Right in front of the Marland Temple, there is a quaint square.

The stone slabs on the ground on the square were incomplete, with only a layer of fine sand and a stone fountain in the center, but it had been dry for many years, and there was no drop of water in the spring. In the distance, several pedestrians stopped in the square, talking to each other and gestured. Wherever they could see, believers in gray cloth robes were lying on the steps of the temple one by one, kissing the land under Ms. Marlan's feet.

This is a morning prayer. The customs and forms vary from place to place. The Kaolin people like to sit in tall and bright sacred temples and listen to the Hadith. The Authorites—the Ultracra choir known as the "Voice of the Golden Night". Legend has it that their singing is like the sound of nature among the clouds, just like a sirens—even the emperor of the empire, who only have two or three chances to appreciate the "Holy Singing" in a year.

Among the believers, Maihiel was preaching. He was wearing a robe, holding scriptures in one hand and holy objects in the other, and the silver running wolf of Marland shone in the sun.

The elderly knight was stunned when he saw him, but he still did not stop his work. He turned around and continued to give to the gods' teachings to the believers.

In addition to believers, the most were guards around. Teams of men, wearing armor and spears, patrolling from the square. Although the owner of this place was not there, the fortress still maintained his appearance when he was there. The atmosphere seemed to be more tense than two weeks ago. Istani had not experienced war for many years, and the alertness of the fortress seemed to be meaningful.

Perhaps the plan of the king of sand Babartan has reached a certain stage, and even Bein is on guard.

For a moment, Fang Yu suspected his judgment again, but this idea quickly disappeared in his mind.

With a bell coming from the ancient tower of the Holy Church, Chen Qi's time had passed and the believers left one after another. Mai Xier then walked down the stairs and walked to him:

"Why did you go back to Being and find your companions?"

"yes."

The elderly knight looked at him and said, "Since you are here, come in and sit down."

Fang Zhu just looked at the other party and nodded slightly.

The two walked up the steps and entered the temple.

Fang Yu looked around. The furnishings in the hall did not change much compared to when he left - as if everything was like this in Bein. Day after day, this fortress established in the sand and gravel always adhered to its ancient precepts. Just like a serious and taciturn guard, he stood firm on the gate of the northern part of the capital.

“I have seen people praying in the north, which is different from the customs here.”

"The way of prayer is only a form, as long as it is sufficient to express respect for all saints."

Maixier said as he walked.

God only needs to establish a faith connection with his believers, and fortunately, when their believers die, guide them to the kingdom of God. The souls of believers will be transformed into pure astral bodies, which are a form between starlight and life. It flashes like a sign in the dark world, guiding the gods in the heavenly kingdom and guiding the lost dead.

Those who believe have their belongings, while those who do not believe will return to dust. Faith is a big event in Aitalia. People without faith will transform into pure starlight after death, half into the kingdom of the dead, and the other half into a part of nature.

But the candidates are different.

After the caster died, the starlight was shared by the gods, just like part of the "Sacred Chosen Agreement", which is also the origin of their name. Fang Zhu learned all this from Bishop Tyrios later. Before that, he always thought that the "Sacred Chosen" of the indigenous people meant the chosen one.

But the so-called holy choice is the choice of all saints. They do not belong to a certain god, but belong to the common control of all gods. So it is no wonder that the chosen one can be resurrected in any temple.

However, if the summoner declares that he has the faith of a certain god, then after he leaves this world, most of the starlight left behind will belong to that god. This is why the gods are willing to accept "fake faith". Of course, there are also many noble gods like Ms. Aimeya - Ms. Forest, the powerful divine power does not require these powers of false faith.

Fang Zhu looked at the end of the hall and was immersed in the light of the sky, thinking that he should be considered a lady's side, right?

Although he doesn't think so, the rules between the gods are like this-

Maishire poured him a cup of tea, just like last time.

Looking at the rising white mist, Fang Zhu asked:

"Didn't you cause any trouble last time?"

"No, the count sent someone to ask some things."

"I reconciled with him."

Maixile just nodded.

"I haven't had time to thank you for what happened last time-"

"It's just the goddess' guide."

"But you also helped a lot."

"You're welcome."

The hall was a little quiet for a while.

Fang Yu passed by this place and accidentally wanted to come back and take a look. He left in a hurry last time and did not thank the elderly knight well.

Although some of the factors he came to this place did rely on Marland's guidance, the old knight's calm response also helped him a lot.

What's more, the goddess doesn't need his gratitude, but ordinary people are different.

When Maixier saw him drinking tea, he asked:

"I received a letter from Bishop Farris and learned about some of the things that happened in the capital. But there should be a reason for returning to Bein this time, right?"

Fang Zhu nodded.

"I'll help His Highness find someone."

"Is there anyone here with Your Highness the Princess?" Maixil was a little surprised.

Fang Yu described the person he had met before. However, except for a scar on his left face, the man was ordinary in other aspects. He was placed in the crowd and it was difficult to tell the kind of public passers-by at a glance. He just answered the other party's questions simply and did not expect anything to get.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! But after listening, Mai Xier raised his eyebrows gently: "I seem to have seen this person."

Fang Zhu looked at the elderly knight with a little surprise.

"Why did Your Highness the Great Princess ask you to find a sand thief?"

"Sand thief?"

But Maihill just said to himself.

Hearing Fang Yu's question, he came back to his senses and replied: "I can't be sure of this, but I have indeed seen that person more than once."

"He went to the temple to pray, and sought atonement from me, saying that he was praying for a friend. But two or three times, I saw him interacting with some people in the city. The temple had its own information channels. If I was not wrong, those people were the sand thieves outside the city."

Fang Zhu was stunned.

However, it may not be a big dealer to have any connection with the sand thieves outside the city.

But he always felt something was wrong, and he couldn't remember it for a while - the term "Sand Pirate" was both far and unfamiliar. He always felt that he had heard it somewhere, but he couldn't remember what was important for a while.

Perhaps because the matter of Istaniya has come to an end to him, everything is not that important.

He didn't stay in the temple for long, and said goodbye to Maixier and left. It was said that the two of them had just met one time before. The elderly knight helped him a lot, although under the guidance of the goddess. However, Fang Yu looked back at the ancient temple, reflecting the afterglow of the sunset, and realized that he had another friend in this unknown fortress in this world.

He didn't know whether he could still remember everything he had experienced in Aitalia many years later.

With every name in this world.

...

Rupert looked at the note in front of him with a gloomy face, like a black cloud that was raising himself on this hall-

The note was only the size of a palm, and it was rolled over. It seemed to have been rolled up and placed in the tying tube of a carrier pigeon. There were traces of bent on the paper.

The text above is very simple, with only a few words - the words of Istania are curved and winding, as if they come from the imitation of flames. It is the inheritance of ancient wisdom, which is a unique and unique comparison with the culture of Kaurin-Ishurien. The meaning of the text is more obvious:

“Verified.”

An abnormal flushing color surged onto His Highness's face, which was an anger that he tried to restrain, and a slight slight gathered. She clenched her fists tightly, her eyes turned black, and she was about to faint, but she still suppressed the dizziness and looked up at the middle-aged alchemist in front of her, and asked with a slight trembling voice:

"Achilles, is this true?"

The latter raised his head, met the princess's eyes, and lowered his head.

He hesitated a little and replied, "Maybe there are still some misunderstandings, Your Highness..."

"What I ask you is, is this all true?" Princess Rupert clenched her fists and said word by word: "There is really a 'A-Fe-Fa-Little Sister' next to that Governor?"

"Maybe it's just the same name..."

"That's a coincidence?" she laughed in anger.

"She has been with the sage."

"Is there any difference?"

Achilles remained silent.

"So he's always doubting my mother," Princess Rupert suppressed her voice, "What are Afefa and I? I believe that man so much..."

"No wonder he kept me in this place. Is he so scared?"

She couldn't help but sneer.

Achilles reminded him at this time: "Your Highness, these two things may not be related. We have only verified one aspect..."

There were some words behind him, but he thought about it for a while and didn't say it.

But this sentence just aroused the rebellion in the heart of His Highness the princess.

"Isn't it enough?" Her voice was as cold as ice: "The previous investigation has explained everything. Why did he always hide it... Seneman is the 'servant' of the blind follower, don't I know?"

"Because he is my father, I trust him unconditionally. But my father is the mastermind behind the killing of my mother. For the past ten years, I have been kept in the dark... He has long been suspicious of my mother, and maybe he has been doubting me. No, Afeifa is my sister, and I will never admit that a person who is inexplicable is my real sister--"

"Your Highness, your mother..."

"Shut up, Achilles."

With a clang, His Highness the Princess pulled out the scimitar and pointed the shaking snow blade at the middle-aged alchemist in front of him. "Shut up, what do you want to say!?"

Her voice echoed almost in the empty hall, sharp as if it was a banshees: "My mother would never betray him. I have been investigating all this for ten years. You will only know the details of the little things better than me. Do you want to betray me, Achilles!?"

Achilles looked at the other person with a expressionless face, but did not speak.
To be continued...