quicksilver blood

Chapter 331 The embryonic form of the dispute

"Joseph..."

Kakarit looked at Joseph with a complicated expression, hesitant to speak.

The two of them were already good friends when they served the God of Darkness, and they also knew each other to a considerable extent.

At that time, Joseph was already very old, but Kakarit was just the father of a seven-year-old child—the friendship between the two of them was limited by age, and it could only stop here.

But now, Joseph is rejuvenated by the teacher's miracle, like a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, while Kakarit is still a middle-aged man in his 40s and [-]s, and there is still a considerable gap between the two of them. age gap.

This wonderful sense of confusion makes people feel speechless.Kakarit shook his head vigorously, and his gaze at Joseph became calm again.

"Joseph, where is Your Majesty Roland?"

"Just these few days. His Highness Roland will be here soon."

Joseph raised his eyebrows and replied in a flat tone.

He realized what Kakarit called Roland and kept it in his mind, but did not ask.

Hearing Joseph's reply, Kakarit paused and frowned slightly.

He was also aware of the problem of addressing Roland.

But unlike Joseph's cautiousness, Kakarit directly scolded without hesitation: "What did you call His Majesty Roland just now?"

"I said, Your Highness—this is the title His Highness Roland asked us to use."

Joseph replied calmly: "Of course, he also said that we can call him by his name directly, because we are both brothers under the protection of our mentor, and our status is equal."

"Your Majesty's mercy and humility are not the reason for your rudeness, Joseph." A trace of displeasure flashed across Kakarit's face, "Don't forget your identity."

"I haven't forgotten... so I still have to respect him as His Highness, because Roland is the one who redeemed us in the name of the mentor. He is like the child of the mentor and the elder brother of all of us... Kakarit, you want You know, my devotion to my mentor is by no means inferior to yours."

Joseph sighed softly, buried his head deeply, and stopped looking at Kakarit.

Staring at the ground, he murmured in a very soft voice: "I have been redeemed by my mentor three times in my life. On the third time, my mentor healed my emotions and let me return from that endless cold world. , I swear, I will follow her for the rest of my life, forever."

"I admit that His Royal Highness Roland is a great person. He will become the greatest Pope I have ever seen - the most valuable thing is that he has never been satisfied with his achievements, he... has been growing. He He is proud of his enemies, but he always has a humble heart towards the world. I believe that he will become the brightest pearl under the mentor's seat."

Joseph spoke generously to Roland, but Kakarit's face darkened little by little.

"You mean, Joseph..."

A trace of unspeakable anger suddenly rose on Kakarit's face: "Are you only serving the mentor, not His Majesty Roland? If the position of the Pope is changed now, you will serve him the same as you serve His Majesty Roland." !"

"...I want to ask what you mean, Kakarit."

Joseph suddenly raised his head, his silver-gray mirror-like eyes stared at Kakarit coldly: "Are you saying that Roland is bigger than the mentor?"

"His Majesty Roland is the incarnation of the mentor!"

Kakarit looked down at Joseph, and spoke clearly in a high-pitched voice, "Isn't it? The one who rescued us from the false gods was the mentor, but at the same time His Majesty Roland."

Kakarit's clear and long melodious voice resounded in the cemetery at dusk: "I can think of it this way—His Majesty Roland is the extension of the mentor, and the substitute of the mentor. He is not just a Buttons that can be changed at will... The mentor wants to save us, it is in the name of His Majesty Roland, and His Majesty Roland will personally implement it."

"So, I think that His Majesty Roland should have the same type of sanctity as the mentor. He should establish his country... a country that only exists under the glory of the mentor."

But Kakarit’s words instantly angered Joseph——

"Kakarit, pay attention to your identity!"

Joseph stared closely at Joseph with his silver-gray pupils, and said in a low voice, "You are a follower of the mentor, not a follower of Roland!"

Kakarit was about to retort, but in the end he seemed to have thought of something and forcefully suppressed his words.

The two looked at each other in silence for a long time before Kakarit spoke again: "The purpose of my visit this time is very simple. I hope to help His Majesty Roland establish the Holy See."

Kakarit said flatly: "The believers who follow me are very eager to learn about our teachings and have their own church. I came this time to confirm this with His Majesty Roland. At least the scriptures must be read first. Bring back."

"You don't need to worry about the affairs of the Holy See. Roland can think about it for himself... But, compiling the Holy Scriptures..."

Joseph, who calmed down, also deliberately did not mention the previous unhappiness, but thought seriously: "Let His Highness Roland ask the instructor's idea first. I heard His Highness Roland say that he intends to wait until the church is taken down before thinking about it. It's a matter... but judging from his appearance, he doesn't seem to be worried about it."

"Yes."

Kakalit nodded: "When I was praying before, the instructor mentioned the book "Teaching" to me... She said that this book is a scripture compiled by her followers 1000 years ago, if the believers want the scriptures You can ask him for it."

"What about His Majesty Roland?"

"He went to Falaro to arrange it. Elcardo also went with him."

"Is that so..."

Speaking of this, Kakarit suddenly remembered something, and casually mentioned to Joseph: "By the way, Joseph. I developed a few more believers on the way here, and I asked them to come to you ...will arrive in about a week or so."

Joseph frowned slightly when he heard this.

"I'm afraid this place will fall into chaos and plague soon... Can you call them over now? I can't take care of them, and I can't teach them any magic."

"No problem. They are all druids. They have already accepted the mentor's call, and they can use prayers, but they can't find the organization." Speaking of this, Kakarit couldn't help showing a gentle smile, " Among them is a female druid who has even advanced to become a death crow."

"Oh?"

Joseph's eyes lit up.

He couldn't help but praised: "Well done... I'm afraid she can help a lot. By the way, what's her name?"

"Falina."

Kakarit repeated with a smile: "Farina...she has abandoned her previous surname. But she is now a silver-ranked death crow."

"That was fantastic."

Joseph nodded.I couldn't help looking forward to the unmasked believers.

(End of this chapter)