The holy Al hangs far away in the sky, and a touch of red emerges on the horizon. A slight breeze mixed with the shimmer of arcane magic hovers over Ulthuan. The disorderly wind ruffles Fang Wensi's flowing blond hair, blowing through several strands of hair. The silk gradually dissipated...
Fang Wen thought a lot, and was shocked by Menoglio's calm demeanor in pointing out the battlefield despite all opinions, and impressed by Levi's heroic integrity, whether it was the visual impact brought by the crowd of thousands of people, or the strange changes in the balance of war, And the sudden appearance of a giant dragon that turned the tide and instantly reversed the situation on the entire battlefield gave him a great shock. Recalling that he had self-righteously questioned these people, he felt complacent about his unwarranted wit...
Fang Wensi couldn't help but secretly ridicule, I am also a person who has seen the world.
Cornings looked at the Northernland soldiers who laid down their weapons and accepted the surrender in an orderly manner, and asked in disbelief: "Your Majesty the Pope, I don't understand?"
Menoglio turned around, still so calm, "Consultant Cornings, as you mentioned before, Northamland is not like those traditional feudal kingdoms, so in this war, we don't have to defeat Northumbria. Senlan's army only needs to defeat Levis alone." After saying that, he turned around and followed everyone down the city wall.
"You only need to defeat him alone"...the female elf lowered her head and silently repeated Menolio's words,
Fang Wensi looked at the female elf who had fallen into a daze since the Pope left her, and reminded her: "I said, won't you follow that old man Menoglio and leave?"
Then Konings seemed to wake up from a dream, looking around for the Pope's figure, "There it is." Fang Wensi grabbed the female elf and pointed to the senior officials of the Holy See in the distance.
"Ah...Thank you, Your Highness the Holy Son." The female elf hurriedly staggered down the city wall. Fang Wensi couldn't help but smile when she saw this, and followed her.
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"Grand Mentor, Grand Mentor...save the children." Earl struggled to crawl out from the gap between the dragon's sharp claws and hissed into the distance with a horrified look on his face.
"Grand Master, what should we do?" The apprentice next to the old man asked unbearably as he watched his former colleagues being killed one by one under the raging dragon.
However, Nagar walked away without looking back. After a long time, he replied in a low voice: "Let's leave here and go to the west."
The apprentice couldn't help but look back at the figures who were being slaughtered. After hesitating for a while, he still chose to follow Nagar. Neil's strange lights appeared one behind the other, and the backs of an old man and a young man looked particularly special. desolate.
"Holy City of Ulthuan, St. Francis Cathedral District"
"I've tried my best, just carry her down."
At this time, an old priest washed his blood-stained hands, his tone revealing helplessness and endless sadness. The trainee nuns carried the body covered with white sheets and walked past Fang Wensi, with a touch of lavender. The bun slipped gently from the corner of the sheet,
"Wait a minute," Fang Wensi ignored the nuns' obstruction and slowly opened the blood-stained covering covering the body with trembling hands. A feeling of dizziness came to his mind.
Pain, a suffocating feeling like the blood in his heart was suddenly drained, pressed heavily on his chest, and a trace of crystal flashed across the corner of Fang Wensi's eyes, which could not be calmed down for a long time.
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"Hey...His Royal Highness, you can't go in. His Majesty the Pope is holding a meeting."
The heavy door opened in response, and the violently turning leaves set off a whirlwind. The prayer room was silent for a while, except for Fang Wensi's heavy breathing, which echoed faintly like a hungry beast.
"It's Evans." Menoglio was not angry because of Fang Vince's rudeness. He waved his hand to signal everyone to leave, and then said to him gently,
Fang Wensi first stepped forward suddenly, and then a feeling of heart palpitations spread throughout his body. What happened to him? Are you blaming yourself for not being able to hold on to that elf girl? It was still strange that Menoglio had calculated everything...but still, in short, he suddenly became much more rational, and then scratched the back of his head in confusion,
"Um, no... nothing?"
"I can see your anger, kid. Are you remembering any bad memories? I've been hoping to help you, if you want to talk."
There was no harsh accusation as expected, but Menoglio's gentle comfort, which made Fang Wensi's tone become weaker and weaker, "It's just...an elf nun saved me before. Just now I...originally She doesn't have to die...",
Facing Fang Wensi's confession, Menoglio walked to the window, looked melancholy at the lights in the distance, and said lightly: "An elf trainee nun? This child must have paid a lot for this identity..." ..
But, Brother Evans, you have to understand that since she is a parishioner who has been given a sacred mission"... Menoglio paused,
"She... chose her own destination",
Hearing Menoglio's idiotic words, Fang Wensi's inner anger was ignited again. He overturned the documents and miscellaneous items on the desk to the ground.
"Destination?... Just for a high-sounding belief?"
Menoglio's cloudy eyes were filled with disappointment, "Ivens, you are already lost."
"You have been indulging in the comfort zone you have created for so long that you dare not face the environment you are in. Let me ask you, where is your destination?"
Menoglio's words instantly hit Fang Wensi's heart. Yes, where is my destination? That azure planet, the gradually indifferent and speechless family, or the Holy See that had just been reborn from the ashes, Fang Wensi asked herself countless questions in her heart, and the thought of homesickness made her uncontrollable tear ducts burst out instantly,
Looking at Fang Wensi with tears streaming down his face, Menoglio was slightly touched and his tone became much softer, "Ivens, the gods regard us as their playthings"...
"No one will dedicate themselves to gods for the sake of illusory beliefs. The Holy See is creating a thousand-year career. Whether it is conquering aliens or safeguarding faith, it is a heaven on earth that is shaped for survival."
And Fang Wensi suddenly thought of a game he once played, "To win the smile of the gods." Pope Menoglio's voice stopped suddenly, and the clear candlelight reflected on his face, flickering.
He suddenly looked up and laughed, his tone crazy and slightly choked, "This is a stage created by gods, and the Holy See must be the protagonist."
"For...", Menoglio hesitated for a moment... "To win the smile of the gods", he finally said it.
The perseverance shown by the pope who faced the siege of Northernland by thousands of troops in the past, and the sense of abject decline embodied by this old man now, deeply shocked Fang Wensi's heart.
He had always thought Menoglio was just an unscrupulous conspirator, just like most popes in political literature. But now, what he felt was the heavy burden on Menoglio's thin shoulders, and the suffocating feeling pressed on Evans' chest, which he couldn't let go for a long time.
"Evans, we really don't have much time left for us, why can't you remember!"
Fang Wensi was suddenly startled when he heard this. He trembled and yelled at Menoglio: "What did you just say that I can't remember?"
"You must know something, right?"
"Say it"...
Seeing the depressed Menorio just closing his eyes indifferently, Fang Wensi had tears in his eyes, pulled the other man's sleeve and prayed,
"Menoglio, let me tell you, I just want to go home now. I am not Evans, my name is Fang..."
As if some kind of opportunity had been triggered, the grief and sentimentality disappeared at that moment, leaving only the fierce collision of thoughts in his mind, intertwining what he saw and heard after the time travel like a thread, and the chaotic thoughts in his mind The system even automatically filtered out the sound of the system. Before Fang Wensi finished speaking, it was as if the machine suddenly lost power and fell down helplessly.
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