I take the witch with me to conquer the world

In this world, people always tend to choose things that they can foresee and control, and often avoid those unknown and uncertain things.

Fang Sheng was no exception. Facing Crest's arrangement, he did not show any dissatisfaction. Instead, he felt that such a decision was more in line with his wishes. After all, if the white dragon really could not compete with the Twilight Seat, then the power of faith contained in the statue of the Earth Mother Goddess would become their last straw.

Fang Sheng thought silently in his heart, hoping that they would never need to use this last guarantee. If it really came to that, he swore that he would stay as far away from the scene as possible to avoid being detected by the Mother Earth. After all, he had not only snatched a person from the Mother Earth, but also accidentally kicked down her statue. Fang Sheng really couldn't imagine how the Mother Earth would treat him if she found out about him, the former Holy Knight.

Moreover, his boss, the Goddess of Glory, had once robbed the Earth Mother's World Tree. Although that World Tree did not originally belong to the Earth Mother, Fang Sheng believed that the Earth Mother would never forget this account.

Thinking of external aid, Fang Sheng's eyes lit up. After a light cough that attracted the attention of everyone present, he spoke: "Can you report to your superiors and ask for more assistance? Perhaps we can find some more powerful allies to fight against that dusk together."

Fang Sheng's face was full of seriousness. He knew that if they wanted to defeat the powerful Dusk, their current strength would not be enough. He even thought that except for the White Dragon who might come to help, everyone else, including himself, was just some insignificant filler.

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Sheng added: "By the way, we cannot rule out the possibility that the other side will have reinforcements. After all, a powerful being like Huang Hun would not appear on the territory of another country for no reason."

When Crest heard this, he immediately felt the seriousness in Fang Sheng's words. A hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, and he hurriedly asked, "Mr. Julian, has something happened that we don't know about?"

Fang Sheng seized this opportunity, his expression became more serious, and he slowly said: "Yes, Mr. Crest. The white dragon once reminded me that it felt a breath of time in the town. The power of this breath is not inferior to the dusk itself. Although this breath is very rare, if we fight against the dusk now, I am afraid that the owner of this breath will not stand idly by."

Crest and Bradley looked at each other, their eyes showing deep worry. They knew clearly that the foreign aid Julian mentioned was a powerful white dragon. Therefore, they attached great importance to Fang Sheng's reminder.

However, they never expected that the situation would deteriorate to such a serious extent, and even another 'Seventh Seat' appeared in the vicinity of Juliannum.

Bradlico stood up, his face extremely solemn, and he said firmly: "I must contact His Majesty the Patriarch immediately. Kleist, if there is any new situation, please inform me as soon as possible."

After that, Bradley hurriedly left the meeting room. Fang Sheng turned to look at Crest and asked, "Is there anything else I need to deal with? If not, I will leave. I still have to take him to see the White Dragon."

"Goodbye, Mr. Julian. May the light of knowledge always illuminate your way forward." Kleist pointed his right hand like a sword and pressed it against the center of his chest. His eyes were full of determination.

Fang Sheng responded with an elegant aristocratic manner, but he did not say anything more. He then left the meeting room with Desmond.

Crest's eyes were fixed on Fang Sheng's receding back until Fang Sheng left the room and the door blocked Crest's sight.

As Fang Sheng left, the iron-like look on Crest's face slowly melted away, as if being stripped away bit by bit by the cold winter wind. An indescribable confusion and bewilderment appeared on the old face of the white-haired old man.

"Mr. Julian," Kleist murmured, his voice low and a little hoarse, "What exactly are you thinking that makes you choose to stay and help us?" His words echoed in the empty room, just like the bells outside echoing in a church.

As he finished speaking, the heavy books on the table seemed to be lifted up by an invisible force, slowly floating in the air, revealing a cut train ticket pressed under the pile of books.

The edges of the ticket were a little worn, but the destination on it, the Alan Empire, was still clearly visible.

Crest's eyes fell on the ticket, and his thoughts drifted away, recalling Fang Sheng's words and actions yesterday.

Not fearing a powerful enemy like the Twilight Constellation, selflessly helping, protecting the weak, and sticking to their faith. These behaviors are the common characteristics of people who believe in the Goddess of Glory. Crest couldn't help but feel a little respect in his heart.

He turned his head and looked out the window. The bright and dazzling sunlight shone through the window into the room, adding a touch of nostalgia to his eyes. The sunlight was like golden sand, sprinkling on Kleist's white hair, coating his weathered face with a faint halo filter.

Once, he also met a Radiant believer who was on a pilgrimage. She was a young woman, and her eyes were full of piety to the Radiant Goddess and love for the world. And what was very coincidental was that he was rescued by her at that time. If it weren't for the help of that Radiant believer, I'm afraid he would not have been able to escape from the brink of death.

Now, Julianum is facing a huge crisis again, but another glorious believer who could have easily left and walked away chose to stay and fight for this group of irrelevant people.

In the somewhat quiet room, Klaus's memories were interrupted by the noise from the outside world. He stood up, slowly walked to the window, pushed open the heavy window, and a burst of fresh air mixed with laughter from afar poured into the room.

He looked down at the scene outside the church from a height. The streets there had regained their vitality. Children were chasing and playing in the square, their laughter was clear and sweet. Vendors were hawking their wares on both sides of the street, their goods were dazzling.

Such a life is so beautiful and peaceful. Kleist unconsciously showed a smile on his face.

But soon, his smile froze. He withdrew his gaze from those happy faces and looked into the distance. His eyes became cold and ruthless.

Evildoers of time, this is the kingdom of knowledge and earth, how can we allow you to do whatever you want?