I have a role in the heavens

"Viken actually swallowed up the King of Angels. He has now completely eliminated the back-up plan of the Sun King Thanos in arranging the Heavenly Mountain. Even if the Sun King returns in the future, if he cannot be promoted to a god, he will not dare to face him directly. Viken!"

Douglas sighed with a look on his face. As a nine-ring magician during the Magic Empire, he was still in awe of the great existence of the Sun King.

Sun King Thanos is not only a magician at the pinnacle of legend, he is also the first human being to deduce the path to becoming a god. He also created a portal world with the power of a true god like Paradise Mountain, which makes people admire his talent and wisdom. Incessantly.

"Viken obtained the body cultivated by the Sun King and swallowed up Mercantron, the legendary peak existence. I am afraid that his strength has returned to its peak state. Even the Lord of Silver Moon Aitna and the Lord of Hell Mardymus are also No longer his match!”

Lucien Evans, as the magician who has the most contact with the Lord of Silver Moon, is still aware of the strength gap between some gods. His expression is extremely gloomy. Viken is so powerful that the Church of Truth may fight back.

"There's no need to worry. Even if Viken returns to its full glory, it won't change the current situation. If he really dares to visit the holy city of Reims again, I don't mind letting the Southern Church change another pope!"

Ivan Vincent was calm and gentle, standing with his hands behind his hands, looking towards the south. Although his voice was not loud, it was extremely firm, full of confidence, and powerful appeal, making everyone look sideways, and his eyes flashed with contemplation.

"Your Excellency Ivan Vincent, since you can defeat Viken, why not take the opportunity to lead the Magic Council to completely defeat the Church of Truth?"

Fernando had an impatient temper and countless lightning flashes in his eyes. He made no secret of his thoughts and directly asked Ivan Vincent his doubts.

"The origin of the god is immortal. Even if I kill Viken at this time and let him fall into a deep sleep, he can still wake up from nothingness. By then, the god will be without the burden of the Church of Truth. How terrible will it be? Have you ever thought about it? ?"

"That is destined to be a lose-lose situation, and the Magic Council cannot bear the consequences!"

Ivan Vincent withdrew his gaze, turned to look at the puzzled Fernando, chuckled lightly, and explained in a calm voice as the laughter echoed in the dark night.

"Then what should we do? We can't keep dragging it out like this. Keeping the two sides in confrontation is not the answer?"

Fernando had a bit of sadness on his face. Now the Magic Council is extremely powerful and is no longer weaker than the Church of Truth. Even because of the existence of the Grand Arcanist, its high-end combat power is even better than that of the Southern Church. If the Church of Truth cannot be completely defeated, What's the point?

"Why are we anxious? We are anxious, and Viken is also anxious. He will definitely try his best to find a way to become a true god. Maybe then the current situation will be broken!"

Ivan Vincent's face was dark, and his eyes were deep as he looked south again. He did not look at the holy city of Reims, but at a majestic and spectacular palace. He said softly with a smile on his lips.

"Sun King Thanos has returned. I wonder if he can be promoted to a god again and cause some trouble for Viken?"

"What, the Sun King Thanos has been resurrected. Now it's fun. I wonder how Viken will deal with this God of Truth!"

Everyone was extremely surprised, with gloating smiles on their faces. For Sun King Thanos, the first magician to be promoted to a god, no one dared to underestimate him. Even if he was resurrected and never promoted to a god again, It cannot be ignored, and it will definitely bring a lot of trouble to Viken.

Deep in the palace of the Holy Herz Empire, Rudolf II looked gloomy and gloomy, with a bit of sharp eyes. He looked at the shining holy light of Lance, and his voice was extremely cold.

"Viken, you couldn't help but take action and eliminate the backhand I deliberately left behind. It's really difficult for you to endure it for so long. It seems that the Magic Council has put huge pressure on you, otherwise you would never be here. Devour Mercantron at this time!”

Rudolf II was sitting on the throne. The surroundings were empty, silent, and without any light. There was a bit of confusion and confusion on his face, his brows were furrowed, and there were layers of ripples in the depths of his eyes.

"It's a pity that I have lost too much memory. I can't remember how I was promoted to a god in the first place, nor can I remember what the secret of immortality is?"

"Now I can only deduce the path to god-like promotion again. The latest arcane theory of the Magic Council has given me some new clues. I still need to be patient for some more time!"

After all, Sun King Thanos is an existence in the god-like realm. Although his soul and consciousness were swallowed by the Heavenly Mountain, he was still resurrected. He has been hiding for an unknown period of time, but he has not yet found a way to advance to the god-like realm. I couldn't hold back and didn't dare to face Viken, the villain who had stolen all the glory of his achievements.

The sun was shining brightly at noon in Nexor Palace. Ivan Vincent finished handling the trivial matters of the Magic Council and returned to the palace. He saw Natasha sitting on the sofa in a daze. He was a little surprised and stretched out his hand to gently touch her eyes. After shaking it twice, he asked curiously.

"What's wrong? The Valkyrie never stays in a daze!"

Natasha, who was wearing a purple palace dress, woke up suddenly and saw the figure of Ivan Vincent. A bright light flashed in her purple eyes and she smiled coquettishly.

“It’s getting closer to the Rentat Festival, so I miss Aalto a little bit.”

"You can see that sometimes, I think about my life in Alto."

Ivan Vincent sat next to Natasha, held his wife's jade hand, took her into his arms, and said softly.

"In that case, just do it if you think of it. Let's go to Alto for a walk now."

"ah?"

Natasha was taken aback for a moment. Ivan Vincent's walk-on style made her unable to react for a while. Shouldn't this kind of thing be planned in advance?

But Natasha's personality was different, and she came to her senses instantly. A bright and bright smile appeared on her heroic and beautiful face, and she responded gracefully.

"Okay, let's have dinner at Alto."

This kind of going out for a walk seems to require no planning, just do it as long as you think about it. This is also the creed of Natasha, a knight.

Alto in October is like fruit dotted on a cake, sweet but slightly cold. The vast area nearby is dyed with a layer of golden color, which complements the Rava trees with falling leaves in the city, and together they weave a beautiful picture. The poetic pictures, coupled with the faintly melodious music that can be heard, everything seems so peaceful and beautiful, worthy of the title of Music City.

“Only the Black Forest of Melzer is always predominantly black and has not changed for thousands of years!”

Natasha stood on the bank of the quietly flowing Belem River, looking at the black forest on the other side, and said with emotion. Her long purple hair was blown back by the autumn wind. This dark forest left her with many memories of hardship, pain, and gain. Whether it was the rigorous knight training as a girl or the encounters that occurred in it, it was an experience she would never forget in her life.

"Black fir, a unique tree near the black mountains, is suspected to be infected by the breath of an alien space!"

Ivan Vincent had a scholar's face, and he seriously analyzed the reasons for this phenomenon in the Melzer Black Forest, as if he was engaged in arcane research.

Natasha couldn't help but be amused by Ivan Vincent's serious answer. She sighed with a look of memory on her beautiful face.

"Why the Melzer Black Forest is black all year round doesn't make any sense to me."

"What's meaningful is that I was once chased by kobolds inside. I ate fruit from trees so much that my whole body was in unbearable pain. I fell to the ground unable to move due to poisoning and paralysis. I also encountered the deepest betrayal. I also encountered... The most loyal knights, these are the most precious!”

Natasha recalled the memory of Ivan Vincent's sudden arrival and the heroic rescue of the beauty. A happy smile appeared on her face. Routi couldn't help but hold Ivan Vincent's hand, and leaned her head gently against it. on his shoulders.

"Have you ever been hunted by a kobold? I think with your fighting talent, even if you don't activate your bloodline power, you still have no problem crushing the kobold."

There was a surprised look on Ivan Vincent's handsome face, and he looked at Natasha with interest. Natasha had been a genius knight since she was a child, and her fighting power was amazing. Didn't she expect to have such an experience?

"I can easily handle less than ten kobolds. The problem is that there were hundreds of kobolds at that time, and one of them can cast spells naturally!"

Natasha raised her head, curled the corners of her mouth slightly, and said a little embarrassedly.

"What crazy thing did you do to have kobolds from several tribes unite to hunt you down?"

Ivan Vincent was stunned when he heard this, with a playful smile on his face, looking into his wife's eyes, and asked very curiously.

Natasha showed a hint of embarrassment on her face, smiled coquettishly, raised her arms, and said with a hint of guilt.

: "I can't remember clearly!"

"Don't you always say that you have a good memory!"

Ivan Vincent would not be deceived by Natasha's little trick, and continued to ask.

"Everyone makes mistakes sometimes. Anyway, I can't remember clearly!"

Natasha's voice, filled with embarrassment and anger, echoed along the banks of the Belem River and spread far and wide with the breeze. The voice was clear and crisp, like the most beautiful music.

The two walked slowly along the banks of the clear Belem River, enjoying the familiar river breeze and recalling the past with laughter.

Ivan Vincent and Natasha held hands, bathed in the river breeze, and walked towards the city gate of Alto.

It was Alto's afternoon tea time. For Alto's gatekeepers, it happened to be the time when they were most tired and least inclined to move, so they briefly glanced at Ivan Vinson and Natasha, who had slightly changed their appearance. , seeing that their clothing and temperament were considered to be of good quality, he waved them into the city gate.

The familiar and noisy market area, the lingua franca of Aalto's accent, and the clothing style that was completely different from Rentat's but equally familiar gave Ivan Vinson and Natasha the most intuitive shock at the first moment.

“The market area hasn’t changed at all, it’s like we never left!”

Natasha often went to the manor outside the city through this city gate, and often came here wearing a veil to look for all kinds of strange and interesting things, so she was no stranger to the market area.

Natasha and Ivan Vincent were walking through the market area, with memories on their faces, pointing to a certain shop from time to time.

"This grocery store has a history of fifty years. When I first came here, my grandfather was still entertaining customers. Now he looks like a grandson!"

"The boss recognized me when I was buying an ancient lyre and almost fainted."

Pedestrians watched these two men and women, who looked like aristocratic couples, walking leisurely in the market area, pointing and pointing from time to time, and they couldn't help but feel strange, but how could Ivan Vincent and Natasha care about their gazes. As they walked, the two passed through the market area and entered the administrative area. The number of pedestrians began to decrease and the streets gradually became quiet. Only street musicians and minstrels were playing different music, creating a musical atmosphere. The ocean gives people a feeling of soul sublimation while walking.

Natasha listened carefully, and after a while, she said with a smile on her face.

"String Serenade in G major, "Moonlight", the second movement of "A New Country". "Pathetique". "To Sylvia". Unexpectedly, after leaving Aalto for so long, Lucien's music is still a regular The more a piece is played by buskers and minstrels, the more it represents its popularity. Classic music is indeed a classic no matter what time it is!”

The Rava trees on both sides were floating with pieces of golden fallen leaves. Ivan Vincent listened carefully and distinguished different tunes. Hearing a familiar tune, Ivan Vincent said with some surprise.

"It's really unexpected that there are still people playing the march you originally wrote!"

Natasha was very obsessed with music in Alto. She studied it in depth and wrote some music. She was a slightly famous musician, but of course she couldn't compare with Lucien, the porter.

Natasha hummed a melody proudly. This was one of the few things she could do better than Ivan Vincent. Ivan Vincent had never written any music.

Natasha pulled Ivan Vincent outside a restaurant and listened to the street musician at the door playing "Pathétique" on the piano. This is recognized as a very difficult piece, but he played it very freely, so Many Alto people who knew music stopped to listen.

The street musician's early atmosphere of depression, anguish, pain and tragedy was created very well, so when he used dazzling movements to play bursting, high-spirited notes in the last movement, he was particularly able to arouse the emotions of the surrounding audience.

"Bah bang bang!"

After the piano performance ended, there was warm applause. The young piano player seemed a little unexpected about his popularity. He sat blankly behind the piano and did not respond for a long time.

This street musician is a music lover who came to Alto from a small town to pursue his dream. He believes that he has a solid foundation in music, has outstanding talent, and will definitely achieve extraordinary achievements. However, his experiences in the past few months have caused him to fall into a strong self-esteem. The doubts made him suffer, wander, depressed and depressed, and the financial constraints in life also forced him to accept the restaurant owner's request. Who knew that today's performance would be so well-received?

"It's very good. It's not a pale performance, it has emotional resonance."

Natasha clapped softly, then took out a coin and prepared to throw it to the street performer like other audience members.

However, her movements were stopped by Ivan Vincent, who looked at her funny and said jokingly.

"Are you going to give him the Queen's gold coins?"

Due to the expulsion of the Southern Church, the Kingdom of Holm is also re-casting coins. Different from the general currency, the Queen's gold coins are equivalent to gold talers, except that the Queen's head is engraved on them.

Natasha looked down at the gold coins in her hand, laughed dryly, and asked with a bit of embarrassment.

"Ha, I didn't notice. Do you have any Kintal?"

Ivan Vincent shook his head, took the Queen's Gold Coin, rubbed it gently with his thumb, and then the Queen's Gold Coin turned into a Golden Taller.

The young performer came back to his senses and thanked the audience for their hospitality. Suddenly, he saw a shining golden coin falling in front of him.

"Kintale?"

He was stunned immediately. Who gave this to him? Isn't it too generous?

Ivan Vincent's gentle voice sounded in his ears, commenting and giving guidance.

"You played very well just now. You integrated your emotions and understanding into the music, giving this piece of music a distinct personal style. This is very rare. However, your playing and understanding of music There are still some issues with understanding.”

"question?"

The performer had not yet come back to his senses, and then heard Ivan Vincent's words of explanation and analysis one by one. Each of them hit his heart, because most of them were things he had always felt awkward about, and some of them were his own. I felt very satisfied, but after listening to it I realized that it was a completely wrong experience.

After a while, the performer really woke up and found that the gentleman who guided him and his wife had gone far away, leaving only two figures walking side by side. He wanted to catch up and thank him, but the restaurant owner still Staring at himself, he could only say loudly.

"Thanks!"

What a noble gentleman, no, he must be a musician! Ivan Vincent did not look back, but raised his hand to indicate that he had received it.

Natasha had a look of frustration on her face, looked at Ivan Vincent in surprise, and said speechlessly.

"You are actually proficient in music. I couldn't hear any flaws in your performance just now. Why haven't I seen you show it before?"

Ivan Vincent looked at his extremely competitive wife, lowered his head and kissed her gently on the cheek. The competitiveness in Natasha's heart suddenly dissipated, and then he said with a smile.

"I know a lot. If I were willing to become a musician, even Lucien would be overshadowed by me!"

"You really know how to brag!"

Natasha said with a smile, with a bit of disbelief on her face, but her eyes were full of admiration. They had been married for a long time, and Natasha found that there was almost no Ivan Vincent in her life. Things she didn't understand or didn't know often refreshed her understanding of Ivan Vincent.

Ivan Vinson and Natasha listened and walked like this, and they soon came to the vicinity of the Aalto Musicians Association and saw the unique dancing flame building, which is famous for its light but complex asymmetrical beauty.

"It's still like this, it hasn't changed!"

Natasha sighed, then shook her head and looked around.

"I don't know if this is good or bad. The places I passed before show that it has hardly changed in the past few years since I left Aalto, as if it was frozen in time, and Rentat, maybe this morning One look and a completely different look in the afternoon.”

Rentat is in the midst of a period of great development, with numerous infrastructure projects underway and the entire city undergoing dramatic changes every day.

"Leave aside the lives of ordinary people, this kind of Alto may be more suitable for the current music style!"

Ivan Vincent looked at the chant hall in front of him with calm and deep eyes, and said very objectively.

"Yes, Rentat's current appearance always feels incongruous with the current symphony style. It should be other music that suits it!"

Natasha looked thoughtful and nodded seriously, confirming Ivan Vincent's point of view.