Lomea returned to the lecture hall, walked into the bedroom of the priest, untied the beads on his waist, and placed them on the table.

After looking at the body on the bed, he opened the wheat straw chair, and Lomea sat at the table beside the window and door.

The firewood was burning in the fireplace, and the wooden frame was painted with imitation marble patterns. The oil portraits in the oval frame were hung high on the wall. The background of the painting was plain, depicting the door and the door seemed to be open and unopened.

It was already bright enough, Lomea turned off the oil lamp.

"Can I be too neurotic and too suspicious?" Lomea said to himself, "Before Lucius's death, there were so many apprentices in the town who studied mystery. It was impossible that he was targeted... If it was said that spirituality was induced, Qasim and Roman had already induced spirituality, and Yin Delai's spiritual potential was far beyond them. How could Chen Yin be targeted?"

To be suspicious, Luo Meia thought about it carefully. Except for Chen Yin’s words, he was pulled into the ancient sacred capital, there was no other suspicion. The northern land that fell into a pale rain was so vast, who knew where the hidden soul came from?

"Even if... it's related to Christopher, and it has no direct connection with him." Lomea eliminated his concerns step by step, "and Christopher may not be related. He came from the Holy Land."

Christopher, if nothing unexpected happens, he should have already been on the stolen platform.

Luo Meia calmed down. Although she was still a little worried, she also made plans to go to Chen Yin's house to peek and observe from time to time.

Winter, winter, winter...

Songzhu trembled in a series of ways, pulling Lomea back from calm.

Lomea picked up the beads and identified the changes in the scriptures on each bead.

"Is there any faith? From the holy land?"

Lomea was a little confused, maybe it was a reply from Wofa Ling.

Opening the wardrobe, Lomea sat in.

Then, Tong Ren rolled up slowly, his eyes were exposed, and his dark and smooth tentacles surged out of his facial features.

Her spirit slowly drilled out the body, a slug-shaped dark creature.

Lomea wriggled on the floor, slowly dragging it to the edge of the bed, extending her soft and smooth body, climbing up her limbs, and drilling into her facial features.

After a little adaptation, the priest slowly stood up.

He picked up the Songzhu again, and the priest took out the "Peace Lecture Notes", deciphered the secrets one by one according to the Songzhu scriptures, and stopped on page 72.

“The messenger from the sacred space,”

The priest recited a string of mantras in Aven's words.

"Children who are inspired by the king of our king,

Although his body is small, his beliefs are firm, he has no scruples and no concealment.

In this place only you and I know, to perform your duties, I call you, the goblins of the Brado Forest.”

The verses on page 72, as the mantras were recited, the fonts began to twist, and the pages of the paper turned dark yellow, and then disappeared line by line as if they were erased.

After the paper industry was blank, light slight jumped to the paper. The priest knew that it was the content of the letter-written letters word by word, without deviation.

As the letter was written in half, the main priest read the letter, which was a letter from Qinghong's lecture hall.

"My dear Yinsha, the same devout believer of the king,

I must tell you something extremely important.

Christopher ascended to heaven.”

Seeing this, her heart seemed to be hit by a hammer, and her face was full of shock.

The priest looked at the trembling handwriting and knew that he was not the only one who was shocked.

"Forgive me for not telling the story in detail. I am now just writing this letter in a hurry, besides you, there are other priests and our great general sacrifice.

All I can tell you is Christopher, who was tied to the stake. I thought he would be martyred in the fire and complete the ritual of sealing the holy objects.... Although the holy objects were successfully sealed, Christopher...he seemed to be sacred."

The priest had expected that Christopher had ascended to heaven before, and even so, she was still in great shock.

Canonized by saints... Only angels can be saints, which angels can be saints?

The priest continued to watch,

"I must inform the temple as soon as possible and inform our great general sacrifice, and can only be described in a hurry.

Christopher forgave everyone and walked onto the tent. Then, when he was burned by the flames, he sang a hymn, and the True Cultists present also stood up and sang.

Then, a person who could be perceived but could not see appeared, and he... no, she, (forgive me for blasphemy) seemed to grasp the authority of the True Sect, extremely sacred and grand, and even I, who was three, could not help but tremble.

She said that she forgives us, and this was her appointment.

I dare not make any guesses. She may be just an angel who still sticks to the Truth Sect, but...

Can the angels of the foolish people have such great power?

Such... is creeping, terrifying, and even...

Shake faith!”

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The Knight Order, also known as the Knight Brotherhood, if you want to join this type of armed regiment, in addition to the strict assessment, members must first vow to make three lifelong vows, namely: exclusion of wealth, stunning beauty, and despair, that is, isolating money, isolating marriage, and absolute obedience and obedience to commands and gods.

The Saint-Empression Sword-Handling Cultivation Association was also classified as the Armed Cultivation Association.

The members were all nuns selected from all over the country, and they were active as military physicians. However, as the movement to restore the Holy Land became more and more intense, the Saint-Sword-holding Cultivation Association gradually grew and inevitably developed into an armed force. Due to their persistence in traditions and beliefs, the Cultivation Association was still composed of women, including grooms and attendants, who were recruited rural women.

So far, there have been fifty knights, three hundred soldiers, and hundreds of servants in the Cult. The headquarters is located in the Baron Shalo, which is headquartered in the Kingdom of Waze Aishur. In addition to the Salou Shalo, the two nearby Baron Shalo is also located under their jurisdiction.

Even as a vassal of the Poor Knights, the independence and autonomy of the Saint-Sword-Handling Cultivator is still well protected. The Cultivator has the right to refuse to implement the general orders or requests of the Poor Knights without condition.

Unless it is the leader of the Knights, who personally stamped the black scarf life book with griffin blood.

The dark morning gradually became brighter, and the morning mist was filled with mist. Groups of jackdaws flapped their wings and flew over the rings of the castle. The sun shone on the rows of silver armored stomachs in the schoolyard. The nuns and knights knelt in the church, praying morning and listening to the bells ringing.

President Janet, who was nearly forty years old, took advantage of the morning prayer to hold on to the black scarf life letter sent by the leader of the group, and found the other four knights. They discussed all the affairs of all kinds of the cultivators.

They gathered in the conference hall and sat at the long table.

"Mum, what happened?" The person who spoke was Yudosea. She had a beautiful face and a light brown hair. She was twenty-seven years old. She was the youngest and most knowledgeable among them.

"I have no intention of interrupting your morning prayer, sisters who are loyal to the Lord," said President Jenette, who put on the black scarf's book, "Youdolsea, look at this, the black scarf's book."

The letter decorated with black silk scarf fell before the girls, and the knights took a breath.

"What's wrong? Madam. The Pope is going to prepare for the Restoration of the Holy Land again?" asked a grey-haired female knight seriously.

"No, not." President Jenette pulled the silk scarf apart and pulled out the letter paper stamped with griffin blood. "Silver Cana, our lost holy land, someone has been canonized."

In an instant, the entire conference hall fell into great shock. In an incredible silence, they could hear the trembling sound of each other's arms and gradually breathing in panting.
Chapter completed!