The target Vest is the ultimate boss

Sid landed behind a rock, snow and ice piled into his hood.In the slackened will, he tried his best to lift his spirits, but no light element responded to his call again, as if there was an invisible barrier separating him from the outside world.

He felt his heart burn like being stuck on a soldering iron.He cut the clothes open with a knife, and saw a dazzling and bright curse mark on his chest.

It's Clara.

He came up with the name of the perpetrator almost instantly.

Sid didn't remember how he got the seal, and the people in the holy house would only have the opportunity to plant the seal during his morning prayer.

The elf queen lowered her head, and lightly rubbed the arm of the fainted deacon, who woke up with a cry of pain.

He got up from the ground in embarrassment, and saw Clara standing in front of him, packing up her clothes, and raised her head arrogantly.

"Good morning, Your Excellency," said the Pope.

The deacon heard the sarcasm in the human's tone, and snorted a puff of hot air from his nose, like a soldier smoking a cigar in the ice field: "I said, you have to get him here earlier, otherwise you won't be out." There are so many moths, if the high priest hadn't sacrificed his life for righteousness, Sid Chelt would have escaped without even a shadow left."

The Pope stroked the ruby ​​on the scepter, noncommittal.

"Shut up." The Elf Queen said, "If Clara hadn't come to the rescue, the Seed of Light would have slipped away under our noses."

The deacon wanted to argue, but was startled by the queen's stare, so he could only apologize to Clara in a low voice reluctantly.

Clara didn't care.The gemstone on his scepter suddenly lit up, and a blood-colored string formed between him and Sid.

Clara gathered the rope little by little, and Sid was dragged to the crowd by the red rope.His hair and the folds of his clothes were stuffed with icy snow.

From the crowd behind the Pope he saw the Archbishop, Howard, and the rest of the Paladins.

Sid turned his face away, and after a moment, looked back.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly as he looked at Howard, and then the arc of his smile disappeared quickly.

"I thought you were reinforcements." His voice was inaudible.

Howard, standing in the crowd, bowed his head.

Clara: "On behalf of the Holy House, I apologize to you. But I am surprised that you can accept everything so calmly. It seems that the teachers of Chelt and Imperial College seem to have taught you well."

The Pope did not mention the name of the bishop of the Holy House of Light.

He knew that the Holy House would only allow Sid Chelt to learn books to improve his magical literacy, and teach him how to coldly overlook the people as the Holy Son of Light.

"Don't mention Chelt in front of me," Sid said, "What can I bring you?"

Clara will not betray the Holy Court and humans without warning, and Howard will not.

The only possibility is that Sid himself was pushed to the opposite side of the Holy Court.

Perhaps because there is still a little bit of guilt in her heart, Clara does not want to talk to this child who has lived in the Holy Court for more than ten years.

The elf deacon, who turned defeat into victory, happily took over the conversation.

"It's not us, it's the whole continent," he squatted down, eloquently speaking in front of the Alliance of Light, "You should be honored. Your death will bring peace to the whole continent, and your betrayal will be punished." The great Prouvel forgets."

The deacon is very talented as an orator, but his description is too vague, and Sid can't clearly understand what he means.

"You will become Prouvel's sacrifice." The queen turned her head and glanced at the deacon, "Send him the summons from our Holy Court. He can't escape the control of the Holy Court, and he is entitled to know the truth."

The deacon snorted, took out an amethyst from the space ring, and threw it in front of Sid like trash.

"Look, poor little one."

Clara estimated that there was a curse mark left by the God of Light, and Sid could not escape anywhere, so she let go of the rope.

Sid sat up and picked up the amethyst.

The amethyst records all the communications between the holy courtyard and the altar of the elves, and the earliest recorded information is long before the founding of the Thrall Empire.

Long before human beings had the history of the first princes and nobles and the melee of the Warring States Period, the church of the Holy Court had already stood on this continent, overlooking the evolution of the human dynasty.

Today's dark gods are not the first generation of gods.The Protoss had killed him once.

In the miraculous enchantment of Tiago Mountain, there is a second World Tree.

That was originally the holy land of the elves.The world tree is the treasure that the protoss envy.On a certain ancient day, in order to eliminate the alien enemies from the abyss, Prouvelle sent an oracle to the elves to requisition the mother tree.In return, he gave the elf a new branch of the world tree that could survive and the spell of light.

The ancestors of the snowfield elves migrated with their families and came to the western world with the highest altitude on the mainland.

At first, the elves didn't know the purpose of Prouvelle's use of the world tree.

Until ten thousand years ago, following the murder of the Dark God, the Protoss began the era of disappearing gods.

The fear reached its peak at Prouvelle's second oracle to the elves.

The God of Light declared that the new god who succeeded the God of Darkness was just a monster that he had driven into the abyss with the power of the World Tree.In order to re-seal the monster that will bring disaster to the mainland, the elves need to help again.

But the newly bred world tree is not enough to provide sufficient power, not to mention that after years of growth, the monster is no longer as powerful as it used to be.

According to Prouvel's guidance, the elves established contact with humans, and began to look for the Seeds of Light living on the continent-gifted babies who can innately communicate with light elements-with the adult Seeds of Light as sacrifices, Prouvel Then you can return to the peak and gain the power to kill the Lord of the Abyss.

Guangming Holy Academy took on this difficult mission.The pope and the bishop sent envoys to search for babies with a high affinity for the light element all over the mainland, and sent them to Prouvel in the name of the Holy Son of Light.

What happened after that... Basically, as Sid had heard, he was the only Seed of Light born on the continent over the years.

By the time Sid read the message recorded in the amethyst, he had been brought back to the holy courtyard and locked up in the prayer room.

The only people who went to arrest the Holy Son of Light were the Ten Bishops and the Pope, as well as a few knights and priests who knew about the matter.

Sid puts away the crystal.

He gets it.The Holy House of Light is doing the same thing as the Dark Guild.

For this secret, Clara executed the fairy godmother who was about to reveal the truth.

The pope pushed back the idlers and ordered several paladins to guard the gate.The bishops used holy water, bull horns, and magic powder to draw a barrier of confinement on the ground to ensure that the Holy Son of Light could not slip out between prayers.

None of them would live if Sid escaped.

Clara said, "You must stay here until the oracle comes from the Father."

"Then I'm afraid you will never be able to wait. Prouvelle died a long time ago." Sid snorted coldly, "He was killed by the God of Darkness, and his bones are still in the Temple of Light."

Clara put away the rope in Sid's hand, and said disapprovingly: "Absurd. The father is immortal, he cannot be killed. If this news is true, why don't you use it to disturb us?" Audio-visual?"

Sid suddenly laughed.

"why are you laughing?"

"I see. Like you and your subordinates, they seem to be aboveboard, but they are actually stupid."

Clara frowned, he found that the Son of Light was too rebellious.

This should be the responsibility of the headmaster of Imperial College.

Decades ago, his old buddy proposed to the Congress that every Son of Light should be educated at the Imperial College before taking office.

If it weren't for this proposal, Sid Chelt would be a taciturn and feared puppet today, and would even sit here resigned to his fate after learning the truth, at his mercy.

Sid interrupted his thoughts: "I request a direct dialogue with the Magic Tower and Imperial College."

The furrow between Clara's brows deepened.

He knew that Sid was trying to use these two forces to put pressure on him.

Guangming Shengzi is a public figure in the imperial capital.If he disappears for a long time, the Magic Tower and Imperial College will certainly not sit idly by.

At that time, if the truth is accidentally leaked, it will definitely cause a wider range of turmoil.

Outside interference came sooner than Sid imagined.

Not long after his words fell, the holy servant knocked on the door: "Your Majesty, the master of the Magic Tower and the principal of the Imperial Academy are asking for instructions outside the door."

Clara raised her voice, "Let them wait for a while."

The Pope turned his head and stared at the Holy Son of Light sitting on the ground.

His eyes were squinted, and the sunlight from the carved window fell on his white fleece robe, which made him look more like a vicissitudes of life fox.

"Sid Chelter, before I go out to meet the two of them, put away the snickering in your heart." The pope struck the ground with his cane, "Yes, the actions of the Holy House cannot be hidden from those two old and cunning guys. So I used the communication crystal to tell them the truth in advance—"

Startled, Sid suddenly looked up at the Pope.

Clara asked casually: "—You might as well guess, which side of justice will they choose?"

The attendant opened the door, and the pope stepped out of the room surrounded by the crowd.

Howard glanced at Sid and put down a crystal ball in front of Sid.

"You don't believe me either?" Sid asked.

Uncharacteristically, the old man did not reply to Sid's words.

He injected some magic essence into the crystal ball, and the scene of the hall of the Holy Academy of Light was transformed into the ball.

The Pope changed the cloak he wore when he went out and put on his gown, and just walked down the hall to welcome the two distinguished guests who had been waiting for a long time.

As soon as the owner of the Magic Tower saw Clara's wrinkled face, he said, "I'm just going to accompany the old man here to see you, in case the two of you fight. I have no objection to Clara's move." .”

Clara nodded and turned to the headmaster.

"You don't agree?"

The headmaster said nothing.

Clara asked again: "Are you hesitating?"

The principal sighed.

Clara laughed with a relaxed tone: "Humans are only human after all, and they can only survive under the war of gods. If you live to a certain age, you can still save one life. You should snicker, old guy."

"I understand—" the headmaster stammered, "but you killed the godmother to keep the secret? You shouldn't have killed her. She won't do anything out of the ordinary."

"She won't do anything but tell your old friend 'The Brave'."

Principal: "So what about the brave Francis? Your old and new enmity——"

"So what? Shut up! Do you think there are too few people like him to die in the abyss? Times have changed a long time ago, and you are the one who needs to be sober!" Clara's tone suddenly increased, and he retorted sharply, "Or, you Want to give up the life of an entire continent for Sid Chelt alone?"

The headmaster hesitated to speak.

His hand on crutches trembled slightly, and his heart was like a dead tree blown by a strong wind.

Although the Pope's words were radical, it is undeniable that he did tell the truth.

In the past, it was because of his sympathy for the children who were imprisoned by the Holy Court that he proposed to the parliament that the Holy Son enter the academy.

But that's all.

As the principal of Imperial College, it is impossible for him to abandon the interests of all students for the Son of Light.

The owner of the Magic Tower coughed, implying that the Pope spoke too loudly.

As a noble and elegant example of the priesthood, he should not be so excited.

Clara also saw the back of the headmaster's trembling and old hands. He lowered his head and took a deep breath. He held the scepter in his hand, and the flesh on his fingers almost burst out from his nails.

"We are all old, but not so old and dim-sighted." He murmured in a low tone, "You have to be responsible to the Imperial College, to the Imperial Capital, and to the Human Empire. Everyone in the world, even those who have received Sid Chell Those who are especially favored will not stand by his side."

After a long time, the headmaster finally spoke.

"...you're right, Clara."

Sid could see everything in the hall clearly through the crystal ball.

He sat in front of the magic crystal, silent.

Howard dismissed the light spot and took the crystal ball back.

"Have you heard all that?" he said softly, "if you have anything to do, please tell me, my lord."

Sid had nothing to tell Howard.

At least when Howard said this, he was still sitting there quietly and alone, just like the Pope expected in his heart, becoming a dead puppet.

Howard and the waiter quietly exited through the gate.

The magic pattern on the inner wall rolled over the dazzling light, illuminating the prayers like daytime.

The longest and loneliest day.

The distant bell rang again, and Sid heard a flock of pigeons flitting past the sanctuary.

He raised his head and looked at the long carved window on the ceiling.He suddenly found that the sunlight coming in from the window seemed to be fake.That is also part of the enchantment.Just like this place of pilgrimage for believers shrouded in light.

The Son of Light did not speak, nor did he eat.The bishop who watched him repeatedly threatened and lured him, but to no avail.

When Clara learned of this, she just smiled and dismissed it.

He could understand Sid's mood a little bit.After all, when he became Pope and learned the secret about the Son, he was also a little desperate.

In this way, Sid has been sitting in the holy courtyard, looking at the false window.

Sid didn't know how long time had passed, nor did he know what happened to the outside world and Navia.

He could barely tell day from night when he was locked up here.

Suddenly, he heard a voice——

"Hi, little Naipa!"

Looks like Courteney.

The voice was so low that Sid thought it was his own illusion.

Besides, Courteney couldn't be here.

However, the voice slipped into his ears again.

"Isaac, get down! You're too fat!"

Sid saw a small black opening in the window, and then, two familiar shadows fell down.

He buried his head in the shadows, still speaking.

Courteney and Isaac appear before the Son.They planned to appreciate the shocked and grateful expression and confession of the little cutie.

But the two waited for a long time, but did not hear a response.

The walls of the sanctuary are clad with marble, and people can hear even the slightest echo.

So Courtney didn't dare to make too much noise.

She quietly kicked the warrior to keep watch at the door while she crept closer to Sid.

When she pressed the Son of God's shoulders and saw his face hidden under the forehead hair, she was so angry that her lungs were about to explode.

"Ever since I met you at the bar in Black Pigeon, you have never shed a tear before my eyes. I believe you are a strong boy, but my lord..." Courteney sighed softly, " Who made you cry?"