"You mean that Infield killed the evil dragon, saved Princess Li-Saya from Caceres, and established a century-old friendship between the Kingdom of Caceres and the Kingdom of Falz?"
Fang Wensi followed Infield's guidance, and then as if he remembered something, he deliberately patted the boy walking in front.
Al shone like silver, reflecting dimly in the Hildelia River. Under the aurora, the sky was full of stars. Infield held Fang Wensi's hand, like a bird out of its cage, free and active. Fang Wensi was helpless on his side. While complaining about the mindless story like a fairy tale, he was worried about why his time travel golden finger had no effect. The two of them crossed the bridge made of white maple wood, and what they saw was a burned-out ruined wall. The ashes stained the night, and the cries of ravens could be heard.
"Is this?"...It's not a conversation, it's like talking to yourself.
There was a hidden fear in Infield's clear eyes, "I heard from the godfather that it was Donald Manor, a cursed place."
Fang Wensi didn't ask any questions. The pace of the two of them accelerated significantly. In a daze, the faint sounds of joy and long hymns dispelled the haze. Along the winding gravel road, uneven buildings gradually appeared. Bai Feng The houses made of wood and stone are arranged along the road, elegant and simple. The candlelights on both sides of the road extend all the way to the central square of the town, making it feel like it is another world away.
"Uncle Ramsey, good night on Epiphany",
"Ah, it's Yingfield. I saw Mia and the others running over just now." The uncle who was banging the red forged iron in his hand next to the furnace raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his eyes, but he saw Yingying following him. Behind Field, Fang Wensi, wearing a blue-edged robe, made his heart tremble, and he knelt down quickly: "Bourgeois, Ramsey, wish the priest a good night."
"Uncle Ramsey, this deacon came from the west camp..." Infield said and was about to lift up the two-meter-high man who was kneeling on the ground, but was held down by Ramsey.
"Cathedral Infield, I have no intention of offending you, sir, please..."
The scene became quiet, and Fang Wensi had no choice but to help her uncle, who was looking at him in disbelief, and pretended to be cool and said: "I'm just attending the Manifestation Festival, please don't make any noise." After saying that, he picked up the young man on the ground, "Infield, let's go." Only his back, which he thought was handsome, was left. "Happy Epiphany, Bourgeois, Ramchi".
"Oh no, Master Priest, I have never seen Uncle Ramsey like this." Infield, who was pulled forward slowly, looked up at Fang Wensi, with a little more admiration in his eyes.
Fang Wensi didn't know how to answer, probably because he instinctively rejected this class concept. Just when he was feeling sentimental, the world was about to come,
The long table under the huge obelisk in the center of Maple Town is filled with all kinds of food. The baskets woven with white maple branches look particularly attractive. Hundreds of people coming and going are scattered in the square in small groups. Everywhere, in response to Fang Wensi's arrival, many girls took the initiative to present wreaths of maple feathers and offered blessings with carols of light.
"Infield, Infield, here, we have left pineapple bread for you." Mia poked her head out from the crowd and happened to see Shanshan's late arrival. Infield looked up and looked at the various rituals being performed. Fang Wensi, who was in a hurry, happily ran towards the girl after getting the approval. In order to avoid cultural disadvantage, Fang Wensi wisely chose a place with few people. Fang Wensi recognized this as the elf architectural style, and there was only one old man.
Caressing the ancient carvings and feeling the world of foreign culture, Fang Wensi suddenly felt an unprecedented throbbing in her heart. She looked at the children not far away who were like hilarious elves running around the long table playing and playing. , Consul Lafayette's speech attracted bursts of cheers, the girls of Maple Town presented wreaths to the passers-by, and the atmosphere of the feast at a long table for a hundred people filled the corner of the two of them. Under the biting cold wind, Fang Wensi actually I felt a touch of warmth and gradually sank into it.
"What did you see? Young man", a whisper brought back Fang Wensi's thoughts.
"Ah, you mean me?" Fang Wensi asked subconsciously, and then thought of the other person's identity, and quickly added flatteringly: "I have seen the gift of the God of Light and witnessed the greatness of the God." As he spoke, he pretended to perform a priestly ceremony.
"Gods will not favor mortals," the old man looked at Fang Wensi with interest, "Of course they will not favor a liar!"
The old man's gaze became sharp and stern. Fang Wensi raised his eyes and looked directly into the old man's eyes. However, he immediately became weak and asked respectfully: "Excuse me, what did you see?"
"Let the things of the gods be returned to the gods, and let the things of all living beings be returned to all living beings." The old man hesitated before speaking, as if he had prepared thousands of words and indescribable vicissitudes.
"After the End of the End War, compared to the glorious Era of Light outlined by the Holy See of Light, for the old Hildrians who left their homeland and opened up a new home, that period of time was deeply imprinted on every colonist. On the author's ribs, whenever people mention it, they can avoid it and leave a hasty sentence: Curse this damn Axial Age."
Although Fang Wensi had some doubts, she still chose to listen silently to the old man's simple words. The calm tone was calm, but to Fang Wensi's ears, it sounded like a magnificent epic vicissitudes of life.
"It extends eastward along the Hildria River from the City of Light Tiheros, passing through Regis City, the capital of the Kingdom of the Palatinate, and the holy city of Ulthuan, and crossing the only pass across the Astra Mountains, the spine of the transcontinental continent. The door leading to the palace city of Ebrolia became the horizontal axis of that era. At that time, I was full of longing as the accompanying priest of the Dambro pioneering colonial group of the Kingdom of Palatinate in the two months after the Final Battle. The second reincarnation embarks on this beautified sacred road",
There was a trace of bitterness in the old man's turbid eyes, which was fleeting, leaving only a deep sigh: "That was the first time I stepped into the eternal realm recorded in the scriptures as the devil's realm. Victory overwhelmed everyone. In line with the sanity of the old Hildrian people, the people almost fanatically supported the land of opportunity described by the Holy See. The monarchs promoted this idea and believed that men and women who were willing to cultivate colonies and undeveloped territories could add to the finances of the nobles. The light is brilliant."
"The old people rushed to unknown lands to create wealth, trying to enjoy a free home for everyone. However, the road is always full of thorns, and our team suffered heavy losses when we opened up the first new home. More than half of Many people are being swallowed up by unknown infectious diseases, and the long journey back home is also prohibitive..."
"Most of the people who survived chose to stay and established today's Gothic province. There are still a few people who firmly believe in honor beyond ideals and wealth, and I am among them. Due to the influence of the Holy See, my godfather and I are very close. It soon became the spiritual guide of this nearly 10,000-strong colonial regiment, and the Don-Nard family from the Kingdom of Palatinate gave us great support. We traveled upstream along the Holy River of Hildelia and crossed the Ser. At the peak of Leland, for the first time, I witnessed the city of the elven kingdom, Sky Fortress - Mateos. The head of Don Nader's family was deeply impressed by the magnificence of the elven city and thought that this was the end of the road."
"Donald?" Fang Wensi subconsciously reread, suddenly thinking of a leader who ruled the country through Twitter before time travel.
The old man didn't mind the interruption and just nodded with relief, "Climenceau Don Nader, known as the Lion of the Palatinate." Fang Wensi knew that he must have misunderstood, so she had no choice but to agree.
"The colonial group was once again divided. Fortunately, Clemenceau's eldest son, Achilles Don-Nard, joined him. He was a qualified nobleman and a devout knight. God allowed him to go on this lonely holy road. We met me unexpectedly, and our team passed through the narrow French sand. Some people were destined to be buried under the yellow sand, while others came here. But what was also exhausted was the motivation to move forward. I chose to stay, and the only one who left was my godfather...",
The sentimentality was self-evident. Fang Wensi followed the old man's slightly crystal sight and looked at the huge stone monument standing in the central square, and asked dubiously: "Who is your godfather?"
"...Saint Dilos..."
The old man's words lit up that moment, and thousands of thoughts collided fiercely at that moment. This is to integrate social forces, absorb everything to make life better, and allow people who are suffering in life to regain the hope of living, such as: "Give to God the things that are God's, and give to Caesar the things that are Caesar's" speaks the eternal truth. Religion defines who we are and the purpose is racial reproduction. On Earth, whether it is Animism, Christianity, or the missions of many sects, this is true. They have indeed achieved it, thus shaping a strong civilization and allowing mankind to continue.
However, in this world, religion represents race, and there is no systematic maintenance of political balance. Religion can only carry the banner of propagating civilization. Fang Wensi felt how difficult it was, just like sheep fighting for food among wolves, and couldn't help but admire those saints and popes who stood up, who showed the way for civilization and sacrificed for survival.
Just as Fang Wensi was deep in thought, the old man said something meaningful:
"Corruption is growing in this country, and there are people who are coveting the authority of God." As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere suddenly became tense. Countless soldiers filed out of the streets of Fengling Town, and the metallic sound of armors colliding fiercely carried a strong The chilling aura surrounded the round table where Fang Wensi was sitting.
The biting wind of the arcane cold wave blew through the cold light of hundreds of spears, emitting bursts of light chirping. Accompanied by the sound of banners, the joyful Epiphany Festival party was silent for a while. Fang Wensi, who was already dripping with cold sweat, raised his head tremblingly. He glanced at the old man who was calmly tasting the wine, and just as he was about to ask out loud, he heard footsteps approaching him with a heavy metallic sound not far behind him.
Every step was suppressed in his chest, unbearable. Finally, the sound of footsteps disappeared beside him, "Clang", a sword was heavily buckled on the round table, followed by the familiar voice, "Sion Mountain The Priory, things are really getting interesting."
The old man smiled when he heard the words: "The Gale Sword Master" and confirmed who was coming. Fang Wensi was overjoyed and quickly stood up to say hello to Carlos. However, the person behind him pressed him hard on the round table, and bursts of burning pain came from his face. Fang Wensi couldn't help complaining: "Uncle Carlos, are you trying to force someone to lock up a man?"
Time seemed to have stopped for a second. Fang Wensi felt the pressure behind him suddenly disappear, and then heard Carlos' hearty reply: "Ivens, Priest of Ulthuan, it is not good to leave the camp without permission."
The old man narrowed his eyes and looked at the two of them playfully, and finally fixed his gaze on Carlos and said calmly: "I guess... you came here for that matter..."
Fang Wensi just recovered from the pain, "What's going on?"
Carlos was seen staring at the old man, his eyes flashed with light, and he responded in a low voice: "Evil spirit." A bolt of thunder pierced the sky.