The Sun King's Evidence

"Yes! That's right, it's him!" Anida held the table tightly with her arms covered with various jewelry.

There was sweat on the rickety man's face. Just a short prophecy consumed a lot of his magic power.

The picture on the crystal ball stopped at this moment, and Ryan's face was gradually shrouded in white mist, becoming blurry.

"No!" The rickety man subconsciously turned off the crystal ball, and then immediately activated the protective circle in the room, and motioned for Anida to get down immediately. The moment the two of them got down immediately, there was a moving female voice with anger. He scanned the area and said, "Who dares to use great prophecy to predict my divine choice!"

The two people lying on their backs remained silent.

The confusing magic circle set up by the rickety man worked. The fairy in the lake scanned and found no target. She could not spend her divine power scanning like this for a long time, so the goddess left after the detection failed.

Ten minutes later, the disgraced two people finally stood up again. Anida was in a miserable state. Her silk dress was stained with a lot of dust, her stockings were smeared, and her makeup was stained: "Okay. Well, at least we can know that Ryan is protected by the green pool in the lake."

"Ah~" The rickety man also got up and shook his head: "I can't complete the great prophecy. President Anida, take your money and please go back."

"No, you can't use prophecy. You can use power! The priesthood of Bichi in the Lake can only protect his future, not his past. If you want more money, I can give it to you!" Anida took out five more coins. God's gold coin, the woman seemed to be frantically grabbing the prophet's neck with sharp nails.

"..." The rickety man's body was trembling crazily. He knew that he had fallen too deep, but as a prophet of the Tzeentch sect, he knew that if he dared to refuse, Aneda would kill him directly.

The madmen of the Slaanesh sect can do anything, because the teachings of Slaanesh encourage all atrocities and try all evils. The followers of the Chaos Gods not only kill each other, but even the same sect kills each other all day long.

Finally, the rickety man stretched out his hand tremblingly and took the money.

Power Word is the opposite of Divination. Divination attempts to detect a person's future, while Power Word attempts to look back into a person's past.

Under Anida's gaze, the prophet once again extended his hand towards the crystal ball.

The power of power cannot be released on the powerful people in the holy realm or above and the archbishops of the church. Most of the dukes or nobles above will also let their court mage cast spells to protect their past, but Ryan is not counted among the above. , Power Word is barely useful to him.

Ryan's face appeared again in the crystal ball, and then his face gradually became younger and younger. What the White Wolf Knight had experienced gradually appeared in front of the two.

"Yes, this is it, this is it!" Anida nodded repeatedly.

But just when Ryan was three years old, another golden mist wrapped up Ryan's past and obscured it, covering the crystal ball tightly.

"Yes! It's right here! Hurry! I want to see clearly who he is!" Anida grabbed the prophet's collar with her slender fingernails: "Hurry!"

The prophet had no choice but to stretch out his hand and continue to painfully input his life force into the crystal ball, which caused him to age rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The scene in the crystal ball began to change.

To the surprise of the two people, the scene in the crystal ball no longer focused on Ryan, who was still a toddler, but directly away from this world, traveling through the endless void of the universe and the terrifying giant subspace storm.

Ryan, from outside this world? !

"Ah! Ahhhhh!!!" The prophet's whole body is rapidly crystallizing. His vitality, his soul, and all his flesh and blood energy are being absorbed crazily by the power of the power of power. In the blink of an eye, the prophet His hands completely turned into crystals, and the crystals continued to spread towards his shoulders and gradually spread to his whole body.

Passing through the endless subspace storm, the last thing that appeared in the crystal ball was a planet wrapped in sacred golden light. Then everything came to an abrupt end. The crystal ball exploded and turned into dust at the glance of a supreme being.

"No!!!!" The prophet's eyes spurted out hot flames, and his body suddenly burned on its own. The red flames burned the prophet's whole body in the blink of an eye.

Power Word is still claiming the power of the Seer.

His entire life force and soul? not enough!

The life and soul of the entire village and entire cult of Tzeentch? not enough! !

All the chaos energy inside the Chaos Altar beneath the village? Still not enough! ! !

Power Word continues to claim along the faith path of Tzeentch believers and the Dark God.

In subspace, in the realm of chaos, a scream came from inside Tzeentch's labyrinth. Tzeentch, the Lord of Change, the God of Destiny, and one of the Four Evil Gods of Chaos, kept wailing. It discovered that its chaotic energy was due to the mantra of a certain believer. Nearly a quarter of the technique was consumed by the mantra target's counterattack.

In anger, the God of Darkness turned countless believers into chaos eggs in one breath, but this is a story for another time.

In Anida's horrified eyes, half of the prophet's body turned into ashes and half turned into crystal. Not only that, all the people in the entire village were burned blind and turned into idiots. The buildings in the village were destroyed by flames and It collapsed during the earthquake, and just minutes after Anida escaped, the village was reduced to ashes, and then collapsed and turned into ruins due to the destruction of the underground altar.

The president of the Aesthetic Society was dumbfounded. She really couldn't figure out why the power of truth that had always been effective didn't work on Ryan, and it became like this?

Anida can only come to one conclusion, and that is that Ryan has a deep connection with the Lake Fairy, who also comes from outside the world, and the Lake Fairy protects his past at great cost.

Finally, looking at the village reduced to ashes, the president of the Aesthetic Society suddenly felt that this process was very pleasant and artistic. She stuck out her tongue and said contemptuously: "You deserve it."

After saying that, she motioned to the carriage driver who was also stunned: "Let's go back."

After traveling through the endless eternal subspace giant storm and the endless cosmic void, we finally reached the physical material universe, the human home planet, Holy Terra.

The supreme great being was originally busy digesting the pure cosmic energy left by the ancient saints, but a small glimpse of it awakened his consciousness.

"Ryan?"

"My beloved son, Ryan is in danger! Someone is trying to pry into his past through evil magic."

"...Ryan is the most precious and fatal link in my plan to reverse corruption. Nothing can happen to him."

"...He needs the help of the Forbidden Army Ten Thousand Husbands!"

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Marienburg, No. 53 Amber Avenue, in the living room on the first floor.

Veronica walked around with a headache, and the sound of high heels kept ringing: "Vice President Jacob died in the battle, but we were wandering around and wasting a lot of time. As a result, such a big thing happened. I How should I explain this to Councilor Sofia and Instructor Margarita?"

"At least we didn't gain nothing." Ryan was sitting upright on his chair.

The two people's investigation was not fruitless. They learned from the owner and clerk of the tailor shop that the Aesthetic Society always holds art salons regularly. It is a closed, internal art salon that only accepts members and big artists to participate.

"Is it still useful to investigate the Aesthetic Society? Belt's traces are underground!" Veronica said irritably.

"You're wrong Veronica! If I were Belt, I would never be hiding underground at this time." Ryan said softly. The death of the demon hunter in battle made him doubly sad: "Don't forget, three thousand The human underground expeditionary force has already set off. If Belt is in his right mind, he is seeking death by hiding underground."

Veronica nodded. Followers of the Blood God have never been good at hiding and escaping.

"On the ground, under the current situation where the whole city is on alert, there is only one organization capable of providing him with shelter, and that is the Aesthetic Society!" Ryan placed the cup heavily on the table: "So everything goes back to the Aesthetic Society. On the body."

"...Mr. Lane, Miss Veronica, I've changed." At this time, Emilia appeared.

The girl put on a standard maid outfit, a white apron decorated with ruffles, a white-collared plain dress, and short black leather boots.

A normal maid uniform is not the seductive dress with just a little fabric that some people imagine. Emilia has no special decoration except for the bow on the neckline. Her whole body is wrapped tightly like a nun, wearing a white headscarf. , tied up her long golden hair.

"Mr. Lane, can we start?" Emilia, who had changed into a maid outfit, also revealed her original appearance.

Emilia is very beautiful as she is. The girl's appearance is not like the witches and sorceresses of Gloria, with the word "sexual" highlighted. The girl's temperament is more like a clear spring in the mountains, with a pair of big blue eyes as clear as water and beautiful Oval face, milky white skin, quiet and delicate. Beauty and strength are the perfect combination in a girl.

The first glance at her won't make you feel amazing, but it will make you feel very comfortable, sweet and refreshing.

"Let's start!" Ryan nodded.

So Emilia took out a large number of tools and various paints, and she began to disguise Ryan.

"Hmm~ Ryan, who is so handsome, actually wants to disguise himself as an artist to attend an art salon? My great knight, are you sure you understand art?" Veronica stood by with great interest and watched Emilia's makeup. Under the girl's small hands, Ryan's face gradually changed from a standard handsome Aachen look to a masculine southern look.

"Yes, I play the role of an artist from the southern country, the Kingdom of Liguria." In order not to affect Emilia's movements, Ryan just snorted twice: "Although I don't understand art, I understand those things very well. The dark art of the hedonistic sect, I think it would be easy for me to blend into that kind of art salon.”

Both Veronica and Amelia heard the man's voiceover. The little maid's face was red and her hands didn't stop. Only Veronica said sarcastically: "Oh, I still believe this. Yours, after all..."

At this point, the witch's face turned redder. She turned her head away and stopped talking. Only Catherine looked at her mentor curiously, and she seemed to understand.

"Speaking of which, Emilia, did you see my last name on my scabbard?" Ryan turned the topic to Emilia.

"Well~Mr. Lane always carries the sword behind his back, and your full name is written on the scabbard." Emilia said softly: "And the story of the establishment of that special knighthood, It was all written on the scabbard. Since Mr. Lane did this, he must have no intention of hiding it, so I read it secretly during the trip. Well... Mr. Lane wouldn’t be surprised, right?”

"I always thought that no one in the wilds of Nord would understand Gothic." Ryan complained casually: "It doesn't matter, you live here, it is safe, no one will harm you, and just call me Ryan would be fine.”

"Thank you! Ryan first... Ryan." Emilia was very happy, obviously this is what she wanted.

With the girl's little hands, Ryan's disguise was completed.

"How long can it last?" Ryan looked at himself in the mirror. He was very satisfied, because this appearance was very similar to the unforgettable figure in his memory.

"Within a day, as long as you don't get burned by flames or splashed on your face by corrosive acid, there won't be any problems." Emilia said softly.

"Very good!" Ryan took out a black tuxedo and put it on, then put a rose on his chest very coquettishly: "Done, ready to go."

Ryan originally wanted to get close to Veronica, but the witch refused with disgust: "Don't come close to me with this face."

"Okay, I'm leaving."

At eight o'clock in the evening, on the outskirts of Marienburg, the Violet Manor of the Aesthetic Society.

Today, the Violet Manor is full of guests. Artists from all over the continent gather together to participate in the art salon organized by the beautiful Anida Klausner. A large number of citizens and small aristocrats and small businessmen who have not had the opportunity to enter the salon also Gather around the gate of the manor to watch.

"Look! That's Dürer, the painter from the southern country!"

"Oh my God! Rubens, the artist from the Empire, is here too!"

"That's the famous sculptor Ingres!"

No matter who came, Anida Klausner greeted her warmly at the door. She was wearing a green low-cut evening dress, which did not diminish her beauty at all even on such a cold winter night: "Welcome Dear masters."

"Wow! I didn't expect that the great architect Foster is here too!" The troublemaker exclaimed: "Wait! Master Foster seems to be bringing a young man with him?!"

"He looks like a Southerner!"

"who is he?"

After getting off the carriage, Master Foster, who was old, white-haired and a little unsteady in walking, stepped out of the carriage with the help of Ryan. The old gentleman whispered in the young man's ear: "If it weren't for Schultz I really don’t want to attend this boring salon with a knight like you who fights all day long.”

"Excuse me, Master Foster!" Ryan whispered, with a very respectful attitude.

"Follow me closely, and remember, a qualified artist must never be left alone or thrown away from the topic." Foster has many wrinkles on his face. This old gentleman is already seventy years old. He is the youngest person in the past fifty years. An outstanding master of architectural art, he has presided over many renovations of the Imperial Palace of the Human Empire and is one of the few authorities in the field of architecture.

"Oh! My God! It's Master Foster! Very welcome!" Anida's eyes lit up: "Welcome, your presence will make this manor shine."

"You're welcome." Foster deserved this compliment, and the old gentleman just nodded as a greeting.

"By the way, who is this?" Anida looked at the young man next to Foster curiously. This young man had short black hair, and what was rare was that his eyes were also black. The young man's body Very robust.

"Introduce yourself." Foster gestured.

So the young man politely came forward to greet him.

"Hello, President Anida, my name is Van, Van Darkholm, I am an artist, a performance artist, I am hired by people to fulfill their fantasies."

"Their dark ♂deep♂fantasies."

The protagonist doesn't understand art, but he understands philosophy.