I became a mage and was recruited by the lord as his son-in-law

Without Beth noticing, a rune flashed under Bennett's butt.

A gray light flashed, and Bennett looked at Beth.

Beth was still thinking about the nightmare she had just had. She sat cross-legged opposite Bennett, holding the necklace in her hand.

"I remember you said that crushing this necklace would allow you to save my life."

Bennett nodded and said:

“If you are in danger where I can’t see you, you can crush the necklace and use the runes inside to teleport to my side.

The runes in this necklace were carefully crafted by me. They are not ordinary space marking runes, but soul runes..."

"Okay, okay, it's too much trouble. I can't understand."

Bennett: “…”

Beth was most afraid of listening to this nonsense. She didn't like reading. Compared to understanding the world from books, she preferred to understand it with her own feet.

When Bennett talked at length, she became bored and didn't want to listen or think about it any more.

Putting the necklace back on her neck, Beth smoothed her blonde hair, smiled, and said:

"Don't you feel bored looking at those notes every day?"

Bennett didn't look up, his gray eyes flickered, and he said:

"Can't you see the past and the future? Don't you understand how important power is to me?"

"strength?"

Beth seemed to have heard something funny. She suddenly raised her head and laughed loudly toward the sky:

"Hahaha, do you think you can improve faster than Mervyn?"

Bennett had a blank expression on his face, and except for a pair of gray eyes raised from his notes, he didn't move at all.

Beth suddenly felt a little nervous, and dared not make fun of Bennett anymore. She could only murmur:

"You should understand that your progress depends on the old wizard, while Mervyn's progress depends on experiments. After he received your revelation of flesh and blood magic, he has never stopped experimenting. All he needs is a rune that can trigger a natural disaster."

"You understand me wrongly, Beth."

Bennett was calm.

He never forgot about Mervyn. From the beginning, he knew that in terms of knowledge accumulation, ten of himself could not compare to Mervyn.

From the beginning, he never thought of surpassing Mervyn in knowledge.

"I don't need to be more knowledgeable than Mervyn. I just need to prevent Mervyn from escaping."

Under the powerful force of nuclear fusion, all kinds of flesh and blood magic, soul transformation, and storm disasters will be destroyed under the crushing of physics.

Beth tilted her head back, revealing her long white neck, and looked up at the starry sky.

Saints can see the past and the future.

But there are exceptions, such as Hannibal and Adam, whom she cannot see. This group of people are both the darlings and the abandoned children of fate.

They have no future.

There were three people she couldn't see: Melissa Meteorite, Mervyn Storm, and Bennett Lieyang in front of her.

She had never been able to see through Melissa Meteorite. After all, she was an old monster who had lived for nearly a thousand years before she was born.

Mervyn Storm suddenly disappeared a few years ago.

Later Beth learned that it was Bennett who gave Mervyn the enlightenment of flesh and blood magic, and Mervyn had turned into other creatures.

As for Bennett, since the day Bennett was five years old, she could no longer see Bennett's future destiny.

She could only see Bennett's past, not his future.

"In my opinion, you need help."

Bennett had thought about helping others, but it was not easy to find them.

Among humans, the ones who can help him are Beth, Adam, and the old wizard.

"you help me?"

Beth smiled and said:

"It depends on your performance."

Bennett shrugged it off and turned his attention back to his notes.

……

On the other side, the king declined the female knight sent by the bishop, and, led by the bishop, went to the next room to meet the Pope.

Walking through the corridor and across the courtyard, the bishop opened a stone door.

The king looked inside. It was an extremely plain room.

The walls all around had traces of stone stacking, a small window, and a thatched bed. Although it was cleaned fairly cleanly, it was still dark and damp.

This doesn't look like a room, it looks more like a cell.

The bishop stood under the small window, looking at the stars outside.

"It's such a grand banquet, but Your Majesty is here alone to watch the moon. Isn't that a bit of a spoiler?"

The king took in everything around him and took the initiative.

The Pope shook his gorgeous red and black robe, revealing a pair of dry hands. He turned to look at the king and said:

"Before an important guest arrives, I always try to be calm and collected to avoid being disrespectful to the guest. Your Majesty has not indulged in this either. You are indeed a man of great talent and vision."

The king smiled. It was the first time he saw a general remain calm and speak so refreshingly.

"I like desserts, but I only eat them after a meal. After all, a meal is necessary for a person to survive, while desserts can only give people a moment of pleasure at best."

The Pope had a smile on his face. It was the first time he had seen someone admit defeat and said it in such an aristocratic way.

The two smiled at each other, stretched out their hands and shook hands, like good friends who had not seen each other for many years.

After a few pleasantries, the Pope invited the king to another villa. This time, there was no mess in the villa, only a group of children praying.

The eyes of these children are full of fanaticism, without any of the smartness and liveliness in the eyes of normal children.

"These are the children I personally selected. They will all say they are good helpers to your majesty."

The king did not reply, but tested the knightly talents of these children one by one. After touching their bones, the king was shocked.

There are more than twenty children here, all of them are geniuses.

Is this the appeal of the church?

"Where are their parents?"

The Pope crossed himself and said:

“The church doesn’t have the concept of parents.”

I see. They are the kids from church cities.

The king looked at these children. These children were fanatical in their faith and had extraordinary physical talents. Each of them was a prepared seedling given by God.

With a smile on his face, the king looked at the Pope and said:

"With these children, the kingdom will prosper again in twenty years, and then the True Church will be established as the state religion."

The Pope also laughed. He didn't believe that the king would keep his promise. These children were brainwashed by the church. Even if the king wanted to change them, they would eventually fall into the arms of the church.

He even lacked more than twenty God-given training resources.

"Your Majesty is wise."

The two smiled at each other again, with a tacit understanding that was even better than that of old friends. The Pope said:

"The church will also participate in this war against the orcs. Your Majesty, are you willing to come and watch the battle?"

The king looked at the Pope. This old man wanted to tell the world that the king had formed an alliance with the church.

But the king didn't care, everything was going as planned.

"Of course, the king is supervising the battle on the front line. This is what I should do."

……

"Tsk, you scumbag, you are both a scumbag and a straight man."

Beth went back to the tent cursing. Bennett looked at the notes on the scroll, and runes appeared under his butt again.