North Roald subway platform, the ruins of the Star Sanctuary, in front of the secret passage leading to the ancient city of Aldes.
Red monk Mufasa was telling Sister Livia his last instructions in this operation: "...My brothers and sisters from the Demon Sealing Department and I will delay time for you and attract the attention of the garrison. You have to
Seize the right moment, enter the All Saints Gospel Hermitage, and retrieve the original manuscript left by the saint. This is your mission, and it is something only you can do. Sister Livia, each of us is willing to
I have entrusted my trust to you, and please be sure to strengthen your beliefs and never betray our trust."
The red monk, who looks fierce but has a delicate heart, seems to have seen the uneasiness in Sister Livia's heart, which is why he said this. He knows very well how important tonight's action is and how much risk there is.
, if you make up your mind and muster up all the courage to face it, the final result will inevitably be disappointing. Because of the "Religious Decree", believers in the land of Renkwell have already lost a lot and cannot lose more here.
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"I understand, Lord Mufasa."
Sister Livia was still not in high spirits, as if this operation had not even started yet, it had already cast a haze on her pure and innocent heart. She buried her head and asked in a low voice: "But when is the right time?"
Woolen cloth?"
"It's up to you to judge, Sister Livia." Brother Mufasa's voice paused and then said: "You are the Son of the Holy One, a true believer blessed by the Holy One. There is no need to worry, everything you say and do will be perfect."
Under His gaze, all your sorrows or joys will be guided by Him and will last forever as a true soul. In this land closest to the Holy One, we will not face failure."
Brother Mufasa's statement is a bit strange.
The teachings of the True Spirit Sect have always been moderate and rational. They follow the teachings of the saints, but never blindly follow them. Therefore, they can maintain their true intentions in the face of the temptation of the truth and refuse the temptation of rituals to invite gods and the temptation of imagining gods. However, Mufasa
The monk's words just now revealed a bit of fanaticism and belief in the saint. What's more, he mentioned the true believer. Since the incident in Leisenberg, these three words have gradually become taboo, because the previous one
The ultimate fate of those who call themselves this is a matter for all to see.
Old Man Pancras once said that Rochelle was very sensible, but there was madness in her bones. Madness controlled by reason would eventually destroy everything. At that time, Brother Mufasa's attitude was a bit strange. He did not agree with Rochelle.
However, his practice recognized his piety and firmness in animism.
Approval but not agreement?
If it were before, Sister Livia would definitely have noticed Brother Mufasa's abnormality, but today her thoughts were more complicated than ever, and even she couldn't figure them out. Moreover, she heard from Brother Mufasa's mouth
He came to a distant but familiar title: Holy Son.
The man who was once called the Son...
She took a gentle breath, and then let out a long breath, expelling all the turbid air accumulated in her lungs. She felt that her mood seemed to have calmed down a lot. She raised her head and looked directly at Mufa for the first time.
Brother Sha's calm and somewhat deep eyes said: "After taking back the manuscript of the Saint, what should I do, Lord Mufasa? Those believers who have no fighting ability have already evacuated St. Anver's Cross Church, what else can I do?
Where to go? If the saint’s teachings cannot be with his followers, then they are meaningless, right?”
"No." The red monk shook his head slightly: "You can take the original manuscript to the Evangelical College, and Lord Pancras will protect you."
"Lord Pancras?" Sister Livia was slightly startled and asked subconsciously: "But isn't he opposed to this action?"
"He objects, but he can understand." Brother Mufasa took a deep look at the blond nun: "Because this is the path that you and I will take."
After that, he looked away and said calmly: "It's almost time. It's time for me to leave. Sister Livia, I'll leave the rest to you."
Without waiting for Sister Livia's answer, he stepped into the secret passage and walked to the distant city of Aldes, their sacred place of faith - all believers with fighting ability in the St. Anville Cross Church participated.
This operation included members of the Demon Sealing Ministry, including the Battle Sisters and the Black Monks, and naturally also included the only great magician among them: the Red Monk Mufasa.
Or use another name that is more familiar in the mysterious world: Mufasa the Convict.
And their mission is just to buy time for Sister Livia to give her a chance to regain the original manuscript of the Saint. The article about how humans can discover and awaken spirituality, which created the potion system "First Interpretation of Spirituality"
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Before today, Sister Livia had never doubted her mission, because she also believed that the relics of the saints should not be tarnished, let alone fall into the hands of heretics; but now, watching Brother Mufasa gradually disappear
Seeing her back in the secret passage, she suddenly felt confused. With Lord Pancras's silent opposition, ordinary believers were forced to evacuate, and a group of core believers, including Brother Mufasa, had to risk their lives to attract the enemy's attention.
, and St. Anville's Cross Church, which has persisted for nearly a hundred years under the oppression of the "Religious Decree", will not open its door to welcome any believer from tonight...
All these costs are just to regain an ancient relic that has no practical significance. Even if it is the manuscript of a saint, is it really worth it?
If the saint were standing here, looking at everything that happened in the city he built in the past, would he be pleased? Or would he be disappointed?
As the Son of the Holy One, she should be the person closest to the Saint, but Sister Livia found that she could not understand the voice of the Saint that was conveyed from behind. In the ocean of faith, she seemed to have lost her direction.
Go with the flow.
I can only close my eyes, clasp my hands, and pray devoutly again: "In the name of the Holy Trinity of the Holy Mother, the Saints and the Holy Spirit——"
"Please bless our pure faith and gain new life before sacrifice."
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The sound was misty and could be heard far away. It was the sound of melodious music floating in the night wind, echoing slowly under the branches and leaves of the cypress forest, making the sound of rustling waves. A hazy mist gradually appeared in the dense woods.
Driven by the wind, it moved slowly like water, and eventually covered the entire manor, shrouding Xiaoliang Palace and the nearby forest farm and horse farm in a mysterious and obscure atmosphere. The naked eye could not see through the forest fog.
What kind of shadow lurks?
The arrival of misty weather forced the manor steward to arrange more guards to stand guard and patrol throughout the manor to deal with various emergencies that may occur, such as frightened horses in the stables, wild beasts rioting in the forestry, or
The guests couldn't see the road clearly and fell on the slippery boulevard - the only thing they didn't consider was that thieves sneaked in at night with evil intentions.
After all, this villa and manor named Xiaoliang Palace has been located in Westminster for more than eighty years. There has never been a thief who dared to provoke the Schliemann family. It is said that Professor Heinrich fought with the Dragoon Regiment.
The connections in the city management department played a key role. Some people even claimed that he was inextricably linked to a mysterious department called the Night Watch, and that department was more familiar with the dark environment than all thieves. Their enemies might even
Not human beings, because there is a saying that is still circulating in the harbor area: when the lantern in the hand of the night watchman flickers, the evil spirits have nowhere to hide.
Based on these rumors and the unidentifiable evil reputation, the thieves who robbed at night have tacitly kept a distance from this manor. They are eager for ill-gotten gains, but are not willing to pay the price with their own lives.
It wasn't until tonight that the first person who dared to challenge such rumors appeared.
The Night Watchman is known as the executor of the darkness. Coincidentally, this person's race was also known as the master of the night in ancient times, and she is the only one in this race since its birth, except for the ancient and mysterious Night Mother.
, the person closest to this title.
The silver-eyed countess will join the hunt tonight.
Click——
Ms. Neville V. Wallenhild put away her pocket watch, glanced at the fog outside the window, and said to her granddaughter beside her: "It seems that the party has already started, Leticia, it's time for us to take action."
Her granddaughter responded with a vague voice: "Gu, ugh, gurgle, gurgle, gurgle!"