Lord of Glory

Chapter 158: Chase power

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Not long afterward, Paladin disposes of the half-elf's corpse, bringing in Canarava again. Upon entering Palatine's room, in addition to the same layout as yesterday, there was an extra icy feeling. Canarava shook his body slightly, watching Palatine sitting alone in a chair and staring at the statue of Inos on the wall. After realizing that the elf girl sent out was gone, Kanarava, who was worried, lowered his head and said embarrassedly, "Sir Bishop, is there anything you have to do to greet me?"

"Canalava..." Paladin withdrew his gaze from the statue of Inos, turned his head to stare at him, whispered his name softly, and murmured very slowly: "For the position of auxiliary bishop, What do you think?" "Ah... this... auxiliary bishop, is a very important position. When the bishop is away, he manages the diocese and plans sacrifices instead of the bishop." Rolling over his intentions, his eyes swayed scatteredly. But with a formulaic answer to perfunctory.

Who knew that Paladin just nodded slightly, and suddenly threw the luxurious sterling silver scepter in his hand to Canarava! The latter took it subconsciously, but heard Paladin say in a tone of "Have you eaten yet": "It seems that, now Adriano, only you are suitable for this position." "This..."

Canarava was too frightened to speak. He couldn't figure out what the Paladin was trying to do! "Now that I just became a bishop, not only did he not consolidate his power, but he gave himself such an important position? Is he tempting me? Or is he trying to win me over? No, it's unreasonable! What does he want to do? Crazy! "Cannarava, who thought so, could not fathom Palatine's thoughts. Finally, he mustered up the courage to hold the scepter tightly and said, "I don't understand... why do you want me to take over this position, Bishop?" "I have something to do and I have to leave for a while... Stop talking nonsense. Help me manage the diocese well. Right." Paladin stood up with an impatient look on his face. Came to Kanarava and patted him on the shoulder. Go past him.

Ka Ka Ka Ka, Canarava heard the sound of the door opening behind him, and suddenly his face was shocked, he turned his head to look at Paladin who was facing away from him and shouted: "Paladin! Are you humiliating me?" , The Palatine who heard Canalava's outburst stopped, turned his head slowly, and looked at Canalava, who looked a little angry, with squinting: "Shame? Are you worthy?" Just closed the door. Powerless, only Kanarava, whose chest kept rising and falling, held the scepter in his hand tightly without saying a word.

Since then, for a year, Adley never saw the new bishop again. .

Because Palatine is enlightened.

He wants to get what he wants, power, status, wealth. These things all come from power! All are derivatives of power! So, Paladin, who thought he had found the source, began to think. It took more than half a year to finally ascend to the bishopric, but it was nothing in the face of power. As long as there is great power, those positions of power and wealth will come naturally! It doesn't take much effort and scheming to get it at all! So Paladin made a decision. Throw the diocesan bishop directly to Canarava. I went to the foggy forest alone! Because the elf's tenacious and distant vitality, for Paladin, it is simply a naked temptation!

Moreover, here in the Principality, there is also Alfred who is taking care of him. If something unexpected happened, Paladin would know right away. There is absolutely no need to worry! Besides, the relationship between the avatar and the ugly girl Olina is getting closer and closer, and I believe that it will not be long before this stupid woman will completely fall under Alfred's body. At that time, what was there to worry about about the position of his Holy See? Anything, in front of power, is at your fingertips.

So, Paladin left the Principality of Kasmi with gold coins and a map, passed through the Kingdom of Nubia, and went straight south to the Principality of Barbari controlled by the Dodo Business Alliance, a country bordering the Forest of Mists. This journey took three months.

Paladin, wearing a gray robe and a hood, rode his horse to the edge of the Mist Forest. On the road, you can see that there are many old signs erected: "Danger ahead, ordinary people should not break in." And in front of them is the endless forest. A strange mist pierced the forest. Turning over and dismounting, Palatine patted the horse's butt and let the horse gallop out of the forest. Then he took a deep breath and walked into this ancient forest where elves were hidden.

Contrary to Paladin's expectations, the weeds on the ground were knee-high just outside the forest. With every footfall, you can feel the bumpy dirt on the ground raised by the densely entwined tree roots. This is a sufficient surface, this place, no one has set foot on it for a long time. However, under the influence of such weather, the feeling of Mist Forest was not as bad as expected. The sun beside the clouds was not fierce, but like a mother's hand through a tree branch, stroking Palatine's cheek. Feel the subtle warmth and comfort of the light elements around you. Occasionally a few unnamed birds parked on the intertwined branches and sang unknown songs. It all seemed so gentle and casual, even the thought of letting people walk gradually dissipated, just the feeling of lying down on the grass and having a good night's sleep.

But all this is not said to Paladin, there is no beauty. Almost cruel, he is trying to search for possible life, an attack that has erupted at any time. Ignore this natural beauty at all. Immediately afterwards, it was as if a beautiful woman felt angry when a man ignored her beauty. The originally gentle forest suddenly changed its expression! "Huh?" Palatine stopped. Very wary looking around. Because just from this moment, the bird sounds that could be heard everywhere disappeared, and the swishing sound of the wind blowing the leaves also disappeared like a dream. No wind, nothing moving. All of a sudden, the forest was unnervingly silent.

"Whoosh!" Suddenly at this moment! From the far side of the tree trunk, a sharp rattan spear stabbed Paladin's back very quickly! But Paladin, who had been alert all the time, didn't hesitate, turned around quickly and grabbed it, even holding the rattan gun firmly in his hand. Then, with the strength of turning around, the other hand slammed open and waved in the direction of the attack!

The three golden magic arrows condensed in an instant, and with the vibration of death, they drew three golden arcs in the air, and slammed into the trunk! Ka Ka Ka Ka! Only a loud bang was heard, and a big hole was blown open in the trunk! The big tree immediately let out a shattering whine, the trunk that could no longer support his body began to break, and with a bang, it fell to the grass on the side! At this time, Paladin saw that there was nothing behind the trunk.

"Did you run away?" Paladin muttered to himself, but behind him, an extremely angry shout suddenly sounded: "Father! He killed Grandpa Tree!" Mission, turn around and look vigilantly! For a moment, Paladin watched in shock, and the creature that attacked him was speechless.

ps: Everyone has been entangled in why the protagonist chooses the near and far to pursue power. Well, I want to paint a picture of a person's inner growth experience. From blind understanding, from narrow to open. This is the experience and process of the protagonist's transformation. Perhaps my way of depicting changes in people's hearts is too clumsy and blunt. You all look very uncomfortable. . .

So just cut the mess with a quick knife, let the protagonist get rid of the excess, and directly understand the truth! After this chapter, the protagonist realizes that power is always above all. Only strength is the eternal truth. . [Foreshadowing in the early stage, book friends are unhappy. Blame me for wanting to try a new way of writing. . . Facts have proved that my way of writing is not pleasing at all for online novels. . . . Corrected. Looking back at fast food literature? Hey. . . . Helpless. .]