Right in front of the Marland Temple, there is a quaint square.
The stone slabs on the ground on the square were incomplete, with only a layer of fine sand and a stone fountain in the center, but it had been dry for many years, and there was no drop of water in the spring. In the distance, several pedestrians stopped in the square, talking to each other and gestured. Wherever they could see, believers in gray cloth robes were lying on the steps of the temple one by one, kissing the land under Ms. Marlan's feet.
This is a morning prayer. The customs and forms vary from place to place. The Kaolin people like to sit in tall and bright sacred temples and listen to the Hadith. The Authorites—the Ultracra choir known as the "Voice of the Golden Night". Legend has it that their singing is like the sound of nature among the clouds, just like a sirens—even the emperor of the empire, who only have two or three chances to appreciate the "Holy Singing" in a year.
Among the believers, Maihiel was preaching. He was wearing a robe, holding scriptures in one hand and holy objects in the other, and the silver running wolf of Marland shone in the sun.
The elderly knight was stunned when he saw him, but he still did not stop his work. He turned around and continued to give to the gods' teachings to the believers.
In addition to believers, the most were guards around. Teams of men, wearing armor and spears, patrolling from the square. Although the owner of this place was not there, the fortress still maintained his appearance when he was there. The atmosphere seemed to be more tense than two weeks ago. Istani had not experienced war for many years, and the alertness of the fortress seemed to be meaningful.
Perhaps the plan of the king of sand Babartan has reached a certain stage, and even Bein is on guard.
For a moment, Fang Yu suspected his judgment again, but this idea quickly disappeared in his mind.
With a bell coming from the ancient tower of the Holy Church, Chen Qi's time had passed and the believers left one after another. Mai Xier then walked down the stairs and walked to him:
"Why did you go back to Being and find your companions?"
"yes."
The elderly knight looked at him and said, "Since you are here, come in and sit down."
Fang Zhu just looked at the other party and nodded slightly.
The two walked up the steps and entered the temple.
Fang Yu looked around. The furnishings in the hall did not change much compared to when he left - as if everything was like this in Bein. Day after day, this fortress established in the sand and gravel always adhered to its ancient precepts. Just like a serious and taciturn guard, he stood firm on the gate of the northern part of the capital.
“I have seen people praying in the north, which is different from the customs here.”
"The way of prayer is only a form, as long as it is sufficient to express respect for all saints."
Maixier said as he walked.
God only needs to establish a faith connection with his believers, and fortunately, when their believers die, guide them to the kingdom of God. The souls of believers will be transformed into pure astral bodies, which are a form between starlight and life. It flashes like a sign in the dark world, guiding the gods in the heavenly kingdom and guiding the lost dead.
Those who believe have their belongings, while those who do not believe will return to dust. Faith is a big event in Aitalia. People without faith will transform into pure starlight after death, half into the kingdom of the dead, and the other half into a part of nature.
But the candidates are different.
After the caster died, the starlight was shared by the gods, just like part of the "Sacred Chosen Agreement", which is also the origin of their name. Fang Zhu learned all this from Bishop Tyrios later. Before that, he always thought that the "Sacred Chosen" of the indigenous people meant the chosen one.
But the so-called holy choice is the choice of all saints. They do not belong to a certain god, but belong to the common control of all gods. So it is no wonder that the chosen one can be resurrected in any temple.
However, if the summoner declares that he has the faith of a certain god, then after he leaves this world, most of the starlight left behind will belong to that god. This is why the gods are willing to accept "fake faith". Of course, there are also many noble gods like Ms. Aimeya - Ms. Forest, the powerful divine power does not require these powers of false faith.
Fang Zhu looked at the end of the hall and was immersed in the light of the sky, thinking that he should be considered a lady's side, right?
Although he doesn't think so, the rules between the gods are like this-
Maishire poured him a cup of tea, just like last time.
Looking at the rising white mist, Fang Zhu asked:
"Didn't you cause any trouble last time?"
"No, the count sent someone to ask some things."
"I reconciled with him."
Maixile just nodded.
"I haven't had time to thank you for what happened last time-"
"It's just the goddess' guide."
"But you also helped a lot."
"You're welcome."
The hall was a little quiet for a while.
Fang Yu passed by this place and accidentally wanted to come back and take a look. He left in a hurry last time and did not thank the elderly knight well.
Although some of the factors he came to this place did rely on Marland's guidance, the old knight's calm response also helped him a lot.
What's more, the goddess doesn't need his gratitude, but ordinary people are different.
When Maixier saw him drinking tea, he asked:
"I received a letter from Bishop Farris and learned about some of the things that happened in the capital. But there should be a reason for returning to Bein this time, right?"
Fang Zhu nodded.
"I'll help His Highness find someone."
"Is there anyone here with Your Highness the Princess?" Maixil was a little surprised.
Fang Yu described the person he had met before. However, except for a scar on his left face, the man was ordinary in other aspects. He was placed in the crowd and it was difficult to tell the kind of public passers-by at a glance. He just answered the other party's questions simply and did not expect anything to get.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! But after listening, Mai Xier raised his eyebrows gently: "I seem to have seen this person."
Fang Zhu looked at the elderly knight with a little surprise.
"Why did Your Highness the Great Princess ask you to find a sand thief?"
"Sand thief?"
But Maihill just said to himself.
Hearing Fang Yu's question, he came back to his senses and replied: "I can't be sure of this, but I have indeed seen that person more than once."
"He went to the temple to pray, and sought atonement from me, saying that he was praying for a friend. But two or three times, I saw him interacting with some people in the city. The temple had its own information channels. If I was not wrong, those people were the sand thieves outside the city."
Fang Zhu was stunned.
However, it may not be a big dealer to have any connection with the sand thieves outside the city.
But he always felt something was wrong, and he couldn't remember it for a while - the term "Sand Pirate" was both far and unfamiliar. He always felt that he had heard it somewhere, but he couldn't remember what was important for a while.
Perhaps because the matter of Istaniya has come to an end to him, everything is not that important.
He didn't stay in the temple for long, and said goodbye to Maixier and left. It was said that the two of them had just met one time before. The elderly knight helped him a lot, although under the guidance of the goddess. However, Fang Yu looked back at the ancient temple, reflecting the afterglow of the sunset, and realized that he had another friend in this unknown fortress in this world.
He didn't know whether he could still remember everything he had experienced in Aitalia many years later.
With every name in this world.
...
Rupert looked at the note in front of him with a gloomy face, like a black cloud that was raising himself on this hall-
The note was only the size of a palm, and it was rolled over. It seemed to have been rolled up and placed in the tying tube of a carrier pigeon. There were traces of bent on the paper.
The text above is very simple, with only a few words - the words of Istania are curved and winding, as if they come from the imitation of flames. It is the inheritance of ancient wisdom, which is a unique and unique comparison with the culture of Kaurin-Ishurien. The meaning of the text is more obvious:
“Verified.”
An abnormal flushing color surged onto His Highness's face, which was an anger that he tried to restrain, and a slight slight gathered. She clenched her fists tightly, her eyes turned black, and she was about to faint, but she still suppressed the dizziness and looked up at the middle-aged alchemist in front of her, and asked with a slight trembling voice:
"Achilles, is this true?"
The latter raised his head, met the princess's eyes, and lowered his head.
He hesitated a little and replied, "Maybe there are still some misunderstandings, Your Highness..."
"What I ask you is, is this all true?" Princess Rupert clenched her fists and said word by word: "There is really a 'A-Fe-Fa-Little Sister' next to that Governor?"
"Maybe it's just the same name..."
"That's a coincidence?" she laughed in anger.
"She has been with the sage."
"Is there any difference?"
Achilles remained silent.
"So he's always doubting my mother," Princess Rupert suppressed her voice, "What are Afefa and I? I believe that man so much..."
"No wonder he kept me in this place. Is he so scared?"
She couldn't help but sneer.
Achilles reminded him at this time: "Your Highness, these two things may not be related. We have only verified one aspect..."
There were some words behind him, but he thought about it for a while and didn't say it.
But this sentence just aroused the rebellion in the heart of His Highness the princess.
"Isn't it enough?" Her voice was as cold as ice: "The previous investigation has explained everything. Why did he always hide it... Seneman is the 'servant' of the blind follower, don't I know?"
"Because he is my father, I trust him unconditionally. But my father is the mastermind behind the killing of my mother. For the past ten years, I have been kept in the dark... He has long been suspicious of my mother, and maybe he has been doubting me. No, Afeifa is my sister, and I will never admit that a person who is inexplicable is my real sister--"
"Your Highness, your mother..."
"Shut up, Achilles."
With a clang, His Highness the Princess pulled out the scimitar and pointed the shaking snow blade at the middle-aged alchemist in front of him. "Shut up, what do you want to say!?"
Her voice echoed almost in the empty hall, sharp as if it was a banshees: "My mother would never betray him. I have been investigating all this for ten years. You will only know the details of the little things better than me. Do you want to betray me, Achilles!?"
Achilles looked at the other person with a expressionless face, but did not speak.
But he didn't speak, and the eldest princess breathed a sigh of relief. She sighed quietly: "I'm sorry, Achilles...I didn't mean to target you."
"I understand your mood," the latter replied faintly: "Your Highness the Princess."
"Thank you."
But Princess Rupert seemed to be very tired, and she waved her hand powerlessly: "Get back, Achilles, let me be quiet alone."
"I want to think about it..."
Achilles nodded slightly and bowed back.
But before leaving the door, he turned around and asked, "Your Highness, what are you preparing for..."
"I see."
She nodded.
But I couldn't help but think of what happened to Beiyin before.
...
"who are they?"
The tall alchemist looked at the group of people entering the Casan Palace in the distance, and turned to Ye Hua on the side and asked.
The Ranger King leaned on his elves bow, holding his hands, looking in that direction - those who entered the Casan Palace were obviously not natives of Istani. They wore northern outfits that were rare in the local area, but the North did not mean Kapuka, Rodell, and the coast of the Staff that only had two or three months of summer a year.
In the hearts of the Istani people, the north is Kaurin and the east is Ishurien, which is a very simple geographical concept.
Those people are from the Kingdom of Kaolin, and they are not ordinary people.
"It's from the Kaolin royal family." Ye Hua replied lightly.
As the former president of the Southern Alliance, he had seen more than once the envoys of the Royal Family of Colin. Those 'angels' dressed and angry horses and arrogant 'angels' have aroused public anger more than once in the Elfindo Parliament.
However, the northerners have always been like this. They boast of themselves as the orthodox kingdom, not to mention that they were envoys of the royal family, most of whom came from a large aristocratic family, and they were even more arrogant.
But with the stability and increasing strength of Istaña, the scene of insulting instructors in the past is now very rare in this country above the sea of ​​sand. To be precise, the Kaolin royal family has not sent such a large-scale envoy here for many years. Ye Hua looked over there and counted it carefully, and said at least hundreds of people.
There are many knights among them.
Dawn Knight.
"There are quite a few people." The alchemist also said.
“It’s certainly quite a lot.”
The size of this envoy is rare in the history of Aitalia.
"But it's not that there are more knights," the former said suspiciously. "It's not like a clerk, but rather an army."
Ye Hua also felt this way in his heart, but he was not clear about the establishment of the envoys of Kaolin-Ishurien, and could only suppress the doubts in his heart. "One hundred and forty-two people," he finally counted the last one, "This is the scale of the Aoshu Empire, and I remember the last time I went to the empire."
"What are they doing?"
the alchemist asked.
Ye Hua shook his head, how could he know?
"I feel something might happen." The King of Rangers answered quietly.
"Similar."
"I remembered something when I said that," Ye Hua suddenly turned around and spoke.
The alchemist looked at him with some surprise.
But the former pondered for a moment before saying, "The spies of the royal family of Kaurin were in trouble here not long ago. It seemed to have happened in Tansneer... I remember that His Highness the Great Princess also protested to the King of Sands for this incident, and this protest was also conveyed to Kaurin-Ishurien."
"I know this, too," replied the alchemist. "I happened to be near Tansneer at that time."
"But it's almost two months gone by, right?"
"Don't forget that dust storm."
The alchemist was a little surprised: "They weren't here for that little thing, are they?"
Ye Hua shook his head again:
"It's just a speculation."
...
The edge of the desert is like a silver thread under the sun.
But in the steaming water vapor, the silver thread twisted slightly, and then it turned into a white city wall with a slight gloss, as small as a thread, or a string of pearls scattered in the sky.
The caravan stopped.
Luo Hao stood in the scorching sand, looking at the looming city walls, almost crying without tears - they stayed in the vast desert for nearly half a month, and almost destroyed their entire army. Now that they finally returned to the civilized world, their hearts were filled with a feeling of surviving the disaster.
Behind this fat man from the military, Jita, Luo Yu, the box and others seemed very excited. The little fat man Lu Fuzhidun fell to the ground and almost cried with joy. He couldn't help but kiss the land - sand, prayed to Android, or Marlan, or Ms. Roman for bringing himself out of the desperate situation.
Although there is still starlight and a chance to resurrection, after experiencing this, everyone has a sense of gratitude.
They more or less understand what adventure is-
It is not just poetry and painting, and treasures hidden in the dungeon, but more about danger and hardship, and careful preparation, so that we can avoid falling into such a desperate situation next time.
However, Luo Hao turned around and looked at the girl standing at the end of the team.
Afeifa was also a little excited - this secret sorcerer girl has lost a lot of weight and suffered a lot of hardships over the past few days, but she still looks very clean and tidy. The Knight of Sky seems to have the power in this regard. Her eyes glowed and she looked at the city in the sky without moving, not because of her salvation.
But because this is her first time to come to this legendary royal capital, the pearl in the sea of ​​sand.
Chapter completed!