After some twists and turns, soldier Heyman had already regarded Isabella as the most terrifying devil and was deeply afraid of her.
Although he was tall and nearly two meters tall, he had been huddled up in a ball that night, staying in the corner farthest from Isabella, not daring to make a single sound. He looked weak, pitiful and helpless.
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He was very afraid that if he angered Isabella again and she turned into a woman again, or even into a sow, the consequences would be disastrous.
Isabella stayed on the other side of the cave, looking at a tall and thick man cowering in the corner, and felt a little ridiculous.
After instructing Heyman to guard the cave door, Isabella could finally take a nap and relax a little.
However, perhaps because she was too tired, when she woke up, it was already the next morning.
It was a sunny, warm and pleasant day.
The sun shines through the branches and leaves of the bushes, illuminating the low cave.
At this moment, she could finally see the cave scene clearly
Soldier Heyman lay stretched out at the entrance of the cave, making slight shouts from time to time. The clothes on his body were dirty, stained with blood, mud and oil, and filled with the smell of sweat. Apparently they had not been washed for several days.
And on the stone slab in the deepest part of the cave, the comatose Lord Messenger was lying there quietly. He was covered with a cloak, his complexion was pale, and his expression was peaceful. He looked like a handsome sleeping prince in a fairy tale, waiting for some brave man.
The princess kissed him awake.
Isabella would feel deeply distressed every time she saw the sleeping messenger.
Isabella clearly remembered that the messenger obeyed her words, and in order to save the high priest Delphi, he had a head-on confrontation with the descending angel Uriel...
"I'm sorry, Master Envoy," looking at the envoy's handsome face, Isabella lowered her head and said silently in her heart, "It's all because I am too incompetent to help you."
However, just when Isabella felt deeply guilty, the soldier Heyman behind her suddenly woke up.
"Miss Isabella, are you sure you don't want to find a doctor for the envoy?" Heyman stood up, stretched, and naturally saw Allen lying on the boulder.
"This is none of your business." Isabella said coldly.
Seeing that he couldn't please him, Heyman immediately shut up.
Last night, Heyman had a nightmare. He dreamed that Isabella turned him into a charming woman and took him to the streets of Castle Greyhawk. The men around him, including his comrades, were all hungry
Staring at him with wolf-like eyes, he pointed at him.
It felt absolutely terrible.
And Heyman believed that with Isabella's devilish style, if he pissed her off, she would definitely do this.
So, Heyman stood obediently in the corner, never daring to take the initiative to talk to Isabella again.
He only dared to move his eyes and watch Isabella wiping the blood on the face of the unconscious messenger.
To be honest, Heyman was still very surprised when he saw the mysterious and powerful messenger lying motionless in the corner like a corpse.
As a soldier under the Iron-Blooded Grand Duke, Heyman undoubtedly participated in the Battle of the Falling Star Plains. He saw a black arch bridge across the sky, and the Messenger and the Iron-Blooded Grand Duke walked side by side in the sky; he also participated in the siege of Salos City.
I saw the Lord Messenger with his bow and arrows ready, and with a strange force, the seemingly indestructible gate of Salos City was instantly turned into liquid.
These scenes once deeply shocked Heyman.
Deep in his heart, he regarded this mysterious messenger as an invincible myth.
As long as the Lord Messenger can stand with them, they will be invincible.
Because of this, when Heyman saw the descending angel wielding a flaming giant sword, he was not panicked at all because the mysterious messenger had not yet taken action.
Once the messenger takes action, the angel will also be defeated.
Hyman's guess was certainly correct.
The only problem was that he didn't expect that the outcome of this battle would be a loss for both sides.
As for why Heyman followed Saint Isabella at night...
Obviously, this is the arrangement of the Iron-Blooded Grand Duke.
In fact, when the entire city of Greyhawk Castle surrendered, High Priest Delphi fell into a coma, and the Messenger did not return for a long time, the Iron-Blooded Grand Duke seemed to have begun to become suspicious of the Dark Temple, and there was a crack in the relationship between the two parties.
While the Iron-Blooded Grand Duke couldn't wait to have his men prepare for his coronation ceremony, he also asked the guards around him to secretly keep an eye on the core members of the Dark Temple, such as Isabella, Ariel, Refant, Sean Derek and others.
, seems to want to take this opportunity to seize the initiative from the Dark Temple.
As a bodyguard of the Iron-Blooded Grand Duke, Heyman was sent to secretly keep an eye on Saint Isabella.
Because the saint has the ability to change her appearance, this task was not easy for Heyman, and he almost lost her when he left the city gate.
Fortunately, it was quiet at night and the battlefield was empty. Heyman did not spend much effort to find the saint again and followed her all the way to the cave.
Then came the nightmare experience last night.
Heyman stared at Allen lying on the rock, and couldn't help but sigh silently in his heart. He only felt that the mysterious envoy was actually just a stronger ordinary person.
The sense of distance and awe that I once felt disappeared instantly.
Even when Isabella, a beautiful girl, knelt beside the stone and took good care of the messenger lying on the stone, Heyman was still a little jealous of the messenger who was enjoying all this peacefully.
Of course, Heyman did not dare to express such thoughts.
After all, although Isabella is beautiful, with long straight silver hair and a tall and straight figure, her temperament is ethereal and ethereal, like an elf in the mountains, but she is an out-and-out devil at heart, a person who can control
A devil who tortures people until life is worse than death.
"Heyman?" At this moment, Isabella suddenly called out to Heyman.
"What do you want from me, Miss Isabella?" Heyman immediately responded respectfully.
"Go out and catch some wild beasts for me," Isabella said calmly, "There is no limit to the number or type, as long as it can fill your stomach. But I will only give you thirty minutes. If you are within the stipulated time,
If I can’t come back, I will”
"Don't worry, Miss Isabella, I will definitely come back in time as you requested!" Heyman was startled, immediately patted his chest, and spoke very fast.
Isabella smiled and shook her head, seemingly amused by his stress reaction.
"Then go and come back quickly!" she said.
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At the same time, inside Castle Greyhawk.
In the past few days, the happiest person in this city is undoubtedly the Iron-blooded Grand Duke Mayfield MacNeil.
King Charles II of the Kingdom of Greyhawk died on the battlefield, and the subjects of Castle Greyhawk surrendered to him. The crown of this kingdom will soon fall on his head.
At the same time, the high priest of the Dark Temple was seriously injured and fell into a coma. The annoying messenger also did not return for a long time. Last night, even Saint Isabella also disappeared.
Among the remaining people, Ariel is foolhardy, Refant lacks experience and experience, and Sean Derek is a pure doctor.
In other words, those who could speak in the Dark Temple were either comatose or missing.
As for Vann Ignir, Delphi’s student…
Please, that's the Duke's own.
The Iron-Blooded Grand Duke had long been fed up with having a messenger by his side, pointing fingers at him all day long, but because he couldn't defeat him, he didn't dare to resist at all.
After losing the shackles of the Dark Temple, the Iron-Blooded Grand Duke finally experienced the rare freedom.
He likes the feeling of being able to make decisions completely according to his own ideas.
In order to reward himself, he ordered his men to renovate the palace in Castle Greyhawk and make it look brand new.
He removed all the gray eagle flags in the city and replaced them with his own bloody battle flag.
In addition, colorful and expensive silk decorations are hung everywhere in Castle Greyhawk, making this city on the hills look like a festival.
The Iron-Blooded Grand Duke explained: "This country has a new monarch, and it will have a new atmosphere."
But if Allen were here, he would definitely complain: "Childish little brat, playing house again."
He was right. The Iron-Blooded Grand Duke was indeed just a little kid under the age of fifteen.
Perhaps he is no less capable than any adult when commanding an army.
But when he stood in the city like a winner, his childlike nature was exposed.
At this moment, the Iron-Blooded Grand Duke finally took off his heavy armor and lay sprawled on a spacious bed in the palace of Castle Greyhawk.
This house was originally the bedroom of King Charles II, but now it has been majestically occupied by the Iron-Blooded Grand Duke.
At this moment, the Duke suddenly heard a knock on the door.
"Who?" he asked loudly, still lying on the bed.
"It's me, Your Majesty the Duke."
The Duke recognized that the voice belonged to Vann Igneel, the son of Marquis Igneel and a student of the high priest Delphi.
"Come in," the Duke ordered, sitting up from the bed and sitting up straight.
Vann Igneel came in, moved a chair and sat opposite the Duke.
"How is the status of High Priest Delphi now?" the Duke asked as soon as he sat down.
"He is still in a coma," Vann replied. "The doctor Sean Derek said that he may not wake up in a short time."
Hearing this, the Iron-Blooded Grand Duke paused for a while, and then continued:
"Fan, tell me, if Delphi dies now, will you be the one who succeeds him as high priest?"
"I don't know," Vann replied, "Delphi has never told me about this. However, according to the past practice of the Dark Temple, the two positions of high priest and saint have always been passed down by teachers and students.
According to legend."
"In this case, there is a high probability that the position of high priest will be yours," the Iron-Blooded Grand Duke paused for a while, and then continued, "Fan, I want to hold a coronation ceremony in three days. But I promised the messenger,
My coronation ceremony must be performed by the clergy of the Black Temple.
"Now, the high priest is unconscious and the saint has disappeared. I hope you are the one who presides over this ceremony."
"But, Your Majesty Duke, I haven't joined the Dark Temple for a long time. Maybe others will not recognize my qualifications."
"Then who else do you think can preside over my coronation ceremony? Ariel, the reckless man who can only swing an axe? Or Sean Derek, the doctor who doesn't care about anything but treating illnesses and saving lives?" The Duke interrupted Vann.
, said with a raised voice.
Fan En was silent for a while, and then he said after hesitating for a long time: "Okay."
"Very good," the Iron-Blooded Grand Duke stood up and patted Fann on the shoulder, "Fann, let me tell you, I have had enough of the people in the Dark Temple for a long time. They relied on their extraordinary abilities to conquer the whole country.
Heaven directs my army and my kingdom and sets various rules.
“They didn’t allow me to increase agricultural taxes, force me to recruit soldiers, build new mansions, and even asked me to give away land to poor residents for free.
"Oh, this is my territory! If I didn't ask for help from them, how could it be their turn to point fingers?"
The Iron-Blooded Grand Duke became more and more excited as he spoke, and his voice kept rising.
Vann Igneel was still sitting in his chair, silently listening to the Duke's words.
"Your Majesty, the Dark Temple may have their reasons for making such a request," Vann raised his head and said calmly, "I think... this should be a mutually beneficial and win-win strategy!"
"Mutual benefit and win-win..." The Iron-Blooded Grand Duke muttered this word silently, and began to pace back and forth in the room, "Mutual benefit and win-win... Vann, Vann, you have only joined the Dark Temple for a few days, how can you be like this?
Are they on the same side?"
"Your Majesty Duke, aren't you and the Black Temple on the same front?"
"Not now," the Iron-Blooded Grand Duke retorted calmly, "and you, Vann Igneel, should also make a choice.
"Me, or the Dark Temple?"
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Papal Circle, Cathedral of Light.
This day is the day when the angel Raphael comes.
Before dawn, all the clergy in the papal domain, including the Pope, the College of Cardinals, bishops, priests, deacons, etc., gathered in the church one after another, waiting for this sacred and solemn moment.
Howard was naturally among the clergy.
He had just arrived in the papal territory a few days ago and had not been appointed to any position yet, but other clergy of the Church of Light treated him with special respect.
The position where he stood at this time was next to the cardinals, which could be said to be the center of attention.
In front of the College of Cardinals, Pope Paul II stood there wearing a divine robe and holding a scepter, responsible for presiding over the ceremony of the advent of the angels.
And further in front, stood a handsome young man.
This man's name is Sebastian, a devout believer in the Church of Light. He voluntarily sacrificed his body as a vessel for the angel to descend.
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