Seeing this young man with short silver hair and a white rose on his chest, Mayfield I always felt that his temperament seemed familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before, but after thinking about it carefully, he could not recall who he was.
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"My name is Isaac," the young man said with a smile, "I am the son of Lord Shabaid."
Lord Chabaid?
There is no such person in Mayfield I's memory.
However, after all, he was the conqueror of this country, not its original owner - he could not remember clearly how many minor nobles the previous king had conferred.
So, seeing the young Isaac Chabaid taking the initiative to show his courtesy, Mayfield I naturally accepted it happily.
Prior to this, those who were willing to stand by Mayfield I's side and fight for him were either commoners with poor families and no one to rely on, or they were in political trouble and urgently needed to express their loyalty to the new king.
The Isaac Chabaid in front of him looked polite and extraordinary, which made Mayfield I secretly happy. He personally presided over his initiation ceremony and appointed him to the Dark Temple at lightning speed.
The new priest.
…………
at the same time.
In an inn next to the streets of Fort Greyhawk, Alan York, wearing a hood and a black cloak, was standing by the window of a room on the second floor of the inn, quietly observing what was going on outside the window.
This inn is not close to the square where King Mayfield I recruited priests, but every scene that happened in the square could clearly fall in Allen's eyes.
The sunlight slanted down the window, illuminating half of Allen's face.
He just stood there expressionless, like a motionless statue, with no emotion at all visible on his face.
It wasn't until King Mayfield I personally presided over the initiation ceremony for the "Lord's son Isaac Chabaid" that Allen's lips slightly raised, revealing a faint smile.
Allen knew that the prey had taken the bait.
Perhaps in the eyes of Mayfield I, a native of Payne's plane, gods are aloof and never pay attention to mundane things. It is impossible for them to stoop down and care about such seemingly trivial matters with mortal ants.
But the God of Darkness is obviously different.
He is a vengeful god.
He is also a god who pays special attention to the power of faith.
Just as Allen was looking out the window and contemplating, there was suddenly a "dong dong dong" knock on the door outside the room.
"Come in." Allen said calmly.
After he finished speaking, Vann Igneel carefully pushed open the door and came to Allen's side with his head lowered. He bowed to Allen and said:
"I've seen the messenger."
Allen did not pay attention to him immediately, as if he had not heard what Van En said at all, and still looked out the window expressionlessly.
Seeing that Allen did not answer immediately, Vann Igneel did not dare to urge him. He just stood quietly about two steps behind him and looked out the window with him - as if the scenery outside the window was extremely attractive.
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I don’t know how much time passed, but Allen finally said leisurely:
"Fan, if I remember correctly, you and the current King Mayfield of Castle Greyhawk are best friends?"
"It was once, my lord." Fann replied without thinking.
"once?"
Allen's tone was obviously asking questions knowingly.
Upon hearing this, Van En understood that this unfathomable messenger was quietly testing his loyalty to the Dark Temple again.
Fann was not surprised by this.
Today, when Delphi, the high priest of the Dark Temple, told him, "The Messenger wants to see you," Fann could probably guess that the Messenger must have something important to tell him.
So Vann replied very simply: "My friend is the young and promising Iron-Blooded Grand Duke back then, not the current King Mayfield who is blinded by power."
"Power is indeed sugar-coated poison," Allen said in a flat tone. "It often makes people become what they hate most."
Fan En didn't know why the messenger wanted to discuss such a down-to-earth, worldly topic with him, but he still nodded obediently.
There was another brief silence after that.
The gentle breeze blew Allen's cloak, making a slight "rustling" sound.
It wasn't until the sun began to show signs of setting and the crowd in the square began to gradually disperse that Allen finally spoke.
As soon as these words came out of his mouth, Fann was shocked.
All I heard Allen said was: "If I hand this Payne plane into your hands, will you, like Mayfield I, fall into the quagmire of power and lose your original intention?"
"What? The entire plane of Pain?"
Fan En was so surprised that he almost screamed, but in the end, out of awe for the messenger, he suppressed his shock and did not dare to shout out.
Then Allen continued: "Delphi should have told you that we came here from another dimension and will eventually leave. After we leave, we need someone to inherit our flag on the plane of Payne.
Continue to spread the faith of the Dark God and lead the followers of the Dark Temple.
"Delphi recommended you to me.
"He said that Vann Igneel is a sensible person - although he is still a little green now, he will never do anything that goes against his conscience.
"I hope Delphi is right."
Vann obviously didn't expect Delphi to evaluate him like this.
He lowered his head and said humbly without thinking: "The high priest thinks too highly of me. I'm worried that I will live up to his expectations."
Hearing his words, Allen chuckled and said: "There is a first time for everything, no matter what, you have to try it. In addition, I believe in Delphi's vision."
If Allen's words before were indifferent and distant, like a god who did not eat the fireworks of the world, then his current tone was mixed with a hint of ridicule and a smile, as if he had returned to the human world again.
At the same time, Vann also noticed that Allen's eyes turned deep black at some point, and the branches of a potted plant in the house began to grow rapidly visible to the naked eye.
Stretch, circle, wrap...
In just a few minutes, the branches of this dwarf plant suddenly grew as tall as a person and twisted into a dark scepter, glowing with a deep luster under the sunlight.
"Father of all living beings..."
Seeing this miraculous scene, another name for the God of Darkness appeared in Fan's mind unconsciously.
Then, he solemnly knelt down on one knee in front of the messenger of the God of Darkness, and took over the heavy scepter and the heavy responsibility with both hands.