The sky in Guixu was lit with fire.
The music theory of the scepter burst out from it, and only the aftermath turned the dark night sky into a turbulent ocean.
All the musicians were awakened and stared up at the sky.
"It's so lively."
Naberish stood on the top of the broken bell tower and looked towards the south. "It would be a pity not to have a hand in such a big thing. Can't we get closer?"
The handsome young man who looked like a man and a woman stood behind him, standing quietly. Hearing his voice, he slowly shook his head: "For your safety, this distance is the limit."
"They killed me?" Naberish.
"It's not those parallel-imported scepters, it's the saints."
The corner of Paganini's lips curled up into a sneer: "The tricks of the Order have not changed after so many years. Schubert has no successor, and no one can inherit his talent. It can only be operated through this method. Abandoning him in exchange for the power of Guixu is a good deal, but there must be a deeper order in Schubert's music theory. If she senses the changing music theory in you, she will definitely pull you to self-destruct - the results will be different anyway. It’s death, why not die in a way that is more beneficial to the cult?”
In silence, Naberis thought of the scene of a saint holding himself and exploding, and he couldn't help but shudder.
"What a bunch of lunatics." He murmured softly.
"Who says it isn't?"
Paganini's smile became more sarcastic: "Isn't it unreasonable for God's servants to be crazier than degenerates?"
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"After so many days, can the chief judge not be able to bear it anymore?"
In the north, the second emperor's son stared at the sky, his eyes joking: "Sacrificing a saint to Guixu with your own hands is enough to free him from the control of the religious order and directly become a scepter, right?"
"uncertain."
Beside him, the old musician lowered his head and fiddled with the clay tablet in his hand. He grabbed a knife and pen in his hand and wrote a series of wedge-shaped notes on the dry clay tablet. After brushing off the soil debris, he threw the clay tablet aside. . Beside him, clay tablets had piled up into a mountain.
The old musician grabbed it with ease, the soil surged, the soil gathered, and the water vapor transpired, a new clay tablet took shape in his hands. He buried his head in carving, as if he didn't care about the commotion in the distance.
Hearing someone put forward a different opinion, the second emperor was stunned for a moment, then looked at the old musician respectfully and asked: "What do you think?"
Although he is the second emperor's son, his status before this old man is nothing to show off.
The old man is the support prepared by his mother's family for him. Even if he becomes the emperor in the future, he must be reused to assist him.
As early as forty years ago, the old man was already the scepter musician of Asgard. While the previous emperor was still alive, he served the empire as an aide. What's even more rare is that he created the scepter based on the pure school of revelation. He has far-reaching wisdom and far-reaching wisdom. The second emperor has to listen to his opinions on many matters.
"It's very simple. He has no shortage of strength, haven't you noticed?"
The old musician said calmly: "He doesn't lack power, nor fame, nor money, nor even status. Count carefully, in the intelligence, how many things does he have that make others envious to the point of cerebral hemorrhage? Yours This opponent is a strong enemy who is not inferior to you in any way. No, if he had your status, I am afraid he would have defeated your brother and become the emperor of Asgard. In this regard, you have to learn he."
Hearing what he said, the second emperor frowned, and a displeased lightning flashed in his one eye, but he said nothing.
The old musician shook his head, knowing that he was resisting, so he could only break the situation into pieces and explain it clearly to him: "It's just temporary weakness in Guixu. It's not worth losing a lot of things for the power in front of you. . This Grand Judge has a very long-term vision. He can only get the scepter by killing a saint. But does he really care whether he has the scepter? As long as he is in Angelo, he will definitely win the Golden Palace. With Zhang’s blessing, he will be able to gain power that is not inferior to that of natural disasters.”
"After all, it is an external force and cannot be relied upon." The second emperor said.
The old musician glanced at him and said, "Are you anxious to become a scepter?"
When he said this, the second emperor understood.
Will he be anxious? After resonating with Odin, he is now equivalent to the blood descendant of a demigod. The future is bright, and the achievement of the scepter is almost certain.
The same goes for the chief judge, no, he even has more choices than he has.
Whether it is to go to the East to climb the path of heaven and man, or to inherit Haydn's music theory and holy name, it is a majestic road. He doesn't even need to rely on others. With his talents, it's only a matter of time before he becomes the scepter.
The Holy City can be blocked for a while, but it cannot be blocked for a lifetime.
"So he's not in a hurry."
The old musician said calmly: "To him, a dead saint is far less useful than a living one. In your opinion, what is his advantageous card now?"
The second emperor's son fell into deep thought for a long time, then raised his head: "Inquisition?"
"It's a little bit of an edge."
The old musician nodded: "The Inquisition is just an empty shell. It will take more than ten years to fill it up, even with the national power of Angel. It will be powerful in the future, but it is not enough to rely on now. But he has The most troublesome thing for the enemy is precisely this title."
"Grand Judge?" The second emperor's son suddenly wondered.
"That's right."
The old musician said calmly: "Is this what the Cardinal Church regrets the most? Originally it was just to use waste and cut off non-performing assets while dumping the blame, but they didn't expect that they shot themselves in the foot. They didn't think about it. , what if this great judge is a madman. He has the title of Hand of God to endorse him, and the stick of destiny to ensure that everything he does is in line with justice and justice. In other words... everyone who is his enemy will It's a heretic. In a short period of time, before the Holy City broke up with him, he did everything without any taboos. There is such a benefit, why would he kill a saint in front of so many people? What's more, if he really achieves the scepter in Guixu, the sect may not be able to control him anymore. It seems that he has obtained the scepter, but what he gets is just a shackles, and he will lose his own justice. Crown. And if you can control a living saint, it is like a chicken that lays golden eggs to him. He doesn't have to kill the goose to get the eggs. Besides... "
When the old musician said this, he was stunned for a moment and couldn't help laughing at himself, with a bitter smile.
"What else can you say?" the second emperor asked.
The old musician sighed softly: "Besides, no matter how we look at it, even if we speculate from the harshest angle, this Grand Judge... is a good person."
The second emperor was silent.
This is simply the most ridiculous joke in the world, but it happens to be true.
People who have reached their status understand that the most expensive thing in this world is not power or strength... but conscience.
Conscience will make people miss opportunities and pay a heavy price, but that person just doesn't care.
Everyone knows that for a little girl, he brazenly killed people in front of the Holy City, provoked almost every institution in the Holy City, and did not hesitate to push everyone against him.
Although absurd, this is the most credible inference at hand.
-This Grand Judge and Hand of God is probably the only conscience in the entire cult and the character representative of the Holy City.
Who would suspect that such a man would seek the power to kill an old nun
"If this is a disguise..."
Halfway through the second emperor's words, he couldn't help laughing at himself.
What a stupid question.
If this is a disguise, doesn't it mean that this person is even more terrifying
The second emperor sighed softly.
"I'm starting to admire him."