indulge his mind in any slackness. The old decay's belief in the Holy Court can be seen by the sun and the moon, and the belief in the goddess is unswerving until death. Please also crown Mingjian!"

"Since you have not violated the doctrine, why should you forgive me my sins?

The voice on the throne was still not sad or joyful, but the old priest was already shaking like chaff, "How dare the old man!" the old clergyman slammed his head to the ground as he spoke.

"Alright. Let's go down. Lakauf, being true to yourself is the greatest loyalty to me. Go ahead. There was a hint of disdain in the eyes of the people on the throne.

The old priest got up and walked out of the gate, and froze when he heard the man on the throne speak again.

"Rakauf, do you know what my long-held wish is?"

The old priest turned to answer, but heard a long sigh. There was a hint of pity in the voice that was not sad or happy, and there was a trace of irrepressible joy.

"My wish is about to come true. You will get the truth. Go Lakauf. Tell them to be patient, be patient. Go ahead. ”

When the old priest heard this, he still didn't understand the thoughts of the people on the throne, but he knew that this time the reproach was over, and he didn't dare to ask any more questions, he just wanted to go back and instigate those who came to him, and His Majesty would indeed not do anything to him because of his age, but in the face of such a powerful aura, he was too old to stand it!

As soon as the elderly priest stepped out of the door, there was a crack in the smooth and intact wall behind the throne of the main hall, and a middle-aged man dressed in black walked out, with a scar on his brow, making this person look fierce and gloomy, very different from the gentle and cowardly priest of the square side.

"Your Majesty, these fools dare to question your great plan, I don't think you might as well kill them. The man said angrily.

"He's dead, let you defend the faithful, let you educate the candidate saints. The man on the throne did not look back, but picked up the book in his hand again and spoke slowly.

"My subordinates won't. The subordinates crossed the line, and the subordinates were convicted. The man in black bowed his head and asked.

"Do what you're supposed to do. The man on the throne turned the page and put down the book as if he remembered something. "They met?"

"Yes, Her Highness Yulia has met that one, the two of them are stirring up the storm in the landscape city, and the chess pieces are already on the way as expected. The details are presented to you here. The man in black walked to the back of the throne and bent down to hand it over respectfully.

The man on the throne, with his big bony hand, took the scrolled report and waved. The man in black began to retreat respectfully, knowing that every time he presented a detailed report from that person, His Majesty would have to read it alone for a long time. He doesn't need to know the result, he doesn't need to know likes and dislikes, he just needs to quietly retreat and wait for the next order to come.

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No matter how sharp the sword is, it has the wrong angle, and when it can't stab a dead person, let alone insert it on a wall without any gaps, it is inevitable that it will loosen. There was nothing wrong with supporting one person before, but it wasn't necessarily the case with adding one person who was swinging.

By the time a few people present realized the problem, it was already too late. The blade had been peeled off the wall, causing the two people hanging by the blood pool to lose their only support, and they were about to fall into the blood pool.

Yulia had already closed her eyes in resignation, ready to hold her breath, and at least not to inhale the blood that she didn't know what was going on in the moment she fell into the pool. But she doesn't seem to be down.

After Sunshadow threw the sword at the edge of the gap, he grabbed Yuria's long whip with both free hands, causing Yulia to close her eyes and appoint, and when she let the long whip get out of her hand, Yuria's waist was rolled up with the end of the long whip, and with the force of the rapid fall, the reaction force threw the person to the other side.

This series of actions can be described as extremely difficult and almost impossible to complete, but fortunately, the two are very close, and Sunshadow has no distractions, and only wants Yulia not to fall into the pool of blood, and does not hesitate to sacrifice himself to accelerate the fall to push Yulia up, so that he can finally succeed.

Yulia did not fall into the water, but into a strong and warm embrace.

Peng Xiu understood the moment he started his movements from the shadow of the sun. Angry, helpless, and distressed emotions mixed at the same time, they could only cooperate forward, flying up and pulling Yulia who was thrown over, but the distance was not enough.

His eyes didn't leave the shadow for a moment, but he could only watch him jump into the pool of blood.

Here, the Shadow is ready, too. The rich bloody aura could not be dissipated even if he held his breath, as if he was already in the dark and bottomless abyss, surrounded and swallowed by the breath of resentment and fear.

Even more unbearable than death is the fear of death.

The sun shadow has already felt the coolness behind it, the moment it enters the blood pool, but the head feels a different touch, not the moisture of water, but a dry but not hard object.

Sunshadow snapped open his eyes. His entire body was enclosed in a large white net, the distance of which was so close to the pool of blood that his back and feet were almost already drenched in the pool, but his head and shoulders were successfully netted outside the pool of blood. At this time, the shadow of the sun is like a fish fished out of the pond, out of the water.

The large net extended from the gap in the shore, and the outstretched end was propped up on a wooden stick, which was tightly held by a thin hand, and the exposed half of the wrist was quite familiar to the sun, and it was covered with white fluff.

Just when the sun shadow was puzzled, a small head also emerged from the gap, and asked indistinctly. "Is Brother Sugar here?"

"It's you!"

Melson's menacing appearance in the "...... of Archer" study was interrupted by an inopportune sneeze. His face unconsciously looked at the secret door.

"What's wrong?" asked Robert, curiously.

"I suddenly felt like someone was calling my name. Melson said with a brow.

"How could it be. The dungeons here are so big that you can't imagine them at all. Jing scoffed.

"What else is in here?" Robert asked, looking at Malzer with cold eyes. He trusted Melson's instincts at this time, and the two men in front of him always had a strange attitude.

"Of course there are prisoners. Marzer smiled wryly. "It's just that these prisoners don't have to be in cages. ”

Robert frowned again, the people below are now facing not only a huge labyrinth, but also a lot of mechanisms, and even prisoners who don't know good and evil, and don't know whether they are enemies or enemies.

Would the old man in front of him really take care of his so-called princess, or was it just a false lie?