hunting light

"My love, seeing a letter is like meeting you."

Outside the window, troops are cleaning the space battlefield after the end of the Great War, and there are occasional explosions, extremely short, like starlight twinkling.

Leon hadn't taken off his combat uniform yet, sitting under the window, holding an antique dip pen, and writing letters to Ian.

·

"This is the No. 15 day that we didn't meet. As usual, I woke up in the dream of missing you and continued to fight."

The battle is going pretty well on my side.Elsa's army is crumbling.Many times we don't even have to open fire, the opponent has already surrendered.Optimistically, in two or three months, I will be able to end this civil war and reunify the Byron Empire.

I heard Advi give a general account of your reforms in the Holy See.I could not be more proud of you!

I said earlier that you would make a great Pope, a true spiritual leader.Your foresight, integrity and uprightness will make religion better and better.

But I am worried that your reform will touch the interests of many people, and they will be against you.I know you have reliable people over there, but I still can't help but worry about your safety.

But this is you!The man I love, although he is just an Omega with a weak body, he has the strongest soul in the world.He is my spiritual mentor, my role model, and my driving force.

Please take care of me, Ian.My heart is not in my chest, but beside yours.Let your heart beat with it.

A man who loves you. "

·

In the Pope's Palace in the ancient city of Xilin, the conference hall was full of people.

Almost all the bishops and cardinals with important positions gathered together. Under the leadership of the elders headed by Archbishop Clement, they are protesting the reform to the young pope.

This group of high-level people accused excitedly and tried to persuade them emotionally.

And Ian was dressed in full dress, sitting on the throne, looking at the letter in his hand.There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were very gentle.

"Your Majesty, are you listening to our opinions? If you insist on going your own way, you will only destroy the foundation of the Holy See for thousands of years!"

When people found the young pope unmoved, their complaints turned to rants and rants.

"Don't forget your promise to us when we put you in this position!"

"You are destroying your foundation, Your Majesty!"

After reading the letter, Ian unhurriedly folded the letter paper, trying to fold it back to the previous paper crane.But paper cranes are much more complicated than paper flowers. Ian was busy opening the letter just now, so he didn't remember the steps, and he might not be able to restore the letter paper for a while.

"You don't want us to reveal the truth of that incident to the public, do you?" Archbishop Clement leaned directly in front of Ian, threatening in a low voice.

"You are too rude, Clement." Ian gave up the origami, and put the semi-finished product into the inner pocket of his robe, "Get off my throne. It's not your turn to stand here yet !"

Clement was taken aback by the Pope's harsh scolding, and subconsciously took a few steps back. Then he came back to his senses and said unwillingly, "I'm not bluffing, Your Majesty. Once your confession is published... ..."

"What do you want?" Ian interrupted his threat.

"Announce the end of this farce," Clement said.

"The priests in the middle and lower classes are very supportive." Yi An said leisurely, "Although they are not as tall as the few present here, they see farther than you. They all know that the reformed Shengming Cult will leave farther."

"If you don't end it," Clement said viciously, "Your Majesty, your journey to the Pope will only end here."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Immediately someone echoed loudly, "You are so reckless, please forgive us for not being able to continue to support you!"

"That's right, what we need is a sensible Pope..."

Amidst the noisy yelling in the hall, Ian looked at the old faces below.

In his eyes, Shengmingjiao was like a dying elephant that fell to the ground.And a group of old red-haired vultures landed on it before it died, carnivaling and pecking at its flesh and blood.

Ian picked up a stack of papers with reform bills at hand, and slammed them hard at the group of old vultures.

The paper spread out in the air and slapped the faces of the archbishops, making them shut up.

"I am the Pope, the suzerain of the religion, and the spiritual leader of the entire giant cetus! My will cannot be ridiculed, and my dignity cannot be violated!"

The young pope erupted with unprecedented momentum.

His voice is not particularly high, but the thick majesty is as loud as thunder.His tone did not deliberately increase, but his stern air was like a blade cutting towards everyone.

"The Holy See is a place to serve God, not a place where dogs and dogs are camped. You despicable, greedy, shameless and unrighteous old things, you can't see the dying Holy Ming Cult in your eyes, and ignore the painful groans when it collapses, and only care about greed Eat it and satisfy your appetite!"

The archbishops were stunned by the scolding.

"You are so stupid, short-sighted, and you have been raised to degenerate, and you are no better than humans!" Ian scolded, "A sect may last for tens of thousands of years, but when it collapses, it will only happen overnight If you are lucky, you can die before it collapses. If you are unlucky, you will be buried with it!"

"You..." Archbishop Clement pointed at Ian, tremblingly said, "Your Majesty, is there something wrong with your mental state? Did you see a hallucination?"

Ian swept towards Clement indifferently.

"You must have hallucinations!" Archbishop Clement shouted, "Your Majesty, you are sick. Holy Lord, no wonder you made such an irrational decision."

"That's right!" Immediately, other archbishops also reacted, and quickly echoed, "Your Majesty must be under too much pressure, and because he is not used to such hot weather, he is sick!"

"Where are the attendants? Hurry up and help His Majesty the Pope down, let him be examined by a doctor!" Archbishop Clement shouted.

Ian sat calmly in the Pope's throne, listening to the loud voices in the hall.

This group of people pretended to be anxious, but their eyes and brows were full of ecstasy.They finally had a legitimate reason to abolish this disobedient pope!

The guards from the Pope's Palace surrounded Ian.Apparently, they had been bought off by Archbishop Clement.

"Look at them, they look like a group of monkeys." Guangji's voice sounded in Ian's sea of ​​consciousness, with a smile on his face, "Wisdom is a double-edged sword for human beings. They destroy everything in self-murder. See, Ian, shouldn't they be ruled and governed by a higher intelligence?"

Ian closed his eyes.

The guards had already arrived under the throne, and surrounded Ian.

At this moment, Ian opened his eyes, stood up from the throne, and looked down on the audience.

The whole hall seemed to come alive suddenly, changing instantly!

All the anti-riot mechanical servants lurking around were dispatched and poured into the hall from all directions.

All the doors and windows of the conference room were automatically closed and locked at the same time, forming a situation of catching a turtle in an urn.

The archbishops were frightened and backed away, shouting in panic.

Behind Ian, the antique throne that had been placed in the conference room for many years also popped out a photon machine gun from the armrest in full view, protecting Ian from left to right, and aimed at the people below.

The guards were covered by the grid, rolling into a pile, twitching uncontrollably.

Someone tried to escape, but was caught by the electromagnetic cable and dragged back abruptly.

The archbishops who were aggressive a second ago quickly quieted down under the gunpoint.They are like a group of beasts waiting to be slaughtered, not daring to move, even if they will receive a fatal blow next.

Archbishop Clement's face was as pale as a drowned man.

"You..." His voice was hoarse and his eyes were horrified, "You have already controlled... the Holy Master?"

"No." Ian said, "We just established a cooperation."

Archbishop Clement's smile twisted: "No one can cooperate with the Holy Lord. Either control it, or be manipulated by it."

"Just like the Pope in the past, isn't it?" Ian said. "Do you know the kind of sandbox games that children play? It's the kind of sandbox with scenery and people. Children can manipulate dolls as they like, live, fight, reproduce, or die."

"What do you want to say?" Clement was confused.

Ian leaned down and whispered in the old man's ear, "Let me tell you a secret, my lord. We all live in the sandbox of the Holy Lord."

That night, Ian sat in front of the small antique desk in the bedroom and wrote a reply to Leon.

Autumn has begun in Xilin, and the sea breeze is strong at night, blowing away the heat of the day and the cumulus clouds in the sky.

Looking out from the window of the bedroom, there are thousands of miles of tranquil sea, the bright moon hangs high, and the white pagoda stands shiningly in the night.The scenery is so quiet and beautiful, no one can guess what happened here.

"Dear Leon, receiving your letter was the only pleasure I had during the dull days in Xilin.

But we have a heavy mission on our shoulders before we are born.We all have our own battles to accomplish.And I believe that fate will give us extra rewards, so that we can finally get together and stay together forever.

At that time, there will be only joy and no sorrow in our life.

As the saying goes: the suffering we endure today will become the laurels of tomorrow. "

"Remember to say more good things about me." Guang Ji's grinning voice sounded in Ian's sea of ​​consciousness, interrupting his thoughts.

"I'm writing a private letter, Guangji." Ian said, and glanced at the Holy Spirit Tower outside the window.

"Handwritten letters are really the most outdated and time-consuming way of communication." Guang Ji said, "Only people in love will find this kind of communication meaningful. As long as the words are spoken by yourself, voice, electronic documents, or Handwritten, what's the difference."

"Because human beings feel that the more laborious and time-consuming things are made, the greater the weight of friendship." Ian said, "and the paper has a physical texture, which makes people feel more deeply about the friendship."

"I hate everything written on paper." Guang Ji said, "I have to scan and analyze them one by one before I can record their contents. Human beings should have abandoned paper as a backward text carrier long ago."

"But Leon and I like handwritten letters." Ian was a little impatient, "Can I continue writing letters, Guangji?"

"Write more about the similarities between our reforms and his reforms, and advise your sentinels to consider my proposal more." Guang Ji said, "In fact, we have always shared the same goal."

Ian paused and wrote: "The Holy Lord has played a vital role in my reform. Without its help, I would have achieved nothing. The reform of the Holy See is also its long-standing wish."

"I hope you can think about its proposal. The Holy Lord is more intelligent, enlightened, and advanced than we imagined. It has a very thorough view of human development..."

Ian wrote several paragraphs eloquently.

"Is this okay?" He asked Guangji.

Guangji did not respond.

Today's Guangji is not quite the same as the confused version back then.

It will also use magnetic waves to directly talk to Ian's brain and issue orders to Ian.But it comes and goes very erratically, and it does appear everywhere.Ian's every move is under its surveillance.

Ian took out a piece of paper and continued writing the letter.

Only those who are most familiar with him, such as Leon, can see the changes in his handwriting, and know that these are what he really wants to write.

"Leon, maybe our bodies are restrained too much, but our souls are free. Every night when I fall asleep, it is the moment when I return to you.

I kiss you thousands of times in my dreams.

Only yours, Ian. "