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Trollope Papal State Frontier

Bartholomew felt that more and more frequent pains were gnawing at his flesh and blood.

The young man named Ed left suddenly one day before, and besides that, there was also a shadowy young man who followed him, who was more silent than him.

The knights did not find his body, and after a long journey they finally reached the frontiers of the Trollope Papal States.

The panic of the knights had reached its limit, he had no food, and the iron cage was sprinkled with the blood of poisonous snakes, drop by drop, dripping on his body, covering his skin with a sticky and cold liquid, It gave off a disgusting fishy smell.

This is an ancient but crude way of avoiding curses.

Bartholomew felt the aura of that creature. Aurora hadn't appeared for a long time. After arriving in the Eastern Continent, she kept going south, and had already crossed the plains and mountains. The aura hidden in the darkness, except for the ancient snakes , there is another kind, with a familiar smell, a smell of burning flames, dry and tyrannical, but carefully suppressed, the hunger of ancient creations makes killing intent envelope this land, he feels uneasy, for The body of the unbroken knight, but he could do nothing.

But after arriving at Trollope, he suddenly realized that the breath was concentrated in one place, wandering anxiously in a certain place, slowly and tentatively following them forward, but finally on a certain day, it left in the dark up.

There are the last three knights left.

Creator says

God will leave this barren land,

then

Dragon's refuge;

sleep in darkness

Chaos Exile;

Bright storage;

And the vegetation season is trapped in the long era.

A thin wisp of white mist ignited from Ezesel's fingertips. The mist climbed up, entwined, and melted the letter paper made of expensive monster skins, turning into a burst of grassy fragrance that was not at all strong.

The envelope covered with silver wax was casually thrown on the table, and the young pope had long, pale fingers that seemed to break if he grasped them lightly, gently rubbing the pages of the books on the table.

The ancient text is somewhat vague, and the obscure language is a story that has been passed down for generations, passed down between bards and nobles.

The priest next to him handed a gemstone, but he didn't raise his eyes, the cold touch fell on the palm of his hand, he gently pressed this expensive object containing rich elemental power between his eyebrows, the light of the gemstone dimmed, and then Scattered into dust.

The Pope opened his gray-green pupils, and the mist in them hadn't dissipated. He spoke with a weary hoarseness.

"Lord Ed, I thought you shouldn't have come back like this."

The young man in front of him bowed his knees, his messy and dirty brown hair was soft and dry all the way, and the luxurious and complicated dark purple dress was tied up with silver buckles until his knees, and the snow-white collar dragged him. He looked a little arrogant and handsome when he was silent His face was pretty, but the drooping but trembling eyes revealed his introvertedness and quietness that didn't match his face.

"His Majesty the Pope."

I have already heard Ed Odu III's bad words. As rumored, he is more like an eccentric ranger than a nobleman with the right to inherit. Except for the handsome face given by his blood, he really has nothing to do with him. He gave up his inheritance to become the Duchess of Odu's cousin by any resemblance.

Ezesel Domin VI showed his impatience.

This is the library of the Holy See. The light only shines through the colored windows of the dome, leaving a lonely trace in front of the Pope's table, illuminating this small corner, making the young Pope's eyebrows and eyes seem transparent.

He stood up suddenly, the silver robe that dragged the floor was wrinkled due to his movements, but he didn't care, stepped on the scattered letterheads and book pages, and walked in front of the young man.

"Lord Ed, you don't know."

A cold hand was pressed against the side of his neck. Ed did not raise his head, but he could imagine the young pope bent slightly, with a dull expression, watching one of the most powerful mages in the world who was personally selected by him to complete the oracle.

"Archbishop Laidouinde is a loyal believer, so I also believe in his students. The seat of the Baird Council has been vacant for several epochs, and the hermit family has been passed down from generation to generation but never wants to appear. Only the oracle can make them Meet again."

He stopped suddenly, and an irresistible force grabbed his shoulders. Ed restrained his instinct to resist, and under the power of Ezesel, he was dragged to a bookshelf that reached the dome everywhere in this library. forward.

The young pope gathered his five fingers together, the priest quietly withdrew, and even the last ray of light projected from the colored windows of the dome was blocked, and then, a light cluster lit up between his palms, and Ai Ze felt the pure temperature, like bathing In the garden full of Bellamias, the sky is blue, and light and kindness pour down.

He was in a trance for a moment, and then the scene changed.

He appeared in a long corridor that seemed to have no end.

Huge wooden doors engraved with the emblem of the Holy See lined up on both sides of the promenade, without any lighting items, and the bright elements floated on all the walls and zenith as far as the eye could see, making this place as bright as day.

Ezethel pushed open a door.

"The prophet of the Fett people passed away, she exhausted the last prophecy, and the person who appeared here, you will bear your destiny on your shoulders, and meet someone."

Ed finally looked squarely at the young pope, and in the pope's pupils, it seemed as if the rain had dissipated in the morning, and the empty white mist revealed the life hidden underneath for the first time, and something was secretly brewing in the gray-green pupils.

"But not before that."

He pushed the door open and Ed stepped in.

It was a huge oil painting that was old enough.

The beast pulled the iron cage through the wide streets of Middleton, Bellamias' petals were crushed by the wheels, and the small but dense petals left a faint and fleeting fragrance on the ground before being annihilated.

On both sides of the road, the girls in complicated and exquisite clothes covered their mouths and noses with folding fans, jewels and pearls were clasped in their smooth blond hair, and fear and contempt were revealed in eyes that were more dazzling than jewels.

The dirt on the knights, the rotten smell emanating from the iron cage, and the blood-soaked gray cloth covering the iron cage have long lost their original color.

Knights patrolling Middleton stopped the exhausted team. The first knight lifted off the helmet with one side mask missing, and the corners of his mouth were dry, unable to cover the blue-gray eye sockets and the scars on his cheekbones from passing through the wilderness and mountains.

"The Knights of the Griffon."

The emblem on the shield and the long sword show the identity of the knight.The knights of the Olsen family who belonged to the Middleton Knights nodded, and the knights behind them took over their duties.

A small flower bud was crushed by Olsen.

In the Holy See of Middleton, the young Pope stopped staring intently, and took his eyes off the portraits of the ten dignified and solemn priests.

His fingers were slightly numb, and after confirming Olsen's position, the corners of Ezesel's mouth finally curved slightly.

"You should know what that means."

Ed grew up in the Duchy of Audou, which is rich in oil painting masters.

The portraits of them existed in an age of incomparable glory.

The empire has been at peace for a long time, the young pope, the powerful mage, the profound magic, the colors reflected on Middleton's stained window are carefully painted with the most expensive paints, the light and shadow are superimposed, the pope and bishops on the painting are dressed in complicated styles The ancient religious robes, long lost characters embroidered into magic patterns, are faintly visible on the sleeves of their robes.They are hidden in the depths of poems and biographies, scribbled by recorders in some inconspicuous corner, leaving a simple word about faith and glory.

The finger of the Pope wearing a white gemstone ring lightly touched the canvas carefully preserved by the power of the elements, occupying the entire wall. The portrait of the same height as a person has gone through hundreds of years, but the color here has not faded in the slightest.

Ed withdrew his gaze from the ring passed down by the Pope for several generations, turned his head slightly, his hazel-colored pupils looked at the greatest Pope since the age of the gods who was still so young in the portrait, and his long light golden hair looked like Middleton when the sky was clear. The brilliance of the new day, and the icy blue eyes seem not to stop for anything.

"Here, the existence of an archbishop has been erased."

Ed replied.

The Judgment, the light will no longer record his name.

"In the 29th year of the Era of the Gods, the great Pope Scarland I of the Papal State of Trollope, the most loyal believer of the God of Light, the devout prophet of Middleton, the third and last pure light element affinity in the mainland The guardian of the oracle - Pope Lancelot returns to the light forever in Middleton.

In the same year, Holy Son Noyce succeeded him as Pope Scarland II.

In the same year, guided by the oracle, the Holy See of Light united the five emperors of the mainland to establish the Baird Council. The first council consisted of the Son of Blessing - Pope Scarland II, the supervisor of Middleton - Archbishop Masonfield and It is composed of members of the royal family of various races in the mainland.

In the 32nd year of the Era of the Gods, the Holy See closed the coastal ports of the Gorda Sea.

Noyes Scarland II abdicated in AD 34

In the same year, the Knights of the Holy See and the Griffin Knights of the Principality of Elman, under the leadership of the head of the Griffin Knights-Haizi Fansai, crossed the Gorda Sea for the first time, and more than half of the members of the Knights were killed or injured. "

——"Chronicle of Major Events of the Bright Holy See—Era of the Gods"

The Duchess buried her entire body in the snow-white fabric. On her ivory-like neck, a string of pearl necklaces pendant with a ruby, undulating at the collarbone, luring people's eyes to the plump depths.

If any of the young men were present, they would have held their breath, just for the way the rose-like Princess Aphra of the Duchy of Audu opened and closed her lips and spoke softly.

But Ed would be the exception.

Afra looked at his cousin.

When she was young, everyone believed that he would be her husband, a powerful mage, a gentle nobleman, and the favorite student of Archbishop Laidouinde.

He doesn't like hunting, and stays wandering in the depths of the forest all day long. Afra followed him willfully to live in a hut in the depths of the forest when she was young, and watched him pick up a cub of a magical beast. At this time, it became a soft and comforting grunt in the throat.

Aphra had never been so quiet, and just for once, she felt that her future husband was not so boring.

And in the second year, when he left the Principality of Audu with Laidouind, Middleton's letter made his father angry.

He gave up his right of inheritance, and with him, naturally, his fiancée who came with the title.

So, he became the nondescript Lord Ed wandering in the mainland, while the Duchess Audou was active in every social season, leaving the young nobleman in the dream of Li Li.

But now, the once young noble had small scars on his face, and his dark purple robe reached his knees, unable to cover his boots embroidered with defensive runes and embedded with metal knee pads.The robe was exquisite, but it was already the style of Middleton a few years ago.He was not in the court, so naturally he would not wear his curly brown hair behind his head like a noble knight living in the court.

He didn't even have a single decoration like a ribbon, and let his half-length, unmanaged brown curly hair be scattered on his shoulders obediently. When he lowered his head, it covered the corners of his eyes and brows, leaving a shadow on the bridge of his nose. It was the same as when he was a child. Straightforward height.

"Duke Aphra."

"His Majesty the Pope has informed me."

The queen of Middleton's social season won't tell others about her close relationship with the Pope, and to avoid unnecessary jealousy, she should just be a believer who is too fanatical and lucky enough.

But Ed knew she was more than that.

"Middleton's rumor that the Masonfield family has visited your estate."

Ed raised his eyes slightly, facing his blood relatives, trying to show a smile, but at the same time pursed the corners of his lips, making his expression look a bit restrained.

"I'll help you find him, Ed."

Aphra wanted to stand up, but the too long skirt of the dress made it difficult for her to move. Ed originally stretched out his left hand, but retracted it without a trace, still restrained and indifferent.

"If he wants to see you."

The Masonfield family has not appeared in an entire era. Whether it is the most luxurious banquet or the letterhead of the Baird Council, people can only understand that the transmission of this mysterious family has never been interrupted in the seats where the family coat of arms has never faded.

She described the man to him.

Finally, before Ed left, she finally stood up.

"I hope you have something worthy of his care."