Before he was crowned king II

"There is a big movement in the empire, right?" the man asked in a low voice.

"You used to be the leader of Sanvia's army and the guardian of this land. You should understand the current situation better than me," Tisifeng said.

"Hundreds of years,? This attempt to direct and control violence is finally about to be put into action."

The man raised his head, revealing a thin and haggard face, with prominent facial features than ordinary people.

There are large purple-brown scars below the cheeks, which are skin scars left by severe frostbite in an extremely cold environment. "In the end, you also chose to embark on such a path."

"This is a holy war! The endless conflict between humans and sub-orcs should come to an end."

Tisifeng stared at the man's face, "Why? I just chose the road you didn't finish,? You want to show this look?"

"Because that's a wrong path,? My giving up is the best proof." The man sighed, "You shouldn't intensify this contradiction,? Even with the excuse of public welfare."

"An excuse?" Tisifeng clenched his hands, showing anger, "Are you doubting the motive of this war? Have you forgotten? Who was the first to raise his arms and shout, to expel all the beasts in the world! Now you want to deny all this? What about those of us who used to follow you?"

"The suborcs will not disappear. Their existence has a certain meaning."

The man avoided Tisiphon's gaze. He knew why Her Royal Highness was angry,? He was a member of the radical faction of the Empire, a hero who led the army to drive the sub-orcs to exile,? But now he admits that His sword swung in the wrong direction.

"Then you can explain clearly, what is the meaning of their existence?" Tisifeng said, "I can only see a terrible future,? If we leave them alone, we may be infected or assimilated. No one knows when history Will it happen again? When that day comes, it will be too late."

"You should try to believe in the arrangements of the gods..." The man paused, and tried to explain with his hands, "The gods I'm talking about are not the kind that interfere with personal destiny, but the existence that creates species, magic, and the world. He is right and wrong Blind, not like we randomly roll the dice, every move must have a reason."

"After shutting yourself up for more than ten years, your feeling is to believe...God's arrangement?"

Tisifeng's voice was a bit dry, "Isn't it contradictory? You used to play a role similar to a god. Just by moving your mouth, you could send thousands of souls to hell... At that time, you were guided by What?

Did it tell you that you should take responsibility for that tragedy, because this is the only way you can redeem your sins! "

"Don't hurt any lives anymore." The man just shook his head and didn't continue to argue with Tisifeng, "This is my atonement."

"No, you became a coward, afraid to face the past, dare not make choices, dare not pay the price."

Tisifeng took a deep breath, and slowly stated the purpose of the trip, "I am going to announce to the world that you have been released."

"I won't leave here until I die."

"I don't expect you to fight alongside me again, I just hope you can defend the rear of the empire for me."

"I'm sorry I can't help you, I swore I would never use any more magic."

The man said slowly, "You can't entrust such a heavy responsibility to a good-for-nothing old man."

Tisiphon stared into the man's eyes for a long time. She had heard about the man's past. It is estimated that most people could not imagine that the only "Great Magister" in the empire was just a hooligan who would flirt with prostitutes on the street when he was young. His politeness and politeness are all pretense, but today's words reveal a little bit of shameless slyness.

Tisifeng couldn't help but think of the scene when she met her teacher for the first time. She cast magic and waited for guidance. This somewhat unscrupulous old guy actually clapped his hands and praised the beauty of her fingertips wrapped around lightning.

The old coward with invincible magic talent can pretend to be a sage, but not a savior. Fortunately, she has long thought that such a day will come, so she didn't put her hope on words.

"Well, I won't force you to do anything. You plan to wait here to die, and I won't violate this last wish."

"Thank you for your kindness."

Tisifeng turned to leave, but when she reached the stairs, she stopped suddenly.

"I forgot to mention that your son was taken back to the capital. He is very good. He has inherited your magical talent and is now an "intermediate magician". "

Tisifeng's voice was very soft, and he didn't look at the man's stunned old face, as if he had accidentally remembered an unexplained trifle.

It wasn't until sunset that Sean and Mars returned to the St. Via Palace. They got out of the carriage in front of them, and Mrs. Bao Mier brought the news that the Queen had prepared a family banquet.

Although he already has the status of the prince's lover, Sean is obviously not qualified to be seated at the royal family banquet.

Therefore, Mars decided to go to the banquet alone, while Sean stayed in the bedroom first.

Sean went to his guest room. Perhaps His Royal Highness had explained something. The servants in the bedroom treated him with an inexplicable alienation hidden in their humility. Even when they came to deliver dinner, they put the food on the dining car and knocked After knocking on the door twice, he left silently.

"Do you want to eat something?" Sean pushed the silver dining car into the room and asked the person sitting on the sofa, "They have prepared a lot, and I can't finish it all by myself."

"No." Herrell refused in a cold voice, no emotion could be seen on her delicate face.

With a vigorous shake of his fingertips, he flicked a letter in front of Sean, "Someone stuffed your letter through the crack in your bedroom door."

"It's Thomas." Sean opened the envelope, and found a code symbolizing the sender's identity on the inconspicuous flip.

Herrell leaned lazily on the sofa. Although he would not change in any way, he still habitually observed the faces of humans.

But today was very rare, he saw the other party frowning tightly, as if something troublesome happened.

"Isn't your brother planning to invite you to the manor to enjoy the flowers?" Herrell had read that letter a long time ago, and there was no meaningful information on it.

"That's just spoofing information," Sheen said. "Just in case, Toms and I agreed on a transposition encryption method that would fuse the real message with the fake one."

"You're so cautious." Herrera's eyes wandered to the letter, "Who told you to hide so many secrets? What's written on it?"

Sean was silent for a moment before slowly opening his mouth: "Alex may have recognized me."

Herrell froze for a moment, then repeated, "Did he recognize you?"

"This is just Thomas's guess. To be precise, he found that Alex seemed to be doubting my identity and his own background."

Sean folded the letter paper in his hand, as if thinking about something, "Did it start from the time of the mask?"

"Why is he suspicious? The current you is not the same as the past." Heleer said with his chin propped up. "No normal person would connect the two."

"I don't know, but there is no secret in this world that will never be revealed." Sean's fingertips intersected. The disappearance of the old identity was not his original intention. The "death" was also handled by Mrs. Mary, and the whole thing was full of excitement. Uncertain unknown factors, he cannot 100% guarantee that there will be no flaws, "He may have discovered something."

"No matter what is found, it will be difficult to deduce the result. Unless he first firmly believes in your identity, and then reverses the verification conditions." Heller said.

"He is an absolute intuitionist, and his habit of thinking about problems is to guess the result first." Sean whispered.

"Then there is no way, the intuitive faction will overcome the rational faction like you, because the intuition does not make sense."

Herrell chuckled, "The so-called people who are correctly guided by fate."

"It's really troublesome." Sean sighed faintly.

"Isn't it good to get to know him? In my opinion, he listens to you like a puppy. If you are sure that you are his brother, he should listen to you even more." Helle did not understand Sean is struggling with something.

"I killed his mother."

"Does it matter? That's not his real mother."

"Mrs. Mary raised him. This is an unchangeable fact. It is not a good thing to be an enemy of him now. I will find a way to dispel his thoughts."

Sean didn't continue this topic. He didn't want to recognize Erics for many reasons, not just the fact that he killed Mrs. Mary, but also some considerations that even the devil should not know.

If he and Erics recognize each other, the reason for his appearance change may be exposed.

He would never allow this direction, because it would easily trigger the development of the last thing he wanted to see - Erics discovering the existence of Herrell.

At night, in the Vatican of Light, in a closed room with a statue of a cross, there are three old figures surrounding the cross, with their fingers crossed and placed on their foreheads, praying to the God of Light.

Before the hourglass for timing was completely leaked, Dean Dunbar couldn't wait to put down his hand.

"The prayers are over, so you can tell me now." Dean Dunbar let out a breath slowly, "Why did you suddenly change your mind?"

"I'm sorry, please let Dean Dunbar and I have a few words alone." Bishop Clara said to the other two cardinals.

Dean Dunbar's complexion was not very good. When the door of the prayer room was closed again, he immediately stepped forward and questioned his former friends: "What are you planning? Could it be that you have been praised before the seizure of power started?" Gewell caught?

You want to use me and my students as scapegoats?Hmph, let me warn you, you took the initiative to reveal to me the secret of the Holy Son's candidate back then, if I was sent to hell by Zangwill, I would definitely pull you to keep warm. "

"Calm down, Dunbar." Bishop Clara looked helpless, "I'm glad you have this friendship to go to hell with me, but things are not what you think."

"What happened?" Dean Dunbar was very dissatisfied. "Is there something wrong with my outstanding students?"

"As you think, the problem lies in your excellent students." Bishop Clara took out a cigarette.

"Are you kidding me, my student Alex is perfect, you all saw it in the grading test."

"Yes, he is indeed perfect, but the starting point is wrong." Bishop Clara said.

"What the hell is the starting point?"

"The moment you went out to pee, we asked your outstanding student a question, in your heart, what is the great God of Light?"

Bishop Clara slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, "He said that there is no God of Light in this world."

感谢在2021-02-23?00:19:10-2021-02-25?01:08:32期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

16021023? 2 pieces;

choir, Andromeda? 1;

10 bottles of mizuyuuumi;

34744344? 8 bottle;

Wuyue? 2 bottle;