。 "Second Bishop Seymour, you have really disappointed me, you are so disappointed, how can the Son of Dawn provoke a war for such a nonsensical reason?"

Located on the south bank of Cormier, this chapel does not seem to match the powerful divine power of the Children of the Dawn, but the cathedral in the center of the border has been destroyed several times during the long war, and in the hearts of these children of the Dawn who are fighting against the ghosts, it seems that the light does not need to be set off by the ornate church and bell tower, it is in the sky in the daytime, like the eyes of Ransendel.

The First Bishop stood in front of the icon, looking directly into Seymour's angry pupils, the old pupils mixed with bewilderment and disapproval

"Nonsense? The city of Simon is surrounded by evil. Seymour's voice was as hard as steel: "Your Excellency, we need to eradicate evil. ”

"Evil, the Chosen One of Mystra had a conversation with me about that gentleman in the morning. The First Bishop looked at Seymour: "Although there is a shadow in his soul, it is possible that he will turn to the side of the light, and so far, the vast majority of his actions have brought light to Feeron. ”

"But a waiter of light is degraded by this. Seymour was furious.

"That's because Tirantus is not determined. Derampasadena walked up to the icon and added a little fuel to the oil lamp, and the flames shone on his bland expression: "And it was he who first took the uncool action and broke the laws of the samurai, and if not this time, there will always be a fall." ”

"No, Lord Bishop, you are arguing, no acolyte of light is inherently perfect, we must allow them to make mistakes, give them a chance to make amends, ...... Tirantus"

"Why don't you apply this tolerance to that wizard from Simon City?" Dilan Pasadena didn't let Seymour finish. Interrupting her with a rhetorical question: "As Ransendale's apostles, we should be disciplined. But we should be tolerant of outsiders who may enter the camp of light, and everyone makes mistakes sometimes, as you said. Tirantus has no chance, so why not give it to the wizard?"

"This!" Seymour's eyes widened, filled with shock: "You. First Bishop, would you rather protect that evil-minded wizard than our parishioners who have been harmed by him?"

"Tirantus has already made his first mistake. And I see now ......" the first bishop turned his head. Holding a lamp in his hand, he shook his head with some pity on his face: "Maybe the continuous fighting and hatred will indeed distort the definition of light, Seymour, you are about to make a second mistake." ”

"What?" Savoring the meaning of the first bishop's words, Seymour was furious, panting like an angry cow: "You are accusing me of the imminent depravity of the faithful apostles, who have followed the light and the Most High Light since the beginning of their understanding?"

"Soon, if you continue to cling to the hatred of Tirantus, well. I believe that the hatred of the exiled nobles who are not good in the first place has made you lose your principles, and perhaps you need to calm down for a while, dear Catholics. Dilan Pasadena lowered his eyebrows. He was much older than the Bishop of Tyre, Khazar, who was far away in the port of Simon, and his stature was shriveled and thin. He looks older and older in the light, but he doesn't feel weak: "Until I think you're calm enough, you'll lose command and preaching to the Children of Dawn." ”

"You ......" Seymour's face changed for a moment, snorted angrily, glanced at Dilan Pasadena, who was praying towards the icon, and strode out of the church without looking back.

Listening to the footsteps fade away, Archbishop Pasadena sighed.

Light, how can light be built on war and hatred?...,

Those are forced to do so.

Saving and protecting is the main responsibility of the forces of light.

Why can't today's young people be a little calmer?

Thinking of this, he also felt dissatisfied with the wizard in the south—if it weren't for the cruel 'test' he gave to Tirantus, perhaps the Bishop wouldn't be so troubled now.

Thinking of this, he was suddenly shocked and walked to the gate: "Where is the Second Bishop?"

He asked the guard at the door.

She went to the palace. ”

This answer made Master Dilan Pasadena's fingers tremble, and he hurried to the stables next to him, but when he saw that the horses were gone, his face suddenly became even more unsightly.

He didn't bring any teleportation gems or items, and as a bishop who didn't go to war often and was a spiritual leader, he didn't need those things much.

The previous King of Cormyr, Arvin IV, had been killed in battle with the Wraiths, and the newly enthroned Rann II was a young and vigorous king, and he was just satisfied with the victory of the Wraiths.

Of course, the young king probably didn't feel any discouraged by the fact that this was the Shade's voluntary retreat, and although he was wary, he was still rejoicing in recovering a large part of the country.

At this time, he heard the request of the second bishop Seymour, who had played a great role in the war, and of course immediately agreed, and when he saw the bishop's unhappy face, he greeted him: "Dear teacher, why are you so displeased?"

The prince of Avin IV grew up on the battlefield against the Shadows, fighting alongside the legions of the Children of the Dawn, and the Bishop was his mentor.

"The South is being buried in the shadow of evil, and the Bishop of Pasadena not only turns a blind eye, but even thinks that I have fallen?" said Bishop Seymour, whose young majesty was also stunned:

"No way, Master Pasadena must have misunderstood something, how could you fall, teacher?"

"I feel that he is depraved, always hanging out with those harpists who misinterpret the doctrine of good light, where is the light of these sneaky goods?" Bishop Seymour sneered, and sat down on the chair below: "Your Majesty, you know that the Dragon Coast is now occupied by an evil sorcerer, and the citizens of Simon are living in misery, and the arrival of this sorcerer has not brought them happiness - how can we expect a defected red-robed mage to become a righteous ruler?"

"What do you mean......" Rann II's eyes flickered.

"You know, Your Majesty, he, like the evil guy who took over Simon City before, employs the remnants of the Flame Dagger as his minions. Seymour looked at Rann II's expression. Feeling the need to add some more black material to show more of Pendisel's evil: "His ambition knows no bounds, and sooner or later it will affect the entire sea of stars in the west." ”

"Flame Dagger?!" Seymour's provocation had an effect, and Rann II took a deep breath and immediately became energetic, and the muscles of his upper arms crumbled. Thinking of the ministers and magnates who had been murdered by the defector nobles over the years, his expression quickly became gloomy.

Of course, he knew the remnants of these former Cormier nobles. He was kicked out by his grandfather and father.

The ruler of Simon City would actually take them in?

"Therefore we will destroy them. Priest Seymour raised a finger, "Their navy hasn't recovered from the Night King's battle yet, and Samast's attack just now has made them still have no time to relax." ”

"How many navies do we have?" said Rann II, geidling his finger at the clerk next to him.

"Your Excellency. There were also thirty-one large ships. The total number is about 4,000. ”

"Tell them to get ready, and then inform the Purple Dragon Knights and War Mages to prepare to go to the Dragon Coast. His Majesty gave the order, and the priest Seymour felt a burst of ecstasy. ...,

Tirantus, I have finally avenged you.

"Mentor, evil will not linger in the city of Simon for long. With a smug smile, Rann II promised Seymour.

"Oh, yes. The archbishop has fallen and even forbade me to touch the Legion, and we should hurry up. lest the warriors incite demagoguery for him. Seymour added an admonition: "He and the harpists, and the elect of Mystra, were deceived by that wizard." You know, that wizard is the protector of the Flame Dagger!"

Rann II nodded approvingly, saying that all the soldiers of the country had been loyal to him after years of war, so the advice of the First Bishop, who had caught up with him at the time of sailing, was firmly ignored by Rann II, and in his opinion this cowardly old man, who always hid behind the battle line, was far less trustworthy than Teacher Seymour.

What's more, the city of Simon has confirmed that it has enemies who have him.

How could he wait for the Flame Dagger to grow and grow, and then come to the door?

As king, Rann II was to ensure the stability of his power.

He looked at the Purple Dragon Knights and War Mages carried by the fleet, and thought to himself that with these powers, he would definitely be able to liberate Ximen City.

The total number of navies in that city was only about 1,000, and the army?

Seymour thought the same thing, and she looked around the mighty fleet with a thirst for revenge.

She believed that she was right, that the evil of Simon City must be destroyed, that hatred would be eliminated, that justice would be served, and that she would bring true light to a city that had been soaked in darkness for thousands of years.

This sense of mission led her to pray, but soon she opened her eyes with a miserable face.

As a high-ranking priest, she lost her sense of contact with Lansendel.

She was abandoned.

"No!

After her complexion changed for a while, she looked up at the sun in the sky, and her distracted eyes became paranoid and crazy little by little: "Your Majesty must have been blinded by the bishop, and I will surely bring the light back to the city of Simon to prove Pasadena's mistakes, so that Your Majesty will bring glory and grace to me again, it must be!"

"Mentor?" Noticing Seymour's strange appearance, Rann II looked sideways at the red-eyed second bishop, "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing, my majesty. She lowered her head, the bloodshot in her eyes faintly congealed, which made her preacherous smile tinge with a hideous flavor: "Please do justice as soon as possible." ”

"Fleet! Advance quickly!" Rann II replied, and immediately issued an order.

The massive sails of this line accelerated southward.

"Cormier's fleet is about to attack?" Hearing this, Penny's research could not progress any further.

His communication was half successful, and it seemed that Lansendel's church did not regard him as a mortal enemy that had to be eliminated.

But the vendetta-driven actions did not change the situation.

"Mr. Diesel. In the mirror, Erastro reclined lazily on the chaise longue and raised his slender eyebrows: "Actually, this war can be avoided. ”

"Avoid?" the wizard frowned, "How to avoid it?"

"The priest has gone mad, and Lansendel is no longer in her favor. Erasdra drank a glass of red wine: "The point is that the king is there, and you should have a way to reduce his hostility towards you." ”

"Lower the hostility?" the wizard's eyebrows raised a little higher.

"Yes, like the Flame Dagger. ”

As soon as Erastro said this, a shadow behind the wizard's side shook a little.

Aurethes cried out with a 'wow' in his arms, and Penny patted the swaddling clothes gently, but his expression did not stretch in the slightest. ()