Fast time travel actor, he is too charming

He has the most perfect "bright physique", before the test, only he knew this.

In fact, he doesn't like religion, and often hears bad rumors. For example, in modern novels, he likes to write the Holy See as a sanctimonious beast, etc. But when he is among a group of people with faith, he But I realized the power of faith.

It may be inconspicuous, but maybe at a certain difficult moment, with faith and the help of people who also believe in the Lord, you will be able to struggle out of the dust under your feet and live tenaciously in this world.

It seems that there are many unrewarded things that people without faith may not be able to understand, but people with faith can get inner comfort through this, which is enough for him.

So he finally agreed, in order to see a Holy See with pure faith and firm inner strength that is different from the novel, except that it is dirty.

On a sunny morning, the Holy Court of Light welcomed the Holy Son—August Archibald. He hid his blond hair, but people seemed to see various pictures through his handsome face, and he was carrying the light. The king of power sat on a high throne, showing a pitiful smile at a certain moment.

He held all the light in his hands, and lightly cast it on them. The devout believers around the street felt their bodies lighten up, as if they had shaken off the unspeakable burden. fog.

All of a sudden, the crowd shook, and they sang hymns in unison. The older believers shed tears. The crowd surrounded August and came to the tall altar in the center of the holy court. They threw themselves on the steps one after another. August Tess continued to walk to the highest point, looking around, there were a large number of believers kneeling around the altar, murmuring the teachings of the Holy Lord.

Only in this position can he realize the shockingness of such a scene, which makes him almost speechless. He seems to have only one thought, and he seems to have no thought at all. He is the substitute receiver of this belief. He stands at the moment Here, I really know the power of faith.

It is an unshakable, indelible, stubborn burning force.

The next step is to announce to the Holy Lord that the new Holy Son has been elected, and to ask the Holy Lord to grant grace to the Holy Son, to recognize his identity and accept his faith, but since the establishment of the Holy Court, no Holy Son has ever received this grace , this step is changed to accept the silver crown of the Holy Son personally brought by the holy official, which symbolizes wisdom, light and honesty.

This time, the Holy Son’s routine prayer was finished. The prayer should have been very long, but Auguste, the Holy Son, cannot be regarded as a faithful believer. It is difficult to ask him for faith. He only read what he thought was necessary. There is a sentence in it, "The merciful Lord, the gods above the sky, if you hear the call of your believers, please tolerate their pious hearts, please show your compassion for the world, and send a little rain of light, Forgive the sinful, the handicapped, the sick, and last but not least your believers."

When he thought about it casually, a hole suddenly opened in the sky. "It" blinked, and its pale golden eyes looked at the altar with a surprised expression. The specific expression was the boy who opened his eyes wide and "it" met his upper eye. In an instant, Augustus Te heard a wail from the bottom of "it", and "Come—" disappeared.

The believers who bowed their heads didn't notice the appearance of "God". They looked up when there was a vision in the sky, and only had time to witness the Holy Son bathed in light, spreading out a pair of huge golden wings stretching to the sky.

August didn't have time to think about it, so he was submerged in the golden light. He was in a trance, and he felt some familiar breath, but also felt unbelievable.

How could it be Yavis Aretes?

After the ceremony was over, the scattered people also brought this miracle to every corner of the Stantia Empire, covering a wider area than the spring breeze, covering all corners.

And Augustus, who has returned to Cumberland Castle as a knight, the earl had him for several days, and he was reluctant when forgiving him, "August, you know-I don't forgive you for being a knight because of selfishness. The master wishes to do something, but the housekeeper told me every day that Fort Cumberland is short of manpower, and I hope you can play a role, so you are allowed to return to Fort Cumberland—"

"Then I should thank the butler—" he began.

The earl interrupted him resolutely, "No, you should thank me, after all, I am the one who is in charge of Fort Cumberland."

"Yes, Les." He bent down and held the earl's fingertips, and made this and the next movement naturally, and kissed Leslie's fingertips lightly.

The slender fingertips trembled slightly, and suddenly lost their support. Hidden behind him, the sense of touch just now was warm, a little rough, and stained with his breath.

He couldn't see anything from August's face, calamus-colored eyes were loyal, not the brightest, once very indifferent, but very soft when facing him, he thought inexplicably, Augustus is really a strange person, he He can use his eyes to express complicated meanings, and he can also be an indifferent person. He can also stand one step away from him in observance of etiquette. The shape of his eyes is a slight smile, but in fact his expression is hidden in the Under the impact of his own appearance for a moment.

This is his knight, August.

There is also another identity that he does not want to identify with, the holy son of the Holy Court.

Flocks of homing birds passed through the clouds and sky, and disappeared at the place where the bell rang. There were no two people beside the huge pillar, and what remained was Leslie's melancholy.

Where to start, August changed?

Since his "morbidity"?Or did she change quietly once she met him?

Does he admire the previous knights more than he does now?

He couldn't figure it out, and ran to the door of August's room at night. He didn't notice this habitual movement, but it was a little cold. He sneezed a little, and the next moment, a big light healing technique landed on him. On his body, the golden light bounced off the transparent barrier. He stood in the middle in a daze, looking at August who was wearing a coat, with water droplets rolling on his bare chest, and wet hair.

Leslie moved his nose, feeling a little uncomfortable. The light from the healing technique slowly dissipated, and the moonlight returned, intertwined with gold lightly.

"I'm sorry, Lord Earl," August knelt down on one knee and bowed his head to plead guilty, "The act of haste may cause trouble. Although remedial measures have been taken, it cannot make up for my fault."

It was the old tone—Leslie realized it, and he was unhappy again, he thought his knight was estranged from him, and a knight, or what he thought a knight, belonged to him alone, mind and body, although he I don't know what to use these for, but I instinctively want to hold them tightly in my hands.

Unlike the old earl who made himself stupid.

He was very dissatisfied, dissatisfied with Augustus' attitude, and it was also the accumulated emotions of Augustus' leaving him these days. His head was cold and hot, and he wanted to express his unintentional thoughts.

Anyway, in the corridor, he made Augu lie down and stood on his chest himself.

Gentle heartbeats climbed up the walls and ceiling, circling in the shape of medals.

Order of the Cumberland family.