After lasting for ten days, the storm finally passed. According to most people in the earthquake, there would be at least half a month of sunny weather before the next storm.
Although the storm has ended and the water in the city has receded, the ground is still wet and easily slippery if not careful, so most people are still walking on the internal passages.
After the storm, the city in the clouds became obviously lively and full of pedestrians. Even the once-closed market was reopened, and the city gradually regained its vitality.
However, below the City in the Cloud, the entire Grant City was still immersed in a vast ocean. Only sparkling waves could be seen in the streets, alleys, and intersections, with no sign of pedestrians at all.
Occasionally, you can see one or two people rowing barrels on the street. This mode of transportation is obviously much more effective and easier than wading through water.
The raging storm left traces of destruction everywhere in the city. Many tents were tilted, and some mud walls collapsed due to being soaked by rain. Along the way, Enleco could see sandbags repairing holes everywhere. Obviously, The Montita people have long been accustomed to facing this terrible storm.
Fortunately, the damage has not reached the point of being irreparable. After the storm, Grant City was not completely silent. Almost every household was repairing their houses, so it seemed quite noisy.
Throughout the city, the sound of nailing wood and filling in earth could be heard everywhere, as well as the rough and powerful shouts of the Montita people.
The further out you go, the worse the situation becomes.
Over the past two centuries, the people inside Grant City have obviously raised the terrain to withstand storms, but the outside is not so lucky. Most of the tents are completely soaked in water, and the water will probably not subside until a day or two later.
Enleco walked for a long time and found no trace of the tribe. The Grant Lake next to the original camping site had long since disappeared into the ocean.
Helplessly, Enleco had to go back.
Stepping in knee-deep water, Enleco walked slowly on the street. His trouser legs were rolled up high. Like all Montita people, he wore straw sandals on his feet. They were knitted by Lila for him. They were very special. Fits well.
Suddenly there was noise and noise in front, and Enleco slowly walked over.
I saw two priests going from house to house asking questions, and those who were injured and sick in the storm were slowly carried out.
What surprised Enleco was that the priests did not perform sacred magic. Those with minor injuries and illnesses were given sacred blessings and given a few potions.
As for those who were seriously ill, the priest was followed by attendants who took the patients on stretchers to nearby Iklixue.
Enleco can completely feel the strong fluctuations of sacred magic. The truly powerful clergy are obviously focused on treating these seriously ill patients in Ikelixue.
Enleco couldn't help but nodded. This was indeed the most efficient approach. He guessed that this was another policy formulated by "his compatriot" more than a hundred years ago.
Enleco did not intend to get too close to the neighborhood that was busy treating the injured. The waves of sacred magic transmitted from the water had already made his feet slightly paralyzed.
Since Most recovered his body and power, Enleco has become more sensitive to sacred magic, and this power is indeed his nemesis.
Enleco was about to take a detour when he suddenly asked about the first princess he saw walking out of Iklexue in the distance. Her expression looked a little tired, which was the result of excessive overdraft of magic power.
The princess had obviously seen herself, and she nodded in greeting.
Now Enleco could no longer pretend not to see it. He walked slowly towards it. In the water, the concentration of sacred magic was getting higher and higher, although it was still far from being comparable to the "Holy Water of Life" , but it also made Enleco feel numb all over, and there were bursts of stinging pain from the soles of his feet.
"Your Highness, you must be working very hard. Unfortunately, I can't help much in this regard." Enleco said with an apologetic smile.
"I told you to call me An Qili, have you forgotten?" the first princess said with a bright smile. Her voice was slightly hoarse, obviously due to overdraft of strength, but there was still a hint of warmth and peace in the hoarseness. a feeling of.
"I still can't get used to all this." Enleco scratched his head and said.
"Do you mean making friends with princes and princesses, or making friends with everyone on an equal footing?" An Qili asked, obviously very interested in the answer to the question.
"There are some of both. In fact, I don't necessarily have many friends." Enleco said with a smile. This is of course not true, but since he played the role of a lonely and lonely man who is addicted to A genius who pursues the true meaning of weapon making will naturally show his loneliness and loneliness in front of the princess.
"Then you now have two friends, my brother and I. In order to repay our friendship, please call me An Qili." The princess said with a smile.
Besides nodding, what else could Enleco have to say.
After a while, he looked around and asked, "Are there many injured and seriously ill patients in need of help?"
Angeli sighed, she frowned slightly, her face full of melancholy: "Yes, it is like this after every storm. Montita is not like your motherland. There are clergy here who can cast sacred magic." , very few. After every storm, there are always five or six hundred injured in need of treatment. However, in the entire city of Grant, there are only more than thirty clergy with this kind of power, including myself, and there are not even magicians. A lot of them.”
"Why is this? In my opinion, the Montita people are probably the most devout believers. Of course, I also know that the faith here is not so single and pure, but I think that devout believers should be more likely to cause various God's miracles are the only ones." He is an expert in sacred magic, so he can't be wrong. Holy magic is completely different from other magics. Practitioners may not need any extraordinary special talents, but they must have faith and piety in the gods. Most important.
"You are right, but you have forgotten one thing. Strength comes from accumulation over time and hard practice. The clergy of Montita are indeed extremely pious, but Montita lacks instructors for practicing sacred magic."
"A self-taught genius like you may not be able to imagine how important a mentor is to the acquisition of knowledge. Because of your advice, my brother was able to make a breakthrough. Before that, he had been searching hard for four years. Long."
"Back then, the number of magicians in the Montita Kingdom was as small as a handful. It was not because Montita lacked talents with the potential to become magicians, but because there were no superb magicians to guide those talents with potential. Practice."
"Since my mother became a superb magician and returned to Montita, and brought back more than a dozen highly capable magicians, the number of magicians in Montita has suddenly increased dozens of times. This is A unique miracle in Montita’s two-century history.”
"This is the importance of a guide. We really need a guide." The princess sighed, and the sigh was full of melancholy and helplessness.
"What kind of guide do you want?" Enleco asked.
"In my mind, there are two people who can be called the greatest guides." An Qili said, her expression full of infinite admiration: "One of them is the leader of the Kaoqi Kingdom. The chief priest, Master Meron, although he is a Kaoqi, his selflessness and wisdom are respected by everyone."
"My mother and I were fortunate enough to meet this respected wise elder. He gave us the most important advice. It was this advice that gave my mother extraordinary strength. It was this advice that gave me extraordinary strength. , caused such a miracle to happen to Montita."
"The other person is a wise man who has just emerged recently. His intelligence is no less than that of the High Priest Meron. In Chengdaville, the Kaoqi County and Province closest to us, he triggered a series of miracles, especially It is a device for producing the 'holy water of life', which is obviously the greatest gift given by the gods."
Hearing Princess Angeli's praise, Enleco felt a little fever on his face, but he had to pretend as if nothing had happened.
What made him most uncomfortable was probably An Qili's expression full of piety and admiration. This was even more unbearable than the stinging pain coming from the soles of her feet.
Enleco seemed to suddenly return to Chengdaville, as if he suddenly returned to the group of believers of the goddess of life, as if he suddenly returned to Dakto's father, Bertina, coachman Kaz and Xiaoyun.
Although all the brilliant brilliance undoubtedly shrouded his body, except for Bertina, everyone else seemed to be just some inconspicuous embellishments.
However, no one knows better than Enleco himself that the person who truly possesses the holy light is not him who has created miracles in rumors, but the unknown people around him who are worthy of his lifelong memory. Among them, Father Dakto is more It was a bright light that illuminated him and everyone, but it was a pity that his father did not see the scene that he longed for and fought for throughout his life.
An Qili's words undoubtedly brought out the trace of shame and regret that had been buried deep in his heart for a long time.
"Alas - it's a pity that the great wise man returned to his hometown of Sophie. Originally, I prayed that he would continue traveling and come to our Montita grassland one day. I would ask him to grant a miracle to Montita grassland, just like Just like what he did in Chengdaville." Angeli said with a smile, and those extremely humble words made Enleco feel pain in his back.
"There are so many people injured and injured. I must be busy with you. All the clergy in the City in the Clouds must be out of town." Enleco quickly changed the topic. When faced with embarrassment and trouble, he always decided to Use this hand.
"What you said reminds me that those patients have arrived, and I have had enough rest. There are still many patients waiting for treatment. Even if all the clergy are dispatched, it will not be enough." An Qili smiled. said.
Saying goodbye to Her Royal Highness the Princess, Enleco seemed to have fled and returned to the City in the Clouds.
An Qili's words drove him away like a whip, and shame and melancholy were the scars left by this whip.
Enleco fled back to his bedroom. This was the only place where his soul could gain some peace of mind.
Watching Lila walking around, Enleco had a hard time adapting to this outfit in the past, but at this moment, this minimally revealing outfit calmed his mood. At least he His attention was diverted from the words that made him feel ashamed just now.
Although Enleco knew very well that this was also a kind of escape, he knew better that he was used to escaping. This was his way of life, and perhaps it could also be said to be his philosophy of life.
Perhaps his desire to find peace was originally an escape.
Enleco looked at Lila.
The little girl obviously saw that he was a little uneasy. She brought a basin of hot water and two towels, used the hot water to wash away the accumulated water and contaminated soil, and then gently wiped them dry with a towel.
After doing all this, the little girl massaged Enleco vigorously. Her technique was obviously not sophisticated enough, and was far inferior to the skills possessed by the palace maid Miss Lina in the Kaoqi Palace. However, her concentrated and meticulous attitude made Enleco feel spiritually comforted.
He lay down comfortably on the carpet and enjoyed the service of his disciples.
In fact, Enleco felt something was not quite right.
Although it is only natural for a disciple to serve his master, just like when he was in his hometown, he also served Victor.
Compared with Victor, I am definitely a less troublesome and more dedicated teacher.
But in Enleco's view, no matter how you serve the teacher, you don't need to be as respectful as your wife, let alone dress like your wife.
Looking at the set of clothes Lila was wearing, the off-shoulder short coat could only cover her chest, and the tight waist made her figure slimmer and graceful. The front of the waist was slit to reveal her navel, and there was a piece of clothing stuck to her navel. A pink pearl, this is the unique decoration of Montita women.
She was wearing a pair of loose trousers, the waistband of which rested lightly on her hips. Enleco was worried that it would fall off at any time.
Now Lila doesn't look like a tomboy at all, she is so feminine that it even makes people forget her true age.
This outfit is not so much used to cover up the body as it is used to increase temptation. The appearance of being naked and covering up is obviously very tempting.
Enleco knew that Montita women always wore such clothes in the bedroom, and they were more used to please their husbands.
Enleco didn't think it was necessary for Lila, a disciple, to do this. One of the reasons he wanted to visit the tribe today was to find out what the tribe leader was thinking.
He clearly found that the little girl became more and more obedient. Not only did she no longer contradict and offend him as before, she even served him carefully while eating. It was not until he finished eating that she showed her utmost kindness. Fill your stomach as fast as you can.
All of this is so similar to what Enleco saw at the beginning, the wives in the tent.
This change makes Enleco feel worse and worse, but for him who is now full of boredom and melancholy, this feeling is not bad.
Enleco turned over and lay on the felt blanket, continuing to enjoy Lila's gentle massage. Although this massage would not eliminate fatigue, it could make him feel quite comfortable.
He felt the little girl riding on his back, gently rubbing his temples and the back of his neck. This feeling was so comfortable that it made his worries disappear.
However, another worry suddenly appeared.
Enleco soon discovered that although this massage technique was completely different from the messy things Milinda taught him, they obviously had similar effects.
Enleco wanted to escape a little, but he also wanted to continue enjoying it. Hesitatingly, he picked up the piece of paper placed under the pillow.
Turning attention to other places is another way of solving problems that Enleco is best at. This is neither escape nor resistance, so it is the easiest to accept.
The pieces of paper were densely written with words. This was the meaning of the words on the big stone translated by His Majesty the old King.
After studying for almost a week, Enleco finally understood why no one could understand these things. Obviously, this is not Tomur's highest understanding of the martial arts he has practiced. It is more like some kind of perception of life, or in other words, Tomur's perception of the power beyond the limit.
From reading between the lines, Enleco found something that interested him.
The most skilled warrior in the era of the Magic Empire, apparently after reaching the peak of his power, he began to seek an existence beyond power - time.
What surprised Enleco was that Tomur, as a warrior, was obviously able to perceive and understand the reverse flow of time. Enleco had just realized this half a month ago.
However, Tomur's understanding of time is obviously quite limited. After all, he is a warrior, not a magician. Therefore, he does not understand time and the flow of time from the perspective of the composition of the world. His eyes only Stay on the martial arts side.
Before that, Enleco had only heard from rumors that Tomur was a lonely and extremely lonely warrior.
After reading this last message, Enleco felt that the reason why the warrior felt so lonely and alone may not be because he had no opponent, but because he simply lived in a different world.
Enleco, who was once the contemporary owner of "Dark Red Teardrop", certainly knew that during battle, his consciousness would be controlled by the blood-sucking scimitar, and all actions could be interpreted as strength, speed and change. This That’s what you see through “Dark Red Teardrops.”
Looking at the words written on the paper, Enleco seemed to be able to understand the strongest warrior. His will was obviously too adapted to the "dark red teardrop". He was not only in battle, but also in peacetime. Do not use the will of "dark red teardrops" to scan the world.
People living in that world are undoubtedly the most lonely and alone.
But Enleco wanted to know what the supreme warrior saw in the end, and what the world would be like if he looked at the world from another perspective.
Perhaps from the perspective of "dark red teardrops", it is easiest to see the essence of this world clearly.
Because for that world, there are no objects and energy at all, and all that is seen is stillness and movement. The essence of the world is no longer composed of matter, and only the transformation of space and time exists.
Between the lines, Enleco seemed to see two completely different powers, one transcending time, and the other completely opposite.
As described in the text, these are like two hands, left and right, almost exactly the same. The only difference is that everything is opposite.
It was hard for Enleco to imagine that he could do all this in reality.
In his opinion, this has completely transcended the scope of martial arts, and even transcended magic. Perhaps only the God of Intelligence and the omnipresent and omnipotent demon have such power.
Enleco closed his eyes gently, and he entered the depths of his consciousness, looking for the feeling of past battles and the experience of observing the world with "dark red tears".
Now he does have a trace of regret. He should have taken a trip to that exquisite and comfortable cell. It was a pity that the astrolabe and the "dark red teardrop" were lost there.
I closed my eyes and searched for the memories of the past, but the memories seemed extremely blurry.
What Enleco didn't expect was that compared with the blur of memory, the body's feelings seemed extremely clear.
He could clearly feel Lila's gentle yet provocative massage, and he could even more clearly feel Lila's buttocks, which were close to his back, gently swaying back and forth with the massage.
An unusually comfortable feeling slowly spread with each press. Before the comfortable feeling dissipated, the other hand slowly pressed up again, and there was another comfortable feeling, like water waves. The ground rippled.
In addition to the wonderful pressure, the little girl also used sharp nails to gently scratch his spine. At that time, Enleco felt an electric shock oscillating back and forth along the spinal cord, but that What the electric shock brings is not horrific pain, but indescribable comfort and enjoyment.
Enleco closed his eyes gently, enjoying all this.
The vague memory of fighting and the clear feeling of comfort alternated in the depths of Enleco's consciousness, competing for dominance.
The comfortable feeling cycled over and over again, making Enleco more and more intoxicated. The electric shocks oscillating back and forth in the spinal cord became more and more intense and frequent.
The vague memory of the battle was driven to the corner of the consciousness by increasingly powerful opponents. Suddenly it seemed to explode with a "bang". The vague memory was completely mixed with the comfortable feeling, and mixed in These incomprehensible words, and the equally incomprehensible words that the demon once said to him.
Everything is mixed together, just like the herdsmen's favorite milk tea, the tea leaves and milk are stirred together and mixed into a brand new drink...
Enleco is exactly the same now. He simply can't distinguish what exists deep in his consciousness. The only thing he can identify is only one, and that is "circle".
"Circle" is the simplest and most profound figure. It has no beginning, no end point, and it does not even have a fixed direction.
The "circle" has both prograde and retrograde motion. Compared with one edge, the other side moves in the completely opposite direction. This completely opposite operation mode gives the "circle" the ability to continue running.
Enleco seemed to have captured something, but there seemed to be nothing in front of him.
This noisy but empty feeling is terrible, and this terrible feeling forms a strong and sharp contrast with the waves of comfortable and wonderful enjoyment coming from the body.
Enleco felt as if he was about to be squashed by the countless circles, and as if he wanted to dissolve himself into this endless cycle.
Suddenly he roared, which was the vent from deep within him. He suddenly turned over and hugged Lila down.
The little girl was startled by this sudden move, but an uncontrollable joy, accompanied by unprecedented extreme nervousness, rushed towards her heart. This was what she had been looking forward to, but for some reason, she suddenly felt extremely scared.
Although her body was stiff with fear, the little girl had not forgotten what her mother had taught her.
She picked up the waistband of her trousers and pulled it down gently, then pulled her other hand behind her back, and a snow-white silk scarf was pulled out from the bottom of her waistband.
Lila waited for the storm to come, and she had made all preparations for this moment. She had forgotten when she started to like this strange and interesting master.
Although at the beginning, she looked down on this extremely weak guy. He didn't even have a trace of manliness, but he was crushed by his wife.
Even after becoming his disciple, she still didn't care much about this strange guy.
The strong strength did not make her favor him any better. On the contrary, he was looked down upon by her even more because he seemed so cowardly despite having such strong strength.
Lila herself didn't know when the change began. Anyway, when she handed him the whip that represented her husband's power, even she was shocked.
It seemed like a vague dream, a dream that even she herself didn't feel quite awake. Maybe it was done entirely on impulse.
In the days that followed, regret and longing surged alternately in her heart, and she even considered stealing the whip back several times.
But unconsciously, she gave up this plan. Maybe the change really started at that time.
She herself didn't know why she changed. Maybe as her mother said, you don't need a reason to like someone.
It was becoming more and more difficult for Lila to understand, but she had been looking forward to this day.
There is no reason for this either.
What surprised Lila was that Leclerc didn't take any further action. He just hugged her tightly, that's all.
Lila didn't know what was happening, she just wanted to give the person she liked peace of mind.
Just now she clearly saw that Le Creuse was a little uneasy, and she could only use the methods she knew to relieve the worries of the person she liked.
This is their duty as women.
Although the storm she imagined did not come, this feeling was quite good for Lila. She had forgotten how old she was when she was last hugged by others. It should have been a long time ago.
Only now did Lila understand why her biological mother had to work so hard to compete with other mothers to win her father's favor. Sometimes her biological mother used methods that were unimaginable to Lila, even the most basic of things. Dignity was completely lost.
But now, she finally understood everything. It turned out that the feeling of being loved and held in the arms of the one she loved was indeed extremely comfortable.
Lila believed that in order to occupy as much of this warm and comfortable feeling as possible, she would not care about any dignity, and she would do anything.
Lila enjoyed all this gently, and her hand quietly reached into the arms of the person she liked. After all, she didn't give up completely. Maybe with a little more effort, she could achieve her wish.
She was going to be his woman.
Lila recalled the things her mother had taught her, which she had been learning since she was eight years old.
In addition to learning how to run the house for the sake of the family's prosperity, they also learn how to please their husbands for their own happiness.
I don’t know how long time passed. Enleco woke up from his stupor. He found that he was holding Lila. He was even more shocked to find that Lila’s hand had reached into a place where it shouldn’t have been, grabbing it where it shouldn’t have been. s things.
Enleco glanced at the white silk scarf falling aside. He had heard about the function and meaning of this thing when others were joking with Bashan.
Taking another look at the trousers that were pulled down to his knees, it was obvious that it was extremely dangerous for both him and the little girl in his arms.
Enleco checked it with uneasiness, and he was slightly reassured that he had not made an irreparable mistake.
Now, it is obvious that there is no need to ask the patriarchs about their thoughts. Enleco finally realized that these simple and straightforward prairie people can also be cunning. He gently broke away from the little girl's arms and helped her pull up her pants.
Quietly walking out of the bedroom, Enleco finally let out a long breath. He now feels that the situation is getting worse and worse, and the last thing he is good at is dealing with this kind of trouble. Maybe we should steal the Holy Grail as soon as possible, maybe now is the time to leave Montita.
Enleco is worried that if he stays here any longer, he will further hurt many people.
Walking out of the room, he took one last look at his temporary home.
This is the place where he has felt the most warmth and tranquility since he left his hometown. Now that he is about to leave, Leclerc will completely disappear from everyone's eyes.
Enleco closed the door gently.
Walking towards the upper level, he has the status of a Venerable and can move freely without restrictions.
What surprised Enleco was that it was already night time, and countless stars in the sky were shining brightly.
The moon hung high on the roof, casting a bright silver light.
Enleco looked down the mountain. Grant City was brilliant, and the work of repairing his home was going on overnight.
Along the way, Enleco did not meet a few clergy. They were usually the largest group of people at the upper levels.
Enleco has always felt very strange why there are so many clergy among the elders, but only a few can be put to use.
But this was not something he needed to worry about. Enleco shook his head to clear these thoughts.
He went straight to the church.
The Holy Grail is still the same as before, sitting alone in the center.
Seeing it, Enleco couldn't help but think of the most powerful warrior in the era of the Magic Empire.
Maybe Tomur is much luckier compared to that metal life form, because his life is short after all, and there will always be a time to get rid of loneliness and loneliness, while that metal life form is close to eternity, and he will always be lonely and alone. Be alone.
Enleco listened carefully, and there was silence all around. The clergy must still be treating the injured at the foot of the mountain.
He tiptoed to the Holy Grail. Although he was sure that no one was around, Enleco still subconsciously made this sneaky move, because deep down in his consciousness, the behavior he was doing was called stealing.
Although Enleco had tried to make his movements as light as possible, he was sure that even a cat could not do better than him, but he still woke up the metal life form.
From the edge of the Holy Grail, the metal lifeform poked its head out again, its sapphire eyes shining brightly in the darkness.
Enleco was stared at with hair all over his body. He felt that he was doing something extremely stupid. Maybe it was too late to stop now.
But when he thought that he would have to face Lila once he went back, and that he might hurt more people, Enleco finally got over it. He took two quick steps and gently picked up the Holy Grail.
Only now did he see clearly the little thing in the Holy Grail.
She does look like an elf shrunk to the size of a palm, but unlike the elf, she actually has a pair of wings on her back. A pair of wings that look like those of a swift, but the feathers are more slender. And it sparkles with bright golden light.
In the moonlight, Enleco didn't see clearly what clothes the little thing was wearing.
Considering the luster and texture of the metal, and the fact that there was only one such thing in the world, it was obvious that clothing was not necessary for her at all.
The little thing was half-kneeling in the Holy Grail. The clear and sweet sound was caused by the friction between her body and the Holy Grail.
In the silence, this voice seemed particularly clear.
Enleco looked around for a while, once again confirming that there was no one around, and then slowly walked towards the outside of the church.
Just when Enleco thought everything was perfect and smooth, he suddenly asked, and a sharp scream sounded in his ears.
Although Enleco was used to hearing the screams from Chris, he still couldn't stand the screams.
That is definitely not a sound that humans can make. The harsh sound penetrated Enleco's eardrums, like two sharp steel needles, piercing deeply into his brain.
Enleco fell to the ground and rolled in pain. He felt someone stirring the two steel needles vigorously.
Suddenly, countless rays of golden light, hotter than the sun, enveloped him from all directions. As if Enleco had fallen into lava, he felt severe, burning pain all over his body, especially where the skin was exposed, it was more like being touched by a hot iron.
Enleco quickly took off his coat and wrapped his head and hands tightly. Although it was not as painful as before, it was still unbearable for him who had signed a contract with the demons under the sacred light. torture.
Enleco is now extremely grateful to Chris. If she hadn't made him accustomed to the extreme pain, he would have fallen to the ground and couldn't get up by now.
Enleco stood up with difficulty. He wanted to escape from this place as soon as possible.
Suddenly he felt the screams become more intense, and the two steel needles seemed to completely destroy his will.
This double attack made Enleco's feet weak. He staggered in one direction. Unfortunately for him, he hit the wall.
Along the wall, Enleco walked crookedly, with only one thought in his mind, and that was to escape as soon as possible.
Just as Enleco was swaying and groping for the wall and walking outside, he suddenly felt a sharp blow on the inside of his knees. His feet were already weak and he fell down immediately.
Just as he struggled to get up, a heavy knee pressed against his back and twisted his hands.
The joints of his hands seemed to be dislocated, which caused Enleco immense pain, but all this was nothing compared to the damage caused to him by the light of sacred magic.
"How could it be you?" A clear and sweet voice came from behind, but this time there was a hint of coldness in the tone, and in addition, there was a strong blame.
"He is a thief, a shameless, sneaky, smelly, filthy and dirty thief. He wants to steal me. To steal me away from you, he walked sneakily. At that time , I felt that he was not a good person, in fact, I had long felt that he was not a good person."
"When he first came, I noticed greed flashing in his eyes. He seemed to be ecstatic when he saw me, as if he wanted to take me away. However, because Dak stood aside, This time he didn’t have any worries. He must have thought that no one was here, that I was the same as those reliefs and decorations, that…” Sharp chatter came from his ears.
It's a pity that Enleco was in no mood to listen to these words. He was in too much pain. In the past, he would have passed out long ago.
But now his ability to tolerate pain has been greatly enhanced. This kind of pain is not enough to make him faint, and this is the most painful thing.
Enleco felt that he was going crazy. Fortunately, the princess finally dragged him out of the temple.
He was held back by his hands, and his head almost touched his feet.
Enleco saw countless pairs of feet appearing in front of him. After a while, his ears finally regained consciousness.
There were noisy sounds everywhere, and three people were arguing fiercely.
One party to the dispute is obviously the prince. What makes Enleco happy is that his prince is his strongest defender.
The prince was faced with his sister and that annoying little thing who was sharp-tongued and unreasonable.
One person is obviously no match for two people, not to mention that one of the two people is a clergyman who serves the gods and preaches the justice of the gods in front of people all day long.
The other one is the last creation of the God of Intelligence. The God of Intelligence put most of the knowledge into her brain.
As for the indomitable warrior, although his spirit is extremely commendable, considering that he spends far more time sitting in front of the boulder and meditating than he spends talking with others, it is conceivable which way the balance of victory will tilt.
"Okay, okay, let our father, the respected magistrate, make the verdict. I will be his defender, and I think grandpa will also be willing to help." The prince pointed to his sister and said.
"I also hope that there will be a fair verdict." The princess said angrily.
Only Enleco complained secretly in his heart, he didn't want to make the matter so big. He really wanted to leave, but it was a pity that the sacred magic made it difficult for him to gather the magic power for a while.
In desperation, Enleco could only resort to the last resort. Perhaps now is the only chance to ask for help.
The most powerful aid is undoubtedly his wife, the teacher, and they have already left a way to pass news between them.
Enleco looked at the sky. The night sky reminded him of the scene when he returned from the devil world.
However, Enleco would rather be punished by Chris than expose his identity in court. Anyway, he is used to being punished. It is absolutely not his intention to hurt the people who trust and love him.
Thinking of this, Enleco finally made up his mind.
It is indeed not an easy task to get Chris the news without causing her to go into a rage. The right balance can affect which level of hell he is thrown into.
There is a huge difference between the deepest part of hell and the highest part of hell.
"Chris is a greedy ghost, Chris is a greedy ghost." Enleco muttered silently deep in his heart, and with an uneasy mood, Enleco waited for Chris's response.
He had already considered all the possibilities, and the most drastic response would probably be to immediately launch the terrible punishment to completely forget all the pain he had just suffered.
However, what surprised him was that after a long time, he did not feel the response from Her Royal Highness the Princess.
Could it be that Her Royal Highness the Princess is too tired again like last time
Could it be that the storm had wiped away the magic mark she had set
Could it be that she was conducting important research and therefore had to wait a while
Enleco was uneasy and his mind was full of random thoughts.
Just as he was being pushed forward by the princess, he suddenly felt a cold snort sent by someone using telepathy. The cold snort was full of disdain and deep dissatisfaction towards him.
"Your Highness, the Supreme Princess, please save me." Enleco also begged with telepathy.
"It's useless to do something like this and it will fail." Chris's angry voice came from deep in her heart.
"Next time, I will succeed, please save me." Enleco pleaded again.
"Let me see and talk. Maybe I can save you, but I don't know. Anyway, stealing is not a serious crime and it won't kill you. Is there any need to be so scared and fearful?" Chris said disapprovingly.
"I'm worried that my identity will be exposed. If the great wizard Cecilia appears, my identity may not be preserved. In this way, everyone will know that you are the instigator behind the scenes." Enleco said cautiously.
"Don't worry, that woman rarely appears in public. Don't you know anything about Montita's women?" Chris said contemptuously.
"What if someone recognizes my identity?"
"You can take all the blame on yourself. You almost convinced me with your sharp tongue. In court, you have a good chance of exonerating yourself. Why should you be afraid?" Chris said still indifferently.
Seeing that this road was unworkable, Enleco had no choice but to pray for another more trustworthy helper deep in his heart.
Monster Most—the second-ranked figure among the demons back then, was obviously much more trustworthy than Kris.
Enleco felt a little relieved when he thought of the times when it had saved him countless times. The only disadvantage of letting Most help is that you will inevitably be squeezed by it.
But Enleco already didn't care about this.
One of the two lazy guys who were deciding the fate of mankind in the distance suddenly raised his eyebrows. He felt the request from his soul contractor.
Gently looking through the contractor's memory, it was quite interested in everything he had encountered.
The evil monster slowly stood up.
"Are you going to see a good show again?" Another guy asked lazily.
"You must already know the result." The monster looked at the human in front of him who was no longer a human being.
"Want to know the result?" Another guy asked, tilting his head.
"No, that would lose a lot of fun. It's interesting because you don't know the ending. Whoever has the ability to predict the future can indeed give him an advantage, but I'm afraid there won't be any fun at all." The monster only needs one It slanders its old rivals whenever it gets the chance.
Victor didn't intend to explain, he just waved and said: "I wish you a good time. When you come back, can you bring me a box of cream? I haven't tasted that for six to seven hundred years. I still remember it so deeply to this day.”
The monster didn't show any sign, and it suddenly disappeared into the air, as if it had never existed.
In Montita, thousands of miles away, Enleco kept praying deep in his soul. To his surprise, there was no response after praying for a long time.
Could it be that the sacred magic just cut off the connection between himself and Most? Could it be that Most, who had regained his power, no longer needed his help, so he was thrown aside like garbage? Enleco felt more and more desperate.
Just as he was thinking wildly in his mind, there was suddenly a loud sound of gongs.
As the gong sounded, a group of people slowly walked in from the side door, headed by His Majesty the King.
Completely different from the first time I saw it, today's king looked unusually solemn. He did not wear a crown on his head, but his aura was far greater than when he wore a crown.
Enleco once heard that there is a certain kind of person who can show his majesty only in the position that is most suitable for him. If he is allowed to sit in a higher position, he will not be able to show his original majesty.
However, this kind of people usually come from the military, and I did not expect that His Majesty the King would also fall into this category.
No wonder even his children call him High Official instead of Father. Indeed, as a High Official, he is more respected by everyone.
The people following His Majesty the King were all dressed as scribes, but Enleco had met several of them at the summoning ceremony in the palace. Obviously, they were also among the top figures in the Montita Kingdom.
The old man who introduced him walked at the end of the queue, still with a smile on his face, as if nothing in the world could ever bother him.
Entering the hall, except for the old man, no one greeted anyone at all. It was as if all worldly relationships had been completely severed here. Everyone sat on their own seats arranged in a specific order.
Sitting in the center was naturally the solemn official, His Majesty the King of the Kingdom of Montita. On both sides of him sat two very old scribes, who looked even younger than the previous generation of kings. old.
The three people sat side by side, their status seemed extremely aloof, and a long table was placed in front of them.
The two old men gently placed the huge book in their hands on the long table, and opened the book to the chapter about theft.
There is a small table on the right side of the three of them. A young scribe is sitting in front of the table. There is a thick stack of paper on the table, and a quill is inserted into the ink bottle. The other scribes sat facing each other on two rows of benches with backrests.
Enleco was taken to the center and ordered to sit on the ground.
Enleco glanced at the princess next to him.
There was a hint of sullenness on Her Royal Highness's face, and she was also looking at him, or rather, glaring at him.
The condescending feeling made Enleco feel very bad. Judging from this attitude, he would most likely lose the lawsuit.
His Royal Highness the Prince and his grandfather stood aside, their positions were side by side with the scribes. The only difference was that there were no seats prepared for them in the court.
Behind them are steps, which look like the amphitheater built in Chengdaville.
The stone steps were also filled with spectators, but the difference was that there was no cheering or noise, and it was unusually quiet.
Enleco turned his head and glanced around. The audience was actually full of all seats. Many of them were clergy. Their faces were full of exhaustion, and some were even drowsy. Enleco had no way of guessing who they were. What are you here for
Others were warriors, and they were obviously quite friendly to the weapon-making master, and some even greeted him.
However, more people obviously came from the lower floors, and most of them were known to Enleco. There was no trace of solemnity or concern on their faces, and they were obviously here to watch the fun.
The vast majority of people were watching the excitement, and people kept coming in.
The auditorium seemed to be getting more and more crowded, and everyone had to squeeze together tightly. More people could only stand on both sides. They wiped their hands, hugged their waists, and stood there with great interest.
Enleco knew very well that there was another audience standing there in an unknown place, and that was Her Royal Highness Princess Chrissy who came from Sophie, thousands of miles away.
Suddenly there was another gong sound, and the heavy door of the court slammed shut under the push of two strong men.
The trial begins.