The fence next to the courtyard is covered with moon spirit vines, and the petals are as white as frost and bloom gracefully, like a group of dancing white butterflies.
In order to give the two of them some time to digest, Pope Gregory II did not continue, picked up the kettle next to the stone table, and watered the Holy Light Rose and White Dew Jasmine cultivated in the flower garden.
Some people say that history is sometimes like a little girl who can be dressed up by others.
There is some truth to this.
Renn also did not expect that it would be the human camp who backstabbed the Lord of the Dawn, who had been supporting them, causing all the investment in World Will to be wasted.
No wonder Ransander's face was so dark last time. From his perspective, humans are all ungrateful white-eyed wolves.
However, Ren quickly discovered Hua Dian and said:
"Since the Sun King and the Natural School failed to fulfill their promise in the end, why didn't the Will of the World strike them to death with the Heavenly Thunder of Law? Instead, they joined forces to annihilate the Church of the Sun God."
He did not think that the Lord of the Dawn was a benevolent Virgin.
Without getting the due reward, He would definitely not mind killing the Sun King and others, and then supporting another spokesperson.
The old pope was watering the flowerbed. Hearing this, his movements stopped and he shook his head and said:
"He can't do it."
"Can't do it?"
"Well, do you think that the will of the world knew how to control the thunder of law to bring calamity to the god-conferred from the beginning? In the third era, he didn't know how to do this."
"Won't?"
This was a bit beyond Ren's expectation.
When the Lord of the Dawn, Lansander, was still in Faerûn, he did not know how to control the thunder of law.
However, he has always believed that controlling the law of thunder is a means that comes with the will of the world.
After the Pope finished watering the flowers, he put down the kettle and glanced at the bronze statue of Louis, the god of storm and war, standing behind the courtyard. His eyes were quite complicated and he said:
"The first time the world's will used the method of law and thunder was when Louis was conferred as a god. That night, rolling thunder fell from the sky and chopped Louis, who was condensing his godhood and priesthood, into ashes!
This method was learned by the World Will later, and it also has certain restrictions. It can only be activated against existences that touch the sixth level and above. "
"Can you still learn the will of the world and how to make thunder?" Renn looked a little surprised.
This sounds quite different.
"This is indeed a bit strange. Lewis just didn't expect this. He thought that as long as he was careful about the erosion of consciousness by the will of the world, and resisted the erosion of the power of faith and the baptism of divine fire, he could become a god.
As a result, when the thunder from the sky struck down crazily, he was at a loss and ultimately failed to withstand the disaster and was destroyed in ashes. "
The Pope had a little regret on his face, as if he was feeling sorry for the most outstanding paladin in the history of the church, and at the same time there was a hint of happiness and contempt on his face.
If Louis succeeded in becoming a god at that time, there would be no Church of the Goddess of Light, and the Church of the Storm God of War would become the overlord of the continent.
As the leader of the Knights Templar, Louis openly subverted the faith of the Goddess of Light, which was tantamount to a kind of betrayal and was despised by some devout believers.
Renn was not too fond of the Storm God of War and didn't care what happened to him. He asked curiously:
"Then how did the Lord of the Dawn learn to control the thunder of law?"
This is what concerns him.
The power of "Law Thunder" is obvious to all. It is currently the strongest attack method of the Lord of Dawn. He is very interested in how to control the Law Thunder.
Coach, I want to learn this.
"Scholars from the Natural School have made some speculations, saying that the Lord of the Dawn may have obtained some kind of strange object that fell from the abyss of the sky. After research, he learned this method."
"Odd object from another world? Lightning attribute?"
Ren touched his chin, showing interest.
Items from other worlds often fall from the Abyss of Heaven. Sometimes it may be one or two useless pieces of garbage, sometimes it may be a famous gun core, and sometimes it may even be a world fragment.
The mysterious refinement obtained by William the Great
The aperture technique, the sword immortal system learned by the Sky Sword Master, can be traced back to the items dropped from the Abyss of Heaven.
From this point of view, the Lord of the Dawn must have a lot of good things on his hands.
After all, he was once the will of the world and could monitor the entire planet. If something dropped on the Saigon continent, he would have a greater chance of getting it than anyone else...
"Big fat sheep."
Ren's heart was filled with passion, and he even had the urge to loot the Lord of the Dawn immediately.
Who knows how many items have fallen from the Abyss of Heaven over the years. Maybe the Lord of Dawn has treasures or rare items such as Phoenix Blood Red Gold, Time Gem, Pure Lotus Demon Fire, Million Year Soul Ring, etc.
If you are bolder, you might have a star tower, a bronze coffin of three generations, a jade plate of good fortune... ahem.
Well, there shouldn't be anything too advanced, otherwise the Lord of the Morning wouldn't be the half-dead hustle and bustle he is now, and would have risen to prominence long ago.
However, Renn still kept an eye on the Lord of the Dawn's inventory, thinking about blackmail... and trading in the future.
Artoria didn't have as many bad intentions as Mr. Lei. After she learned that the world's will could still be learned, she was a little surprised, thought of something, and asked:
"The insidious method of swallowing the divinity in the human race's legendary strongmen and demigods by the will of the world was something he learned later, right?"
The local gods of Faerûn should not be able to do this.
"Well, this is not the original ability of the Lord of the Dawn, sucking the divinity and life energy of strong human beings. This should be the ability he learned from the indescribable evil god from the outside world." The Pope explained.
Ability to overcome?
Arturia suddenly realized.
No wonder it's so evil, it turns out it's from an outside god.
The Pope's eyes were a little fearful and he said: "The Demon Emperor and others used evil rituals to summon the evil gods from the outside world and destroyed the Elf Empire in one fell swoop.
The pollution from those evil gods was so terrifying that it was impossible to prevent it. Even the will of the world was contaminated. After the Lord of the Dawn got rid of this influence, he learned this weird and vicious method.
After the Sun King and the Lord of the Dawn fell out, the human camp was retaliated by the Lord of the Morning. He devoured the divinity and vitality of the strong human beings, making the Sun King unable to live forever.
At the same time, the Natural School was also hated by him, and the remaining elves could only live for about 500 years.
But the Lord of the Morning didn't dare to do it completely. Whether it was the Demon Emperor or the remaining elves, they all had ways to overturn the situation.
This is how history has come to this day. "
Many things finally came to light.
All kinds of secrets, struggles and calculations were revealed, and the history of thousands of years had never been so clearly presented to Ren and Artoria at any moment.
Only a senior demigod giant like the Pope can know these secrets thoroughly.
"I see, I've learned a lesson,"
Renn breathed a long sigh of relief, all the doubts in his heart disappeared, and he had a lot more thoughts and insights.
"Okay, that's all. If you still have questions, go to the old immortals within the Natural School and the Feuerbach family. They may know more."
The old pope placed the kettle by the fence, picked up his staff, and walked towards the nave of the church.
Ren and Artoria looked at each other and left the Emerald Cathedral.
Ren returned to the monastery and lived in seclusion, while Artoria went to the Great Temple of Glory to prepare for the Holy Sacrifice Ceremony a week later.
………
A few days later.
North District of the Holy City.
This is the old city, with many memorial halls, churches and altars that are already cultural relics, and the architectural style is retro.
However, compared with several other urban areas, it still looks a bit shabby, and the people living here are basically civilians and ascetics.
At the end of the old street, there is a private mansion with gorgeous decoration that is incompatible with the dilapidated buildings nearby.
The room of Princess Olivia, the first beauty in the empire, is filled with all kinds of exquisite furniture and furnishings. The bed is made of the softest silk and velvet, and various precious gems and gems are placed on the counter.
Jewelry, full of luxury.
However, as an unmarried princess, she does not often live in the palace area near the Storm Palace. Instead, she always stays in the old city, which is somewhat strange.
In the early morning, it was just dawn.
Princess Olivia was wearing a white nightgown, stretched out her hand to open the curtains made of high-quality velvet, and looked at the window sill.
Listening to the skylark singing in the dawn, she felt a little lost.
When the bright morning light poured on her beautiful face with breakable skin, she woke up with crystal tears falling from the corners of her eyes.
"Princess, breakfast is already..."
A housekeeper who looked like a middle-aged woman came forward and reminded her to have breakfast.
"go out!"
Princess Olivia did not look back, her back was turned to the housekeeper, and her voice was a bit sharp.
The housekeeper was startled and hurriedly exited the room, carefully closing the door.
She felt that Her Highness the Princess had become a little strange these days. Her mood was moody, but more importantly, her behavior was also abnormal.
I no longer collect those poisonous exotic flowers and plants. I don’t go out to eat, drink and have fun during the day. I don’t bring a group of wild men home to have a party at night. I just stand in front of the window in a daze all day long.
She didn't dare to ask what happened, she just hoped she wouldn't be offended.
"It's almost the end of June."
Princess Olivia wiped the tears from her eyes, walked to the dresser, and took out a letter from the drawer.
There wasn't much in the letter, but the paper was crumpled and seemed to have been read many times.
Princess Olivia's hand holding the letter was trembling a little. She looked down, her red lips trembling, and the sound of crying soon came from the room.
"Tick tick tick..."
A few tears wet the paper, making the writing a little blurry.
The above content can still be roughly seen:
Dear Princess Olivia
Hello!
I am Fred Upton Fernandez, the third prince of the Black Feather Kingdom, do you remember me?
Twenty years ago, I visited the St. Joan Empire with the Foreign Minister of the Black Feather Kingdom. I was very lucky to meet you. You were just 18 years old that year, and you were as beautiful as a goddess who fell from heaven...
I fell in love with you as soon as I saw you, and even invited you to dance at the banquet.
…
I have never forgotten you all these years. Two months ago, I finally inherited the throne of the Black Feather Kingdom, and I should be barely worthy of you.
I decided to come to the Saint Joan Empire in July to propose marriage to the descendant of the ancient and noble Storm War God, the jewel of the Singer family.
I hope to marry you and become my queen.
Please give me a chance, even if you refuse, please give me a chance to confess.
————
Princess Olivia looked down at the letter, clenching her fingers slightly and crying.
"Your Highness, have you made up your mind?"
The curtains were blown slightly, and the shadow spread, pouring onto the ground to form a black shadow.
A man entered the room at some point.
He was tall, handsome, with silver hair like snow, and his eyes were darker and deeper than the night. When he stood there, the morning light eclipsed him, and his body exuded wisps of dark power that seemed to be able to swallow all things.
This powerful, extreme, and domineering dark force is very contradictory to his elegant, easy-going, and ethereal temperament.
Princess Olivia put the letter in the drawer, turned to look at him, her eyes were red, and there was a terrible madness and hatred in her eyes, and she said coldly:
"Is this letter a trick designed by you?"
"no."
The silver-haired man immediately shook his head in denial and said, "He did write this letter and send it, and even without this letter, wouldn't you plan to take revenge on the Singer family?
You could have had a happy life and beautiful love, but these are now ruined. In the eyes of the nobles of the empire, you are just a loose man.
***, everyone can do whatever they want. "
Princess Olivia's face was expressionless, but her fingers clenched tighter, her nails dug into her fleshy palms, and blood flowed out.
"Alves, the famous son of the original darkness, Lord of the Darkness, I will just believe your words. I guess with your identity, there is no need to lie to a small character like me."
Alves stretched out his slightly pale palm and touched the morning light pouring in from the window. The golden morning light immediately dimmed and turned pale, like lifeless bones. He sighed and said:
"Correction, I am just a small character. You are a chess piece, so why am I not?"
"Are all the monarchs of the dark camp as sentimental and indecisive as you?"
A slight smile appeared on Princess Olivia's lips, which seemed to be a little sarcastic.
"Maybe it's just me."
Alves looked at the pale morning light in front of him, "I am a person who lacks courage. I am not even as good as you. At least you dare to take revenge. But I, besides wandering around this world like a ghost, can't find my place at all." .
Forget it, let’s not talk about this anymore. I guess you are not interested in knowing who I am.
Holy Day is coming, are you ready? "
"No need to prepare, I've been waiting for several years."
Princess Olivia's expression suddenly turned cold, and twisted hatred and madness flashed in her eyes, "But you have to show your sincerity first. When are you going to give me my uncle's head?"
"The emperor's brother, the Imperial Duke, Samaresh, nicknamed 'Stormhammer'?"
Alves shook his hand, and dark golden flames ignited in his eyes as deep as night. The golden pupils made him look a little more majestic, "It doesn't matter. If you insist on doing this, he will be there in the morning the day after tomorrow." The head will be delivered to you."
"It's best to wash out the entire Duke's Palace with blood. This won't be difficult for you, right?"
"..."
Alves frowned slightly and wanted to say something, but when he saw the cruel look in her eyes and the expression on her face that was a little distorted by the princess, he fell silent and nodded.
"as you wish."
His voice was somewhat ethereal.
Then he left the mansion and walked the streets of the Holy City disguised as a bard.
As a hybrid of demon and human, he is naturally not easily detected by detection techniques and formations, and is not afraid of the radiance of the holy power.
Wearing the white robe of a bard, Alvis walked aimlessly on the street, even passing outside the Great Temple of Radiance and the Emerald Cathedral.
He witnessed the prosperity of the Holy City, but he was out of place and passed everyone by.
"Ren, Soldier Master, Star King... In the blink of an eye, you have become a big shot."
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