sinovels Chapter 84 Cursed Season Chapter [-]
Chapter 84 Cursed Season Chapter [-]
Bartholomew was placed deep within the Holy See.
As the pain became more and more severe, Middleton was his destination, but like a huge melting pot, he felt his strength melting and passing away in such pain.
He shouldn't have flesh and blood, so the bones made a creaking sound of resistance, and the darkness shrouded him, and he couldn't tell day from night.
Aurora's connection to him had grown tenuous, and the girl who had been waiting in Middleton might be anxiously seeking his location.
For some reason, he suddenly thought of the knight who was always silent.
Beautiful hazel-colored pupils, obviously taciturn but always a bit shy, even his voice is quiet and hoarse, which makes people have a trustworthy intuition.
He would secretly give him food and water at night.
Even Bartholomew himself doesn't know whether these things have any meaning to this inhuman body.
During the interval of confusion, he began to hear the sound of armor colliding, and then a faint fragrance wafted over, and some light lit up, and then went out again.
He heard a voice.
"Inform the bishops that it will be tomorrow."
It was the fluctuation of the light element, and the water element was mixed in it to remove the snake blood and dirt attached to the iron cage. His vision gradually became clear, but the pain inside made him unable to straighten his body. With a threatening expression, the only remaining pupil reflected a pair of hands that were too slender as if they could be broken easily.
The man's long silver hair seemed to reflect a hazy halo in the darkness, and his gray-green pupils approached the cursed creature in the cage under the guarded and frightened eyes of the other knights.
"You should know, because the oracle is related to you."
before he leaves the cage.
The knight with the hazel-colored pupils never appeared again.
A few months ago, when Ed fell into a certain forest in the Western Continent and his calf was pierced by a tree branch, the Pope, as usual, only made a symbolic appearance at the beginning of the social season.
With Middleton's hustle and bustle, Aphra can bring him the people he needs.
The royal families of the various kingdoms, the Fetts, and the recluses.
They may not have exactly the same beliefs. The Masonfield family has never been recorded in the books. The only intersection between them and the Holy See was in the Blackstone Era. It was not clear whether he was a member of the Masonfield Archbishop, which violated the usual tradition. However, after the Baird Council, the founder's family did not have any contact with the Holy See.
He chose carefully to meet at a location outside the Holy See.
Trollope Papal State Frontier
Gloria Wizard Academy.
Stepping into the soaring tower, Ezesel put away his usual lazy expression.
The magic circle on the ground changed into ancient characters, and the power of the elements rotated and gathered below the ground, occasionally making a slight sound like a flower bud opening.
This is not the first time the young Pope has visited Gloria. The admiration of the students is the reason why he loves this place, but he never knew that Gloria would have such a place.
The huge bookshelf reaches the dome, forming a huge labyrinth. Along the countless winding wooden stairs, the fine gems are scattered, and he climbs up each step, forming a fascinating brilliant light belt. While breathing, he can Feel the heartbeat of this space, as quiet and peaceful as all things grow.
He picked up a green gemstone, and the gemstone shattered between his fingers, turning into a pile of fleeting magic runes. He squinted his eyes and recognized it, an advanced wood healing technique.
"His Excellency Pope Ezesel."
The man with his back to him seemed to have just noticed the arrival of the Pope. His fingers stroked the dusty pages, and the pages with the smell of old damp closed obediently, followed by the man's slender fingers. He lifted it up casually, and the heavy "History of the Development of Wooden Magic in the Golden Era" floated down on a staircase.
If there were any believers of light present, they would be angry and shocked by such a scene. For their belief, the great Pope—Ezesel's movement of looking up, even in front of his eyes, only On the seemingly endless spiraling wooden ladder, the corner of the man's robe.
Middleton's sunset has been sung and praised by countless poets, but he never makes Ezesel feel a touch of deja vu, and the year after year is like a carol that remains unchanged for a hundred years.Ezesel is not a person who likes nostalgia, but at such a moment, Ezesel's fingertips felt itchy for a moment, as if he was beaten by a silencing spell when he whispered when he followed his teacher to visit the noble manor when he was a child Breaking, the nerves shook, and the smell of grass and trees spread in the tip of the nose.
And when he raised his head, the light chestnut-haired man gently put down the ankle-length cloak that was originally draped over his shoulders. The green pupils had a reserved and gentle smile, like an ancient tree watching a hare looking for food in the forest Cub.
He never gets old.
"Mr. Masonfield, I haven't seen you for many years."
Masonfield, this legendary family.The man was not surprised that Ezesel remembered such a short meeting when he was a child. He slightly raised his hand, and while stepping on the ground carved by the magic circle, the wooden ladder slowly sank into the ground.
That was when he was very young, after the oracle came, he turned away from the local nobles who were prostrate on the ground with respectful eyes, and crossed the Gloria Plain with the knights to Middleton.
He is rescued by men, in an unusual disturbance of the elements.
At that time, he had no way of knowing the name of this powerful mage.
"I am sorry for the passing of Pope Domin."
Ezesel raised the corner of his mouth. In view of the long-term seclusion, even though he had succeeded to the throne many years ago, it might be just the latest news for this hermit. Ezesel squeezed out a smile that did not seem sincere at all, and walked At that moment, a golden-enclosed tome fell from the bookshelf beside him, but the man in an ordinary gray robe did not feel any dissatisfaction. He just glanced at it silently, and the heavy and precious solitary copy obediently flew back to its original place.
"I know why His Excellency the Pope is visiting."
The man's voice was gentle and did not fluctuate. Ezesel took a few steps forward and stood sideways in front of a huge floor-to-ceiling window. A few letters and a few old notes were scattered on the table. On the opened page It is full of ancient runes that cannot be recognized in a short time.
"As a member of the Baird Council inherited by blood, the Masonfield family has not attended the parliament for several generations."
Pope Dumin’s notes mentioned that Masonfield’s heirs had tried their best to maintain the operation of the Baird Council in the early days of the establishment of the Baird Council, established a complete parliamentary system to ensure the inheritance of members of the council from generation to generation, and passed a unique selection The system prevents the parliament from decaying for a long time. However, since the age of the gods, with the Masonfield family's seclusion, the world no longer understands the glorious past of the Masonfield family.
Ezesel carefully looked at the man in front of him. His curly brown hair was tied loosely behind his head. There were a pair of frameless round eyes on the bridge of his nose. The end of the silver chain hanging from one side was inlaid with fine white gemstones. On the side of the man's neck covered by the neckline of the robe, he did not stop because of the pope's question, he paced around the bookshelves seemingly casually, his eyes focused on the obscure words and symbols on the back of the book, and he had little knowledge of the pope since he entered the door. The provocative series of actions and tone of voice are indifferent, even with some connivance of elders towards young people, but he looks so young, even though the handsome face that is naturally suitable for gentle expressions hardly shows any expression .
Ezesel picked up the envelope with the silver seal of the silver eagle seal.
"Your Excellency still does not plan to attend the Baird Council this year."
He used a declarative tone.
The man took out a book, gently brushed the dust off the cover with his left hand, turned around and sat down in front of Ezesel.
"The Masonfield family has been hiding from the world for many years. I hope His Majesty the Pope can understand that the current world is no longer something that a corrupt person like me can understand."
Ezesel was a little powerless in the face of such a man. The man's still profile looked like Pope Domin's favorite oil painting with gentle colors. He had never heard any other rumors about the Masonfield family. The man who still exudes powerful fluctuations in magic power has been used to staying out of everything for a long time.
He began to think about what could move him.
"The daughter of Earl Ocassie will marry the eldest son of the Van der Rohe family. After the Age of the Gods, the last family with prophesied blood will lose their surname. The prophet of Fett has passed away, and the war continues."
Masonfield showed his first real expression. He has a pair of shallow dimples. Even if it is so easy to make adults unhappy, it seems that he is helpless and tolerant when facing children, but his pair reveals the signs of years of erosion. His indifferent eyes made one wonder whether time is particularly fond of him.
"God has been away from this land for too long."
Ezethel looked him in the eye without fear.
"I understand His Majesty's plan." His finger stopped on a certain page: "There are many things that I can't do anything about. His Majesty's concerns are justified, but too many things are not as His Majesty sees, even the greatest life and the wise will be blinded."
Ezethel's gray-green eyes were covered by silver eyelashes, and the eyes were full of fog, making it difficult to see emotions clearly, but Masonfield was unwilling to give him the answer he deserved after spending so much patience on him.
He just waved his hand, and the revolving ladder rose from the ground, and he stepped on it slowly.
"Because of a mistake that can never be made up, Masonfield has assumed the curse of God. Therefore, Your Majesty the Pope, for the glory of the God of Light, please make a careful decision."