Miss Pepper's extravagant hope is that after the first two bodies have perished one by one, this innocent body will ascend to the sky on feathers and maple leaves at one o'clock at noon, when everyone is drowsy, and cross the three worlds from the long river of time. , to meet at the gate of heaven. In addition, it is best to be canonized after death, so that the holy relics can be passed down to future generations, and the philosophical words spoken are expected to be recorded on murals or in scriptures. Then, one evening, the white-haired Chen Yi could recall his saint wife in his dementia. When he was chanting her name, he could suddenly hear the angels playing the wooden flute, watching him come from the sky, holding his hand, Towards never-ending happiness.
So now, Hedwig's words made her feel that she was one step closer to her extravagant hope.
She nodded shyly and softly towards Hedwig.
Miss Pepper held the bronze lamp and said proactively: "I'm here to see your husband. I have something to ask him. I'm sorry to bother you so late."
Hedwig nodded and accepted Lomea's explanation.
"Okay, it's time for me to go. It's time to go to curfew. Sir, you should rest soon. I wish you a good night." Lomea said, winking at Chen Yi.
Chen Yi looked at her with a gentle smile and waved, "Lomea, good night."
Luomea, who came with the copper lamp, left. Chen Yi raised his head and looked at his sister for a moment.
"Brother, the door at home is bolted." Hedwig said helplessly.
Chen Yi also remembered that the door at home was not a door lock embedded in the wooden door.
"Okay, I'll climb up."
With that said, Chen Yi climbed up the wall and climbed onto the slightly protruding foundation towards the study. Hedwig stepped back a little and watched her brother get back into the study.
"I'll put up the curtains later." Before her sister could say anything, Chen Yi took the lead and added, "I promise you there won't be a next time."
Hedwig opened her mouth, but whatever she wanted to say was blocked by her brother who had predicted it in advance.
"Okay," she paused and whispered, "I was a little scared when you went out suddenly."
"You thought there was another accident like last time?"
"Yes." Hedwig simply responded: "Do you still want to do the ritual?"
Hearing the word "ritual", Chen Yi looked at her deeply: "No...it's all done."
"Then I'll go back to bed." After Hedwig finished speaking, he sided out through the crack in the door.
Chen Yi sighed and wiped the magic circle off the ground with a felt cloth. The sacrifice was consumed.
Sitting back on the chair, lighting the rush lamp, Chen Yi took out the linen paper and quill pen sandwiched in the book.
"The drop of blood that overflowed from the silver bottle fell on Hedwig's grave." Chen Yi wrote down on the paper, "Then why...it was me who climbed into the sea of clouds, not Hedwig." hope?"
As soon as I wrote it down, subconscious thoughts popped up one after another.
Chen Yi had read in a certain occult book that the remnant soul of a saint resides in a holy object. After being released from the seal, there will be a tendency to choose a successor.
"Is it... because that drop of blood did not choose Hedwig, but chose the Puni family? I am my uncle's nephew, so..."
Chen Yi knew that families have weak spiritual links with each other, also known as telepathy. For example, when a child is killed, a mother feels sudden pain and panic in her chest. Another example is when an old man who has passed away expresses his emotions on his death anniversary or birthday. Enlightenment.
Probably, that drop of silver blood followed the spiritual link and came to him.
"But...then why didn't it fall on the uncle who died fighting for the Holy Land, but on Hedwig?"
"Did I really choose Hedwig... But why didn't Hedwig... Instead, I boarded the sea of thousand pillars of clouds, no, that's not right," Chen Yi murmured, turning his head, looking like Across the room, "The Hedwig it chose was not my Hedwig."
He almost forgot that Hedwig, who had been with him for a long time, was just a memory projection.
My cousin, who has the blood of the Pune family, has been dead for many years.
"It chose Hedwig, but...because Hedwig has passed away, it followed the bloodline...and came to me?"
Think about it carefully. Chen Yi still felt strange, and he still knew very little about it, and it was difficult to rationalize it.
Choosing a deceased person to choose this drop of blood is too weird and difficult to establish logically.
There is no way it landed on Hedwig's grave accidentally.
He could only write down these ideas first.
"Well... this drop of blood is the precious blood of St. Venakana. We must know more about her." Chen Yi only knew that she was Kexi's patron saint and the last saint to be canonized alive. only.
"Also...that drop of blood doesn't seem to directly create the Thousand Pillars of Clouds, but more like the key to the Thousand Pillars of Clouds."
Chen Yi made the most likely inference based on what he knew.
After scribbling down some subconscious thoughts, Chen Yi put down his quill, took a breath, and read over the nearly full linen paper.
After reading it, Chen Yi re-entered "The Past".
"Rest first, it's too exhausting. Tomorrow night, I'll go to the Kingdom of God and perform the deduction again and see. Huh, I don't know what the result will be." Chen Yi stood up, placed the chair, and left the study.
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Rita Salen Island.
Bo'anlan City.
In the Cathedral of the Nativity, each bishop has his own prayer room, which is similar in style to each other, and the same is true for the Pope's prayer room. In order to cope with the cold and windy days when winter comes on Rita Salen Island, a fireplace is indispensable. There is a pair of iron grates. The two ends of the grates are decorated with angel statues and are covered with silver foil to reflect the firelight.
The Pope sat in this warm prayer room, rubbing his palms on the black velvet blanket on his thighs.
He stared at the other side of the window.
The prayer room across from the confessional window is always the best place for confidential conversations.
Marco, the leader of the Poor Knights, sat opposite the Pope with his hands folded.
"My great father, the agent of the Supreme Lord on earth, are you saying...do you want us to investigate who has been banned?" Marco considered his words.
"My child, yes, you should also hear the bells of the cathedral. For many decades we have gained another saint."
"Praise my Lord, thank my Lord." Marco couldn't help but gesture, "My great father, my brothers and I are happy to accept this task, but...where is our goal?"
"The prophecy I asked for told me that it was in the Holy Land, in Silver Cana."
"That city we lost? Lord, gods, this divine guidance." Marco frowned and said solemnly and tremblingly: "My great father, we should launch the recovery movement again and fight with that stupid Emperor Deschanel cooperates, raises his sword, and takes back the sacred place of the Lord and Gods.”
"Calm down, Marco," the Pope's tone was slightly scolding. He did not dare to express his doubts to Marco, so he could only say: "The first task is to find out who the new saint is? Then find out where he is. A saint canonized by angels. Don't be led away by impulse."
Marco calmed down after hearing this, and then said: "My great father, how do you think we should start the investigation?"
The Pope pondered for a moment and said: "Investigate secretly and follow the footsteps of angels or miracles. Since you canonize saints, there must be residual divine power. Remember, the Holy Land is still in the hands of the pagans. Don't carry out it with great fanfare and in secret."
Marco shrugged his gray eyebrows and said: "My brother knights always act brightly and virtuously... I'm afraid it will be difficult to carry out secretly... However, I know that a religious order is capable of doing it."
"Which order?"
"The Holy Sword-bearing Order, those nuns and knights, are also the vassal knights of our knighthood."
