A gentle breeze blew in from outside the window, blew the brass door shut, encountered obstruction, and turned back again.
The two doors, which were strong, heavy and hundreds of years old, suddenly turned into extremely fine copper powder in the wind. Against the backdrop of the morning light, a puff of light golden mist filled the entire hall.
In the golden mist, the figures of two girls slowly emerged. Whether they had silver eyes or blue eyes, they looked at the door that suddenly disappeared with surprise. They did not expect such a situation to happen.
They looked at each other, the surprise on their faces was instantly replaced by frost, and they each turned their heads, neither of them looking at the other.
Iros looked at the two girls in silence, speechless.
He already understood why Qin was panicking. At this moment, Lilith's aura was looming, and it was no longer the same situation a few days ago when she was filled with murderous aura.
Julia's body began to faintly glow with green light, and she began to show a faint aura of power.
But none of this matters!
Iros looked at Lilith, then at Julia, and so on, seemingly endlessly.
Last night was a night in which Iros endured the burning of the holy flames and endured tremendous pressure. For him, this night was naturally very long.
Longness should just be a feeling, but seeing Lilith and Julia at this moment, Iros suddenly felt that last night seemed really, really long.
At this moment, Lilith is a full head taller. If she were to stand on the ground, she would be not much shorter than Ilos. She looks to be fifteen or six years old, her childishness is gone, and she is extremely beautiful.
The color made Lilith's whole body seem to be shrouded in light smoke, like a dream.
On the other side, Julia has become twelve or three years old, and her growth rate is even more amazing. She looks shorter than Lilith, and her face is still a little childish, but her appearance is delicate.
Extremely, if she were fully grown up, she shouldn't be much inferior to Lilith. Perhaps the biggest difference between the two girls is their temperament.
Lilith is as cold as ice, cold and proud, while Julia looks lively and cute, which makes me feel pity for her.
"Are you fighting again?"
Iros asked coldly.
The two girls shook their heads at the same time, firmly denying it.
Iros smiled bitterly and stretched out his hands to the two girls as usual. As a result, Iros's eyes blurred, Lilith jumped directly into his arms, and Julia climbed on his shoulders.
It's just that they are actually quite big now, so it's really difficult to shrink into Iros's arms.
Iros looked at Lilith at a very close distance and couldn't help but feel slightly dizzy. Lilith seemed to have grown up with her mind and was no longer the little girl who didn't care about anything.
She looked at Iros blankly, also stunned, and was a little unable to react for a while.
A small cloud of icy wind suddenly exploded in the hall. Iros groaned and flew backwards. While he was still in the air, he straightened his body and stopped in the air.
Lilith was standing in the palace, her golden eyes turned to one side, as if she didn't dare to look at Iros. On the surface, she was calm and composed, but her delicate hands unknowingly grasped the hem of her clothes.
Julia, on the other hand, had no scruples at all, sitting on Iros's shoulders in a grand manner, with her long legs swinging in front of his chest, looking extremely proud.
At this unexplainable moment, there was a burst of rapid footsteps outside the hall, and a saint ran at full speed, saluted to Iros, and said:
"Dear Lord of the Cathedral, Cardinal Burke has sent news that the poets you are looking for have been brought to the cathedral and are waiting for your instructions."
There was doubt in his tone, and he didn't understand why Iros suddenly thought of searching for the poet on a large scale.
Iros said calmly: "Inform Cardinal Burke and I will go there right away."
The church took the order and left.
Iros looked at Lilith again, shook his head with a smile, and headed outside the palace first.
Lilith lowered her head slightly and followed him silently.
At this moment, Iros was thinking about the hug just now, feeling quite emotional in his heart:
"Lilith...well, she looks really good now!"
At this moment, Julia, who was sitting on his shoulder, seemed to feel something and suddenly laughed.
A moment later, Iros took two little girls and a total of forty saints and stepped out of the teleportation magic circle. Cardinal Burke, who had been waiting beside the teleportation magic circle, did not expect that so many people would come out of the teleportation magic circle.
Appearing in the teleportation magic circle, I couldn't help but be surprised.
When he saw that all those who came were Templars and Battle Mages, he was even more surprised. He quickly rushed forward with a smile on his face.
After not seeing each other for many years, Cardinal Burke had gained weight and lost almost all his hair. Fortunately, the high cardinal's crown covered his shiny bald head.
Burke's beard and hair have turned white, and his face is no longer as shrewd and brave as it used to be, but is replaced by smoothness and flattery.
At this moment, Burke only has holy-level light magic power. After many years, his magic power has not advanced but retreated. I don't know if it is due to the years or the result of his self-destruction.
Iros looked at Cardinal Burke intently, and the past events suddenly came to his mind, but these emotions passed through his frozen heart like a breeze, passing without leaving any trace.
Iros nodded slightly to Burke and said calmly: "Take me to meet those poets!"
"Yes Yes!"
While Burke agreed, he smiled charmingly and said: "Of course I will do my best to do what the noble Lord of the Temple has ordered. Now, all the poets who are slightly famous in the entire country have asked me to invite them here.
Yes! You will definitely be satisfied!
Having said that, Sir Iros, when we first met, I was amazed by your talent and knew that you were definitely not a thing in the pool! No, you became the master of the temple in your twenties.
This has never happened in the history of the church!"
Without saying a word, Iros took the two little girls and walked toward the front hall with murderous intent, surrounded by forty saints.
Despite the cold reception, Burke continued to flatter him endlessly and tirelessly along the way.
Iros strode into the front hall of St. James Cathedral. At this moment, hundreds of poets gathered in the cathedral, which could accommodate 1000 believers. They seemed to have been waiting for a long time, and many of them seemed to have come reluctantly.
willing.
Burke said please, but who knows how he got so many poets here in such a short period of time?
These poets were excited and noisy, each one shouting out the anger in his heart in a high-pitched voice.
Maybe one poet will just wait in the hall in fear, but a hundred poets feel that they can fight against the entire knights.
There are four to five hundred poets in the hall now. Judging from their momentum, it is possible that the glory of the God of Light when he created the gods is nothing more than this.
Moreover, this is an excellent opportunity to show off one's talent. How can poets let it go?
So everyone straightened their necks and sang a poetic protest in the high notes of an aria. It was truly a spectacle. The noise level was even worse than the busiest market that Iros had ever been to.
At this moment, the side door of the main hall opened, and Iros strode to the middle of the main hall. He looked up at the altar out of habit, and saw that there was no God of Light on the altar, so he went directly to the altar and stopped.
Burke had already inquired in detail about the various hobbies of the new Lord of the Temple. Seeing the opportunity, Burke immediately moved a heavy chair and trotted it down behind Iros.
Iros snorted and sat down slowly. The forty saints immediately spread out and surrounded the main hall.
Seeing that the situation was different, the poets' emotions at the boiling point quickly cooled down, and the hall became silent in the blink of an eye. The fiery passion of the angry poets disappeared in an instant.
Iros glanced around and saw all the poets looking at him, and then he said slowly: "I am the current master of the temple."
There was a buzz among the poets immediately. In this war, the Holy Church directly participated in the war, and the name of the Holy Church and the Holy Knights immediately spread throughout the world. The poets talked for a while, then became quiet again, waiting for Iros's words.
Below.
"This time I have called everyone here to invite you to show off your talents and talents. Each of you can write a few psalms to praise the glorious God of Light. We will select a few of the best ones from your hymns and include them in the church's hymns.
Recording.
The poets who wrote these psalms will be recommended by me to join the church and specialize in writing hymns. Well, I don’t think there is any need to say more about the benefits of joining the Holy Church. Anyway, it is definitely much better than you think.
Of course, if someone writes hymns that are too far below his or her past standards, that would be a crime of blasphemy."
The threats and temptations of Elos Chiguoguo made all the saints frown, while most of the poets, except for a few, had their eyes shining.
At this time, the waiters brought in paper and pens, and hundreds of poets rushed forward, grabbed paper and pens, and dispersed to various parts of the hall to meditate hard.
The few noble people looked at the swords of the saints, but they couldn't help but pick up paper and pen, and sighed and pondered the poems.
Iros stood up. He had no patience to waste time with these poets. After telling the church to take a good look at these poets, he took the two girls and left.