[Western Fantasy] Cardinal's Life Goal

Delin, who couldn't convince himself, was a little dazed. He walked quickly through his memory, and had to admit that his relationship with Sears was indeed extraordinary.This kind of unusualness comes from the distant town of Burke, the back view of the white-robed angel walking down the second floor like a god descending from the clouds; it also comes from the reunion of Daqie Miye, the young man brushed by his ear more from last night, that accidental or non-accidental peaceful night of drunken sleep... Many things have created the different positions of Sears in Delin's heart.

But among the complex emotions that Delin has towards Sears, even envy and admiration are real, only "like" is an empty floating lamp that is not lit.

Durling isn't sure if that's an appearance—but he also can't see a "reason to like such a dangerously hypocritical character."In his eyes, Tees is indeed more lovable than Sears... But there is always a thought in Delin's heart: In fact, Sears' gentleness will be as shallow but firm as Tees.

For no reason, Delin couldn't even think deeply.

"Delin, are you okay?" Seeing Delin's dazed look, Momo blinked.

Only then did Delin break free from his thoughts, and said as if nothing had happened: "Yes."

Momo doesn't seem to have any plans to delve deeper, or he has already gained insight into the information he needs.The baby-faced boy returned to his usual innocent appearance, and blinked at Delin: "Are you ready for the mountain trial? Teammates and the like..."

The faces of George and Quina appeared in Delin's mind, but finally shook his head.

"Ah." Mo Mo's big eyes lit up again: "Why don't we form a team?"

The popularity of students such as alchemy pharmacists in this event depends on their fame.A luminous body like Momo should have been reserved long ago—Delin looked at him suspiciously, and asked after a long while: "We are in different grades, is that okay?"

Momo frowned: "Of course. I've had enough of those frizzy guys—Delin must protect me."

Will you need it?Delin thought in his heart: This is clearly Binhuo's responsibility!But on the surface the young man is still very docile, anyway, the common people don't have the confidence to refute the words of the nobles.

He didn't have any idea about the mountain trial, so he didn't ask who the rest of his teammates were.Everything he is doing now is for a certain goal... Although gaining glory is very helpful for breaking into the inner circle of nobles, Delin is sure that he does not have the patience or ability to deal with those foxes.He prefers to trade power for things.

And that's the essence of his deal with Sears.

The conversation between the two ended here.The atmosphere was a little deserted for a while, and Delin had to go back to the house first.Tiss and Binhuo haven't come back yet, and Delin didn't want to see them.

The room that belonged to him has hardly changed.In addition to the bookshelves being occupied by some ancient books, there are also traces of being used in the wardrobe and the bed.Facing the deserted room, Delin took a deep breath, and his eyes fell on the gentle flower by the window.

There is a calming fragrance in the air.

There was a stir in the back of his mind—the scene of the peaceful afternoon in his childhood emerged from the sea level.In the golden light and shadow, there are patches of dragon tooth grass and old but hard stone brick walls.Sitting in a shady corner in a robe, his father told Delin about the majestic appearance of the dragon god in the old age, about the god's sword, light, shield and blood and fire, about the migration and war of the ancient race across the entire continent... the smell of sea water The wind brushed the hair tips of the two of them, as gentle as a song.

At this moment, a woman approaches from one end of the picture.She has a face that can't be seen clearly, and she is dressed in a plain white dress, and she arrives gracefully.She bent down, smiled at Delin, and said something softly.

Delin couldn't hear it.

Because those are all lies.

……

After breaking free from his memory, Delin took off his shoes, socks and uniform, cleaned up and changed into a set of regular clothes, sitting on the edge of the bed and reading a book—Delin has only read one-fifth of the general history translation so far.

It is written in the book: "It is unnecessary to attribute the generation of evil to the self-control of the source of evil. Human beings themselves are sufficient to carry out every evil deed.... The traitor, with a short blade stained with the wrath of the gods, steals The pope's crown—and cut himself with a knife."

"All evil deeds and villains who live up to the wishes of the gods will surely bear the weight of God's wrath. No matter whether you succumbed to the devil's deceitful words or not."

The boy's fingers touched the bottom of the uneven handle of the short knife at his waist, on which were densely carved dragon tooth grass.In the depths of the grass is a giant eye, which looks like pity or pity.

A corner of Shengdu Mengzhong, an unknown spacious courtyard.

Sears closed his book and straightened his black suit—he rarely changed into anything other than a robe, so the look was always uncomfortable.

The mask was not taken off. After all, most of the people who came to the "party" today did not understand his true identity-this does not refer to his identity as Sears... but the truth behind it.

The carriage stopped, and Fang Du helped Sears out of the car alone. At this time, he couldn't help but miss the touch of Delin's palm.

Sears looked up and looked around: there were other carriages in the yard, which were completely unremarkable from the outside.But Delin can fully know for whom these carriages are parked here - those members of Bran's lineage who are famous and powerful in the Holy See of Chemiye.

Yes, this is a routine secret meeting of Bran's line.

Walking to the front of the house, the wooden door was automatically opened.An old man with gray temples glanced sharply at Sears' face, and the knife-like ravines on his face softened a little.

If other believers are here, they must find that this old gentleman is the cardinal Han Wen who guards the cathedral all the year round.

"Sears, where's your key?" the old man asked.

Sears still had a gentle smile on his lips.After bowing slightly to salute, he took the silver coin from Fang Du and handed it over respectfully.The silver coin is engraved with the shadow of the bell tower of the church, so delicate that you can see the immortal Roland carved on the wall of Chemier Church.

Han Wen rubbed the silver coin vigorously, and stepped aside: "Come in, kid.——The shadow of Chemiye will protect the loyal ones."

Sears responded softly: "The shadow of Chemiye will protect us."

The author has something to say: Joseph Conrad (Polish-born British writer): It is not necessary to attribute the production of evil to supernatural factors. Human beings themselves are sufficient for every evil deed.

Every time I put some foreshadowing, I feel like I'm in the water... The next chapter prepares for the bombardment of jihad memes with the amount of information. I still like it very much. Thank you to every little angel who sees this. If there is any discomfort, please comment and I will change it...

And in the later stage of the emotional line, there will be explanations such as the abnormality of Sears and the good son, etc. QAQ is a pleasure to read.