He had just dealt with the tough General Benjamin in accordance with Allen's request and was returning to the city lord's mansion to rest.
Seeing Isabella sitting on the steps, staring intently at the drawing board, he couldn't help but smile with relief on his face.
The little girl who always grabbed the hem of his clothes and pestered him to tell stories finally grew into a graceful and refined beauty.
I don’t know which lucky boy can win her favor and marry her back home.
Delphi sighed softly.
He was really reluctant to think that this beautiful girl whom he had always regarded as his own daughter would eventually get married.
only……
Delphi suddenly changed his mind and thought, now is the critical time to revive the Dark Temple. As the high priest, he has a heavy burden on his shoulders. How can he think about these trivial things?
What a sin, what a sin!
At this time, Isabella also noticed Delphi's arrival.
"High Priest, are you here?" she asked softly.
"Yes," Delphi nodded, "I have just completed a task assigned by the envoy, so come here to rest for a while.
"By the way, Isabella, how is your painting of the statue going?"
Hearing this, Isabella couldn't help but pouted: "After two years in the Northern Tribunal, my painting skills have seriously deteriorated. I drew a bunch of scraps, and there is not even a single finished product that I can read."
On weekdays, in front of everyone, Isabella always behaved coldly and indifferently, but also a bit heroic.
Only in front of Delphi would she show such a charming and cute look.
"Don't worry, take your time." Seeing her angry look, Delphi smiled and sat next to her. Like he did many years ago, he reached out and rubbed her head, messing up her head.
Shining silver hair, "I believe that with the kindness and magnanimity of the great God of Darkness, he will not care about these few minutes with you."
Isabella smiled and quietly hid the painting behind her back.
What followed was a brief silence.
A few minutes later, High Priest Delphi stopped smiling and slowly said:
"Isabella, actually, I have been thinking about a question recently.
"Why are we both believers in our Lord and possess the same divine power, but have awakened different abilities?"
Hearing this, Isabella turned her face sideways and took a serious look at him: "Then have you come up with any results?"
To be honest, Isabella herself is very curious about the nature of the power of the gods and the origin of their abilities.
However, because she had been in the dungeon of the Northern Tribunal of the Church of Light, she had to carefully play the role of a vulgar jailer; after being rescued, she had been shadowing the messenger, so naturally she had no time to do further research.
"There is a little bit of speculation, but I can't be sure yet," Delphi thought for a while and replied, "I think that the ability of each of us may represent some kind of desire deep in our hearts.
"Like the fat guy Ariel, he didn't like to use his brain since he was a child, he only liked to beat people with his hands, and he would just act recklessly when he couldn't decide. So the ability he awakened is that he is very strong.
"Another example is that boy Refant. He once wanted to be a legendary killer, so he awakened the ability of 'Phantom Stealth', which allowed him to hide his figure in the dark.
"As for myself...perhaps because I have experienced more, my strongest desire now is to avenge my parents and my teachers, and to crush those priests of the Church of Light to ashes and leave their souls to pieces.
"So I awakened the ability of 'soul annihilation', which can erase a person's soul from its roots, leaving no chance of resurrection."
Isabella put her chin in one hand and sat beside him, silently listening to his story.
After Delphi finished speaking, she nodded with a smile and commented: "It sounds very reasonable."
"This is the most reasonable guess I can think of at the moment." Delphi said, reaching out his hand and trying to touch her head again.
But this time, Isabella ducked away with a smile.
"Okay, let's stop fussing," Delphi stood up and adjusted the robe he was wearing, "You draw slowly first, I have to do my thing. Alas, there are three sermons this afternoon.
I hope I can attract enough new believers to our Lord."
"Well," Isabella nodded, "But High Priest, don't make yourself too hard. I believe that with the kindness and tolerance of the great God of Darkness, he definitely doesn't want you to put yourself in trouble because of preaching.
Tired to death."
Delphi couldn't help laughing when she heard Isabella imitating her own tone and repeating exactly what she just said.
But deep in his heart, he was filled with emotions.
In his impression, Isabella many years ago was an eccentric little girl who liked to act coquettishly.
It’s just that I don’t know when, she quietly became as beautiful, calm, rational, dignified, witty, strong, loyal, and considerate as she is now...
It has all the advantages that girls of this age yearn for.
Or in one word, perfect?
Just like her flawless face, it was so perfect that it seemed unreal?
Thinking of this, Delphi sighed and silently left the hall of the City Lord's Mansion.
He felt a little distressed.
As for Isabella, she still sat there silently, thinking about what Delphi said.
If every believer's extraordinary ability represents some kind of desire deep in their heart...
So what does my "dark illusion" that changes my appearance mean?
What is the purpose of the high priest in telling me these words?
…………
When Allen was standing on the high city wall, concentrating on his thoughts, a man suddenly came to him.
"Sir, please allow me to introduce myself," the man said, taking off his hat in an exaggerated gesture. "My name is Hobuev, the personal advisor of the Iron-Blooded Grand Duke. If I remember correctly, we should meet
Let’s pass by.”
Allen nodded.
He did have an impression of this Hobuev.
In his opinion, this lean figure, pale complexion, and unique vampire-like red eyes looked like an albino weirdo. Anyone who met him would never forget him.
At the same time, when Allen's eyes fell on him, Hobuev began to shiver unconsciously, feeling a fear coming from the depths of his soul.
However, he still mustered up the courage, raised his head, looked directly into Allen's eyes and said:
"Sir, I know you must be worried about the next battle to attack the capital.