Vol 5 Chapter 168

The twilight bell clanked over the city of Naberthus. The bell echoed in the empty twilight, far and near. The setting sun sprinkled through the burning golden sunset on the dome of the floating golden palace, reflecting an orange-red light.

A team of golden helmet guards lined up on the ramp outside the palace wall to hear uniform passwords from the knight of the instrument, hustle and bustle over the copper-plated treetops, and even passed into the inner court. In the Winter Solstice Palace, Pope Petrian III hastily had dinner-half a carefully cooked roasted lamb, a silver sea mackerel, and exquisite pastries were served on white porcelain plates, and amaranth was served with basil leaves and sage Sol's snow tree leaves are mixed with sauce and black pepper on the surface. The meat is crispy and fragrant, but the diners themselves have no appetite. After tasting, they put down silver knives and forks and wipe them with embroidered gold silk. After the lips, the attendant was ordered to arrange a carriage for himself to the Trinity Hall.

Faenzan ’s sectarian power is unified. Although private aristocrats still have feuds with the temple because of uneven distribution of benefits, from the worldly power upwards, the worldly crown and the sacred scepter are all in one hand. The pope is often not hereditary, usually from eight cardinals. After the abdication of the previous generation, the pope was named after the saint and lived in the emerald hall of the Gold. Regardless of secular power, he was still the spiritual leader of the Templar Church. So for thousands of years, this vacant position also possessed Noble power. His Majesty the Pope today is arbitrarily arbitrarily, but it is still subject to its constraints.

These days, Petian III's restlessness stems from this. He sat on the carriage and looked at the shadow of the arch of the Triumphal Temple from afar, as if a behemoth entangled in his heart, staring at him, making him restless. The former Pope Assai Bantu XI was his mentor on the holy path. He cultivated his position to the present day. Although the teacher-student relationship was harmonious, there was always a throne. Peitian knew that this was due to their respective status. This has always been the case with the popes. There was nothing wrong with it. But recently, some anomalies have arisen. He has always advocated jihad against the Cruzs in the south. Aseibantu XI always knew his thoughts. Now the Cruzs are not fighting. The mad queen dared to restore the Dark Dynasty. This was a godsend. It just allowed him to start Cruz in the proper name. He even contacted the envoys of the Wind Elves and the Knights of Graceius, and hoarded the army and forage on the border. , Ready to show the big picture, so as to leave a heavy stroke on the history, at this time, a decree of troop dismisses his expectations, this paper decree comes from the emerald hall in front of it — —

This kind of thing may not happen once in a hundred years. The last time was in the time of Limaduo chaos. Gloria I used the power of the Knights of the Order to release the then pope. This association made Peitian III look dull. He looked gloomily at the seven-foot-tall drawing of the golden palace door in the Jade Sanctuary slowly opening on the guard's hands on both sides, not knowing what kind of thoughts were turning in his mind. The deeper level of anxiety in his heart came from the reactions of the bishops everywhere. The bishops and the knights everywhere did not seem to react as fiercely as he expected. The interior of the empire was like a mirror-like water surface, without rising. The slightest ripple. He knew that the old man behind the palace door must have used some unknown powers, and obediently obeyed all parties.

As a superior, there is no one who can tolerate powers beyond his control, especially the power is beyond his expectations.

Accompanied by the attendant, through the corridor, Petian III stopped in front of a dark walnut door, then he raised his hand to screen back and forth, and at the same time stopped the follower from reporting. Facing this walnut door, the dictator's arrogant Supreme found that he had a hesitation in his heart. But this hesitation was as light as a spider's silk, and His Majesty broke the bond with a little effort, and put his slender palm on the doorknob, and pushed in.

Since his age, Assai Bantu XI likes to light a fireplace in his study and sit on a low chair. Read the church's classics and texts all day and day. Although Petian doubts how much of it is true, he is more or less envious. After mastering worldly authority, he inevitably alienated the divine Will-'The Holy See is not as good as a monk'. This proverb is by no means a rumor in Faen.

The warm breath blew on his face, the hot wind hit his cheek, and he couldn't help squinting his eyes. The blazing fire in the fireplace seemed to flow out through the open door slit, like flowing warmth, flowing through him. Golden shoes with the end of the robe.

In the house, there was not only one person named Asebantu XI. In addition to serving in his forties, there was also an old man with white hair and glasses. Petian III recognized the person at a glance. It is a famous scripture writer in the temple. Asebantu XI is still wearing a simple robe today, but he rarely wears a hat. It looks quite formal and serious. He sits opposite a woman. Tipe An III is a little surprised and can't help but look at this more. The woman gave it a glance, but he took another look, and he could never look away again—the woman had long, dry brown hair, and a pair of eyes that sparkled like jade inlaid in the mountains. The reason is The stone was embedded because her skin looked extremely dry, dull and lacking luster, her cheekbones were high, like steep rocks, and her lips were sharp and angular, as if carved out of it. Firm character.

Only one woman in this world has such a face, and only one woman has a lifespan of one thousand years, Tiberian greeted respectfully, "Master Sage."

Asebantu XI looked at his student with a smile, and grabbed the book in his hand. It was a canon of the early doctrine of the church. The person who recorded it died in the earth about 300 to 400 years ago. Next, although he was pursued as a saint after death. He waved his hand to signal that Pei An should not be polite, as if he had foreseen him to come: "Her Pope, are you having many questions here today?"

The situation was beyond Tiberian's control, and the current pope nodded slightly, nodding seriously.

"Let me answer you," the sage Ellanta said, her voice unexpectedly soft and pleasant, completely unlike her face: "The paper order was requested from His Excellency Assai Bantu."

"Why?" Asked Tiberian III.

"Because I want Faenza to stay out of this war, His Excellency the Pope."

"Why?" Tipian was still the problem.

Asebantu XI took the conversation with a smile: "Her Pope, the church has been disturbed for half a century, and old and new doctrines have been arguing. You have seen it for yourself. The reason is nothing more than to discuss a justice or not. The problem is rooted in the great war sixty years ago. Behind that war we saw so many things that we started to question the reason why we stand. What do you think about this? "

Tiberian did not answer. Instead, he glanced at Elranta.

"History is right or wrong, and I can't give you the answer, His Excellency Pope." Erranta replied calmly: "Although I am a witness, I, Jill, Saint Osor, and your princes Enzan can't answer this question. Odin thinks he is wrong, but this can only represent his views on himself. He also cannot judge history and everything in the past. In a certain stage of history we are in, there is no Anyone can judge himself correctly, not to mention countless sages before him-many people have devoted themselves to it, anyone in this one-sided history. Whether it is a witness or a bystander Can only observe a fragment of it, so we can only experience it firsthand to witness it. I live for a thousand years. It is to see that result with my own eyes— "

Tiberian III frowned. "But do you think the Cruz queen chose the right one?"

Elranta shook her head. "No, it's because we can't confirm our right or wrong, that's why I want to look at another path in history. You know that prophecy: The lost moon has taken away the light, the light has been lost, the silver generation has been lost on the earth, Walking through the darkness and obscurity, the encounter between the emperor and the fool. The clockwork full of rust is resetting, and the destiny-changing sword is what Warnd is waiting for.

"Do you believe what the Black Prophecy says, Lord Sage?" Tiberian III asked, "Everything will be born from darkness?"

"This is exactly what the Mines don't want to give up, His Excellency the Pope," the sage replied, "this is the age of black iron, the age of heroes. Martha will give authority to the hands of mortals, and believe that among mortals Birth of a hero, but from the perspective of the ethnic groups of gold and silver-how can the weak people save our world? Not to mention that the lost work lost in the dark forest, everything seems to warn civilization This is a mistake The people of the Celestial Cavaliers are arguing about it, the fire of civilization is declining, and even unsustainable, Odin, the dark dragon, made a last resort to save all this, and today will be the moment when it shows results. "

Erranta looked at Tipian III and replied: "The millennium of history seems to be back in a cycle, but this may not be the beginning and the beginning of everything. I will witness everything in the end according to the agreement with Odin. But in any case, I still want to keep a spark for civilization, and don't exhaust all the power into just one answer. So I hope that Fazan people can stay away from this earthly stage, because there is a more important war need Your power. "

Ti Peian looked up slightly: "Sir, what do you mean?"

Ailanta raised her head, the emerald eyes seemed to penetrate the palace wall of the emerald hall, and the direction she looked across the broad hills and plains, under the fiery clouds, the waves of the emerald sea Over the years, the coast of Baiyan towering has been washed away tirelessly. In this vast land, the alliance known as the Ten Cities has taken root and reproduced here. About 530 years ago, mercenaries and merchants from Enir and the Macedonian region came here and spent a hundred years building the first city here. Half a century later, a new kingdom was established. It There are human beings, mountain people, and elves and dwarfs. The teachings of the temple are widely spread here, but the belief in nature is not rejected.

Here is a paradise of freedom, where money and the sound of the sword complement each other.

But today, under Baicheng, the fishermen who went out to sea suddenly stopped their work. Some sailors were cleaning the fishing nets and cables, some were attached to the mast, and some drunks just came from the cabin to the deck. They were anchoring at Zhang Fan, and some were anchoring by the winch, but they stopped without exception and looked back towards the Haitian line.

The turrets on the city walls are warning the sound of guns. A team of guards rushed to the turrets. The waves on the sea were washed, and there seemed to be no difference in the peace between the sea and the sky.

But just in a moment, a dense black spot appeared in that direction-

Rand scrambled over a armor and hurriedly came to the city wall. He gathered him to the edge of the battlement. He raised his hand to stop the loud noises around him, and then raised the monocular in his hand. ——A white spinnaker came into his eyes. He almost dangled his eyes. He whispered a curse and shifted his vision down. The silver oak tree emblem on the sail shone brightly in the sun, then down. He saw the elegant white hull of the elves.

"The fleet of wild elves--"

Rand took a sip and lowered his telescope. "There are at least three hundred ships. This is an army of 30,000 people. Is Elanta crazy?"

The Ellanda in his mouth refers to the country of the wild elves, and he took another look to make sure that he did not have hallucinations. At this time, the alarm bells were already ringing in Baicheng City, and the ships outside began to enter the port. Lan Germany took a look at the direction of the port, and estimated that the port had to be closed in about half an hour. He looked back. He was just a little head. He couldn't get any idea on this matter. He gave the telescope to the deputy, and then said to a servant, "Go and inform the eagle of the far distance and the Lord Lord, let They took the idea that if the elves played for real, White City wouldn't be able to keep it, we must immediately seek the support of other city-states— "

The uncle glanced at him before panicking, taking his brass token, and staggering down.

"Look at that ship--" suddenly a shout yelled from the direction of the sea.

Rand looked back and saw a light boat emerging from the fleet of wild elves, approaching White City at a rapid speed.

"It's the messenger."

"They sent messengers out."

"What the elves want to do?"

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(ps: The new month has begun, everyone is making persistent efforts ~)