Chapter

"I don't know."

Many people still answer this, but their attitude seems more respectful than before.

"That's why you're walking farther than me."

Aston didn't slightly, turned around, and for the first time facing many in a formal posture, gently lifting the classics in his hand, "Come for it?"

The black classics are heavy but not clumsy. They are light like feathers in his hands, with a restrained luster flashing, but not like metal. Although the light magic fluctuations are weak, they are like the brewing before the volcano erupts.

"yes."

Many nodded, but there was no greed in their eyes. He quietly focused his focus on this classic, but the delicate figure who was also wearing a black robe appeared in his mind.

That book looks exactly the same as this one, but why didn’t I think it would be a holy weapon at the beginning?

Maybe it's because of its lack of strength.

Many things in the past are not returned to memorize too much. All he has to do is to grasp the present.

"You can read this book, but it won't leave here."

Unexpectedly, the dark messenger raised his hand and picked out the black scripture that might be the believers willing to use their lives to exchange for a close-up viewing opportunity.

Many were stunned for a moment - to be honest, countless thoughts appeared in his mind, but none of them had such a bad idea as running after robbing. They reached out to take it, and many thanked him softly: "I hope it won't disappoint me."

“No.”

This statement shouldn't have been answered by Aston.

Holding the classics in hand, many people don’t even know what the real name of this thing is. He just knows that this thing must have a certain connection with the Holy See of Light, otherwise it would not have appeared in Becky’s hands.

The cover has no handwriting, the tentacles are rough and warm. This book seems to be a living creature with its own consciousness and breathing, reminding many of them of the shock that Klin's Blade brought to themselves.

Confused, curious, calm and calm.

These emotions made many feel that they were facing Aston himself, as if they had not opened the pages of the book and had met an old man who was also knowledgeable.

"This is..."

When he opened the heavy title page, many people couldn't help but exclaimed - because the handwriting he saw made the memory that had not been used for a long time in his mind come alive.

The language of the troll.

It doesn't matter what the content is anymore, because many people can be sure that this thing should belong to the Roslorien continent.

As the title page opened, a gentle whisper seemed to sound around. Listening carefully but not clearly, the low voice made many conversations between Elder Valentz and himself while chatting, and all this seemed to be a huge mystery.

"It's enough."

Without turning the second page, many people gently closed the book and then returned it with both hands.

"The people whom Garonn chose to walk on this dark continent bring us light."

Aston seemed to be chanting a poem gently, but the content made many understand a lot - the dark messenger gently took the book, and a faint magical fluctuation flashed.

"You are walking farther than me."

This is the second time this old earl has repeated this sentence, but many of them understand another meaning.

"So, what I will face next is the never-ending Majesty?"

Many looked directly above the statue, and it seemed that a throne was waiting for it, but on the side of the throne was a tall abyss demon. His most obvious characteristics made many understand who this person was.

"His goal is to conquer, such as the continent this book should have," Aston seemed to have understood many identities, but he had no intention of pointing out at all. "If you have the news about the second volume of this book, or if you own it, then at that time, we can discuss its belonging."

"But it won't be now."

Aston gently lowered the scriptures, looked at the transparent but not sharp eyes, and then turned his eyes to the sculpture.

"He won't take action first, right?"

"Kate is a smart and good at using people."

Aston's answer was not redundant at all, and it was not leaking.

"But there is no wisdom."

This is his summary.

"I think, I understand what I should do."

Many nodded, while Aston saluted slightly, and the two figures, who may be a thousand years apart in age, bid farewell to each other after a brief conversation.

Tenth order.

This is the strength of the old man that many people felt - of course he was not sure whether the dark messenger had taken that step, but his strength would not affect the result of the conversation.

If he had not obtained the holy weapon, many knew that even if he forced himself to snatch it, he would never have any results. He was not alone in the world, and there were too many things to take into account. Many of them were not stolen and cruel to sacrifice their comrades as chess pieces at any time. Perhaps he was not a qualified monarch, but he was a qualified leader.

Rule the mainland?

Many people are not interested, and they only protect their own world.

Turning around and leaving the "church", many walking postures were as usual. The believers on both sides still knelt down on one knee, watching the walker go away - they really felt something different, free and easy, or untainted by dust.

The mission of Stick Province seemed to have ended here, and many walked out of the church, but they were not in a hurry to leave. Instead, they found a hotel that looked ok and stayed in nearby.

Faced with many, all believers seemed to understand his identity in a very short time. No matter where the carriage went, the blood-stained traces seemed to be like a mark that made people on both sides of the street stop and salute. When many walked off the carriage, they received unimaginable gifts like emperors.

This is spontaneous by the civilians, not forcing them.

Many people have the illusion in a trance that they have won such a position without any effort or even inadvertently. So is it too easy to come compared to those politicians and nobles who have fought for life and even abandoned their wives and children to betray their friends?

It's different after all.

Many people accepted the worship of believers without any artificiality, but did not make any speeches improvised. They just walked into the bedroom arranged for themselves in silence, and then closed the door.

When the maids walked off the carriage, they brought a burst of breathing sounds around them. These maids were all as beautiful as flowers, and because they were unavailable, they all had a pure shyness. Facing the eyes of so many people, they could only look at the back in front and follow closely, just like the legendary guardian sacrifice serving the gods.

The doctrine of the demon god Galon prohibits promiscuous behavior and indulges in beauty. From this point of view, it can be seen that he is still a relatively reliable god. Compared with the false gods that have violated the absurd doctrines of human ethics that have appeared in history, Galon's believers can grow to this point after thousands of years. This doctrine that can be affirmed in people's hearts is naturally one of the reasons.

There are many maids in this "Apostle", but no one will stand up and question it - perhaps this is a common psychology... When something is marked with a certain label, the believers will never go back to question anything extra, especially the "Apostle" has just held talks with the dark messenger Earl Aston, the black robe.

Many people who entered the room had no time to figure out the psychology of these believers, so he chose to meditate quietly to restore his strength.

Of course, no one knows what he is waiting for.

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I will update it tonight and adjust my status these days.
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