Immediately afterwards, Jiang Yue fought twelve times in a row, defeated the twelve golden saints, and walked towards the palace where Saint Sophia was.
Saint Sophia watched helplessly as the twelve statues beside her dimmed one by one, and she felt extremely nervous. It was a very complicated mood that contained tension, fear, but also a hint of excitement and anticipation.
However, after Jiang Yue defeated all the Golden Saints, Saint Sophia's mood had calmed down, because her fate had been determined, and whether she accepted it or not, the result would not change.
At this time, Saint Sophia was wearing a long beige dress embroidered with gold thread, her hair was tied high, a delicate gem pendant hung around her fair neck, and she was holding a gold tray in both hands.
He stood up and walked out of the palace.
The door slowly opened, and Saint Sophia walked down the steps step by step and came to Jiang Yue.
After repeated battles, Jiang Yue's body was covered with scars and his clothes were torn. He looked like a beggar's outfit. However, Jiang Yue's figure was still tall and straight, standing there quietly, as if he was a big mountain.
, an insurmountable mountain!
Saint Sophia came to Jiang Yue, knelt down on one knee, raised the tray above her head with both hands, and placed it in front of Jiang Yue's eyes.
"You win, these are all yours." Saint Sophia said softly, with a calm expression that made it difficult to tell what she was thinking at this time.
"Are you mine too?" Jiang Yue reached out and pinched Saint Sophia's chin, raising her delicate little face.
"Yes, including me, it's all you. This is the bet between us." Saint Sophia raised her little face obediently, her voice was still very light, her eyes were calm, as if she had seen through everything in the world.
That is a kind of bowing to fate, or in other words, being ready to accept fate.
"Very good, then you can stay here and write my history in the Holy Scriptures for me." Jiang Yue said, with a wave of his hand, he received all the flying dragon stones and talisman clay tablets on the tray into the storage ring.
, then turned around and walked out, "Remember, I don't need you to write me down as a so-called hero, you just need to record my deeds. As for whether I am good or bad, a hero or a thief,
Then let future generations judge."
Saint Sophia stared blankly at Jiang Yue's leaving figure, unable to react for a moment. To her, it seemed like an illusion.
It wasn't until Jiang Yue left and the twelve Golden Saints and the Pope arrived that Saint Sophia finally came to her senses.
"It goes without saying, I already know it." The Pope waved his hand, interrupting Saint Sophia's words, and then slowly said, "The Holy Canon is a historical book, and Jiang Yue is qualified to be recorded in the Holy Canon.
From now on, you stay here and write his own history for him. Perhaps, thousands of years later, his deeds will be recited or slandered. However, that has nothing to do with us, as he said
, everything will be judged by later generations."
While Saint Sophia was still confused, Jiang Yue had already taken a private plane, left the island, and returned to Athens. Under the arrangement of the Orthodox Church, Jiang Yue returned to China as soon as it became clear the next day, and at this time Sophia
The saint has truly entered the role. In the holy scripture, she has begun to write the history of Jiang Yue.