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The day before the ladder was lowered, the bishop handed the sword he had finally forged to Fang Ke.

Only then can you take the sword and feel the power of the Golden Crow Wood within it.

Xiu's dark eyes were always looking at her. Fang Ke had only been back from the extremely cold north for three months, but during these three months he had been staying in his own bedroom for further studies and had not had many interactions with him.

Fang Ke was avoiding him, or rather, Fang Ke didn't want to see him.

Xiu thought that this was the last night, and he couldn't help but look at her white and bright face, and said thoughtfully, "Did you encounter something when you were taking the ebony?"

Fang Ke's face was expressionless. The sharp silver sword cast a cold light on her face. Fang Ke said, "I did run into some trouble."

Xiu's face darkened. "What is it? You never told me, and..."

Xiu couldn't help but hold her wrist. The little snake with the bright red mark was still there, which proved that Fang Ke had never used the substitution spell from the beginning to the end.

"Nothing, is there anything else, sir?"

"Philomena..."

Xiu's gaze became even deeper, "...Can I really trust you tomorrow?"

Fang Ke raised his head, his eyes clear and piercing as he looked at him coldly, "You can rest assured about this. My goal is the same as yours."

Xiu didn't say anything. After a long silence, he only let out a deep sigh, "Is that so..."

He could see that Philomena was now completely different from the one she was before she set out to get the ebony. He still remembered the hug from behind and what she said that day.

She said she felt sorry for him and was willing to be the sword in his hand.

But now, he is the only one who remembers it.

This year, Xiu thought of that night more than once, the first time he was hugged by someone, that strange feeling like an electric current running through his heart.

No one knew how shocked he was, how he had spent the past year, and how he had restrained himself from thinking about that soul-electrifying hug over and over again.

Xiu's originally anxious and uneasy heart calmed down the moment he saw her get off the carriage.

But Philomena simply saluted him politely and indifferently, handed him the ebony, and said she would go back to rest.

Facing the crowd, Xiu, the bishop, was unable to stop her and could only watch her thin and graceful figure walking away further and further away.

Three months passed, and he always restrained himself, not crossing the line or doing anything wrong.

But on this day, the mood is still different. The ladder will be lowered tomorrow, and no one knows whether they will be dead or alive tomorrow.

Xiu looked at her at this moment, and instead of turning around and leaving, he said something that even surprised himself.

"Prove it?"

"?"

Fang Ke's expression changed a little, "How are you going to prove it?"

"That's something you should consider."

"?"

Fang Ke then turned and walked into the hall, dismissed his attendants, and said to him, "Then come in."

build:"……"

Xiu didn't think much about it, as he had entered and exited Fangke's bedroom freely before.

But at this moment, looking at Fang Ke, who was only wearing a simple snow-white gauze dress and a coat, he was a little unable to take a step.

It’s so late, what else can we do inside?

But it was only a moment, and Xiu followed her in.

After being promoted to a saint, the bedroom assigned to her is in a better location in the temple. There are gardens and natural hot springs outside the bedroom. The hot spring water comes from the top of the snow-capped mountain.

Only then was he allowed to sit for a while in the garden pavilion, and then the waiters who had come and gone set up a table of vegetarian food and red wine.

Xiu never expected that Fang wanted to have a few drinks with him.

"..."

"Sit down, sir, and have a chat?"

Xiu then sat down.

After three rounds of drinks, Fang Ke's face turned pale. Xiu wanted to remind her not to drink anymore, but Fang Ke suddenly put down her glass and said.

“This world makes me feel suffocated.”

Xiu was slightly stunned, and Fang Ke continued, "If you succeed tomorrow, have you ever thought about how to build a new country, my lord?"

Xiu frowned and shook his head, but said, "I just want to make one thing clear: this world does not need a high and mighty God."

Fang Ke sneered, and Xiu asked her what she was laughing at.

Fang Ke said, "So you mean that we only need to keep the down-to-earth gods?"

"Is there anything wrong with that? Only by going deep into the human world and witnessing the sufferings of the world can we know how to better bestow blessings on all beings and reduce disasters, plagues, and poverty in this world."

Fang Ke just smiled without saying anything, so Xiu asked, "So what do you think?"

"Hmm... my thoughts..."

Fang Ke suddenly stood up, she was a little shaky, Xiu unconsciously stretched out a hand, wanting to support her at the critical moment to prevent her from falling.

Fang Ke smiled and spread out his five fingers, then casually drew a line across the sky in front of him. A light blue phantom appeared in the void.

Xiu Qichu just sat there, thinking that she was drunk and using magic randomly.

The more I looked at the scenes, the more frightened I became. Finally, I stood up and walked to his side.

He couldn't help but ask, "What is this?"

Fang Ke said, "Don't you know that I come from another world? This is my world. What do you think?"

Xiu's eyes were constantly flashing with fantastic images, too many things he had never seen before. He looked at the high-rise buildings lined up one after another, the tall and majestic overpasses, and the vehicles that looked a bit like carriages, speeding past.

He looked at everyone on the street, their faces filled with smiles and hope for life, and saw everyone wearing strange clothes, but happily gathering with friends and family.

Looking at them under the spotlight, dressed in elegant clothes and drinking, every woman stands equally and dazzlingly among the crowd.

Xiu's heart was so shocked at this moment that he was speechless for a moment.

"Philomena..."

"Sir, I actually have another name."

Xiu turned to look at her. Fang Ke also looked at the sky in front of her with nostalgia. She smiled and said, "I've been Philomena for so many years that I almost forgot."

"Actually, my name is Fang Ke."

"Fang Ke..."

Fang Ke suddenly stumbled, Xiu quickly reached out to catch her, and Fang Ke fell headfirst into his arms.

She rested her head on his chest and muttered, "This is the world I want to build: autonomy, equality, civil rights, and the rule of law..."

After she finished speaking, she seemed to fall asleep, leaving Xiu standing there in shock.

Autonomy, equality, civil rights, rule of law...

He seemed to have never heard these words before.

He wanted to wake Fang Ke up and ask her what these words meant, but looking at her sleeping face, he couldn't bear it.

His fingers gently slid across Fang Ke's cheek, and Xiu felt as if he understood the person in his arms even less.

But he thought, they still had time, he could discuss the future with her after the War of the Gods ended tomorrow.

Their lives are long enough to support the moment they see.

Xiu's eyes now cleared up and he was filled with infinite longing.

"Philomena... No, Fang Ke, you really are a treasure."

That night, Xiu felt that Fang Ke gave him the answer he wanted. She really wanted to overthrow the current dictatorship of God and build a new world. She really stood on his side.

Thinking of this, Xiu's heart was filled with joy. Fang Ke brought him all kinds of experiences he had never experienced before.

Xiu did not bring her back to the house, but instead they slept together in the garden under the canopy of the sky.

The starry sky surrounded them and did not disperse, everything was very dreamy.

Xiu had never imagined that just 12 hours later, the Golden Crow Sword he had given to Fang Ke today would pierce into his chest, draining his blood, and all his expectations and hopes would be dashed.

He will never see again the ideal country and future that Fang Ke showed him this night.