Did the tavern owner cook Chinese food today?

After processing a few documents, Quentin put down the quill pen and made some noises.

The trainee cultivator whose head was drooping on the side trembled as if hearing a bell, then woke up and hurried up to sort out the paperwork.

He supported the cardinal with one hand, held the document in the other, and helped Quentin out of the door.

Quentin stepped on the steps with bare bare feet, and the trainee monk wanted to speak several times, but swallowed them all.He wanted His Excellency the Bishop to pay attention to the ladder, but he knew that the other party didn't like being reminded like this, and Quentin would forgive him no matter whether he said it or not.

The trainee monks have only come to serve for more than half a year. According to other monks, Quentin has changed a lot in these years.

That was a change in appearance - just set foot on the land of the Lost Island, the cardinal was in good spirits and in good health, and he personally attended the hymn parade.

After that, Quentin's health went from bad to worse.

He has not left the island for six years, and no one knows the reason. It is only that he has come to the parish he once managed to spend his life.

The situation of the diocese on Lost Island is also under the control of Quentin himself, and it is full of vitality like never before.

However, the trainee monks still heard people talking about it. Even if His Excellency the Bishop is not as fit as before, he should not be confined to a small place, but should continue to serve the Cardinal.

The novice monk couldn't figure it out, he walked behind Quentin, looking at his back.

Quentin's back was bent, like a dried fish, his head was held forward, and his legs slowly moved.

A servant appeared out of nowhere and suddenly cast a shadow between them.

The attendant who used to follow His Excellency went back to live in his hometown. Just this year, the novice monk saw him change into a tall and thin new attendant.

"Your Excellency." The trainee monk didn't like this new attendant very much, and he instinctively felt uncomfortable, "I'll take my leave first."

"Go ahead, boy. Take them to church, thank you."

Quentin waved his hand and waved the young man goodbye.He watched the trainee monk with slightly cloudy eyes, and when the figure disappeared, he was still watching, as if looking into the distance.

With his hands behind his back, he said inexplicably, "Lighton, do you like children?"

Without waiting for Layton to open his mouth, he answered by himself: "I like children, especially young people. They show vigorous power. This power is unparalleled and surpasses everything in the world."

"You're not young, Layton." Quentin looked at the servant with a smile, "but fortunately, that power still exists in your body."

The servant followed silently beside Quentin, who walked slowly along the small courtyard around the apartment with his own dry steps.

"Look, how cute this bud is." Quentin looked at Huanxi, and lightly touched the bud of the blue iris with his hand.

The small courtyard is full of flowers and plants, and it is exquisitely and pleasantly decorated. At first glance, it is easy to be mistaken for the scene of Longyi Castle Garden.

Every day, the gardener came here to repair and take care of it. Quentin just watched with his eyes and didn't have to worry about it, just as the gardener and countless other eyes watched him.

"You have something to tell me, don't you? Just say it straight away, you don't need to hide it, because 'they' can all hear you anyway."

Quentin said with a smile, in a calm and easy-going tone.He sat on the stone bench, and the lock ring necklace dangled, making a crisp sound.

The attendant received the order and said: "This morning, the lord publicly questioned whether there was any evil in the Holy See, intending to murder the widowed daughter of the Dragon Clan."

"..."

"...haha...hahaha..."

The attendant's hands were already clenched into fists, but unexpectedly, the master laughed softly.

His laughter was full of wilting, and then it became louder and louder, like a boiling kettle, completely breathless.

Quentin smiled without any other emotion, but the attendant was full of sadness.

After coughing a few times, he finally restrained his voice.

"You said, why did God give people this power? It is like bread. You have smelled how sweet it is when it is just baked. It also stayed quietly in your arms, filling your hunger and satiation."

"And then? Remember this all the time, Leighton—youth, your life, is a loaf of bread."

"Know why, Leighton?"

……

"Bread has an expiration date." Donovan said, leaning back on the rattan chair.He answered Quentin's questions for the squire.

"It can mold, rot, for all kinds of reasons."

A month later, Donovan made a surprise visit.At this moment, the two were sitting facing each other, and the hot tea in the pot was still boiling hot.

"If no reason is involved, it will still harden: after countless days and nights of wind and rain, it will become black bread mixed with stones and wood chips, as solid as a rock."

There was always a smile on Quentin's mouth, especially when Donovan was talking, he looked more peaceful.

"You speak very well..."

"However, the cruelest thing is: it lies in the body forever, and then crawls to the skin and limbs, making you sore and fatigued.

"The splendor and glory once possessed has now turned into the sweetest poison. What do you think, Bishop Quentin?"

Quentin remained silent, his face calm and gentle.Donovan didn't mind opening his eyes either, just staring at him with a half-smile.

"In the past 30 days or so, there has been a good show." Donovan sank his back into the back of the chair.

"You live here, so the news must have been a little slow. Let me tell you roughly, and listen to it as a joke."

He brushed his silver-gray mid-length hair, pulling them all behind his head, and immediately put his elbows on the armrest, resting his chin with his hands, feeling a little tired.

"After that day..."

——"That day" naturally means that Donovan publicly questioned the Holy See of Light, and even publicized it, causing storms in the Kingdom of Svia.

"Before the Holy See of Light gave an accurate shot, the dark faction 'helped' with all their strength. Guess what they did? Ah, you should know this."

"They vaguely revealed the news of the Ocasian circle, claiming that the circle was already in the pocket of the dark camp. The Ocasian circle, except for the high-level and magic towers, the rest, including me... Before that, They don't know anything about it."

"'The Light of Humanity's Path to Light and Hope'—results in the palms of the dark camp for a long time."

At the end, Donovan chuckled nasally.The ridicule contained in it made Quentin's expression crack a little.

"The two sides are in a mess like ants on a hot pot. They are still investigating who is colluding behind the scenes."

"This is completely beyond my expectations, and it can be called wonderful, but the core is boring. Zoya has always disliked the clown's noisy scenes."

Donovan seemed to just mention his little niece lightly, without ambiguity.

"Your Excellency found the old man today, maybe because you have other important things to say?"

"Important matter?...Well, there is a mundane matter related to you."

The silver-gray hair tail is like the tail of a giant dragon, and it is gently sweeping the ground with the movement, enjoying the prey's reserved mask beginning to shatter.

"The light camp decided to negotiate with me."

"……negotiation?"

"Why don't you guess what the result is?" Donovan spread his hands, "It's a return gift for the puzzle you left me before."

"..."

Quentin was exhausted, his eyes stopped looking at each other, and he drifted to a certain place lazily.

"They want you to live. As a cardinal and camp elder, continue to serve the Holy See. Several dioceses under their command need you to govern."

Quentin didn't make a statement, knowing that his words were not completely shaken out.

"The condition of the negotiation is that you are allowed to live in the Lost Island forever. You use your own 'bread' to create a medal of honor for them. At the critical moment, it came in handy, and the Holy See is quite interested in you. This is a good thing. news, right?"

"I'm an old bone, there's nothing you can do about it."

"You want me to give you a good time? No, Bishop Quentin. I admire the brave, especially those who have been brave and good at war, who have been watched and admired by thousands of people, and who have dedicated their loyalty and blood to the faith."

Donovan smiled slightly: "You used to be so radiant. People even said that you have the ability to kill dragons, which shows how powerful you were. You don't like to hear, so close your eyes, it doesn't matter...at least I opened my eyes and saw , Sincere loyalty has been preserved until now. Since I respect you, I will not harm you."

This was more unbearable torture for Quentin than a thousand cuts.

Not in the flesh | body, not in honor, but in mental torture.

"Everyone has no doubts about your loyalty and courage, saying that it is pure, purer and bluer than the sky." Donovan sighed, "I realized it deeply, and it was almost at the price of Zoya."

"I'm a little confused."

Quentin was too tired to move his lips.

"Please," he murmured.Do as the other party wants, now he is just a prisoner, the shackles are tightly locked around his neck.

"Rumors say that dragon tears can cure all diseases, and scales are the hardest rock in the world; claws can be used as sharp blades, and flesh and blood can prolong life... You believe the rumors, and then you plan to pay all the price for it, and stand with the dragons." The opposite, for the camp, for the loyalty."

"Let's not talk about faith—just talk about camp, is it really worth your allegiance to persecute a little girl of the dragon clan and squeeze out all the places that can be used from her?"

"Loyalty is the quality that cannot be stigmatized or insulted, Your Excellency." There seemed to be flames in Quentin's eyes.

"I can throw away everything, but I can't throw it away. It doesn't matter...whether it's worth it or not."

Quentin was really like a dying candle, a small ray of light being attacked by the strong wind.

He protected Miao Guang very well, and didn't let his soul disperse, but the fingers around his abdomen kept convulsing.

"So you gave everything, violated the spirit and other qualities you once abided by, and hurt innocent people, just to realize your own loyalty?" Donovan asked in an almost gentle tone.

"So what? Since we decided to sacrifice flesh and blood from the very beginning to achieve lofty beliefs, why not build a few more blood pools to build rivers and roads?

"I am determined to sacrifice my body and even my soul, even though I will be greeted by purgatory when I am about to die. Besides, the victims did not die in vain. They have contributed to paving the way to the supreme! This is an indispensable sacrifice for victory!"

He tremblingly got up from the seat, but halfway he fell back into the chair due to inconvenient legs and feet.

In an instant, Quentin seemed to realize something.He had been radiant since he was talking loudly just now, but now his face was gray.

As if a flash in the pan, Quentin once again showed a sluggish look.

"You're right." Donovan said calmly, "So, dedicate your life to the camp of light, and at the same time bury yourself in the past."

"And when things come to an end, fate will reward you with a gift—you have broken your trust in the Holy See of Light."

"Right now, you have nothing left but a loyalty that has nothing to offer you."

Standing up, Donovan took a sip of tea to moisten his lips.

There was a chill in his deep brows and eyes, and the gilded animal pupils were like spikes, carrying coldness and contempt, piercing deeply into the cardinal's heart.

"You will not give up life easily, you and I both know that. Since you are willing to burn all your loyalty until your life comes to an end..."

"I will try my best to make you live until the end of your life, and witness with your own eyes how the rights you bought with your life are emptied, how your position is replaced...and, in the end, how your loyalty is forgotten and trampled on."

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