I have a long-lived pawn shop.

The silver liquid slid into Wei Xi's throat.

It was cold at first, then turned hot. The hot things melted, and they melted into a sticky, hot, and bright-as-day platinum strand, flowing into every blood vessel of Wei Xi.

During the long wait, the white-hot pain that threatened to melt and crush her nerves almost became a dream.

Wei Xi wasn't sure if she was trembling, because apart from the pain, she could no longer feel her body, and her soul seemed to be floating outside.

In this very strange state, her soul opened its eyes and what she saw was no longer the magnificent greenhouse garden, but countless scattered points of light.

Deep inside, there are bright lights of different colors, but unfortunately, those lights have lost all their energy and are dim and disordered. Instead, they are replaced by precisely meshed gears. As the gears turn, the consciousness is filled with grand echoes like an illusion.

Wei Xi let out a breath, closed his eyes, and controlled himself to retract his inspiration.

This was not an easy task, but Wei Xi's progress was faster than she expected. In a moment, she opened her eyes again and returned to the reality she was familiar with.

A silver light flashed in her eyes.

"How do you feel? What did you see?" The emperor's tone was still calm, and it seemed that he was well aware of the abnormality in Wei Xi's body.

"A lot of light, a lot of gears." Wei Xi looked down at his body and didn't find anything unusual.

She looked up and looked around. "I saw some light spots gathering at your location." She pointed to three locations in the greenhouse. "There are some in these places, too, but not as many or as bright as where you are."

Wei Xi had a guess about this phenomenon. She believed that the light she saw was a remnant of the era of gods. The spiritual baptism technology of the Holy See could apply these remnants and endow qualified people with a variety of abilities.

The emperor is naturally protected by powerful psychics, but judging from the density of light, the old man in front of him is the strongest one.

"You did very well, Abigail." Emperor Odin's tone became a little kinder.

Wei Xi's performance confirmed to him that she not only had the qualifications, but also had very good qualifications. You know, when he had his first psychic baptism, the control time and difficulty were several times that of Wei Xi, and he did not take it lightly - although his was permanently solidified, and Wei Xi's was only temporarily opened.

"The secret medicine can only last for half a day. The formal ceremony must be carried out in the Holy See. You are qualified to do this."

Wei Xi listened quietly and suddenly smiled.

When she smiled, she looked very young, as if she was still a little girl, which reminded Odin of the high-spirited young man he was back then. He felt a little regretful, not much, just a little bit. With this little regret, he continued:

"But, Abigail, this selection is different from the previous ones. After all, what everyone wants now is an angel who can truly bring victory."

Wei Xi knew that the highlight was after the "but", so she blinked her eyelashes lightly, as if making a request, but also with a kind of quiet earnestness, which was quite bold.

Emperor Odin's expression was a little complicated at this moment. It was the first time that Wei Xi saw real hesitation on his face. After a moment, he spoke again.

"The empire needs an angel now more than ever before. We can quietly wait for the angel to appear, but there is a safer way - to artificially create an angel. Therefore, the Imperial Conference passed a cooperation plan between the army and the Church."

"This plan is called [Sinful Saint Xila]."

"It's a great plan." Wei Xi sounded like he was praising a work of art. The answer was so good that Emperor Odin had no way to question it or ask a question in return. He could only smile helplessly.

"You don't know what this means, my girl." Emperor Odin knocked on the hardwood with his knuckles, and Wei Xi heard a rustling sound, like rain falling on the grass in the distance, but she soon realized that the sound came from the bushes not far from them.

Soon, a doe emerged from the waist-deep leaves and kicked the ground vigilantly with its hooves. Wei Xi had the chance to brush past its head, but it was wary and refused to get close to Emperor Odin.

Someone created a wind to rustle the bushes, and the doe turned away. The wind then shook the pure white shadow of Emperor Odin, with a hint of gold coming from the symbol of imperial power on his head. He looked at the bushes and said, "Before the plan ends, a group of nameless girls will be thrown into the battlefield. They will be kept in captivity like this deer, competing for the title of the only "Sira."

"Everyone has the qualifications but no psychic power. After years of experiments at the Perpetual Motion Research Institute, it was confirmed that the blank girl's body is the best container for the god's relics."

"Abigail, I can provide you with preliminary preparations so that you don't have to worry about anything, but you should have the determination and courage to step into the battlefield and win it all." Emperor Odin asked back in a declarative tone.

Wei Xi subconsciously looked at the oak desk further away. There was a letter on the pile of documents, and the golden wax easily transformed into the Caffa family crest in her mind. She opened her mouth and read the name on the cover: "Sariel."

"I will get it." Wei Xi whispered, looking up at the emperor. The sunlight reflected on her black irises, like two flames. "I will get it, Your Majesty."

"Okay." The emperor said, stretching his legs, taking the letter and placing it on the table in front of Wei Xi. "Take this, and you will officially have the admission ticket. In two days, go to the Vatican, and someone will take you to where you should go."

Wei Xi held the letter.

For a moment, a comfortable silence fell between them. The vibrating music coming from afar even covered up the rumors and transactions that might have taken place between the clinking of glasses and the passing of people below.

When the servant realized the time limit and brought them a pot of new tea, Emperor Odin waved his hand to indicate that it was not necessary and got up and left.

He walked down the long staircase, and the guards and attendants retreated from each floor. Wei Xi stood up after him. The emperor said, "Go and find the child who came with you just now."

"Bring him back and take him away."

They stayed in the Amber Palace long enough. It was almost noon, the sun was shining brightly, and Babylon high in the sky seemed to be forgotten in the corner of time.

The overly bright sunlight cast dark spots in front of Wei Xi's eyes. She stood where she was and watched the emperor go away, as if she was covering up, but also as if she was making some kind of blatant declaration.

The servants gathered around her and pressed the button for the elevator to go down.

……

Philip Sarohil had never felt so close to death.

Even in the basement of Monti's house, he was sure that he could survive because he was useful to Count Monti. However, the emperor would not show mercy to his men, and he would crush them like an insignificant ant.

Even with the Pope's protection, Rosalina died under his nose, otherwise his father would not have packed him up and thrown him to Lendim so quickly, and as for Abigail, he was not sure whether Abigail would come to save him.

Because of the emperor's sudden intervention, their previous deal gradually became less attractive to Abigail, even to the point of being dispensable.

If Emperor Odin had summoned Count Monty later, Philip would at least have a big bargaining chip in his hand to negotiate with Abigail.

And now...

Now he can only hope for a glimmer of hope.

While I was daydreaming, I heard the sound of heavy footsteps outside the door.

Philip, who had never been untied, clenched his fists and his breathing became a little rapid.

The next second, the door of the room opened, and the girl in the goose yellow skirt stood at the intersection of light and shadow. Half of her fair face was hidden in the darkness, and her golden veil covered her cold black eyes.

The black and white checkered floor met under her feet, like two magnificent colors interweaving into a magnificent river, and as clear as the boundary between Chu and Han.

"Philip Sarohil, I'm here to take you back."

"..."

Philip stared at the light and suddenly felt that his brain was going blank.

It even took him several seconds to regain his heartbeat and voice, and several more seconds to calm his tone, trying to make it sound the same as usual, and said as lightly as possible: "I thought you were not coming back."

Wei Xi watched him walk over, not missing the unusual blush on Philip's face. She thought for a moment and said, "His Majesty the Emperor agreed to let me take you away. Besides, I won't treat breaking a promise as a common occurrence."

She openly told the news of the covenant in the palace, and the steward and guards behind her did not change their expressions. After Wei Xi showed her talent, His Majesty the Emperor tacitly gave her the greatest freedom.

There is no doubt that this is the most favorable future that Wei Xi has ultimately achieved through countless simulations in her brain. She has such a talent, so she naturally wants to use it to achieve her goal.

"That sounds reasonable." Philip, who knew he would not die for the time being, asked tentatively, "How long do you plan to keep me? You won't keep me forever, will you?"

"Don't worry, I will release you before your father leaves office or dies."

Sure enough, the scene when she stood in the crowd like a pure luminous body was an illusion. Abigail's cold, gloomy and scheming expression was real at this moment. Philip breathed a sigh of relief for some reason.

Philip followed Wei Xi out, and a whole team of royal guards showed no intention of stopping him.

Walking in the palace of the Empire of Kaffa, Philip had the illusion that the corridor under his feet seemed to have no end.

Whether it was the velvet carpet underfoot or the dark-patterned brocade covering the side walls and ceiling, under the illumination of the twig crystal chandelier, they were all luxurious and dazzling deep red, tightly wrapping the upper and lower parts and left and right.

The entire corridor was like a huge scarlet, choking mouth, silently opening up and swallowing everyone. And Abigail was the only one who could lead him out.

When Philip left the main building and stood in the courtyard, he was still a little unbelievable. He couldn't help but look at Abigail and then look behind him. He couldn't believe that he came out unscathed.

Wei Xi knew what he was thinking, but she didn't care. Tools don't need to care. She was just thinking about her own talents.

Prophecy has always belonged to the field of mysticism. In the eyes of people who believe in determinism, the future is determined by the past. As long as all the influencing factors of an event are known, a definite result can be obtained through the laws.

Wei Xi's talent enables her to reverse this process. She sees the future she wants and then completes the conditions required to achieve that future, making it countless times easier.

She will be able to do more in the future. Wei Xi smiled and got into the car they came in.

The palace gate with relief carvings slowly opened, and colorful flame patterns gradually rose between the silver-blue flags.

The lanterns hanging under the terrace and in front of the corridor were exactly the same as the ones Wei Xi saw when he came here. Occasionally, the wind blew a little faster, causing the bells at the bottom of the lanterns to ring crisply.

The emperor assigned a team to protect the safety of Monty's residence, and Wei Xi accepted it without hesitation. It was meant to be a combination of surveillance and protection. Wei Xi didn't want to be disturbed by too many irrelevant people, so he just said, "Write to your father after you go back, Mr. Sarohil."

"Also, remember to ask the Pope to confirm that my return to Yalai is completely reasonable. Anyone who refutes this may cause our alliance to waver."

It was not just the Pope who was responsible for kicking the Monti family out of Yalai. All the big families were very sensitive about their status in the court and carefully protected it.

Monti's failure was not so much due to a conflict with the Pope as it was because other great nobles found an opportunity to eliminate their competitors. After all, the king had limited confidants, so having one less competitor would definitely be a good thing.

Wei Xi said lightly: "I must not fall down at this moment before achieving my goal."

"So I need an amulet that can help me sleep peacefully."

"His Majesty the Emperor has expressed his opinion, Mr. Sarohill. I hope you can finish your letter quickly." She raised her hand and slowly stroked Philip's hair. His hair was in good shape and his eyes were very beautiful, just like his father, Todrod Sarohill.

Philip's expression looked like there was a nail stuck in the seat. He tried to be as calm as possible: "I know, I'll write it when I get back."

They returned to their old house in Yale. The huge mansion had become mostly deserted in the early years, with only a few traces of its former splendor remaining.

She came back earlier than Sera expected, and the room was not completely tidy.

Serra passed many familiar empty rooms, those dark spaces that had once been the Monti family's reception rooms and libraries.

She walked all the way to the farthest door, knocked symbolically, and pushed it open.

Wei Xi just stood in front of the window, gazing at the spacious old courtyard, his hands resting on the window frame. When he saw Sera, he nodded, but had no intention of speaking.

The head maid had the servants bring in a leather-covered armchair and a low table with shiny walnut curved legs, opened a bottle of fine wine, and filled a bright silver goblet with embossed patterns.

"I think you need this." She took another step outside the house and closed the door with her backhand.

Wei Xi held the cup and drew open the curtains. The dazzling sunlight poured in, shining brightly and hotly on her face.

In fact, she had never lived here. After looking for a long time, her eyes seemed distant and unfamiliar, but she was still looking at it with great persistence.

However, as she watched the servants coming and going in the courtyard for a long time, she seemed to see in her mind many people passing by, talking and laughing, and looking back at her.

She was walking on a battlefield.