In the darkness, there was a slight noise.
Immediately afterwards, an old female voice sounded: "Are you here?"
"Yes, I'm here." It was a tired male voice.
"You shouldn't have come." The old female voice said with helplessness, "It doesn't make any sense anymore."
"But I have to come." The tired male voice was full of determination: "Someone has to do something, right?"
"What should we do?" The old female voice said with doubts, "What else can we do now?"
There was no answer for a long time in the darkness, only the sound of a few dull footsteps stepping on the wooden floor.
Then the room lit up.
It is not candles or lights that give off the light.
It is a golden spear: the blade is long and straight, like a dagger, and the barrel is carved with dense and exquisite patterns like threads.
It's a pity that this long gun was broken into three parts, and there were many damages on the gun body. It was placed on a red velvet-padded shelf and covered with a transparent glass cover.
The light from the spear illuminated the man's face. It was a man with unshaven beard, long hair shawl, wearing leather light armor and a cloak. Although he was middle-aged, you could still see the traces of his youth on his face. Handsome and handsome.
It also illuminated the old woman sitting on the chair next to her, wearing a long black dress and a black gauze covering her head, which covered her face, but failed to cover her silver hair.
"Mrs. Haleben." The man bowed slightly and pointed at the golden spear beside him: "You have also seen that the power of the Holy Spirit is still there, and we still have hope!"
"This is just the accumulation of hundreds of thousands of years of faith. It doesn't mean anything." Mrs. Haleben shook her head slightly: "The holy instrument given by God can no longer even heal itself. Doesn't that explain the problem?"
"The Holy God just fell into a deep sleep! He has not fallen!" The man's voice was stern: "He is immortal!"
"Well, the Holy Spirit is immortal, omniscient and omnipotent, so He has entered a deep sleep now." Mrs. Haleben ignored his severity: "Shouldn't we wait for Him to wake up again?"
"But we have to do something." The man's voice was full of helplessness: "There are too many people in the entire continent who have abandoned their former beliefs."
"Then what are you going to do?" Mrs. Haleburn asked.
"First of all, I need the loyalty of you, the Haleben family!" The man said in a serious voice: "Don't forget the oath you made in front of the statue of the Holy God!"
"Oh, come on, Constantine!" Mrs. Haleben did not accept his PUA: "Now all the Holy God statues are cracked! The Holy God is not here...sleeping, why do you care about the oath?"
"Furthermore, haven't we, the Haleben family, devoted our loyalty? Twenty-three years ago, my husband, my son, my brother, and the three thousand most elite knights of the Golden Halberd City, and countless guardians The militia...didn't they show their loyalty? Didn't they carry out their faith?"
"What did they get? Death! No bones left! Tears of all the women in our Golden Halberd City!"
"But it's different now!" Faced with the old woman's anger, Constantine could only try his best to use his eloquence: "As you know, Sweetwater City has begun to form a city hall, and the Arcane Academy of Golden Halberd City has also started recruiting students. , In a few years, all the cities in Golden Halberd City and even the entire Yongxia Province will have established city halls, and then new-style armies..."
"Do you think that by then, Golden Halberd City will still be the Golden Halberd City of the Halben family? How much wealth will you lose if you lose your status as city lord? How many wolves will be eyeing the Halben family?"
"You don't need to worry about this!" Mrs. Haleben still refused to let go: "Of course we have a way to solve it. After all, the number of arcane masters is limited, and learning arcane magic also costs a lot of money. Do you think my grandson will lose to Those civilians? The rights will still be in our hands after all!"
"You underestimate the Arcane Council!" Constantine continued to persuade: "Do you think those arcane masters can only study arcane arts? They are also good at power! Sichuan Province, Cape Storm, Reach...where are they from? Isn’t the noble what you think?”
"What's the result? Transfer, rise and fall secretly, support opponents, and even send them directly to the front line of the abyss. They have many ways! You will eventually lose your rights! Lose this city!"
"Let's talk about the future in the future!" There was no fighting spirit in Mrs. Haleben's voice: "What's the point of continuing to fight against the Arcane Council like you do?"
"How powerful was the Holy Religion back then? The Holy Spirit shone brightly across the entire continent, the Pope was wise and wise, there were eight saint-level red cardinals, seventeen divine knights, as well as the Inquisition, the ascetic monks...there were so many strong men. , plus millions of the most devout and powerful believers gathered from all over the world.”
"What did the Arcane Council have at that time? There were only three of them. Oh, no, in the final battle, there were four nine-ring great arcane masters. There were only about twenty other seven-ring, eight-ring and so on. What was the result? After the decisive battle, The Holy Spirit sleeps, the Pope reincarnates, and the rest disappear into thin air.”
"Now they have nine nine-ring great arcane masters! One ten-ring! There are countless eight- and seven-rings." Mrs. Haleben chuckled: "And you, now you see a golden knight running around, How many of you are there? What is the highest level? Has anyone been canonized? Forget it, you have no chance of winning!"
"No, we still have a chance of winning!" Constantine's expression was very bad, but he was still reluctant: "Arcanists are different from us. We can become stronger as long as we rely on faith and the favor of the Holy God, and cultivating an A high-level arcanist requires a lot of time and a lot of resources! The talent requirements for this arcanist are also very high! Moreover, no matter how strong the arcanist is, he cannot obtain eternal life!"
"We don't need to fight them head-on! We just need to prevent those geniuses from growing up!" Constantine explained: "We really don't know when the Holy Spirit will awaken, but the Pope is immortal! Wait until the Pope Your Majesty has recovered his memory and can lead us again, and we can take back the entire continent!"
"You...are you trying to assassinate me?" Mrs. Haleben's voice became stern for the first time: "There are only two men left in the Haleben family. If you dare to touch my grandson, I swear, I will make you pay the price. of!"
"Of course we will not harm the two young masters!" Constantine explained quickly: "As you know, if we want to restore our former glory, we cannot do without your help. Therefore, we will only target those civilian geniuses at the moment."
"If this is the case, just be careful." Mrs. Haleben was relieved: "We will not take action. At most, we will only help you cover it up..."
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
Constantine lifted up his cloak and disappeared.
The door opened and it was an old housekeeper: "News just came that a Cathay man has appeared in the college!"
(End of chapter)
