After summer, the weather is getting hotter and hotter, and the water vapor on the sea is steaming, but even on the sea, people still feel thirsty. Under the scorching sun, it seems that the soul is about to dry up, and it is dull and painful.
Looking from a distance, in the twisted air, the entire city seemed to be thrown into a steamer.
At this time every year, Avalon will usher in a period of vacation. Most people will not go out if they have nothing to do. They lie at home and gather crushed ice in the cellar to spend this mid-year holiday.
Noble families would take boats to various places to spend the summer.
But this year, the expected heat did not come.
Across the opened Avalon barrier, the huge crystal cube hung high above the city, rotating slowly. It was obviously crystal clear, but it was like a greedy black hole, and the brutal temperature shed by the scorching sun was absorbed. Absorb it all.
The temperature is really much lower than in previous years, making the whole city feel cool.
It is this coolness that reminds countless residents of Avalon of the existence of miracles.
After a storm, and after getting used to this huge thing hanging high above their heads, everyone looked up at the sky in awe.
The turmoil did not stop because of this, but became more and more huge as it brewed for several months.
At this moment in the upper town, the headquarters of the Anglo-Foreign Ministry had turned into a boiling cauldron.
From the beginning of the meeting three days ago to now, the dispute has not been resolved, but has become more and more intensified. Through the heavy door, you can still hear the roars of the gentle ambassadors of the past.
Tumo stars flew on his face.
Anglo's Foreign Minister's expression twitched, he raised his hand, wiped the water from the corner of his eyes, picked up the teacup and drank tea with an expressionless expression.
The voices of questions and low growls rang in his ears, and his eardrums stung. Under the turns of more than a dozen loud-voiced gentlemen, the minister's ears began to buzz at this moment.
Do you now have to take a voice and lung capacity test if you want to be a diplomat
He cursed secretly in his heart and quietly moved back a little - his eardrums hurt from the yelling.
"What Angel has done has violated our country's territorial rights! We strongly demand that Angel comply with the natural disaster management agreement and restrict the Ethernet under the joint management of all countries!"
"Strongly condemn this irresponsible behavior of Angelou!"
"We hereby call on both sides to communicate rationally, make correct decisions, and avoid acts of war."
"Angru's deployment on the high seas has seriously hindered our country's transportation routes. According to the agreement between the two parties, we ask Angru to lift the blockade immediately, otherwise our country will take necessary actions!"
"Didn't Her Majesty the Queen have any response to our credentials?"
No matter how much the ambassadors quarreled and yelled, the ministers still had empty eyes, were dazed, and were distracted.
Pretend not to hear.
Roar, roar, shout, shout.
There's no use yelling anyway.
Hand over credentials
If the credentials are useful, what is the need for the fifth department
These fools have never understood that the person in charge now is not Her Majesty the Queen at all, but the Prince of Avalon who is so elusive and so low-key that he has no sense of existence at all!
Also jointly manage the Ethernet
Disarm the navy
Open trade routes
hehe.
Dream, there is everything in the dream.
The minister rolled his eyes nonchalantly and looked at the ceiling.
Ah, another difficult day...
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"It's so hot."
Similarly, in the office of Westminster Abbey, the old man in pajamas leaned on the chair, stretched out his hands to dig at his feet, and looked at the seat opposite with his white eyes:
"Can't you make that big thing cooler? After staying up all night for several months, I can't sleep well even with this damn weather."
"You've already retired, why bother setting an example as a saint?" Ye Qingxuan shook his head, "I'm willing to fund the renovation of Westminster Abbey for you to ensure it's comfortable and cool."
Mephistopheles rolled his eyes: "Do you think I really lack such a little money?"
"Then what are you planning for?"
"Aren't there only a few pursuits in this life?"
Mephistopheles sighed: "I'm not short of money. After taking the oath of integrity and keeping my heart, I can't find a lover. I'm still an old virgin after living for seventy years. Besides a little good reputation, what else can I want? "
Speaking of this, his expression became more helpless and complicated.
He only asked for this little thing in his life.
But now it seems that Ye Qingxuan will waste this little thing.
"I was still guessing when you would come to the door, but I didn't expect to be unable to sit still so soon." Mephistopheles glanced at the newspaper on the table with a half-smile: "Is it because of this?"
"There's part of the reason."
Ye Qingxuan shrugged.
That was an announcement from the Order.
once a week.
He used to copy this thing when he was in Root Town, and he could even recite the issue number by heart.
This issue is about the revision of the new Holy Code. After adding several items, hundreds of words were spent on nonsense, but the most important content was not mentioned.
Contents about the Inquisition began to be deleted from the Holy Scriptures, and the evaluation of the Inquisition gradually changed in the history of the order.
Many scholars began to re-study the movement of witch hunting and presented many innocent cases to prove that the Inquisition was out of control and wrong.
To most people, this isn't a big deal, but the implications are interesting.
According to speculation, this is just the beginning. In the future, there will probably be more methods to gradually subvert the legitimacy of the tribunal and eliminate it completely.
At that time, after losing justice and justice, the tribunal will no longer have enough basis, and even Ye Qingxuan, the Hand of God, will become a mere charlatan and will no longer have the legitimacy of the past.
When the two of them were talking about this, Ye Qingxuan suddenly sneezed, pulled out a handkerchief, and washed his nose awkwardly, suppressing the sound of coughing.
"Have you caught a cold?"
"I stood a little high in the past two days and didn't pay attention to keeping warm." Ye Qingxuan shrugged: "It's very cold at high places."
"You only realize it now?"
Mephisto gloated, "Are you anxious?"
"A bit." Ye Qingxuan nodded calmly.
"You deserve it. Thanks to that thing of yours, the whole West is now in chaos."
Mephisto pointed to the top of his head: "But is it really worth it? Ye Qingxuan, you could have become one of the most powerful people in the world, but now you have to bet everything on an illusory possibility."
"I think it's quite a deal."
Ye Qingxuan laughed and copied Mephisto's exact words: "After all, aren't there only a few pursuits in this life?"
In silence, Mephistopheles shook his head, slowly sipped the cold black tea from the cup, then stood up, revealing his large pants and two hairy legs under his pajamas.
He walked to the bedside table in his slippers, picked up a stack of manuscripts, walked back, and threw it in front of Ye Qingxuan.
"This is what you want."
Mephistopheles sighed softly: "I have exhausted all the knowledge of myself and the sixteen scribes of Westminster Abbey. The name Mephisto has accumulated a lifetime of credibility and the support of six sects. The manuscript that I wrote over several months is here."
He placed stacks of manuscripts in front of Ye Qingxuan.
"This is the new Book of Common Prayer, the Forty-one Articles of Faith that distinguish it from the Holy City, and, finally..."
He hesitated for a moment, but still placed the thickest part in front of Ye Qingxuan: "Based on the fragments of the Book of Guixu collected by various sects and the library of the Royal Academy of Music, we reorganized and compiled the teachings. That is, you What is truly desired.—A weapon to defy the Codex."
In silence, Mephistopheles returned to his position: "Congratulations, Your Highness. From now on, as long as you are willing, a new sect will be established, and you will become the new leader and the new pope. ."
Ye Qingxuan smiled bitterly, looked at the manuscript on the table, raised his head and asked:
"Bishop, does it have a name?"
After Mephistopheles pondered for a moment, he answered: "If what was in the past was the old scripture, then what is being created now should be the New Testament."
"New Testament?"
Ye Qingxuan nodded: "What a good name. Thank you for everything you have done, Bishop. I promise you that you will be immortal because of this."
"immortal?"
Mephistopheles shook his head and laughed at himself: "Famous for eternity? Or infamy for eternity?"
"Let future generations decide. If we don't even care about tomorrow, how can we care about things hundreds of years from now?"
Ye Qingxuan put away the manuscript and stood up to leave, but was stopped by Mephistopheles who was sitting on the chair.
The old man slumped in his chair and turned his head to look at him, as if his old eyes could really see something.
"Ye Qingxuan, even with the "New Testament", will you be any different from the cult?"
"Of course it's different, Bishop. What the holy book talks about is law, but law can't solve all problems." Ye Qingxuan raised the manuscript in his hand.
“And what the New Testament brings will be the gospel.”
"Gospel?"
Mephistopheles asked: "Whose gospel?"
Ye Qingxuan thought for a while and smiled:
"Of course it's those who need the gospel the most."
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