It All Starts with the Wizard

　　 Clemente's face turned gloomy immediately, and he was about to say something. At this time, the last red archbishop smiled and interjected:

　　 "Everyone is the most loyal believer of the goddess. Even if there are differences, they are all for the glory of the goddess. There is no need to argue about this."

　　 However, Origen did not appreciate at all, and said stiffly:

　　 "Archbishop Fit, I have to implement the arrangements under the crown of the Pope, so I won't chat with you!"

　　 After finishing speaking, he ignored the two of them, turned around and left.

Clement's face was gloomy, but he just looked at Olikin's back with cold eyes, while Fett's face still had a faint message on his face. He didn't seem to be angry at all. He glanced at Clement. Especially, said lightly:

　　 "Hehe, Archbishop Clement, Archbishop Origen is the new cardinal, after all, he is naturally young and energetic. When he gets in touch with the King of Steel, he will understand your advice today."

　　 Clement heard this and seemed to think of something. He twitched his mouth, sneered a few times, and left the tower with Fett.

　　 Origen returned to his own tower with a displeased look. He sat on the high-back chair, frowned and tapped the table lightly, and soon several bishops also walked into the lobby.

　　 Origen’s tone is still serious and indifferent:

　　 "Who is in charge of contacting the southern part of the Gangzawa Empire? Which priest spread the grace there?"

　　 A bishop who looked more than 60 years old heard this and stepped forward and said:

　　 "My lord, the empire has dealt a severe blow to the church, and the southern part is under the jurisdiction of Michele Landau..."

　　 Origen waved his hand impatiently and interrupted him, and then asked with a stronger tone:

　　 "I know this better than you. Now tell me, are there any clergymen near the Thorns Garden in the southern part of the empire?"

"This..."

　　 The old bishop was a little embarrassed and didn't know how to answer for a while.

　　 At this time, another bishop next to him suddenly took a step forward and said:

　　 "My lord, I remember Father Alexander seemed to be in that area as he did hard work."

　　 Origen rubbed his forehead, thought for a while and said:

　　 "Alexander... Alexander Anderson? He is still a priest? That's fine, let him go."

　　 Several bishops responded and turned around to leave. At this moment, Origen said again:

　　 "Wait, we are sending a team of judges to pick him up!"

　　 Several bishops immediately changed their expressions after hearing this:

　　 "My lord, after all, there is the territory of the Steelsawa Empire, if the judge enters rashly..."

　　 Before they could finish their words, Olikin stood up abruptly and roared loudly:

　　 "Huh! It's because we are too far looking and thinking about the gains and losses, so that God's grace has not been able to envelop Steel Ze, you just do it, don't question my orders here!"

　　 The bishops looked at each other, and then resigned one after another.

　　 The sunset over the forest, that is, the forest where Roman lives currently. For Roman, it is already the evening of the next day.

Roman slowly opened his eyes. The tree house was still dim. He stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes vigorously. Roman sat up on the bed board. The cold starlight shone through the window on the left and spread on the floor. A layer of silver-white brilliance.

　　 Is it night again?

Roman is still in the aftermath of just waking up, and his reaction is a little slow, but Roman doesn't care. He doesn't even bother to consider how long he has been asleep. For his current situation, time may not be that important. .

　　 After waking up a bit, Roman stood up and began to move his body. Although there was still some pain in his chest, there was basically no major problem in other places.

Roman walked to the window again and looked around. The night in the deep forest was full of black mystery, but the sound of insects from time to time in the forest added a new life to this mystery. After being covered by layers of leaves, the water-like moonlight and sky full of stars were faintly exposed, which made Roman feel as if he were in a dream.

However, then an unprovoked loneliness brought it back to reality. Roman sat back on the bed again, took out some of the bread and jerky that had become somewhat cold from his backpack, and simply dealt with it with spirits. A meal.

　　 In the end, Roman took out the Apocalypse from his arms and rubbed the cover for a while as usual. For some reason, Roman fell in love with the rough touch, which allowed Roman to truly feel its existence.

　　 Turning over the Apocalypse again, Roman directly turned the book to the page where the thoughts were drawn. After taking a few deep breaths, Roman's eyes condensed, and he cut his finger with a waist knife and dripped blood on the page.

The blood was not absorbed by the book page, but condensed into a drop of blood, and began to slide along the line of the pattern on the page. The blood drop moved faster and faster, and was finally drawn into a strand of blood like hair. In the end, the pattern outlined by the blood line completely overlapped the original pattern on the book page, and then the whole pattern began to glow with a faint red light.

All of Roman’s consciousness was once again completely attracted to the past, but this time it did not seem to be drawn into the dark space like the first time. Instead, he felt that the pattern was being carved into his mind little by little, like hot magma. Flowing in the cerebral cortex, the severe pain made Roman's eyes full of bloodshot eyes. UU Reading www. uukanshu.com, however, Roman's thinking is fixed on this pattern as if he is firmly fixed, and his thinking and vision are all occupied by this pattern.

　　 It took a long time for Roman to fall from the bed, sweating, and the apocalypse in his hand fell to the side and closed automatically.

Roman lay on the floor, gasping for breath, and it took a long time to finally get up from the floor. He looked at the apocalypse on the ground with some lingering fears. If it hadn’t been for a mysterious force to forcibly concentrate his attention. It is estimated that if he persists for less than half, he will have a nervous breakdown, and that pain is simply not something humans should bear.

　　 But, I finally got through it, I hope it's all worth it.

　　 Roman sat on the bed and closed his eyes again. As Roman's mind gradually concentrated, the pattern seemed to be engraved in Roman's mind, and every line was clearly visible.

But as Roman began to meditate, the lines on the pattern seemed to be alive and began to creep slowly. At the same time, Roman's mind sank into the boundless darkness, as if he was in the deepest part of the sea. It was the familiar, chilling babble that appeared in my ears.

The babbling was still very weak at first, just like someone was whispering through a window, making Roman unconsciously want to hear what they were saying. However, as time passed, the voice gradually became louder and conversational. People seem to have appeared in the room, there are many people, they are arguing in a low voice, their tone of voice is quick, and there is a trace of panic and helplessness inside.

　　 In the end, the dialogue seemed to have evolved into loud rants and verbal abuse, and began to make all kinds of harsh rubbing sounds, like hundreds of thugs hoarse howls in Romain's ears!