A subjugated princess will never die a vagabond

The chief of staff expressed hesitation, because the information he received was so absurd that he wondered if the information was fake news sent by spies infiltrating the Communications Department.

But even if it was fake news, how could someone fabricate such absurd lies?

"Say." Buswell said in a deep voice.

"Osgar Warbleton has been captured, the enemy has a spectacle, and a demigod suspected of corrupting the monastery is sitting there!" the chief of staff announced in a solemn voice.

"?" Boothwell froze for about ten seconds, then asked, "What?"

"Osgar Warbleton has been captured! The enemy has wonders! A demigod suspected of corrupting the monastery sits in command!" The chief of staff, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead, emphasized loudly.

Regardless of whether it is fake news or not, he is only responsible for reporting.

Boothwell's clear thoughts began to be confused. He bent his straight body slightly, and found a chair to sit down: "Faljar has a wonder, why, did it appear in the unexplored mist of the Black Forest?"

"It's...it's the southwest corner of Faljar, a penitentiary for the poor funded by Teribi people..."

"Ah, it's in the mist, so it's not difficult to understand..." Boothwell murmured, and then he was taken aback, his voice suddenly raised, "Poverty correctional institution?! On the land where the Terribes have colonized for more than 300 years, You told me that not only is there a spectacle there, but the spectacle is also a reformatory for the poor!!?"

No wonder he lost his composure, the heir of the Principality of Varia fell on such absurd reasons - spectacle, demigod - unconvincing!

It is said that the demigod of flowing water is a spectacle made of iron, but which side does not regard the demigod-level combat power as a treasure?Not to mention being so ostentatious, exposing the spectacle to everyone's eyes!

It's okay for people from other churches, but the corrupt monastery...does it not die fast enough?

More importantly, Osgar Warbleton has nothing to lose!

The Principality of Varia is one of the most powerful states in the empire, and it is also a loyal supporter of the emperor. As the first heir to the principality, Osgar is actually comparable to the crown prince of the empire in importance.

Think about it, you are invincible across the sea of ​​clouds, and you have defeated the Farnese. If you blow it out, let alone the rebirth of the military god, a generation of famous generals is negotiable; Favors—what a development.

But now, the gold-plated dignitaries have been captured inexplicably. If Faljar is not returned to aid, can the [-] garrisons there be the opponent of the demigod?

Seeing that the military exploits were about to turn into a solid scapegoat, Boothwell could not wait to sigh three times on the spot: "Warbleton misled me!"

The rich mental activities caused Boothwell's expression to change several times. Finally, he made up his mind and said: "Order the whole army to return to Faljar!"

"Back for help? But Commander, where the Allied Forces..."

"It's just a defeat! Even if Terribi dies, even if Faljar falls, even if the elven army in the lower realm is out of supplies—" Boothwell roared at his chief of staff, "I only want Wo Boulton, all I want is Warbleton, all I want is Warbleton!!!"

Otherwise, he's screwed.

42. Entrustment

The appearance of the Arada Mausoleum was enough to frighten the refugees present. If anyone wanted to escape, Arista would not keep them. If they insisted on staying, they would be temporarily placed in the basement.

Eight hours after Osgar was kidnapped, the imperial army had already stationed hundreds of heavily armed soldiers and heavy artillery on the wooded path outside the correctional facility; while the negotiator was hanged on the cross by Arista 30 hours after Osgar was kidnapped, a team of [-] mages began to set up formations in the camp all night long, and several priests of the Church of the Sun who accompanied the army recited prayers, making the sky dim Faljar is as bright as day.

Osgar and Rona were suspended on the most eye-catching high platform, and they were unconscious. As for Osgar's adjutant, Bayin, he had become a skeleton in the cemetery.

Arista brought Cloris to the bank of the Fog River, where a small boat was moored at the tiny pier.There was a faint blue light on the boat, and during the two months of study, Cloris was able to understand some of the rules on the spirit veins.

The boat is made of soft-leaf spruce suitable for engraving, and the girl can recognize the two relatively simple combinations of secret words [lightness] and [strength].It is difficult for dead objects to leave a formed spiritual vein symbol, so only some simple combinations of secret texts will not form decent laws and characteristics.

"When the phaseless flower bears fruit, a vision will appear in the whole Far Yar, and the flower will wither. You only need to take the phaseless fruit. Once you get the phaseless fruit, you immediately take a boat to go deep into the lower realm," Arista handed a sheepskin scroll to Cloris, "This is the route map of the Missouri area. You will drift from the fog river I marked, and you will arrive at the Banquet Island in the lower mist layer in about two weeks. ', a natural good harbor away from the dense fog, where there are members of the Mason Society I know, and the Messenger will find you after he finishes dealing with the affairs of the boundary layer."

The boundary layer is the gateway to the lower realm after passing through the sea of ​​clouds. The special crystals in the sea of ​​clouds can cast part of the sunlight on the land at the boundary layer. The fog is light and there is a clear distinction between day and night. It is suitable for farming and breeding.The native kingdoms accepted the jurisdiction and protection of the great powers, and undertook most of the highly polluting metal smelting and source crystal refining industries.

Below the boundary layer are the vast upper and lower fog layers.

"But didn't you say that the Phaseless Flower will take a few years to bear fruit?" Cloris guessed, "So you want to sacrifice the souls of those imperial people, and use their souls to accelerate the catalysis?"

"A phaseless flower has no original form. The fruit it condenses in the end depends on the intention, expectation and environment of the cultivator. If I am really a lackey of 'rotten evil', sacrificing thousands of filthy souls can indeed bear fruit. The perfect 'Seed of Corruption'..."

"That's..." Cloris was halfway through speaking, her red lips could no longer close, she asked in surprise, "...Arista?"

"Your thinking is very quick, which can become your reliance in the lower realm more than extraordinary power."

"We can leave directly!" Cloris buried her face, her delicate body trembling, the soil under her feet got a little wet, and her usual eccentric voice became sweet and fragile, "Why do we have to use that broken fruit? ? You don’t have a contract with this spectacle, so you can leave!”

"In the more than 1000 years since the new century, the Phaseless Flower has only appeared three times, which contributed to the stability of the Holy Source Church, the establishment of the Explorers' Guild, and the birth of Lieyang," said a rough hand stroking Cloris The forehead hair, the petite face seems to be attached to the ancient bark, Alista said, "It is a blessing to be able to make the shapeless fruit grow according to my vision. The body will perish and the soul will perish, but Arista, will live forever in the void."

Plain as a glass of white water.

"Does someone have to sacrifice their lives? You can drive away the imperial army and cooperate with the Farnese." Cloris raised her face weakly and helplessly.

"Marianne doesn't count." Alista smiled lightly, "Besides, I have been fighting against false gods for decades, and this corrupted body can live for a second, and it is empty pity. Before that, Dedicate such an indomitable soul to the void..." The nun shook her head with a sneering smile, and her voice became rough again, "Little thing, don't you expect me to die sooner? People like you would be reluctant? !"

"I didn't..." Cloris squeaked.

"Clorice," Alista asked, "do you remember what I told you?"

"You talk so much, how do I know which one...?" The girl muttered aggrievedly.

"Don't delay the great ideal because of kindness, and don't let down the simple original intention because of cold-bloodedness. Human nature is the only thing we can give back to the void."

"However, how many people can stand on that balance line in the swing?"

"Then be cruel, Cloris Paleogues, remember, the cruelest human beings are human beings after all."

How to understand such specious remarks in the end, personal subjective factors accounted for a large proportion, Cloris did not fully agree, but at this moment, she was not in the mood to object and argue.

"Run decisively when you should run away, don't come back and cry when you're halfway through." Alista mocked again, "After all, you consider yourself a smart person, don't you? Only fools do things that are sure to die -"

Cloris' pretty face flushed suddenly, she took a deep breath, and shouted loudly: "I'll treat you as dead now!"

Alista played with taste: "How much truth is what you say now, and how much is false?"

Cloris bit her lower lip tightly, grinding her teeth back and forth several times, as if angry: "It is what you need it to be."

"Very good!" Alista pressed Cloris's head, moved it slightly, and said, "I hope you can continue to be like this in the future," the nun maintained this movement, and after a while, she said slowly , "I can't remember whether I am 80 or 90 years old. I have sent away countless young people. They have disciples of the Mason Society, orphans from reform institutions... Cloris!"

"Yes!" The girl trembled instinctively.

Arista's next voice was very gentle: "Lambs cannot survive in such a world. If I really give birth to an heir, I will still teach her in this way."

"..."

Without giving Cloris a chance to respond, the nun clapped her hands, turned her head to look at Marianne and Xia Xia who were waiting not far away at a tomb, and said, "Your void is pure, unprecedentedly pure, even my Such a person can fight against corruption for decades, there is no reason why you can't compete with those false gods. If you want to go to the lower realms, you must also go to the lower realms, so..." She turned her back to the silent Cloris, her voice was He raised his eyebrows, "Say goodbye to your elf, there will always be a chance to see you again."

43. The sun!Long live!

Xia Xia was still wearing the black linen padded jacket that was uniformly standard for children in the correctional school, but Cloris had specially stuffed it with a lot of cotton wool, which made the smart-looking little guy a little clumsy when walking.

"Cloris..."

Facing the little guy's soft call, Cloris first put her indifferent eyes on Marianna: "You guessed the result, you know that Arista will help you fight against the imperial army, and you also know that Xia Xia will definitely fight with you leave."

Only the little guy can really make Cloris feel like her heart is bleeding.

She would be sad for Arista, but that was the nun's deliberate choice after all.For Arista, perhaps only such a decision can bring her life to a successful conclusion.

Cloris is willing to shoulder Alista's entrustment and let her spirit continue with the fruit of the formless. Therefore, even if it takes time to get out of grief, the girl is not unable to let go.

But Xia Xia is only five years old. Cloris has made countless promises to this innocent little guy. The two of them are full of good memories and common wishes. The world's immature minds teach little ones to grow up with her.

The fault of separation is difficult to make up, even if Xia Xia is still Xia Xia many years later, the fact that she has not left footprints in the little guy's childhood is still difficult for Cloris to accept.

Mariana looked directly at Cloris' indifference, and said softly, "Since Your Excellency has no contract spectacle, it means that there must be something else forcing her to stay in this place. I don't know what it is, and I won't ask... You are very sad, Did something happen?"

"On the surface, you are full of the compassion of Chen Xi, but in the secret, you are full of calculations. Even if I hand Xia Xia to Ilona, ​​I will not give her to you!"

"...I didn't participate in any tricks, I can guess some clues, but even if I tell you, what effect will it have on the ending, you can't make any changes," Mariana said frankly, "and, Yi Lorna is not here, isn't she? Afterwards, I will build a new reformatory to improve the living conditions of the children, and Xia Xia will follow me to Jiadongke to be baptized in the Morning Church, and she will enjoy the Peaceful childhood, you can maintain correspondence with Xia Xia through the Explorers Guild."

Unable to make any changes...

Cloris looked at Xia Xia, crying more and more while trembling, and the strength she barely maintained in front of Alista completely collapsed: "Do you think so too?"

"Cloris..." Xia Xia stepped forward, opened her two slender arms to hug Cloris' waist, and pressed against the girl's soft body, "Xia Xia wants to be with Cloris, Xia Xia is not afraid of danger, but..." the little guy arched the girl's ribs with his forehead, and said in a low voice, "Xia Xia doesn't want to cause trouble for Cloris, Xia Xia wants to be a child who is useful to Cloris , Mariana said, when Xia Xia grows up, she can find a decent job in the lower realm, then we can live together..."

Cloris looked at Marianne gloomyly, and the latter sighed: "I'm just stating the facts, Cloris...you have a scheming and maturity far beyond your peers, but you are still a child after all, don't you want her to be here?" When you were your age, did you encounter more difficult choices like yours? Or, do you want her to be you?"

These words were enough to convince the shaken Cloris.

Also painful enough.

Even seven years ago, when the kingdom of Manro was destroyed and the emperor was martyred, when the pampered Cloris suddenly got involved in the fleeing team with the fleet, she was never so sad when she hurriedly avoided the Mateo people who searched the mountains and seas.

Cloris began to remember when she was one year old, and four years was not enough for her to understand the vast mountains and rivers of Manluo, the hundreds of millions of people, the brothers and sisters who rarely saw each other, and even the man who worried about state affairs on the throne all day long— Make a strong enough impression.

There are emotions, but no one's emotional contribution is as unforgettable as Xia Xia who was brought up by her.

Obviously they haven't experienced life and death together, and life is nothing more than trivial and boring work and fabricated bedtime stories, but both of them have developed an inseparable dependence on each other.

"This is, yes, temporarily," Cloris said, "I will write to you... I will, I will find a chance to meet you... Wait for you, when you become an adult..., Wait for you Then..." She breathed with great depression and difficulty, choked up, and then swallowed the tears back into her parched throat, "I will come to you."

Cloris didn't want Marianne to see a joke, she hated this nondescript "bald head" more and more, but she had to ask for something from him.

"Hmm..." Xia Xia rubbed her hands, "I'll come to see Cloris too..."

Even though her heart felt like a mountain was being crushed, Cloris finally had to admit the reality in front of her.She is not Arista, for a better future, the girl must learn to compromise.

This may be the last time Cloris sees Xia Xia. After that, she will go to the Mausoleum, which is located at the core of the spirit world, and wait for the flower of Wuxiang to bear fruit.As soon as she gets the fruit, she will immediately pack her bags and leave Faljar by boat.

For a long time after that, it was difficult for the girl to reunite with Xia Xia, even if it was correspondence... Cloris didn't know how the Explorers' Guild would carry out the mail business. It must be very troublesome to transmit information to the upper realm.

Xia Xia was placed in the basement by Mariana.Women have their own wars. If Arista attracts the main fleet of the empire, it will definitely create a favorable situation for the kingdom of Farland in the local wars in Portur Bay and the mainland of the empire. When the spectacle of the correctional center attracts the firepower of the airship When she led the soldiers to attack the town.

Mariana took the spare canoe and turned from the Fog River to the Black Forest, bypassing the siege of the imperial army, gathering the remnants, and completing the deployment ahead of schedule.Her soldiers had been suffering from cold and hunger for nearly ten days. Without her personal leadership, it would be difficult for the remnant army's personal will to support a complete battle.

When Marianne and her personal guards left and Cloris stepped into the secret room behind the statue of the stars, Arista was already sitting on the high platform of the correctional center. On both sides of her, Osgar and Garner had already awakened. On the sun cross made of corrupt flesh and blood, they looked at each other silently.

Then, Osgar took the lead in shaking his lungs, and began his speeches and curses that would rather die than surrender. The emotion was so sincere and touching that the imperial soldiers surrounding the correctional facility were all moved. When Lord Warbleton began to recite the meaning of the Sun Bible devoutly , They all clenched their weapons tightly, their blood boiled, and they vowed to fight to the death with the evildoers of the void.

After the roar of the turbine sounded from the sky, the indomitable, steel-like chant, stronger than the sun, seemed to brighten the sky:

"Osgar took out his heart and declared to God the determination of the saints with burning blood:

"'My heart is in the dawn, my soul is buried in the hot sun, and my blood will water the soul in the evening',

"'And therefore the void shall not corrupt me',

"'When the gods come to this world, call the sword of the ten thousand armies to cut down the false rebels, and call the rolling insects to graze the world',

"'I want to obey your will, so that there is only one voice in the world'..."

When he thought of this, all the soldiers could no longer hold back their anger and shouted together: "Purify! Purify! Purify! Purify! Purify!"

"'Purge!'"

The name "Osgar" comes from the saints reported in the Sun Bible, which means the sun worm, the main shepherd and the main punisher.

Countless years later, the young man carrying this meaning is worthy of the name of a saint. He is generous, tragic, and vowed to die under the fleet of the distant sky——

"The void must not corrupt me!"

"Osgar is honored to die!"

"Long live the sun!!!"

44. Saving Lord Warbleton

"Lieyang has always been only for himself."

——"Arue Refuting the Sun Apocrypha"

……

Faljar, the imperial banner is unfurled in the manic air current.

Buswell's fleet didn't even care about the loss of the hull. Against the wind current and fog waves, it crushed thousands of creatures in the fog, and was able to return at the fastest speed.

"Long live the sun!"

Shocking shouts resounded through the sky and the earth.

During the passionate chanting, clouds of burning mist floated up and down, and the dirty dust visible to the naked eye dragged out a huge tail flame in the wind and waves rolled by the turbine.

In the guard of the group of ships, Commander Boothwell stood on the bow of the ship, listening to the exciting chanting on the battleships one after another, his expression was cloudy and uncertain.

Osgar Warbleton is worthy of the name of a saint, and he is also worthy of being the most devout believer in the sun. His deeds today will be recorded in the scriptures and will shine through the ages.

However, Osgar cannot die. If he dies, he may live forever. All the people of the sun will mourn his immortal spirit and the will of the sun, but since then, Boothwell's military career has been ruined.

The sacrifice of a generation of dignitaries can make the people feel the same hatred, but they will also trace back to what caused such a person to be captured and killed by evildoers.At that time, no one will mention Osgar's stupidity and contempt. Under the guidance of someone with a heart, all the spearheads may be pointed at him, Brun Boothwell. He will be slandered by his political enemies and beheaded by the public opinion.

Just by looking at the reactions of the soldiers around him, one can tell how big a storm will be caused if the heir of the Principality of Varia, who has the status of a cleric, dies.

Osgar is alive, this incident can still be attributed to the surprise of the Void evildoers; Osgar's death, all responsibilities must be borne by someone, and all anger must find an outlet.

If it is light, he will be dismissed from his post, and if it is serious, he will die.