Inside the magic tower, Kasim held the parchment roll in his hand. Looking at it at a rough look, it was really simple and unpretentious. Only the worn corners and yellowed surfaces could see the traces of history.

This pampering scroll was sent by Ode from the Temple of Tribulation.

Qasim stared at the sentences on it, but in two paragraphs, the characters are ancient and mysterious. They are not phonetic characters, but ideographic characters. There are still pictographic residues in the shape of the characters. In addition, there may be other strange things.

But I am not a linguist and dare not make any decisions.

Kassim took apart the letter sent by Oud.

"Our dear fellow workers, we still know very little about the language on this manuscript. Even the most profound bachelor in the teachings can only infer its words, perhaps related to certain mathematics, which is a strange language. It does not come from particularly encrypted, but contains mathematics and physics in every font. This may be related to certain dwarf languages.

My co-worker, that's all we know, I've listed as useful information as possible for you. Hopefully you can find the direction of deciphering."

Qasim skipped the final greetings and compliments.

Holding up the manuscript and reading it under the oil lamp, Kasim looked carefully.

"If it's mathematics, that's not my specialty."

Although it is necessary to have a certain degree of mathematical knowledge to explore mystics, mathematics and physics often act as auxiliary tools in mystics.

Most scholars do not have the ability and patience to study mathematics.

Qasim held his forehead and thought for a long time.

"If math, then..." Qasim thought of someone, "Ronard?"

He had heard Ronald's mathematical talent mention Ronald.

Although Ronald's stupidity is well known, recently, Qasim suddenly heard rumors that he has a talent for mathematics.

"No... Ronald's brain is not very normal, except for him... there is something else." Qasim was still a little confused, "Yinsha's main priest...it's even more so. Let her know that I'm in contact with the paganism."

Well, after thinking about it many times, I only have Ronald to choose.

"Find an opportunity to absorb him into the heavenly community and ask him to keep it absolutely confidential, that's all." Qasim said helplessly.

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Chen Yin scoops water to clean the tableware. Thanks to the past of the Knights' family, he left a set of wooden tableware at home, which was of complete variety. He didn't need to cut the bread as a plate like ordinary people, and the soup spoon in the iron pot was used in public.

"You want to go to the study to draw a magic circle?" Hedwig said indifferently.

"Well... I'm afraid I'll be disturbed like last time."

Chen Yin was actually making excuses. He didn't want others to see him. He was the Lord of the Kingdom of God, even his sister.

"Okay, be careful," Hedwig raised his eyelids and said caringly: "Don't close the door."

"ah..."

"I have to watch." Hedwig was serious, "Mystery...is very dangerous, otherwise everyone wouldn't say it was witchcraft. Of course, I'm not against your brother...you know what I mean."

"Are you worried about me?" Chen Yin briefly helped her express her thoughts.

belch.

Hedwig was speechless like a hiccup.

"Yeah, yes." She recovered and admitted.

Chen Yin smiled and said, "Then I'm covering the door."

"Yeah." Hedwig nodded in agreement.

After washing the tableware, Chen Yin walked into the study and closed the door in vain, leaving behind a person's size.

It was already night, Chen Yinxu let out a breath.

"Father Christopher may have arrived at the Holy Land, I don't know..."

Chen Yin remembers well that the pagan stolen time is the opposite of the True Sect, not during the day, but at night.

Thinking of this, Chen Yin couldn't help feeling sad.

"Draw the magic circle first."

Chen Yin thought to himself and picked out the materials he brought from the academy, Qasim was very generous.

The blood diluted with pure water, Chen Yin painted the magic circle, the picture still became the circle of truth, and wrote the proverbs in the scriptures.

Chen Yin only wrote three of the six angel names because the other three names serve as the role of protecting the guardian, and he did not need them to protect the guardian.

Place the offerings and pour holy water on the morning Yin.

Chen Yin knelt in front of the magic circle and closed his eyes.

After experiencing the usual pain again, he ascended to the Kingdom of God.

Above the sea of ​​clouds, Chen Yin looked down at the Resurrection Town.

A brief scan as usual.

"Lomea, she is going to go out?" Chen Yin just glanced at him and then moved his eyes back to himself.

With closer view, Chen Yin waved his hand and extinguished the only lights left in the two bell towers.

The glimmer of light fell, his fingertips raised, and Chen Yin wrote his name on the magic circle.

Before he went back, he saw Hedwig in the living room, paced back and forth, trying to get out of the study several times, but he held back several times.

Consciousness returns to the body, Chen Yin sang ritual spells and started the ritual singularity.

"The king of my king is the only god who recreates the kingdom of heaven.

I have endless praise and respect for you..."

Close your eyes, Chen Yin opened his palm and looked at the eyes of his soul, and used platinum inscriptions to trigger the singularity of the ceremony.

The magic circled and blue light, and the three names written from the kingdom of heaven radiated completely different golden light.

The scene in my eyes changed rapidly.

Chen Yin stepped into the memory of Christopher again.

The half-collapsed tower and the houses that cast stones, the once glorious and towering church spire has been broken halfway, and it can be seen that the huge bells in the half-buried soil are full of ruins.

The holy land in front of you has fallen.

It was already night. On the road, the True Cultists who were falling across the streets were everywhere. They were pale and ragged. Most of them were gentry and nobles who could afford ransom in the city.

The pagans, no matter rich or poor, knelt in the square, clenched their hands tightly, and prayed with great devoutness. Even if the celebration has passed, they can still see the pleasure of regaining the holy land, including those who were originally born in the holy city.

The tall and majestic St. Silver Cathedral, the walls are floating and falling all over the ground, as if they are shaking.

On the broken steps of the church, inside the hall.

The elderly, weak and weak women and children who had no time to escape from the holy land gathered here, leaning against the corner of the wall, lying on the ground, or comforting each other. They were thin and struggled to keep the tranquility of the aftermath of the disaster.

Chen Yin saw the familiar face, Alina cut her worn clothes as a bandage, the priest's disciple comforted the frightened civilians, Anne snuggled in her mother's arms, her eyes full of uneasiness.

The stone bowls dedicated to the statues of all the saints were extinguished by most of the candlelight.

Father Christopher, he squatted in front of the wounded soldier with a broken limb, his wounds were treated only roughly, and the soldiers' faces were filled with sorrow and despair.

"Father...what should I do? Lord, I did not guard your kingdom of heaven... Father, will the Lord forgive me... Where is the Lord?" The soldier talked nonsense, his forehead rolling hot.

"It's okay, it's okay... Child, close your eyes and have a good rest... and have a good rest." Christopher comforted the soldiers, his face full of fatigue and vicissitudes.

"Ke...Christopher." A weak voice came from behind the priest.

Christopher turned around, under his broken monk's robe, his old face was his close friend, Bishop Carloyan.

The priest walked over and squatted down slowly.

"How long will I die? Old friend." Bishop Karoyan stared at the priest and said hoarsely: "Your medical skills are the best between us... Don't lie to me, tell me, how long will I see the Lord?"

"Caroyan...maybe three days left." Christopher said after hesitation.

"Well, damn pagan, I'm going to send me to the Lord." Karoyang smiled mockingly, and then hissed because he pulled the wound. "Old friend, I saw Lord, but how did I pass down her oracle?"

Christopher couldn't help laughing at his close friend who was still humorous, and smiled, and tried hard to wrinkle his eyelids.

The priest comforted him a few words, and when he was about to get up and leave, Karoyang grabbed his wrist.

"Old friend...I heard that the second master of the pagans asks you to hand over the holy things." Carloyang stared at the priest with a bright eye, "Christopher, I call you by this name...I have only my only wish, the holy things of the church: the blood of the saints, and must not be handed over to the hand of the pagans, and you would rather destroy it! You should not be foolish and kind, this is my last wish."

Christopher closed his dry lips tightly and said nothing.

Carloyan roared in a low voice, "Christopher, 'In the face of all difficulties, you can only martyrdom.' Don't tell me, you forgot this proverb."

The priest turned around and looked around every displaced refugee.
Chapter completed!