The war ended suddenly, and ordinary people could not remember what happened that day. It was like a hazy dream in their heads. There was an impression, but it was just a very vague shadow, and no beginning, end or any details could be found.
This feeling is confusing, but the end of the war is undoubtedly a great thing, because everyone has so many things and so many worries, at home, in the field, in the shop...
In the afternoon, the sun is tilted from the position directly above the head, and the heat it brings to the earth is also a little stronger. Although the sunlight in early summer will not make people timid, it can make those who are busy outside covered in sweat...
In Bis, where the smoke has cleared, and in the world where the haze has dissipated, strange busyness appears at every level from top to bottom.
Unusual people, unusually busy.
"Your Majesty has arrived at the Hall of Heroes!" A clear announcement echoed in the tall and majestic hall.
Dozens of mid-level priests neatly put down their official duties and lined up on both sides of the carpet with solemn expressions. The sunlight coming in from the floor-to-ceiling windows reflected their young faces and their cautious and clear eyes. Unlike other priests, they
There are no other decorations on the black or white robe, and the belt is very ordinary. There is only a low-key soft coat of arms on the chest to indicate his position and level.
The wooden hall door leading to the ceiling opened, and a middle-aged man stepped on the carpet beside the door. He wore a flat-topped crown, held a life-size scepter in his hand, and wore a bright blue ceremonial robe. This reserved but ambitious man
He is the leader of the huge group of priests of the third faith, the Holy Domain High Priest Nizan who is in charge of the Cardinal Court, the Collegiate Court, and the Glory Court.
"Welcome, Your Majesty!" The priests put their hands on their chests and bowed slightly to the visitors. This is the highest etiquette within the third faith. For daily etiquette, you only need to touch your chests.
In the structure of the third faith, the Cardinal Court is the internal institution, the Collegiate Chamber is the external institution, and the Glory Chamber is the only institution that accepts oracles. These three constitute the backbone of the faith. The Sanctuary High Priest is responsible for managing these three major institutions.
Institutions, of course, he is also responsible for managing other semi-independent institutions, such as the Hall of Heroes.
"Bless you, for God's generosity." Nizan stood by the door with his head bowed, returning the gift meticulously. However, when he raised his head, the eyes of the priests were full of curiosity and expectation.
The Hall of Heroes is a temporary organization and is not affiliated with the three courts. The priests' affairs are also very simple. They only organize and preserve the deeds of human heroes. Although the scope covers ancient and modern times, they have no actual powers. It has been two full months since its establishment.
Your Majesty has only come once. And when he returned the gift, he used a grand ceremony greeting... It only took half a month for this standard etiquette hall to be formulated.
"I think everyone must be very strange." Chief Priest Nizam took two steps forward with a serious look on his face, "Normally, I should call you 'people of God'. But not now, because what I am about to convey is the Supreme Being.
Our will requires the best colleagues to execute it. In this mission, they need to be extremely firm and loyal, as well as extremely meticulous and exquisite."
"You guys." Nizam glanced at the crowd, "Are you such a colleague?"
"Your Majesty, please convey this! We will never let down the Supreme Being!" The crowd responded uniformly.
In fact, these young priests have long been worried about their duties. Because two months ago, they were not priests of the third faith. Most of them were temporarily transferred from the Alliance, Three Empires and even the city by His Majesty Nizam.
I borrowed it. At first everyone thought it was an important task, but ended up copying it. This was obviously a waste.
"Very good. I'm very pleased to see everyone's high fighting spirit." Nizam walked along the carpet and came to the huge desk at the end. He carefully placed a pale gold letter on the table and then raised his head.
Come and ask, "Have the security measures been set up?"
"Your Majesty, the nine levels of alert have been completed!" A cold, low, metal-like voice came from outside the gate. This voice belonged to Tenasi, the chief knight of the Black Flame Knights, the most elite armed force of the third faith. Although the name Tenasi does not count.
Everyone, but he was once the supreme martial arts enlightenment instructor and a core member of the Keda family. With him personally setting up the defense, the matter was no small matter.
"This is the supreme will and cannot be proclaimed by mouth." Nizam looked at everyone, "Start from my left hand and read it in order. You are not allowed to chant or take notes. You can only keep the writing on it firmly in your heart.
, and then completely forget about it when it’s done.”
Seeing that what Nizam said was so serious, the priests did not dare to be careless. They walked up one by one, picked up the letter under the supervision of Nizam, and read the contents carefully. However, it was better not to read it. After reading it, no one could
Stay calm...anger, shock, and doubts filled their eyes. If they didn't know the loyalty of the majesty in front of them, if they didn't understand the difficulty of this matter, and if they didn't trust the system they were in, they would directly put Ni
The praise was torn to pieces!
"Your Majesty! We need an explanation!" After everyone had seen it, a stern-faced priest stood directly in front of Nizam and questioned him bluntly. This priest was very young, only in his early twenties.
He is both civilized and military and has a special status. Not only is he a descendant of the nobles of the old faction, but he is also the brother-in-law of the supreme eldest brother! Because he is good at ancient literature and history, he was forcibly recruited from the Regenburg Army after the war... He always considered himself an officer, and this is also
Why did he dare to question Nizam?
"I feel the same as you, but this order was personally delivered to me by the Supreme Being!" Nizam's face was as dark as water. "I can tell you now that after receiving this order, we established the Hall of Heroes. You are now
It’s because of this order that I came here.”
"It's not that we ignore your Majesty's words." Another priest said, "But this order is too bizarre. We need to verify it."
"Everyone's caution is necessary, I don't mind." Nizam nodded approvingly, "There will be a meeting in the evening, and all the alliance ministries will send people there, because we are only responsible for the more important part of the whole thing, and we must follow it
General action plan. At the meeting, Queen Katherine Hagrid will be present as a representative of the royal family. General Leighton Lorenzo will be present for the military, Governor Cort will be present for the internal affairs, Gardenan will be present for the tribe, and representatives of the allies will be
Her Majesty the Empress Berni Ebbinghaus..."
Every time Nizam said a name, the priests' doubts were reduced by one point, and their anger was eliminated by one point. Because the participants in this meeting were all members of the core layer of the alliance, their appearance was basically to ensure the authenticity of this plan.
.
"Finally, when the whole thing reaches a certain level and we take action," Nizam lowered his voice, "The Supreme Being will personally issue instructions to you."
Nizan's words completely dispelled people's concerns, so the priests really began to look at the problem from the perspective of completing their mission, and also understood their true purpose. Nearly forty people from the General Staff and nobles gathered here.
The parliament, the Ministry of the Interior, the major war zones, the Liaison Department, and even the middle and senior officials and generals of the royal family are all the team responsible for executing major battles.
"Your Majesty, I apologize for my attitude just now." The young man who was the most skeptical before took a step forward, "I am from the Southern Front, so I will sort out the branches of the second-line army of the Southern Front.
"
"Your Majesty, I come from the Liaison Department and am mainly responsible for the Far North. I will sort out the branches in this area."
"I come from the second hall of Youshuang Palace, and I will sort out the branches related to the imperial concubine."
"I come from the Thirty-Six Tribes..."
"I come from a traditional noble family..."
"I am from a foreign race..."
Not long after, the whole thing had been divided. Although the details could not be provided for the time being, each branch had a person in charge. Nizam looked calm, but he was very happy in his heart, because everyone standing here was very clever.
People, he just needs to bring some mature and prudent people to check the supervision results. In the whole plan, inspection is very important, and it is enough to overdraw his own energy.
Because what they want to do is to eliminate traces of the existence of the Supreme Being and the people around the Supreme Being... Remove a series of names headed by "Cohen Kedar" from history books, from daily speech, and even from people's memories.
.
Frankly speaking, this is an extremely difficult task, so what they have to perform is only the first step: to separate the Great Emperor of the Sbia Alliance from the Supreme. From now on, from legends to records, the Great Emperor and the Supreme are nothing.
The relationship between two people from different eras and backgrounds. To this end, they have to visit countless scholars and historians and use countless special methods.
"One last question, Your Majesty." Finally, a priest with a strategic vision who came from the General Staff said, "We are only executing the internal part of the alliance, but there are too many people who know the whole incident. The three-year time limit,
very difficult!"
"Don't look at me, gentlemen." The priest from the Liaison Department felt the pressure, "Everyone knows this, and the Liaison Department can't do anything about it."
"He's right, you don't have to guess. Regarding the external part of the alliance, it will be implemented by the army and foreign officials, and it will be carried out together with the pursuit of the remaining enemy forces. Just today, they have started now. Because of this
There is no price to negotiate for the three-year deadline!" Nizan smiled slightly, "Then, we don't even need to wait until the meeting. Let us do the easiest thing first. Of course, this is also the will of the Supreme Being."
The priests immediately stood at attention, and there was a sound of heels hitting each other in the hall.
"In the name of the Chief Priest of the Third Faith, I declare that from now on, we will...abandon the name of the Third Faith!" Nizam faced everyone's gaze and spoke decisively, "We will change the name to the 'Sacred Temple'. This
It is the name chosen by the Supreme Being Himself.”
"Holy Temple!" the priests repeated softly, weighing the meaning and weight of the name.
"The sacred temple is actually a combination of two names, the temple and the holy church! Among them, the temple is responsible for the responsibilities on the surface, that is, to promote faith and save the people; while the holy church is responsible for the dark side, that is, to supervise the secular government and prevent disasters
." Nizam continued, "The two parts do not belong to each other and do not interfere with each other. For example, the Hall of Heroes is the light and dark parts, and you belong to the Holy Church."
"Compared with the temples and demon temples that have become history, we do not tax or collect labor. We only accept anonymous donations and annual allocations from various empires. Moreover, our ultimate mission is not to promote miracles, but to protect the people.
"
"Protect the people?" This kind of will inevitably makes people confused. "The alliance is already improving the law and internal affairs system..."
"In any era, there can be no absolute justice and impartiality. People will always be caught in tragedy when encountering unexpected events. There are also many losers left behind by this progressive and developing world." Nizam expressed in detail.
He showed great patience, "We cannot save all the people in tragedy. But as long as he shouts and is heard by us, the temple will become his refuge and protect his life. Don't misunderstand, the sacred temple is just
The most basic protection, something no normal person would expect from us."
"In this case...will..."
"I understand that we will be very busy, we will be taken advantage of, and we will even be looked at as fools." Nizan smiled, "But please think about it, those people who are despairing, those who abandon their lives, don't they
Have you ever hoped for a chance of survival? Have you never longed for a hand to save yourself? If the law and officials are powerless, we are the only ones left, and at this point we don’t care why.”
“If the targets are desperate people, it’s feasible,” said someone who fully foresees the complexity of the mission, “but our actions will have a big impact on the bureaucracy, and they will be dissatisfied.”
"I will explain to those who are dissatisfied, if the other party is worthy." Nizam's smile seemed inscrutable, "The Supreme Being has said that in order to pursue collective interests, people's concentrated will creates a bureaucracy, which controls and uses the largest
resources, but this does not mean that we can abandon stragglers in pursuit of profit...the sacred temple can serve as a regulating agency."
"The Supreme Being has also said that it is difficult for a group to detect its own corruption, especially in the face of interests." A priest said, "By doing this in the sacred church, it is easy to stand on the opposite side of the bureaucracy."
"We will not be against anyone, we just tell people what is right and wrong, and who should cry out to them." Nizam showed a deep smile, "From the perspective of the overall environment, the sacred temple cannot satisfy everyone.
Live in happiness, but we can make people understand the meaning of happiness and let them pursue it. I almost forgot to tell you...the supreme will is that war will not be tolerated within a hundred years!"
"As you command!"
"The sacred temple will become a very important existence. We will promote the spirit and will of God, become a crutch for mankind, and become a mirror of reflection for mankind. Wherever there are humans, there must be praise and singing to God! So we will be there
All empires and city-states will set up palaces, and we will fill the world of Bis, but apart from our mission, we will not interfere in worldly disputes."
"The thing about stopping the war..."
"Disputes that may trigger war will be submitted to another agency. We will only participate as witnesses." Nizam was like the owner of a gift shop, taking out mysterious things one by one. "Unless it is an emergency,
, otherwise we cannot stop it with force. Yes, the Holy Temple will soon have the power to stop the war, three entire knights."
"Three Knights!" Many priests' eyes lit up. Post-war temporary regulations have been announced, and people other than those with knight status are not allowed to travel with weapons. In other words, if nothing else happens, knights will soon become a
Special class.
"Another thing, which may be the issue that everyone is most concerned about, from now on, the priests of the sacred temple can marry and have children!" Nizam raised his voice, "Praise is supreme. As long as everyone passes the exam, you can get a sum of money
Wedding allowance.”
"Well..." Amid the laughter, someone argued, "Your Majesty, we are just priests temporarily."
"Really?" Nizam looked at the speaker in surprise, "Please look directly at my sincere gaze, and please seriously consider, after hearing all the inside stories about the sacred temple, do you still want to take off this robe?
?”
The laughter stopped suddenly, and the priests felt as if they had been struck by lightning, and many of them even had their expressions frozen.
"Bless you, people of God. You must know that lies make people mature, setbacks make people brave, and failure is the mother of success." Nizan took two steps forward and said to everyone with emotion, "The most important thing is that you
You shouldn't fight with the priest at the celebration feast."
"During the evening meeting, everyone remember to put on blue ceremonial robes and use a double carriage, because you already represent the sacred temple." Nizam walked to the gate and turned back under everyone's hostile eyes, "Goodbye, my alternate
Cardinal Priests."
The angry "candidate cardinal priests" rushed towards the door, but they could not get past the black steel jar... The latter lifted his visor, glanced at them majestically, and then gave up their thoughts with a short sentence.
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"You," Tenasi said, "are all Ko...all appointed by him."
In an instant, the hostile eyes turned into astonishment. Being appointed by "him", of course, nothing was a problem. Because he is Cohen Keda, their commander, their boss, their majesty... he is theirs.
god!
At the southern end of Bisi Continent, Foxburg, the capital of the former Demonic Alliance's Brooke Empire, is located in the Lower South District.
This is an out-and-out slum, but the difference between the urban poor and the rural poor is that they have more struggles with life. As long as they can survive, they are willing to give up anything unnecessary. Over time, this kind of
Struggle has created the pickle vat next to the laundry, the braised food stall next to the sewer, and even the cramped alleyway like a spider web.
There were many people in a dark room, and the smell of sweat, knife oil, and leather were perfectly mixed together. As you breathed in, this air made people feel extremely stuffy, but except for the bright eyes, there was only the Alliance Internal Affairs Bureau.
The emblem of Jiu Hall is flashing.
"Wake up, lamb of the world!" Someone walked by outside the low and deformed window, accompanied by a hoarse voice, "Black Pearl Theater Club's new play! Just a copper... wake up, lamb of the world... and alone
There is a special performance of a romantic drama, and the theater can be booked all night long... Those women who can burst their bras are all balls of suet that can squeeze water out of them!"
"Dad, the surrounding air and underground are all ready."
The person by the window listened carefully to the shouts outside, then turned around and looked at the dark inner room with the others. At the low table in the inner room, a man wearing leather armor stood up and walked to the door with his sword in his arms.
"The war is over." He looked at the room of men calmly, and then spoke slowly, "The war belonging to the alliance army is indeed over. But this war belonging to us has just begun today. Within three years,
We must finish this war!"
"Within three years, the Black Skull and Bones Society hidden in the darkness, the remaining defeated troops hiding in the corner, and the nobles of the enemy country who are like bereaved dogs... are our main enemies!" He looked at the sweat-stained faces of his men, "We
It’s the branch of the Ninth Department of the Interior in the Bruck region, and the whole of Bruck must be tightly held in our hands! As long as we are here, they can’t even think of making waves!”
No one answered the hilt, no words were needed, they could make the hilt receive a positive response just by their firm gaze.
"We worked hard for three months and sacrificed one life to gain control of this secret stronghold. Now, their leader is arranging an assassination operation against Countess Fulan Hisoka. The countess will enter the city tomorrow. You all know that she is Fox
The first governor of the fort, she must not be harmed in any way!" The handle's tone was cold, "So, today's roundup must be perfect, and no enemy can be let go! Now, let's go!"
Taking the lead with the knife handle, a group of people silently poured out from the two exits and moved forward in the direction guided by the spy on the wall. After turning a corner, they saw another team of people, then turned another corner and met the third team... If
If you look from the air, you will see that twelve teams wearing camouflage uniforms and leather armor are converging on the same location.
When they arrived at the "main street" where four people could walk parallel, their pace became faster and faster. During the ten days of incubation time, the people leading the team knew the topography of the area well. They knew that if they turned to another alley, they would be there.
The overall slanted hotel can be seen!
Beside the corner, a beggar with a broken arm heard the faint sound of footsteps. He looked up and saw countless people rushing towards him, so he shrank back in horror. But two blurry black figures passed by, and the beggar was pushed against the wall by four arms.
The already lit reporting fireworks were stuffed into his own throat, and then the whole person was wrapped in three thick quilts stained with water... The explosion that should be shocking was no louder than the girl's sigh at this time, only a feeling of burning.
The stench is spreading.
A crossbow arrow with a "whisper" passed above his head and shot into the window of a wooden building, which meant that the second enemy hidden sentry was eliminated.
"Impact!" At the moment when he saw the leaning hotel, the handle began to draw the sword. There was no possibility of concealment within a straight line distance of less than fifty arms. The handle had already seen someone rushing into the door and shouting... Only quickness can
is the key to victory!
"The Ninth Department of Internal Affairs is handling the case!" the person who made arrangements in advance shouted loudly, "surrender and avoid death!"
"Surrender and avoid death!" Everyone from all directions shouted together, "Surrender and avoid death!"
Along with the shouts came a mass of crossbow arrows, because this shocking shout was the real siege order. The first sound was to confirm the position of the friendly forces, the second sound was to suppress the crossbow arrows, and the third sound was to force the attack. As for whether it was a real surrender or not.
Those who dare to plan the assassination of the countess have already had the consciousness of sacrifice.
So this is a physically and mentally exhausting action, there will be no surrender, no escape from death...
At the northern end of Bis continent, the original god belongs to the Gallo Empire of the Alliance, the border town of Mabuda, and the abandoned farm outside the town.
"Be careful, we're already here."
The rain-soaked path was not easy to walk, and the gray windbreakers on the three pedestrians were already stained with mud. However, they tried to walk as gently as possible and approached the dusty stable. One of them, a man with a stooped waist, stepped forward and knocked on the door.
, three sounds, one sound, one sound, three sounds.
"You are late!" A deep voice came from the stable, stern and cold, "Punctuality is the basis of doing things!"
"I'm extremely sorry, we encountered the Sbia people, and their cavalry squadron is on the defensive."
"Come in!" The man who looked like an old farmer opened the door, looked at the faces of the three people, and then pointed at a bundle of straw, "Get down!"
In the dark basement, a large lamp was lit, and three people sat at the only small wooden table, wiping their wet foreheads. Two men and one woman, the three pale faces were full of exhaustion, but their eyes were calm.
"As the master, I will not say any words of welcome, gentlemen." There was an opening sound from the corner of the basement, and a young man stood up, "I took countless risks to get here, just hoping to exchange the best information...
…Why is there a young lady?”
"Please allow me to introduce, she is my wife..."
"Dear Madam, even the heavy rain cannot cover up your beauty." The young man turned his face with a cold expression, "What we want is just information, Count Henan, you must know this. To be rude, the Countess cannot pack it.
Put it in the mezzanine.”
"Please rest assured, Prince Severik Lando, my wife is also a member of the organization. Let's talk about business first." Earl Hernan took out an oilcloth package, "This is our information, where is yours?"
Severk Lando handed over the information, and after the exchange, one person on each side gathered in front of the dim light to examine the handwriting, which was about the size of a hair.
"Let's talk about it roughly. We are not optimistic here. The time to form a mercenary organization is not yet mature."
"The situation in the south is terrible. The headquarters of the Treaty Merchant Group was attacked during the war, and a large amount of top-secret information was leaked. In the past three months, the Sibyans carried out an extermination operation based on this information. The strength of the Merchant Group was almost completely destroyed, and the Black Skulls will be even worse.
, I have never seen a living person." Earl Henan's eyes were full of sorrow, "The imperial royal family was taken to Sibia and imprisoned. Only after donating their property and swearing allegiance to Sibia, the nobles could reluctantly obtain civilian status and move to other places.
Not allowed to leave... Fortunately we saved some people."
"It's almost the same here. The Sibia people are not letting up on the cleanup and have already started to create household registration. Their navy is sweeping out the outer islands, and our people have to evacuate urgently. Those islands, Sibia will be entrusted to the third faith and alien races.
." Severik Lando sighed, "I heard that the Sibia people have a three-year plan. During this period, our lives will be very difficult, but we must persevere no matter what! Also, some of us have
Traitor, Prince Ulysses was captured by them, where is your Duke?"
"The Duke is determined to die. He said that if he doesn't die for a day, the pressure on us will not be reduced, but if he dies casually, we will bear the revenge and anger of Sbia. So he returned to the fiefdom to prepare for the wedding semi-publicly. The wedding date
Just two days later."
"He's waiting for Korn Keda to kill him."
"That's right." The earl who spoke was full of reverence, "My wedding was hosted by the duke, and it was the duke's suggestion to let my wife come here. After all, there are too many people in the south who know her... Do me a favor, just an identity card
Prove that she will handle other matters on her own."
"No problem, but I also need your help with something." Severk Lando turned around and said, "Come out!"
A thin child stood in the dim light, with a delicate face and a strand of short pale golden hair hanging on his forehead.
"Of course I don't have a wife, but I have a son, and he is my life." Severik Lando said unceremoniously, "Take my son away, give him a proper identity, and let him enter the Sbia education in the south."
system."
"Then what?" Earl Henan said in surprise, "He also wants to build a branch in the south?"
"Isn't it possible? Don't worry, he grew up in the Holy City and has a standard Sibia accent." Severik Lando smiled faintly, "Even if this is the communication envoy of our two major groups, it is another layer of insurance. Although we
The cause is difficult, but it must be passed on.”
"But the child is still so young..." Hanan still wanted to persuade the other party, but then he thought of his wife, but found that he couldn't say anything, "This world is really crazy."
"No matter how crazy we are, we have to fight for a chance of survival. Otherwise, how will my wife and children survive?"
For a moment, the people in the room were speechless for a long time, only the dim lights flickered...
In the middle of Bisi continent, the former site of the dividing line between gods and demons, near the original Taicheng plain.
Dramatic changes in terrain have turned the former capital of the alliance into a huge conical hole. The deepest point in the center is nine miles below the horizon, the shallowest edge is as deep as two miles, and the surface width is three to more than four hundred miles.
No wait.
However, this is not the most worrying situation. As a geographical indication and a sacred place in the heart, although Daicheng disappeared on the "New Year's Day", "Daicheng" in people's hearts will always exist. What makes people even more anxious at this time is
, the day after the accident, a huge crack was formed at the bottom of the huge cave, and with the inflow of huge amounts of water from the surrounding area, the crack had been covered up.
This is the reason why Duke Ivar Merlin, the chief minister of agriculture and forestry of the Alliance, has been stationed here for two consecutive months. Although the Duke is not best at geography, there is no one in the entire Sbia who is more qualified to do this than him.
"...Your Excellency, the aerial scouts have detected it!" The Duke's assistant ran into the tent excitedly, "They seem to have discovered the extension of the crack!"
"Give it to me." Iva Merlin calmly took the report and bent down to draw on the map. "Don't be happy, be careful of getting beaten."
"Uh... yes, sir." The assistant who had been immersed in the new discovery suddenly realized that discovering cracks was actually not a good thing, so he calmed down and walked to the map with some embarrassment, "Sir, is it serious?"
"It's very serious. Based on the time and location of discovery, we can see that this crack is lengthening and the speed is also very fast." Ivar Merlin was writing and drawing on the map, suddenly took a breath of cold air, and then shouted
A voice: "Communications officer!"
"The communications officer is on standby! Your Excellency the Duke."
"There is an extremely important document that is going to be sent to the Holy Capital. You have half an hour to prepare it. This is top secret and must be foolproof."
"Don't worry, I will send two teams to escort you together." The communications officer immediately ran out to make arrangements. After he left, the assistant came forward and asked: "Sir, what happened? You have to transport documents over a long distance?"
"Obviously, we had underestimated the amount of water that was pouring back. This big hole is not just as simple as becoming an inland lake. Do you remember that the diameter is expanding in the north-south direction?" Ivar Merlin's tone was serious, "The crack is extending faster than expected.
If the calculation is correct, then this situation will continue forever, and it will split the entire Bis continent like a knife..."
"But the continent is very wide...it may not reach this point."
"Don't underestimate the power of the earth. This invisible dividing line will come true in the near future." Ivar Merlin murmured, "Maybe ten years, maybe twenty years, maybe thirty years."
"Then the future headquarters of the Third Faith will become a vast ocean?" The assistant reacted slowly, and then he thought of the real scene described by the Duke, "Sir, Bis Continent will become two parts!"
"Yes, this is a major event that can change the structure of Bess Continent! Therefore, we must make all preparations within three years." Ivar Merlin shook his head, "Prepare paper and pen, I am going to draft a report
.”
Sbia Alliance, Mosik Empire, Beidu Palace Council Building.
Since the Cohen era, the style of caucus meetings used by the empire's top officials to discuss affairs has been passed down, and His Majesty Wissul Keda was no exception. He had just returned from paying homage to Marshal Martin Luther outside the city, and he plunged into the small
conference hall.
The core number of people in the Mosik Empire is relatively small. Almost all of them are close friends of the Weisu couple when they were young. It is said that everything should be coordinated and tacitly coordinated, but today there are one after another disputes. The reason is very simple, because the things they discuss are too big.
, Strictly speaking, this matter is beyond the scope of the empire. But as for the city... they have completely given up.
"The Northern Continent Alliance Council..." Tiff Lorenzo said about someone who still looked cold and cold. "This kind of thing is thrown to us so lightly! It is indeed the supreme style."
"Don't speak ill of a mother's child in front of her." The leisurely queen glanced at him, "The minister is there to solve problems for the empire... You said this yourself."
"But this is no longer a problem for the empire." Lorenzo began to cry out, "We must break up all the occupied empires and form a huge alliance council... Friends, I can already foresee my ending."
"Don't worry, we have plenty of time." His Majesty Weisu comforted him.
"Yes, we have plenty of time. We need to recycle high-damage weapons, ban powerful magic, and even persuade scholars to change all records about him." The muscles on Lorenzo's face twitched, "After the meeting, no more
Publication of any document containing the name 'Cohen Kedar' will be banned from use in internal official documents within three months, confiscated within one year to exclude other records, and all historical records will be reviewed within three years... I doubt that this kind of history
How can we fill the vacancy?"
"Don't think that I don't know, Mr. Dean, you are also very good at the so-called Spring and Autumn Calligraphy, right?" Queen Kasseling smiled, "On the secular side, let's replace it with the title of 'Great Emperor'. There is already one in the sacred hall.
It's supreme. If there are really irreparable mistakes...my dean, I guarantee that you will become famous in history."
Lorenzo looked at the Queen confused but wary.
"Have you not been complaining that the current language system has many flaws?" The Queen sighed, "If we cannot complete this matter by using other means, then we can only solve it completely through language and writing..."
"Really?" The old dean was pleasantly surprised.
Developing a new language and characters is not only a grand event in literature and art, but also a powerful medicine for governance! Apart from those indirect functions, it only takes one generation to change the past magic and belief systems.
If it falls, it will almost be cut off after three generations.
"Cohen agreed, and the time limit is three years." In the current continent, the only one who can still call Cohen "Cohen" is Queen Catherling. "He asked me to convey his suggestions to you. The new writing and language should be
Integrate the styles of the current empires and races to form a common language and text with the most identity... Don't worry, Felin will give you the important information soon."
"Three years? In this case, I need to recruit manpower immediately... But the manpower is too tight now..." Lorenzo's daze didn't last long, "Everything that can be used is in his hands! Where is he? Is that all?
Have you left it alone?"
"Calm down, my friend." His Majesty Weisu said with a wry smile, "He is naturally busy on a level that we cannot touch..."
Bisi Continent, the original Demonic Alliance Buluk Empire, southeast, Yellowstone Mountains.
The Yellowstone Mountains were the most barren and desolate territory of the Buluk Empire. It was also the direct territory of the royal family in the early years, so it was not entrusted to ordinary nobles. In the past, as long as they could not think of this place, no one of the Buluk royal family would ask for it.
Trouble... because the Yellowstone Mountains are also a place of exile within the royal family.
There are always exceptions, and Duke Swice Hepburn spent half of his teenage years here. His father owned a castle and a manor deep in the mountains, which was the entire inheritance he left to the Duke.
One third. So today, Duke Swice is going to hold a wedding here.
When all the nobles and royal families were being hunted by the Sibyans, it was difficult for others to imagine the scene of this wedding... The quaint and old manor was carefully repaired, and ornamental plants were placed in the garden. In the temporarily expanded hall,
The number of guests was very small, but their manners were extremely standard. Even the servants and guards were dressed meticulously. But under the festive attire, people without exception wore another kind of attire, a heavy-colored attire.
There is still a quarter of an hour before the wedding starts.
Outside the gate of the manor, six guards looked at the road with calm expressions. The family crests on their bodies were brand new, and their ceremonial swords were polished. The leader was the leader of the Duke's personal guard, Anemia. The Duke said that if today is destined to happen,
If something happens, it must happen before the wedding begins. So this gang member decided to come in person. This is responsibility and dignity.
As for the final fate of the Duke and himself, there is actually no difference, because the Sibian army entered the Yellowstone Mountains yesterday, and they are two regiments of personal guards. They are one hundred and twenty miles away from the manor, and one day they will find
The one who came to the door... He just didn't want the Duke's wedding to be disturbed. Even if the most ferocious dragoon came, Anemia would fight to the death.
Faintly, the sound of horse hooves could be heard.
"Sir, here are two horses." Among the guards, the werewolf with particularly keen hearing said, "The speed is very slow and the load is not much."
"I know." Anemia hesitated, "Get your troops in order and pay attention to my orders."
Today's guests all evacuated to the manor with the Duke. Although they did not deliberately conceal the news, other nobles would not come here to die, right? Two horses? It doesn't seem like they are looking for trouble.
The sound of horse hooves became clearer, and two leisurely knights appeared at the corner of the road. The one on the left was wearing a silver-white windbreaker and was riding a white horse without any trace of color; while the one on the right was wearing black horses from head to toe.
.
The anemic heartbeat suddenly accelerated because he saw a few strands of hair floating on the side of the knight's hood on the right... black! Different from any other color of black!
He suspected that he was dazzled, but when he focused again, he saw a pair of black eyes!
"Reporting to the Duke, Target No. 1 has appeared." Anemia's voice became hoarse, "The guard formation will not be launched. If I don't take action, no one can take action."
That's what he said, but in front of such a person, in front of Cohen Keda, is there really a chance for him to take action? Anemia didn't know, but he was unwilling to get out of the way without saying a word. So he walked to the middle of the door,
A formal courtesy was observed for the visitor.
He couldn't look directly into the black eyes hidden under the hood, so he looked at another knight. His expression was calming and his eyes were very kind. Anemia even felt that this knight was slightly better than his own duke in terms of manners.
"This is the Hepburn family estate." Anemia said, "May I ask what your visit is?"
"Guess." Black Windbreaker said lazily, while White Windbreaker smiled helplessly.
Anemia naturally petrified in place... Even if Cohen Keda restrained all the pressure, it was still very difficult to stand in front of him. It was already remarkable that Anemia could stand and speak. The other guards who realized the identity of the visitor, not only
He was helpless and his body was shaking violently.
"I guess you are here to cause trouble." The Duke's calm voice sounded from the gate, resolving the dilemma of the guards.
"Oh, the handsome groom has appeared." The black trench coat laughed, and got off the horse in a strange and arrogant manner, "I said, your clothes are not very good, there are too many embroidery patterns, the lace is too hard, and there are no accessories.
Wipe it clean..."
"I'm sorry for hurting your eyes, but it's already very rare to prepare a dress when supplies are running out." Duke Swice disapproved, "Where is your gift?"
"You said you're done with me, so why don't you give me a gift? Do you think Camp Crazy Wolf is a person with no memory?" Black Windbreaker said in surprise, "I brought my friends here for sightseeing, but I didn't expect today
There is really a wedding here! This is my friend, you can call him..."
However, before he could finish speaking, Duke Swice had already walked up to the white trench coat and solemnly performed the court salute: "Your Majesty, Fichet Charmaier, it is a great honor to meet you."
"Duke Swish Hepburn, bless your wedding, your wife and your family." Fishette took off his hood, revealing his face and smile, "I hope you don't mind interrupting me."
"Distinguished guest, of course I don't mind." The Duke glanced at someone, "In fact, I also understand your helplessness."
"Don't you find it troublesome to be polite?" Someone completely ignored the hidden words attacking him, "Where is the bride? I can't wait to see the bride! If you don't lead the way, I will go in by myself!"
"The guests are all in the auditorium." Swice turned around and said, "Please follow me."
The manor is not big, and not far from the main door is the main building. There is no one at the small round table in the hall, and the guests who have been prepared are standing by the carpet, greeting the uninvited guests with cold expressions... Siwes
The Duke claimed that it was the crazy wolf of Camp who came.
They looked at Mr. Crazy Wolf with extremely complicated eyes. In fact, everyone was stupid, and no one knew what attitude and excuses to use to face this visitor.
Sir Crazy Wolf had no intention of greeting others and entered the auditorium as if he was not seeing anything. On the way, he also grabbed two pieces of barbecue and a glass of fruit wine. But in the auditorium, his behavior was much more normal, because the Duke's mother was present, and he even really
Gifts were taken out, of course just for the two brides... Shania Gironde and Ellie Fran.
It was a chaotic scene, because someone's gift was very strange. It was actually a book made of gold and inlaid with precious stones, which were called "Ninety-nine Ways to Whip Your Husband" and "Taming the Beast".
In comparison, Fichet's gift was very normal and contained a real sense of blessing and aristocratic demeanor. It was sixteen docile monster cubs, four double-driving carriages, and a group of hounds.
Then, the idlers retreated, and there were only three men left in the auditorium. The person responsible for serving them was the new housekeeper of the Siwes family, who was also a female noble conferred by the first emperor of the Xilihuala Empire on the Jiliguala continent... Translated,
She should be the first countess in the original demon alliance to be granted the title of Spia.
The lovely little maid in Cohen's memory was as soft and beautiful as before, but her eyes were no longer shy and green, and those memories were replaced with a calm and gentle one.
After sitting down, Duke Swice spoke first, but the first sentence had nothing to do with him: "How is the matter?"
"You can't imagine the process, and the results are hard to predict." Cohen said with a smile, "But all in all, the situation is very good. There will be no tyrannical gods flying around in the future, and people will not need to kill each other for the will of others."
"I think you've decided how to deal with me?" Picking up the wine glass, Duke Swice felt a sense of relief.
"I have already been to Ulysses' place." Cohen put away his serious expression, "Ulysses was more impatient. He even wanted to hang himself from the beam before I could go there. The result was naturally shameful.
He failed. As punishment, his current residence has become very small, and all his immediate family members and all the tribesmen who have profited from him have been imprisoned for life."
"Why are you telling me this?" Swice asked calmly.
"Of course, it saves you from asking around. The resistance group you command will be more powerful than the one formed spontaneously now." Cohen said, "Choose one of the two, go out and work for Sibia, or secretly work for Sibia. Are you willing?"
Which one to choose?”
"Isn't it the same overtly and covertly?" Duke Swyth smiled, "I'm willing to hear the second option."
With a pop, a glove was thrown on the table by Cohen: "This glove has been stained with blood today. I don't want to do it again, do you understand?"
"I understand, but I still want to hear it." Siwei said without moving his brows, "Go ahead!"
"Let me tell you!" Fichet, who was sitting next to the two of them, leaned forward, "Duke, actually we won't force you to do things for Sibia, but some of Sibia's next actions must not be tolerated.
Interference. You should have received the news that the north and south of the mainland will each establish a joint parliamentary system that is higher than the empire, reduce the number of standing armies, and prohibit all forms of war in the short term."
"Sibia has many advantages." Siwes said firmly, "Don't expect me to do anything. In fact, I can't do anything."
"You are really stubborn." Cohen frowned, "You are willing to give up two beautiful brides?"
"Go and tell them in front of them if you can." Duke Swice did not back down. "Letting you enter the manor is just a courtesy. It does not mean that I will forgive you for what you have done. Although the manor is small, I am the owner here.
!”
"Well, since you insist so much, I won't talk nonsense." Cohen put a pile of letterheads on the table, "This is a wedding gift from Mad Wolf to you. I hope you can understand its meaning."
At a cursory glance, this stack of letterheads contained a gift note, a warrant, and a title deed. However, Sweetan picked it up in confusion, only to find that the content inside was very complicated...including the land of the manor and the castle, and part of the Yellowstone Mountains that had been entrusted.
To the Duke's new housekeeper, the lady who is serving everyone next to you.
Based on the Duke's knowledge of the Sbia Alliance, such a large fiefdom is simply unimaginable for a countess.
What's even more bizarre is that a royal order clearly stipulates the countess's highest judicial power and immunity in her fief. In other words, the countess can have weapons appropriate to the fief, and no weapons from Sbia are allowed to enter.
The countess’s fiefdom. Otherwise, the countess can file a complaint with the Holy Cathedral... Half a year later, the Holy Cathedral will set up a branch next to the manor.
"Holy temple?" Siwes frowned.
"Yeah, it's the kind of organization that does things for ordinary people but makes someone take the blame. When nothing happens, a group of people pray all day long and it annoys people." Cohen nodded, "I hope you will hold the wedding in the hall next time. After all, the ceremony
It’s free.”
Lord Crazy Wolf's real gift list includes the following items...a small transport fleet, a registered mercenary group, three shops in Foxburg, one shop in the nearby city, one hotel in the city, and two large farms.
As well as a large number of daily necessities, including food, clothing, housing and transportation, it even includes children's tutors recognized by the alliance.
"What do you mean?" Swice didn't understand. If Cohen wanted him to die, there would be no need to go to such trouble. Just like dealing with Ulysses, it could be solved with just a few words. However, Mad Wolf's gift list was full of weirdness.
the breath.
"With your smart mind, you should be able to understand." Cohen replied calmly, "You are the best at analyzing intelligence."
Siwes was silent, because he understood what this meant... The shops and transportation teams were used to transport daily necessities for himself, and the mercenary group carried out supervision and transportation protection; nearby farms could provide him with basic daily necessities; as for carriages and
To the hotel, I can only use these four carriages to travel in the future, and the farthest distance is the city where the hotel is located.
The Duke is almost certain that he will be restricted to this not-so-small area in the future. As a loser, it is already very good to receive such treatment. But what is the six-month period?
"...Duke, you should know that no matter how the world evaluates him, he is not bloodthirsty. Even if he is a hostile noble, he does not want to kill them all." The person who answered the question for Duke Swice was Fichet, "Northern
The resistance organizations in China are relatively well-organized and their actions are steady and do not require special arrangements. But in the south, the fate of these people is very worrying."
"So, will my place become a refuge?" Swice understood, "And only for half a year?"
"Everyone is very busy. No one will pay attention to this place within half a year." Fichet said. "After half a year, if someone can arrive at your manor, no one will ask. But I am sure that you have the ability to do it during this time."
We will bring most of the people here."
"Aren't you afraid that these people will gather together?" Swice said, "They will never give in, they will definitely resist."
"Resistance will keep the regime alive," Fischette said. "Maybe one day, your resistance will be supported."
"With all due respect, this kind of paradise is very humane, but too idealistic." Siwes shook his head, "No matter how gorgeous the palace is built on the sand, it will collapse. Even if you give me a large territory and a lot of privileges, it will collapse.
It doesn’t help matters.”
"I know, and I know you know." Cohen was not surprised, "So I can only give you three years. After three years, everything will depend on your means."
"Three years?" Swice asked in confusion, "Why three years?"
Cohen smiled but did not answer, but there was too much hidden in his eyes.
"Okay." Duke Swice understood, and he was a little excited. "Your gift cannot be refused. What do I have to pay?"
"Live a good life." Fichet stood up, looked into the other person's eyes and said, "Go on and live a happy life."
This weird but normal answer made the Duke stand up. He was a little flustered and showed his private emotions for the first time today: "You...you...if something happens, will the mad wolf come back?"
"My friend." Cohen at the window turned around and performed a courtesy he had never seen since Swice knew him, an aristocratic courtesy full of pride and humility. Then, he raised his black pair of
eyes, and said softly to him: "Goodbye."
The prince was speechless.
Three people were talking in the auditorium, and a group of people, including Swice's bride, were waiting outside. Although the atmosphere was tense and depressing, no one came near the door until a guard approached and reported that the guest's horse was missing.
"It disappeared in the blink of an eye. Really, I only blinked." The guard was extremely ashamed, but no one blamed him.
"What are you doing mysteriously!" Shania Gironde rushed forward fiercely and pushed open the closed door. The people behind also rushed forward, but they only saw the Duke standing by the balcony, frowning.
He was wrinkled and still holding a stack of documents in his hand.
It was obvious that the guests had disappeared as suddenly as they had arrived.
The music urging guests to take their seats has already started playing leisurely.
Amidst the leisurely ringing of bells, under the warm sunshine, and in the distant mountain col, an abstract clay figurine is being born.
A pair of small hands and a pair of big hands were carving out eyes and shaping a nose for the clay figurine. When the evil face gradually appeared, the little princess Qinlun raised her muddy little hands high, and crisp laughter rang out.
"That's not what I look like." Someone's dissatisfied voice came from not far away, "I'm much more handsome than this clay figurine!"
"I think it's just the opposite." A stern face turned around, "This clay figurine is much more pure than you."
"I said, don't start arguing as soon as we meet!" Fichet picked up Qin Lun and said helplessly to the two of them, "Mr. Crow, please talk to me!"
"Mr. Fichet, why should I talk to this guy who coerces me to threaten the Mother Goddess and coerce me to deceive the ancient will?" Crow said with a cold face, "Putting the sword on the neck of the source of life, am I going to do it afterwards?
Is it very comfortable? I don’t have to apologize to the other incarnations? Does he think it’s okay if he just smiles? No need to apologize!”
"Oh, when will the injustice be repaid..." Someone didn't apologize at all, "We must look at the future with optimism!"
"The future?" Crow asked indifferently, "I don't see any difference in this future."
"You can't see the change, that's the real value." Someone said with a proud look on his face, "Starting from the Mother Goddess, Bisi creatures have not been normal. Regardless of good intentions or bad intentions, there are strong traces of human manipulation. This is
You should admit it. And what I have to do is to eliminate this kind of human manipulation for them and reflect it to the reality level, that is, take care of you and take care of yourself."
"What's the benefit?" Crow said disdainfully, "Without manipulation? Will they be happy and stop fighting?"
"Of course not, they will still have misfortune and pain, and even war, but this will be the result of them following their own will." Cohen said, "I gave them the opportunity to choose, and I also gave them the certainty of suffering the consequences. I
Let them understand that no one or God will pay for what they do... In this way, they can learn to treat freedom and choice cautiously and rationally, which they must learn."
"In other words, the world in the future will still be strict?"
"Ah...Actually, the above are all official languages."
"official language!"
"If you don't speak the official language, there will be no fun in the subsequent conversation." Cohen smiled, "Why do people look forward to the future? That's because the future is uncertain and full of changes. Determined and intelligent people can change on their own, and confused people can change themselves.
Eggs can also be attached to the changes caused by others. I don't know if what I did is right, because I can't influence everyone's thoughts, I can only wait for their decision."
"Who knows about the future of the world? Maybe if I take a nap occasionally, things will change... Life must have ups and downs to be thrilling and meaningful! You have to remember that if you keep the green hills, you won't be afraid of not being there anymore.
Firewood; you can eat and fight, everything is possible!"
"So, you really hope things will change?"
"Change is inevitable and will not be influenced by my wishes. As a frank person like me, I will naturally not mess around..."
"Are you honest? You don't mess around? Is there anyone more hateful than you?" After going around and around, the crow returned to the inner struggle, "Is this why you are acting in front of the ancient will and the mother goddess?"
"Of course the more realistic things like acting are, the better. Do you really have to die to be happy? Come on, let's go. I'll treat you to Brooke's special snacks as an apology, right? It's very delicious!"
The crow's face finally showed signs of relaxation.
"Snacks?" A cold snort came from the forest, "I'm afraid you won't be able to eat it!"
The words that came from far away were said in a very harsh and arrogant tone. Everyone turned their heads and looked at the place where the sound came from in shock.
During the chatter, a group of people gathered around. They were dressed in various costumes, including soldiers from Sbia, local people, and some who didn't know how to describe them.
"It's them! Master Sbia, it's them!" A wretched-looking man dressed as a farmer was shouting, "Look, the little girl is wearing a trimmed gauze skirt! The three of them also have weapons with precious stones! It's a great time.
Squatting in the valley and making clay figures, they must be the remnants of the nobles!"
"Well done! You are really weird." The soldier in the Sibia military uniform raised his head and took three steps forward like a marshal. "In the name of the Emperor of the Sibia Alliance, I order you to hand over your weapons and surrender immediately.
...Otherwise, hey hey hey!"
"Yes, sir, you see, this dress can be sold for at least ten gold coins!" The wretched farmer rubbed his hands and said, "My Lord's dress is more expensive. I heard that many military lords in Sibia are buying it and saying that they want to take it back.
As a souvenir!"
"Nonsense! What kind of acquisition? Those are seizures, they are all going to be burned." The soldier turned his face, his eyes radiating greed, "You all, take off your clothes for me! Be careful, I will peel them off if you dare to damage them.
Your skin!"
"Is this what Sibia's soldiers look like?" The crow glanced at the other party, just like a morning bird looking at bugs.
"It's inevitable that the occupying forces will act recklessly!" Someone spread out his hands in embarrassment, "You have to be merciful and merciful!"
"You! It's you!" Soldier Sbia stretched out his finger, "Take off your black hair hood and magic crystal eyepieces! You are committing a felony of blasphemy!"
"I blasphemed your whole family!" Soldier Sibia received a loud slap in the face, and his body flew out. Then there was a crackling sound, and everyone's bodies flew into the air, dragging a long scream, and fell dancing.
Entering the woods... However, a beam of flame flew high into the sky and exploded with a "pop" sound.
"It's really a signal from Sibia." Fichet clicked his tongue, "It's really foresight to arrange the resistance..."
"What are you doing standing still?" Someone shouted, "Run!"
"Why are you running?" Crow asked seriously, yes, who are you? Why are you running? Are you afraid of these little minions with almost zero combat power?
"Because, your power has been sealed by me, and the power of all of you has been sealed by me! And I will not appear here." Someone answered him seriously, "Otherwise, those people will cause trouble for me!
"
"That's just the official language you speak..."
"Well, if you get caught, you'll have to endorse it!" Before Crow could finish his words, Cohen had already dragged him away, "Run!"
As a result, the three figures disappeared away from the dust.
"Catch them! Catch the remnants of the nobles! Catch them, there will be heavy rewards!"
Behind him, there was a large group of pursuing soldiers who were shouting and neighing.