The place closest to the chaotic era is the Extreme Plateau. Their land is shrouded in the arcane cold wave. Soon, the tracks of ice and snow in the sky were like a tidal wave crashing on the shore, plundering Hildria wantonly.
"Elements" The fifty-second cycle of the double moon of the Light Era is complete. Nagar Mages Association Magister-Clem
Fang Wensi trudged forward against the wind and snow that filled the sky. The north wind carried the coldness and stung his cheeks. If not for the surprise that the robe on his body collided with the arcane cold wave, and a pale yellow brilliance enveloped Fang Wensi, gentle and gentle. Afraid of the cold that passed through him, he had long thought of quitting.
However, not only that, he also underestimated how dark the night was in the outskirts of another world without lighting. The Ulthuan guards surrounding him had at least four or five torches in their hands, but they could only illuminate the front. Within three feet of the road, especially under the wind and snow, Fang Wensi couldn't even see the road clearly beyond the light of the fire. There were only marching sparks scattered in front of him that stretched to the sky.
"I have been tracking this matter for ten bi-monthly reincarnations, and no one wants to know the truth more than me." Voroshilov seemed to be muttering to himself, and his words passed through the crowd inadvertently along the cold wind. In Fang Wensi's ears,
"I said, the old guy, after being silent all the way, is he finally willing to speak?"
Ever since Fang Wensi finished narrating, everyone on the way to the Monan Abyss was as silent as if they were frozen, "Didn't you say there was a child? What happened in the end?"
"You really want to know?" Voroshilov's tone was very low. Faced with the sudden rhetorical question, Fang Wensi suppressed the words in his mouth and did not say anything for a while.
"Don't you want to bring that Lafayette to justice?" Fang Wensi's tone was a little impatient, but Voroshilov shook his head bitterly, "It's been so long, no one will do it again. I care about the truth back then, and besides..." Voroshilov actually smiled with a twisted expression on his face, "That's all, this is what happened to that child."
"...Besides, don't change the subject, hey..."
It was almost evening that day. The moonlight of Al shone like silver on the Holy River of Hildelia, and the stars in the sky swayed dimly in the river. While people were still waiting for the victory of Lord Achilles, the Don-Nard Manor was already immersed in In the joy of welcoming new life,
"Hannah, Hannah, look at this little guy holding my hand!"
"Lucia, this is the future lord. Look, he grabbed Deacon Sidlin's collar."
"Deacon Sidlin, can you let me see my child?" The originally noisy room suddenly became quiet. Daisy-Anna, still dragging her weak body after giving birth, reluctantly got up with the help of the maid, and walked out of my arms. I took the annoying naughty boy in my arms,
"Achilles should have done it, but he failed to witness your birth. My child, when you were born, I seemed to hear the forest in Maple Town whispering a name, Infield. ".
"Then, a group of robbers robbed the Donald Manor at this moment?" Fang Wensi felt that he had grasped the main line of the story,
"Yes, in the panic, Anna insisted on staying. I could only hold her child and a few maids and escape along the secret passage of the manor." Fang Wensi wanted to see Folosilo clearly with the flickering light of the fire. The husband's face said, "Guess what I discovered, old guy, you call other people's wives Anna..."
Voroshilov smiled instead of being angry, "As early as when we were in the colonial regiment, the three of us were good playmates, but it's a pity..." There was no regret in his tone, "This is Anna's choice." ,
"Nobles attach great importance to the blood of their relatives, especially ancient families like Don-Nard that were passed down from the Alexian Empire. They adhere to the noble tradition and the way of blood. The love between Achilles and Anna is undoubtedly a tribute to the family. betrayal, just because Daisy-Anna was born bourgeois."
"So, you need to protect this child and take over Comrade Panxia," Fang Wensi joked,
Ignoring Fang Wensi's teasing, Voroshilov patiently narrated: "Yes, not long before the incident, the wife of the armor-smith Ramsey had just given birth to a boy. No one cared whether it was one or two boys.
That night, I knelt down in front of Mr. and Mrs. Ramsay and begged them to adopt Anna's child, even though I knew that the situation was critical and might even endanger their lives and the lives of their children. This kind-hearted couple from Cáceres Still agreed to my unreasonable request."
"Persecute honest people, you bad old man is very bad." Fang Wensi knew that this was his helpless move, but he still couldn't help but get excited for a while,
"Bad? That's right." Voroshilov's tone was melancholy.
"On the same day, Lafayette returned to Maple Town with the remaining soldiers. He announced that Lord Achilles had died in the rebel army's breakout, and that the Caceres people would soon approach Maple Town.
At this moment, the billowing black smoke over Donald Manor further supported his words. Under his instigation, the townspeople of Maple Town miraculously drove away the rebels. As a great achievement, he replaced Achilles became consul of the kingdom",
"However, they still found out, and soon after, the blacksmith's children were poisoned."
Fang Wensi thought for a moment, "Maybe it was the maid who escaped with you."
"Maybe",
It was obvious that Voroshilov did not want to continue talking. Fang Wensi did not ask further questions knowingly. After thinking about it carefully, he always felt that something was wrong. Maybe he thought of something. Fang Wensi paused and said, "Old guy, you said before How is it possible that three of them are playmates? And Deacon Sidlin in the channeling ceremony is just like an uncle in his thirties. After only a dozen reincarnations, you are as gray-haired as an old man?"
"Let me answer this question for you, Evans." The voice of Carlos, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly interrupted the conversation between the two, accompanied by a mechanical sound of armor clashing, "Unclean Judgment, the Holy See deprives the unclean of holy Punishment for the name."
Carlos' explanation was ambiguous, which confused Fang Wensi for a moment: "It's just a name, why are you so crazy and acting like this?"
"It is the Holy Name that has chosen you, not just a name, Evans, His Excellency the Son of God."
"Voroshilov, you." Carlos's scabbard flashed with cold light, blocking the space between the two of them. The surrounding Ulthuan guards were also stunned, "You should have noticed that this is a secret trip." Carlos' tone was even colder than the arcane cold wave;
Voroshilov didn't take it seriously. He turned sideways to avoid the sword blade on his chest and said slowly: "Traveling in secret? Carlos, do you really think Ulthuan can hide secrets? Besides, the news of your departure from the Holy City has been known for a long time. Spread like wildfire",
Carlos seemed to be persuaded. He put his sword back into its scabbard and asked, "I'm curious about your inference?"
"Because, under normal circumstances, in channeling rituals, as a medium, you can only see scattered memories or scenes of the possessed person, but just now I heard a complete and clear memory of the past. Of course, the main reason is that Evans's irregularity Rhetoric, after all, the whole of Hildelia can say so many incredible words, I think except for the rumored Holy Son..." Voroshilov's words came to an abrupt end, which was also just right,
"I understand, it seems I was too cautious."
"However, our Holy Son is a little different from the rumors." The two looked at each other with a smile and looked at Konoe and Fang Wensi who hurriedly caught up with them. "Why am I different from the one in the rumors? Old guy, you don't care. Is it true or false, that's all it sounds like."
The two of them laughed at the same time and said: "In the folk, the bards have widely spread the poem describing the Holy Son. Your bad reputation is known to everyone from Haven County to Northamland. Your arrogant conduct is like The role of Cáceres's drama is ordinary, the deviance of the Holy See of Light"...
"Stop, stop, stop, don't you have something nice to say?" Hearing this, Fang Wensi felt like a villain, and couldn't help but secretly complained that the host before time travel was really a failure.
"Your Majesty the Holy Son, what do you think of the Holy See?" Voroshilov's unclear question made the atmosphere that had just eased become serious again.
Seeing that Carlos and Voroshilov were both looking forward to his answer, Fang Wensi was glad that he had not learned sociology in vain, and said in a textbook-like answer: "Religion appears when human society develops to a certain historical stage. A cultural phenomenon that belongs to the special ideology of society",
Voroshilov was silent for a long time. Fang Wensi's answer was obviously not what he wanted, and he said lightly: "It's a very unique understanding."
"But, you are still young, and the Holy See is not an illusory term." Voroshilov said indifferently: "Brother Evans, you have not experienced the suffering years of the Dark Age, and you cannot understand what the Holy See has given Hildeli. The beautiful vision of everyone in Asia is so hard-won, even if I hate it in my heart,
But I am still willing to rectify its name, from the border of Kas in the south to Northernland in the north, where you stand, every inch of land you walk on, Ulthuan, which is facing the war for the first time, and the undercurrent of the Palatinate, Everything here is changed by faith."
"This is just your personal one-sided understanding." Although Fang Wensi didn't like Voroshilov's old-fashioned teachings, he also knew that textbook-style knowledge was not practical.
"What is the first law of the Holy Scripture of Light?" Voroshilov scolded equally majestically,
"Believers who believe in the god of light, Freya Tiheros, are not allowed to cannibalize themselves." Fang Wensi said it deliberately very quickly, as if in a competition.
"So, do you know why?"
"I...I", yes, why, the older generation always talk about the old society, and there are many stories about cannibalism, but Fang Wensi just thinks this is an exaggeration in literature and art It's just a technique, just like Mr. Zaishu's collection of ironic essays. Cannibalism is a word that has almost faded out of human society, but it will impact people's thoughts when it is mentioned. It is a kind of sublimation, a sublimation of the ideological realm. ,
Voroshilov looked at Fang Wensi, who was suddenly walking silently, with fire flashing in his eyes, and sighed lightly: "Because, survival is really too difficult."
In nature, there are many creatures that feed on the same kind. When humans broke away from nature and entered the social evolution process, they also experienced the barbaric era of cannibalism. However, all the religious books, cultural traditions and some legal provisions of human civilization that have transitioned from that era have clear prohibitions on cannibalism. Famine has often become an important factor that people ignore to suppress this phenomenon. , as Voroshilov said, it can no longer be called life, and classical civilization survives in hardship,
"You, what you said makes sense." Fang Wensi's tone weakened instantly.
"Brother Evans, who has been in the high tower of Ulthuan all day long, are the people you come into contact with monks, nobles or bourgeois? You must know that in the Kingdom of Palatinate, more than 90% of the people are the four despised by those people. Waiting for Citizen Raschel, these people are the cornerstone of civilization, but you don't see the hardships of their survival!"
No, I understand their hardships. Fang Wensi wanted to say it, but he suppressed it in his heart. Even in modern times with highly developed civilization, there are still many people struggling to survive, not to mention this country with backward productivity... .....Suddenly, a voice interrupted his thoughts,
"Sir Carlos, beyond the front is the Monan Abyss. The advance army led by General Andre is waiting in front."