Chapter 1697: Will that kid Gretel return to the White Wolf family?
The frosty wind howls.
Xueye was speechless.
In the thick stone castle, which was so dark that only a ray of skylight could shine through, and even the faces of people could not be seen, two old men sat in silence opposite each other. One had white hair like snow, and his old skin was tightly wrapped around his ten finger bones, looking at each other at a glance.
Go, like cast iron;
A man with splayed eyebrows, just sitting there, seemed to be in a trance like a giant bear looking up to the sky and roaring.
These two old men are the white jade pillars of the Askan family, the purple golden beams that support the sea. Except for the family legend who has been in seclusion for a long time and rarely leaves the mountain, the Askan family's apparent combat power is based on their
For the strongest.
It can be said that it is not difficult to say that the wind and snow are shaking, and that the north land is overturned with one backhand.
However, at this time, [White Wolf] William Askan and [Big Bear] Albrey Askan, the two old men, had lingering sorrow in their eyebrows.
After a long, long time, [Big Bear] Albrey sighed softly:
"Brother, tell me, Gretel...Mage Nordmark, will he come back?"
"have no idea."
The old Count White Wolf, who has been wearing armor and charging into battle since he was 15 years old. At the age of 20, he led troops to kill through eight hundred miles of wilderness, killed the "Skull-cutter" Bourne, and won the name "White Wolf". At the age of 35, he advanced to the level of heaven.
The old knight slowly shook his head.
"The news from Nevis is that the child has not known his own life experience since he was a child. When little Leo arrived in the Kingdom of Kent, he remained anonymous and never told his son which family he was from..."
The two old men were silent again. Nordmark, Nordmark, Nord, means "North", and "Mark" means "border line" and "border wall". Together, they mean "North"
border"……
The White Wolf Askan family built a fortress on the banks of the Ybor River. From the moment they established the family, they became the northern vassals of the Rhine Kingdom!
"He always remembers his family...Although he can't come back, he always has his family in his heart..."
[Big Bear] Albrey said slowly. When little Leo eloped from home, he was not yet a knight. He probably fought hard to protect his wife and give his wife and children a better life, right?
But little Leo died too early...too early, too early. Little Gretel grew up alone in the Kingdom of Kent, and didn't even know what kind of family he was from...
Of course, for little Grete at that time, not knowing might be better and safer than knowing...
"His relationship with the family was informed to him after the council found out. After being informed, he didn't express anything. Maybe... even if he came to the Askan family, it was for the mission of the council, not out of feelings for the family.
Bar."
[White Wolf] William Askan said leisurely. What you sow, you will reap. Since the family has no favors to the Nordmark mage, there is no need to expect the child to have any feelings for the family.
The White Wolf family is not weaker than anyone else in their lives. It is good to have external assistance, but without...
If it doesn't exist, it won't exist. The Askan family has gone through ups and downs over the years. Could it be that they relied on external forces to make it through?
"So……"
[Big Bear] Albrey wanted to say something, but finally swallowed it back and just shook his head gently. He was silent for a while and pointed to a box placed next to the "Life" journal:
"Then do you plan to use this?"
Compared with the journals next to it, this box is not eye-catching at all. It is dusty, black, rough on the surface, and irregular in shape - in fact, it is just a tree trunk, and even the bark has not been shaved off.
The trunk was casually sawn in half, and a small piece was hollowed out in the middle to hide the things to be hidden. Then, the trunk was regenerated and allowed to grow back together, as if it had never been dug open.
And the abundant breath of life is locked in the trunk of the tree, without even a trace leaking out.
Nevis said that this is an ancient tree fruit from the Elf Island, which can replenish a lot of life force. It cannot rejuvenate people or regain youth, but it can extend people's lifespan and live for ten or twenty years longer.
It can still be done.
For the Askan family, extending their life span by ten or twenty years may allow the family to survive the storm safely.
[White Wolf] William looked at the box, or in other words, this tree trunk. He raised his finger slightly, then lowered it, then raised it a little more, and then lowered it. Finally, he picked up the box, turned around and put it into the secret box next to it.
, put it away tightly.
"Not yet." He sighed softly:
"Take another look. Take another look..."
If the Nordmark mage has returned to the family, if it is confirmed that he is indeed a bloodline of the family, if he holds this gift with his own hands, White Wolf feels that he can be trusted and can use it with confidence.
However, this gift was sent by the Magic Council.
Let’s look at it again. After all, his lifespan has not reached the point where he is completely exhausted and sees death coming.
"I wish I could see that kid... I wish I could see..."
The two old men looked at each other like this. Since the Magic Council has fallen into this trap, maybe at the critical moment, they will really let Master Nordmark come back.
Who knows?
Maybe?
In short, wait slowly and leave the variables to time...
They are looking forward to changes happening, looking forward to the family's children coming back so that the family can take another step forward steadily. And in more places, there are also people who are hesitant and hesitant to open the title page of "Life"
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Jean Madeleine stood with his head bowed in front of Bishop Miria's grave for a long time. He knelt down for the last time, arranged the bouquet in front of the grave, and carefully wiped the dust off each flower leaf.
Then, he stood up and took a few steps back, sitting under an oak tree where he could see the grave as soon as he looked up, but would not disturb the grave. He frowned, and rubbed the corners of his clothes back and forth with his rough hands, almost tearing them into pieces.
He is not a person with outstanding qualifications. If he had outstanding qualifications, he would not have been a low-level priest for more than ten years. After regaining his magical skills, he has not been able to improve for so many years.
Now, there is an opportunity in front of him, seize it, maybe he can advance, maybe, he will fall into the abyss...
This opportunity came from the Magic Council. It came from the evil magicians. However, when Bishop Miria was wronged and burned to death by the holy fire, the Holy See did not help him, and the Holy See has not upheld justice for him until now;
And the evil magicians helped the Dutch a lot.
None of this is the key. The key is, will meditating in this way increase his mental power?
Or will it make him lose the favor of the Holy Light?
Jean Madeleine didn't understand. All his understanding of doctrine came from Bishop Miria. That bishop taught him kindness, taught him to love others, and taught him to shepherd the Lamb of God.
However, none of God's teachings mention that one cannot strengthen oneself...
"My Lord Bishop, if it were you, what would you do? - If you were still alive, what advice would you give me?"
The mountain wind is cold and cold.
The oak tree is speechless.
The person lying in the grave will never open his eyes again or give him a kind smile.
"I'll give it a try! Just try it! - Anyway, my magic does not come from the Holy See. Anyway, the Holy See has excommunicated me!" Finally, Jean Madeleine gritted his teeth and made up his mind:
"If the attempt succeeds, I will have stronger power to relieve the suffering of God's people, right?"
He closed his eyes. He felt at ease and concentrated, and then, one by one, the bones slowly lit up in his heart, forming a rough human shape.
Smooth bones…
Rough bones...
Burnt bones...skeletons that are burned to a crisp and turn into ashes when touched by your hand...
Among them, there is a piece of bone with a complete shape, hard and solid. It is thin and narrow, with slightly concave and convex sides, and a small sharp corner at the end. When held in the hand, it almost looks like a sharp dagger.
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Jean Madeleine didn't know which bone it was at first. That sacred bone was put in the box and buried in the tomb. There was only a heavy touch and a faint silver light that was always imprinted on his heart.
It wasn't until he read this book "Life" that he suddenly realized:
This is the sternum!
It is the middlemost bone in the middle of the human body, in front of the chest, connecting the ribs on both sides!
It covers the heart, gathers the heart and soul, and remains unquenched until death. It is the most pious and holy faith!
At this moment, this sacred bone glowing with silver light lit up in his meditation world. With the sacred bone as the center, ribs extended to both sides, and then another ring of ribs surrounded the back, connected to the spine.
superior……
The spine grows upward, supports the head, stretches downward, and connects to the pelvis. It extends in all directions, arms, legs, palms, fingers, soles and toes, and little by little, it lights up in the heart...
that's me?
that's me!
During meditation, the moment the whole set of bones lit up, the holy light fell like rain and automatically attached to the bones. When Jean Madeleine opened his eyes, he felt the bones all over his body "click" and heat surged from his heart.
It comes out and flows into the limbs and bones.
He clenched his fists, lunged, lowered his body, rotated his torso, and punched hard!
boom!!!
"This method is quite useful... quite useful..."
Jean Madeleine withdrew his fist and looked down at his right fist, feeling disappointed for a long time. Bishop Miria, if you had known this method earlier, maybe you would be more than just a country bishop, more than just a low-level cleric?
Maybe, that day, you will get more respect in the military tent, at least... you won't be burned alive?
In the Capetian Kingdom, in the Netherlands, and in the Rhine Kingdom, more than one of those clergymen who believed in the glorious Lord of "Justification by Faith" got a copy of "Life", and more than one started to try it.
There are many successes like Jean Madeleine, and there are also many failures. John Calvin, an 18th-level ascetic who founded his own sect and expounded "Justification by Faith", spurted out golden blood and his faith collapsed.
, glow scattered:
"All glory belongs to the Lord! All glory belongs to the Lord!" Before his death, he left these last words:
“We can only be infinitely close to the Lord and wait for the Lord’s gifts, but we cannot rob the Lord of His glory with our own bodies!”