You call this the mastermind?

The fireplace with a blazing flame continuously emits waves of heat, and the accompanying light covers the nearby sofa and the brown wooden floor in front of the sofa with a bright yellow warm color.

The sofa fabric is soft and the style is single, but there are three of them, placed here in a semi-arc shape, and the matching style looks quite leisurely.

But now only Melen is sitting in the middle, facing the fireplace.

The two silver-haired girls seem to be more accustomed to sitting cross-legged on the floor, close to the flames.

When Melen saw this situation before, he still thought that they seemed to like the flames very much. But at this moment, Melen has no time to pay attention to other things.

In his mind, a prayer is being constantly perfected.

This prayer comes from the truth believers, and it is a prayer article they usually recite silently before they die.

But before Melen appeared, the believers never had any special effects when praying with this, so it was not taken seriously.

It was not until Caesar, the Hand of God of the Church of the Night, was seriously injured and dying that he was blessed by fate and broke through to the realm of saints on earth. The prayer became extremely special.

When thinking about the main god space, Melen discovered the existence of this prayer and gave it to Sister Lydia, who had sufficient religious knowledge, to improve and study. She did make some achievements.

But this only made the prayer more relaxed in terms of the "restrictions" on the prayer.

For example, only the prayers of the true believers with corresponding beliefs in their hearts would make Melen feel something. This feeling was still very weak. Except for those who had seen him in reality, other believers could not contact him no matter how pious they were.

The improved prayer still had this weak effect, but the audience was not limited to the true believers.

Considering that before the prayer was improved, Caesar, a non-true believer, had succeeded in a similar situation, so this improvement was not a big progress.

But it didn't take Lydia, a reformer, long to do this. After Melen made some requests, she already had the idea of ​​the next version of the improvement.

But before this thing started, it was quietly interrupted - the attention of the two was attracted by the phenomenon of time travel.

The matter of improving the prayer was not very urgent. Melen thought that after the two people's exploration of time travel stabilized, they would consider the matter of further improvement.

But now, as his mind entered a special state, this matter jumped out.

After "formulating" the research direction, some knowledge from the memory inheritance of the past professor of potion science and the paladin was constantly selected by him instinctively, and then combined with this prayer, under the action of a very wonderful energy, it began to mix and evolve.

The wonderful energy is similar to the effect of wishing for the fruit, which makes Melen, who originally did not have enough knowledge reserves, have some unfamiliar knowledge that can cooperate with the evolution emerge in his mind one after another.

The emergence of this knowledge was not born out of thin air, but was supplemented and fabricated based on the memories that he had already mastered but was not proficient in or only dabbled in.

The whole process was very wonderful. A few seconds of thinking seemed to be comparable to the results that an ordinary person could achieve in a whole year.

However, although this situation made the progress visible to the naked eye, the brain cells seemed to have boiled, making Melen feel that his head was swollen and even gradually felt like it was about to explode.

If he encountered this kind of thing in a normal state, his state would not only not last long, but would probably cause irreversible overdraft damage to his body.

However, at this time, under the effect of the "blood orange", a "healing" energy was always entangled and mixed in it, so that things would not become difficult to control.

Therefore, Melen had no worries and could focus all his attention on the prayer.

"What is my brother doing?"

Everything in his mind was like thousands of years passing by quickly, and the situation was extremely complicated and changeable. On the surface, Melen only ate a few bites of the pulp, and suddenly stood there motionless.

Number One, who was a little frustrated by his previous criticism, and Sylvie, who was always staring at the remaining orange in Melen's hand, soon found that something seemed to be wrong.

"Maybe it's too delicious?"

Sylvie, who was sitting cross-legged in front of the fireplace, still couldn't hide her reluctance and said: "I really should have let you taste the taste of this red orange yesterday. After my brother ate it, you definitely can't eat it anymore."

They have special physiques. Eating fruits is just eating fruits. They can feel the corresponding taste, but the efficacy of fruits will not work on them.

So for a while, the two of them didn't know what Melen was going through.

But after many teachings, Melen has initially established his majesty in front of these two naive people, so after Sylvie raised her hand and waved it in the air in front of Melen, and did not get a response, they decided not to disturb him for the time being.

For the sake of caution, the two girls even tiptoed and carefully left the fireplace area.

"Brother Melen is not a stingy person."

As he walked up the stairs to the second floor with his white and tender bare feet, No. 1 was still defending his beloved brother, and by the way, he looked at the stingy Sylvie beside him with a helpless look.

"But they are so delicious."

Sylvie also didn't wear shoes, and her pair of petite feet stepped on the wooden polished stairs, leaving behind a series of hazy and lovely body temperature footprints. Her steps looked a little cheerful, but her tone was gloomy.

"Just like you, it's very comfortable to hold, so that night my brother refused to let go when he hugged me."

At this point, she pursed her lips and said with a sad face: "Just watch, I tasted this last time, and my brother will definitely not let you go tonight."

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

No. 1's face turned red when he heard this.

Although she is a husband, she seems to be more sensitive than Sylvie as a wife in this regard.

But I don’t know why, but No. 1 didn’t resist this.

Thinking of the feeling when her brother held her in his arms before going to bed last time, she even had some expectations for the night for some reason.

"But it seems that brother doesn't have time to help us clean the spring water today."

Sylvie had no idea what her husband was thinking next to her. She was still lamenting to herself, "If I had known earlier, we should have taken out those red oranges later."

"It's okay, there's no need to worry about this."

No. 1 responded in a low voice. Although he was a little absent-minded, his tone was extremely determined, "Since brother has agreed, he will definitely help us."

…

The laws of time and space are mysterious and unpredictable. Even if he can directly participate, Mellen has no clue how to smooth out certain laws.

But just as he had thought before, when he entered this initial kingdom of heaven, everything in reality was "slowed down," as if one day in the sky and one year on the earth, but the effect was not so exaggerated.

But even so, the lack of synchronization between the two time nodes also brought him a lot of convenience.

However, this situation changed as he gradually perfected the prayer in his mind - in reality, the relatively slowed down time became faster and faster, and finally became completely synchronized.

It seems as if something is spreading from the past and extending into the future, pulling the two time nodes closer together.

This situation is bound to have some unknown consequences.

But now, even Meren himself, the person involved, knows nothing about all this.

People in reality are even less clear.

At this time, in a small town on the border of the Northern Empire.

The biting cold wind blew from the depths of the ice field outside the town, and bursts of frost-like snow particles were carried by the wind, constantly slapping on the faces of a group of pedestrians, occasionally causing them to whisper about the weather.

The sun was shining brightly overhead, but there were no other pedestrians on the road.

On the other hand, among the buildings on both sides of the street, there are many eyes, quietly watching this group of truth believers, with fear, curiosity, scrutiny, surprise...

All kinds of emotions are growing in the dark corners, which means that these bystanders are not pure.

However, at this moment, even if they were aware of this, no one in the team of nearly a hundred people was moved by it.

In other words, they don't have any extra energy to focus on the bystanders around them who have ulterior motives. "It must be the blessing of the child of destiny that we can escape."

They did not plan to stay in this small town, so the Truth believers were always on their way, but their trivial conversations continued, and they did not shy away from being listened to by others.

"But who are those enemies?"

"No matter who they are, they didn't take advantage."

"I seem to have aged more than ten years. Damn it, can anyone tell me what happened?"

"If I remember correctly, what plan are we executing?"

"..."

"..."

"Maybe this is a miracle."

The queue dragged on and seemed very long as it walked on the street. The leader was Caesar with red hair. Next to him, there was another young man with red hair. He was holding a faint blue "lamp" in his hand and looking warily. Look at your surroundings.

"Mysterious, incomprehensible, even incomprehensible."

Caesar ignored the situation around him. He murmured to himself while stroking a few new strands of white hair on the back of his head.

There seems to be an error in memory.

After catching the evil god's sacrifice, he and Guderian led a group of truth believers to the border of the empire, but realized that there were some people with malicious intentions who wanted to cause trouble.

In order to find out who this group of people was, the two of them discussed a conspiracy. His tribesman, the young man next to him, would firmly hold the sacrifice, while he and Guderian pretended to be transferred away from the mountain.

Everything should have been going on in an orderly manner, but what happened next was out of control.

What exactly was beyond his control, Caesar couldn't really tell.

He only knew that there were no casualties in his team, nor in the enemy, but both sides were "seriously injured", and their vitality was generally dim.

Then, the time doesn't match up.

When the war started, it should have been midnight, but in the blink of an eye, it turned into ten minutes before dawn!

The most special thing is that the attackers who were supposed to launch a fierce attack just started their battle and retreated inexplicably...

Everything seemed extremely strange, and Caesar was very confused about it - this kind of emotion rarely appeared in people of his level, but besides being confused, he couldn't describe it now.

What confused him even more was that he couldn't remember where Guderian, the other leader of the team, had gone at this time.

"It seems like you are following those enemies?"

Caesar was very uncertain about this.

The enemy retreated inexplicably, and his own people followed to investigate. This should be a normal move, and it is not difficult to imagine.

But he always felt that things were not like this.

If it was not to investigate, what was he going to do?

He couldn't figure it out, and he couldn't remember certain things. Everything that happened last night was like a dream. It felt very real in the dream, but after waking up, the memory became hazy and obscure, and most of the details were forgotten.

"It seems that there are people from the church nearby, Lord Caesar."

Suddenly someone came to report the news, interrupting Caesar's thoughts. After he responded, he glanced around and saw the target smoothly.

It was a middle-aged man with a rough face, pretending to be a roadside fishmonger. At this time, he was lowering his head to scrape fish scales in front of the stall. Occasionally looking up, he showed appropriate curiosity about the truth believers like other passers-by.

"Nightingale's people."

Caesar sighed when he saw this.

As the deputy commander of the Crusaders in the Church of the Night, he actually has a close relationship with the Pope, but this refers to the previous Pope.

When he was busy catching sacrifices for the belief in fate, an accident occurred in the church, causing the Pope to be forced to abdicate.

Although he also knew the new Pope, he only knew him. Caesar had no idea what he would think.

But seeing the man who sent people to stare at him at this time was enough to show something.

"If it doesn't work, just kill him."

Caesar thought.

Only some high-level members of the Truth Church knew that he converted to the Original Truth Church. Although outsiders knew that he was favored by fate and gained great benefits, they did not know that this favor had made him a fanatic believer of fate.

So as one of the leaders of the Church of the Night, although he participated in this sacrifice, most people just thought he was repaying a favor.

After all, it is difficult for normal people to imagine that someone with Caesar's background would change his sect and change his beliefs.

Caesar himself did not want to throw himself into the arms of the Son of Destiny openly now.

Because he felt that maintaining his current identity would be more beneficial to the Original Truth Church.

He even considered usurping the throne and becoming the Pope, so that he could secretly develop the huge Church of Night into a force that could be dispatched by the Son of Destiny.

However, considering that there are some mysteries in the Church of Night that he cannot figure out, his idea is currently limited to an idea.

But if the church wants to start targeting him, then even if this idea is immature, it must have room for careful thinking...

"Let's start by investigating those black knights, don't be too impulsive."

When he withdrew his gaze from observing the fishmonger, Caesar secretly made a decision.

The knight in black armor, strange and powerful, is one of the mysteries in the Church of Night that he cannot figure out.

He originally only learned about the existence of such people by chance, although he was curious, but not very curious.

But since he was favored by fate, he has had some kind of strange connection with the Son of Destiny.

This connection could not allow him to communicate with the Son of Destiny, but it could make him vaguely feel what the Son of Destiny needed.

Finding out the details of those black knights was one of his needs.

This was difficult, because there was no corresponding record in the church. The black knights seemed to be a secret that only the Pope was qualified to know.

But it was not too difficult, or rather, not too difficult at the moment.

Because now, the old Pope had just abdicated, but he had not left his field of vision yet...

After safely escorting the sacrifice to the empire, as Caesar, it was time to retire, so he began to think about meeting his old friend next.

However, not long after this idea was born, it was interrupted by other thoughts.

The thought was not a simple thought, but a very unique memory that emerged inexplicably, but it did not come from Caesar himself.

His expression was stunned, then ecstatic, and then frowned slightly, and began to be embarrassed.

"Promote a prayer in the Church of the Night? It would be better to let those black knights read it too?"

Caesar was confused.

Great child of destiny, why would there be such a strange request?

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