Compared to Eastman, Moniontoros's church looks like a black coffin outside, but the details of the interior can still show its squandering: the murals are from the master's hand, stretching from the front porch to the ear porch. The corridor is filled with sculptures, glowing and long golden skirts of the goddess Gaia and Norns cover the door leading to the sacrificial room. In front of the sacrificial troupe is a lampstand in sterling silver. If nothing unexpected happens, they should have never been put into use. Linde passed by the delicately shaped stained glass and found the Pope and his knights.

Someone outside the confession room took the lead, but was rejected by the pope indifferently. "The Crown Prince has no time to see you, sir, he needs time to prepare and baptize a king's heir in the evening."

"Which king?"

"I can't tell you, sir. Please be patient."

"When will I wait?"

"When the crown is free," the knight replied seriously. The believer who asked for the Pope was indeed angry with him, but unexpectedly, the man neither turned around nor persevered. He stayed there for nearly three minutes, enough for Linde to walk from the intersection corridor to the circular chamber.

Planning to ask the goddess for help? Unfortunately, there are only devout wizards here, without the kind clergy you hope for. "Tattoo" Lord Jizuk is happy to stuff school wizards into the ranks of ascetics to teach them the benefits of knowledge and truth. Lind had also been fortunate to stand at Gaia's feet. He knew very well that the cross knight who was blocking was a wizard, not a clergy.

But when the guy turned around, Linde realized that he was not a believer at all. Fortunately, I wore a hat and the wizard thought. He didn't want to have any connection with this mixed-race hybrid anymore.

Dewet Hearn passed by Lind Punabag, and the sniffing sound was very loud in his ears. It was not worth wondering about the appearance of the little lord of Knights Bay in Moniontoros, right? I have to ask the Pope.

The Knight did not stop him. In fact, he ignored Linde. Once upon a time, I also looked at others like this. Linde recalled the past with a long handle of an umbrella and opened the door. "Dear Crown." He knew that the other party was happy to hear this title.

"Tattoo" Jizuk stood up generously to welcome him. "Extremely unexpected, my Gaia, look, this is Linde!" He approached staggeringly, as if his knees were more painful than Linde. "Don't you lie on the bed waiting for your injury to heal? What supports you to leave the door and work enthusiasm? No, it's...oh, it's loyalty to faith! I can feel it! It's true!"

Hell, let me go. "Yes, respectful crown prince." I have to admit that although Pope Gaia in front of me has no style and is probably close to a madman, he is indeed a law wizard of the Silence School. He can see through people's hearts, and Linde doesn't know how much he can see. Fortunately, the other party doesn't care about some small thoughts that seem very boring but are quite fatal to Linde.

"Tattoo" Jizuk suddenly lost his enthusiasm. He sat back on the lounge chair and looked solemn and majestic. The great wizard was different from Shania Ravenus. When he was serious, his posture was full of defense. He had a pair of straight gray eyebrows, his eyes emitting resistance in the narrow border, doubtful eyes, and his words did not reveal his teeth at all.

But if you want to observe carefully, his facial features seem to be ready to squeeze together at any time, and his chin and Adam's apple are also very cramped. You will immediately realize that he is actually sitting on pins and needles, as if he is not facing a mortal who is worshipping, but a pot of boiling oil that is about to pour in his head. Dewet Hearn must not know that the pope he is seeking for is like this, and that bastard is also considered good luck.

"Don't ask me religious questions, Lind. Go and ask Luo Shan for advice, she will be happy to answer." "Tattoo" yawned solemnly. "You still have questions, okay, let's talk about them."

If he wanted to know where my passion for work came from, Lind thought, that was good news. But Lord Jizuk's urgency was just out of performance. He had to patiently act with the other party: "It's the Gulf War, no, the White Night War. Crown, do you know the story of the White Night Knight?"

"The initiator of this war?"

"No, no." One of the fuses that caused the war to break out has just left outside your door. It can connect the White Night Knight to the Gulf War. Obviously, most of the wizards of the Silent School know nothing about it. Linde had to start from scratch and try to distinguish between the primary and secondary.

However, the "tattoo" was unmoved: "It's really interesting. The core of the alchemy is mixed with the messy mysterious items, Oh, Dela Bry is dead, I still know this. But what does the White Night War have to do with me? The church's demand for vampire essence has long been less urgent."

"That's right, the crown prince, but there are also the demon lords and their secret associations." You should be interested, right? "The Black Knight's sacred text was not retrieved, and he did not appear at all." Lind knew the content of the sacred text, and the confession that Uriel showed him could not be a lost sacred text. "The Mercury Lord has only one page in his hand, but that belongs to another confession. Now it is in the hands of the White Envoy of the Tower."

"The White Envoy is also a demon hunter. Sooner or later, he will find the Mercury Lord to regain the lost page." The fake pope said, "Since he is not in his hands, why should we bother you? I don't want to be the next Jethra Putrid."

Archbishop Brestattic once defeated the commander of the tower in Eastman and killed him because of the war background of the Battle of Saints. Soon he realized that he had made up his mistakes. Soon after, Jessera welcomed a new opponent - the current Minister of Foreign Affairs of the Tower, the most powerful empty land under the Saint, and the commander of the tower in the tower, named after the White Prophecy. The bishop of the Glorious Parliament immediately lost his goddess protection. From Wahimouth to Mottog, Jessera was defeated, and even the great cause of Brestattic's territory was forced to end in front of the Hot Land Hills of Eastman.

Lin De never thought about finding Bai Zhi's envoy again. The combined flood of the Six Finger Fort and the Mercury Lord failed to solve the other party. Can the hollow realm achieve this? It is simply incredible. The only gain from his attempt was to warn himself not to be lucky anymore. I must be farther away from Bai Zhi's envoy, the better.

"I don't mean that, the crown prince," Lind told him, "The White Night Knight had kept the confession for decades. This shows that he had studied that thing, at least understood its characteristics - the sacred scriptures need to be constantly shifted, and that confession is always in his hands. This is the evidence."

"His research?" Jizuk became interested, "Can you find clues?"

"Shania Ravenus is in Knights Bay, and none of her subordinates come back," Lind reluctantly revealed, "Even if there are clues, they are in her hands now. But we still have a chance."

"You mean that bastard mortal?"

Dewet Hearn had a considerable degree of connection with the Church of Gaia, but unfortunately Peyton Forest committed suicide. His castle was the lord castle of the White Night Knight back then, and its territory was also the former family territory of the White Night Knight.

The witch of fate in the tower might have found something inside, and eventually she destroyed the Chaosheng Castle. Shania was just picking up her leftovers. Lind placed her hope in the Knights Bay, not the Chaosheng Castle: "The daughter of the White Night Knight, Ingri, returned to her father's hometown. She got engaged to a high-ringed Dower, but then betrayed her fiancé and became the lord's lover. After the love was exposed, she escaped from the bay and disappeared."

"Never trust women, Lind." Jizuk giggled, "especially those smart girls. Women are more cute or stupid. The witches of the school are all bad choices. Is this knight's daughter still alive?"

"Her fiancé is alive, crowned, and stared at the Baylor Lord. That guy is a drow, who always takes first love seriously. They usually marry them."

"Okay. DeWit Hearn. It seems I have to meet him... No, let Pope Gaia wait." Obviously, he has escaped from his temporary role. "This is just a small snack. Confessions and sacred scriptures are the key. After all, elemental chaos is imminent. Well, Linde, it seems that we have to start with the demon association. Who made them reveal their flaws?"

Linde really couldn't keep up with his ideas. "Flaws, yours? Devil's association?"

"Mercury Lord Rameta." "Tattoo" Your priest raised his legs and showed a strange smile on his face. "Lord of the Silent School." He stretched out a finger and leaned against his nose and shrewd softly.

...

A chirping bird cries came from outside the window, and then the bald man roared a few times to drive the bird away. This little thing didn't wake up my sister, Ruth drooled and turned over and continued to sleep soundly. Her beautiful red hair almost stuck to the pillow. The bed sheet was pushed to the wall, and her toes fell on the carpet, trembling slightly with her breathing. I should bathe her, wash her hair, and then change the pillowcase and sheet. The bed curtain was covered with a layer of dust, which also needed to be thoroughly cleaned...

The tip of the needle suddenly pierced his finger, and Hitarian quickly threw away the fabric and put the wound in his mouth to suck. She looked at the blood on the handkerchief and realized that there was another piece of clothing she wanted to wash. Annoyed, Hitarian threw the needle and thread into the basket. I could have bought a dozen, why did I need to knit it by myself?

Making handkerchiefs was not her original plan. Hitarian wanted a wool dress, but at first she realized that her craft had regressed greatly, so she had to change it to a vest, then a scarf, half a scarf, hat, sleeves, gloves... and finally turned into a handkerchief. Things became irreversible from the scarf, because Hitarian was almost wasting the wool on the failed products.

"Are you knitting a sweater?" Murum's voice shocked her. If it weren't for throwing away the needle and thread, I'd probably have another wound on Hitarian's hand. "Why are you so hungry? Hitarian? Didn't have supper?" The boy thought she had bitten herself.

It's so stupid. The Black Knight cannot come back at this time. I am really a soldier. Hitarian became even more annoyed: "I won't do that! Will you eat yourself when you're hungry?"

"Of course not." Murum said. "Only the food goblin can do this. Look at this." He smiled mysteriously at her and opened the clasped palms. A ball of brown yarn lay in the palm.

"What is this?" Hitarian decided to give up to tossing hand-fabrics. The trainee doctor was better than the weaver. Her magic would be very popular. What's more, now she felt her fingers hurt when she saw the yarn ball.

"Try it, try it." He urged.

Hitarian poked the brown ball of thread with his finger. It wriggled and the pattern on the surface shrank. She recognized that the thick line was mixed with a few sugar beans and roasted raisins. Murum turned his arm and turned the back of the ball towards Hitarian, and then she realized that the back she had looked at was the one she had looked at.

The ball of yarn was opening, it stretched out its body, and a tempting smell of fruit spilled out of the crack. Hitarian swallowed, feeling a little hungry. It was not really yarn. Hitarian then saw frosting and solid cream, as well as diced strawberries embedded in its belly.

She stared at her eyes in surprise: "Food Goblin?"

"Brownny little brown fairy." The boy handed her the little thing, "I bought it from the foot merchant. You can eat it or let it do housework. Of course, remember to leave a small piece before eating."

"Oh, my dear!" Hitarian finally got rid of a lot of clothes to wash, and his excitement was beyond words. She threw herself into Murum's arms. Regardless of whether the boy expected her excitement, he quickly picked her up around the waist and turned around the carpet. Because the two were close in height, they only took a few seconds to fly. They fell on Ruth's bed together. Hitarian felt his forehead became wet, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

"Go and wipe it off quickly, Hitarian, go quickly." Murum couldn't breathe.

Hitarian picked up the half-knitted handkerchief on the ground - or a piece of cloth with messy stitches - wiped his face clean. It would only get dirtier anyway. She bit off the strawberry and frosting, and watched the remaining half of the dessert bulge like a balloon, and in the blink of an eye it returned to its original appearance. The little thing screamed in the beginning, which scared Hitarian. As a result, Murum told her that the little brown fairy had no pain, and the thing shut up embarrassedly.

"You laugh at me!" She wiped her sister's face clean and then ordered the little brown fairy to weave the handkerchief. It worked in the air with a weak head and almost hit the dressing table.

Murum finally stopped laughing: "You know, Hitarian, you know. I didn't mean it at all." Hitarian had noticed Ruth's saliva left in her dream, but she didn't deal with it. "Give it a name, it can still help you carry things. Hand soap? Funnel? Hook? Or strawberry cake?" He grimaced. "The people who sell this thing said that most Brownie Brown Fairies called similar names."

Hitarian narrowed his eyes: "Scissors."

"What?"

"It's called scissors." She turned her head and called, "Come here, scissors." The fragrant little brown fairy flew over obediently. Obviously, it knew very well who would decide its future. "Do you like this name?"

The scissors nodded loyally.
Chapter completed!