Chapter Six Entanglement

Like other metropolises, Richelieu is also a city with a distinction between rich and poor. The northern part of the city is either rich or noble, or at least decent people can live here.

In the north of the city, a small but exquisite courtyard, together with other Richelieu districts, ushered in another cold dusk. There was a three-story building in the courtyard. In a room on the third floor, Miro was wearing a dark black silk nightgown, painting with concentration. On the canvas in front of him, a charming woman had already appeared in the prototype, but her face was still blank.

Miro's painting skills are extremely exquisite. Although the woman in the painting has not yet been completed, it is very fascinating. Judging from his body and clothing, he painted Froya!

Miro stood in front of the easel, holding up the brush in his hand, but could not put it on her face anyway. After a long time, he finally sighed dejectedly and put down the brush in his hand.

At this moment, a heavy and hoarse sigh sounded outside the door, and the warrior who had always wrapped himself in tightly came in. He looked at the easel in front of Miro, and shook his head helplessly.

Miro washed the oil paint on his hands in a basin of cold water and asked, "When will Adrenie arrive?"

The warrior said in a metal rubbing voice: "Your Highness just heard the news that she had encountered some minor trouble on the road and would have to delay two days. It is expected to arrive in Richelieu in three days."

Miro said oh, feeling disappointed in words. He wiped his hands dry with a little annoyance and asked unhappily: "Why is she so troublesome? Did she say that she missed the trip because of what?"

Na Bushi said, "His whereabouts of His Highness Adrenie was discovered by General Artest's subordinates. She wanted to personally chase those spies who were preparing to report the news, so it would take some time. You know, we must not let General Artest know that His Highness has arrived in this plane."

Miro snorted and asked, "Does she need to do it yourself if you kill a few people who report the news? Are all her dark knights dead?"

The warrior sighed heavily and said, "Mr. Miro, have you forgotten that your Highness cannot bring the Dark Knight here."

Miro suddenly realized and silent.

The warrior looked at Miro and suddenly said, "My Lord Miro, you are so distracted by a human woman, and you have completely put the major affairs of our clan behind my mind. In my opinion, we should ask Zhakazab to notify our master and send another person to come here so that we will not miss the major affairs of our clan."

Miro suddenly turned around and said angrily: "I naturally know this. It is me who is in charge of the overall situation now, and I hope you don't forget this!"

The warrior refused to give in and said, "If you really consider the major affairs of our clan, that would be great. But what are you going to do with His Highness Adrenie? You are also very clear about His Highness's temper. She hates someone to plot against her the most. Once she knows your true intentions, a great war is inevitable."

Miro sneered, "I'm afraid of her? Nodhart, you don't want to say anything to her, right?"

Nodhart, as if he hadn't seen the purple flames leaping on Miro's fingertips, still said slowly: "I can't say anything. But you can't hide it for long, until then... Humph! Although you and Your Highness are both geniuses of our clan, if you duel with the palace, you may not have a chance to win, right?"

Miro's face turned pale, and the purple and black flames on his clenched fists were constantly changing, and it seemed that he was trying to restrain his anger.

Nodhart turned a blind eye to Miro's anger and said, "Mr. Miro, I just remind you that since you and His Highness Adrenie have arrived in this plane, if things don't go well, Zachadhab asks my Lord for help, think about it, who will be the next one?"

Miro's face changed, and his clenched fists finally slowly relaxed.

Nodeha nodded and said, "My Lord Miro, no one wants to work with that person, and I think you are no exception. So please spend a little effort on our clan's great cause. As long as the big thing is accomplished, no matter who you exchange His Highness Adrenie for, I will not set any obstacles for you. However, I still have to remind you that you must be well prepared in order to bear His Highness Adrenie's anger afterwards."

Miro smiled coldly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and looked away from the east where Adrenee was.

When Nodhart left, he sighed heavily again.

At the same time, in the far south, Constantine sighed. However, his expression was much happier than Nodhart. He just looked at a long corridor in front of him to be scrubbed, and there was a little more embarrassment in his smile.

With a door ringing, Effier appeared from behind and said, "My homework is done. Your injury has not healed yet. Do you want me to help you?"

Constantine smiled and shook her head, saying, "No need. If you have time, go and practice more sacred cutting."

Effier immediately said, "Don't practice!"

She simply refused to let Constantine slip under her feet, tripped onto the bucket, and almost fell to the ground, and the unhealed wounds all over her body were in pain. Constantine was pale in pain, but he insisted on asking, "Why not practice?"

Effier said: "The power of the divine cutting is too small. If I exhaust all my strength, I can only release two cutting ripples. These ripples are very difficult to control, and they cannot cut anything at all! What are the holy light chains, undead expulsions, and holy strikes you teach you all look much stronger than this."

She paused and added: "And when the divine cut was used, it was silent and there was no other spell at all."

After hearing this, Constantine only smiled bitterly. He seemed to have hesitated for a moment, but finally made up his mind and said to Effier: "Effier, the other sacred magic I taught you will have limited power growth in the future, but the sacred cutting will be different! It will continue to increase its power as you master the depth of your own sacred power. If one day you can break through the limit of your power, you may turn the sacred cutting into a skill that can threaten the gods, cut in an out-of-order order!"

"Cutting out of order?" Effier stared at Constantine without blinking.

"Yes, cut in an order! If you come into contact with the strong people above the holy realm one day, you will understand the power of cut in an order." Constantine said solemnly.

"It's boring." Effier looked disapproving.

"Do you... don't want to learn the craft that is enough to threaten the dark gods?" Constantine could hardly believe his ears.

"Why am I going to mess with the Dark Gods? It's your business to defeat them, it has nothing to do with me." Effier looked at Constantine, as if he was looking at a monster.

"Okay!" Constantine said with a wry smile: "What do you want to learn? Your sacred magic has improved very quickly. You cannot meditate just. You must start practicing more sacred magic."

Effier frowned and thought for a long time, then took out the sacred magic book that Constantine gave her and looked through it for a long time before pointing to one of the pages and saying to Constantine: "This looks quite interesting, I'll learn it!"

Constantine came over and frowned and said, "Prophecy? Indeed, the practice of prophecy will become a great prophecy in the end, which can directly refer to the power of the gods to attack the enemy. However, this spell is almost useless at the beginning, and its power is directly related to the level of piety of faith. Effier, although your soul is pure, it is not yet considered faith at all, and there is no possibility of practicing great prophecy. Instead of spending your time on this, it is better to practice the sacred cut that has nothing to do with faith."

"I'm going to learn this." Effier is an elf, with the stubbornness unique to an elf.

"Okay...right." Constantine sighed. No matter what, as long as Effier is willing to learn the magic of the sacred, he will be closer and closer to the glory of the Supreme God. Since such a pure soul, if he has seen it, how can she let her gradually sink into the darkness?

At this moment, Effier's slender ears suddenly trembled slightly, and she ran to the window and looked out the window.

"Effie, what's wrong?" Constantine moved heavy steps and chased after him. Although the sacred spells have always had special bonus effects for treating injuries, the strong aura of death of the kings will continue to aggravate their injuries. In the conflict between the two, they just offset each other. Therefore, Constantine has a sacred power that looks down on her peers, and at this moment, she still has to endure the recovery speed of ordinary people's injuries.

"What a strong smell of blood..." Effier's face began to turn pale. Looking at her hard-working look, she seemed to be resisting the desire to vomit.

Constantine also came to the window. He closed his eyes, faced the wind deeply, and took a breath. After a long time, he opened his eyes in confusion and said, "Nothing is there!"

Effier forced a smile and said, "It's nothing, it seems that I'm wrong. Ah, there is still a place over there that hasn't been cleaned! Remember not to miss it. I'll come to learn prophecy with you in the evening."

Just as he passed by, Constantine suddenly saw that Effier, who had always been clear and clear, had a little desolation on his face. He couldn't help but ask, "Effier, do you have any worries?"

Effier looked at him strangely and said, "You are very curious!"

Constantine was suffocated and could only say, "I'm not curious... Well, what do you mean? This is not right as your teacher, no, a friend. So, as a cardinal, care for a believer of the Supreme God, right?"

"I haven't promised to be a believer of the Supreme God yet." Effier's rejection was straightforward and defeated Constantine's conspiracy again.

She looked at the poor cardinal and said, "But I can tell you why. I haven't seen the Lord God's Messenger for a long time. I want to sleep with him. Are you satisfied?"

Looking at Effie's pure face and impure gaze, Constantine couldn't accept the huge contrast between her appearance and her words. The serious crime of lust, to her, was like talking about the most common things like eating, drinking, and cleaning daily.

Does the soul be too pure and will have problems? For the first time in my life, Constantine began to doubt his judgment.

In extreme surprise, Cons had no choice but to smile helplessly, pick up the bucket, and continue his cleaning work.

In the extreme Arctic Ocean, in this frozen country, the floating city hanging alone in the sky is mysterious and beautiful, but it also seems extremely lonely. Since Feng Yue broke through the ice defensive barrier of the Ice and Snow Goddess with the entire flying castle, the flying little fairies around the floating city fell. Although Wen Na tried his best to repair it, it was only so that it could barely float again. If we wanted to completely repair Paradise Lost, even Feng Yue would not be able to do it now.

In the floating city, there was a lifeless atmosphere.

At this moment, the auspicious snow is flying in the main hall of darkness, and the wind and moon are floating alone in the wind and snow, concentrating and contemplating.

The moment she obtained the goddess of ice and snow, her eyes looked farther and her ears heard wider. Her spiritual sense was no longer limited to Mora, but could hear the prayers of several highest-level devout sacrifices.

The real and powerful realm of God brings her a brand new experience.

Just like a flying insect that had lived in midsummer suddenly entered an unprecedented winter, Feng Yue was also confused about the new field in front of her. She carefully explored, tried to master this huge domain ability.

When fighting against the Ice and Snow Goddess, Feng Yue didn't feel any difficulty in mastering her divine character and domain. However, what she saw was always far from what she really felt. Even if the Ice and Snow Goddess's domain was not complete, it was not as powerful as other gods. But in this way, the vastness and complexity of her domain power was far beyond Feng Yue's original expectations.

Feng Yue's perfect body is enough to withstand the fierce and fierce divine power left by the goddess of ice and snow, but the huge knowledge and thousand-year experience related to the field almost destroyed her consciousness! Only then did Feng Yue truly know how far the distance between God and man is.

At this moment, Feng Yue is far from mastering the power left by the Ice and Snow Goddess, but her consciousness has begun to be influenced by the Ice and Snow Goddess' divine power. Everything in the past and life in the mortal world seemed to be far away from her.

Feng Yue was always trying to absorb and understand the power of the frozen country, and she even began to try to use the power of this field. Of course, Feng Yue's attempts brought a catastrophe to many creatures under the ice ocean, and those who felt keen and powerful had already tried every means to lurk to the deepest part of the ice ocean. Because for them, in addition to a goddess of joy and anger above, another very terrifying guy has also entered the ice ocean.

Under the ice ocean, these powerful creatures had some spiritual connections with each other, so when they sensed their powerful companions fell one after another, they immediately realized the coming of danger.

Another thing that troubles Feng Yue is that more and more people dare to take her into consideration! Of course, some of them did not intend to offend Feng Yue, but they just inadvertently violated certain areas that Feng Yue values. But if the goddess of ice and snow is not a tolerant goddess, then what about Feng Yue?

In the words of Sius, Lord Fengyue has always been very good at holding grudges.

Feng Yue used the perception of God to pass these bold people one by one in her heart, preparing to solve the confusion of the power of the domain and find a way to walk in the world as an ordinary person. She would make these bold and arbitrary guys pay the corresponding price.

Thinking of this, Feng Yue suddenly felt a burst of fatigue.

She reached out and grabbed the void. Suddenly, a sharp and thin panic scream suddenly sounded in the dark hall. The underground dwarf was brought over by Feng Yuesheng from somewhere.

Feng Yue was slightly stunned. She thought she would catch a sacred dragon, but she found such a small thing. It seemed that during this period, Gregory mostly existed in the form of an underground dwarf.

Feng Yue looked at Gregory, thinking about something.

Gregory instinctively felt a chill. As soon as it took off from Feng Yue's hand, it immediately turned over and turned into a long-lost sacred dragon form. With the most elegant, respectful and pious attitude, he said: "The most beautiful master, you come to me, what are your instructions?"

"Faith is not stable. Go and discuss with Mora, it's time to show the miracle." Feng Yue said lightly.

The sacred dragon left after his fate.

A few days later, many Richelieu citizens were awakened by the sound of dragon roars falling from the air. A few lucky early-awakening people saw a giant dragon surrounded by light breaking out of the clouds and swooping down, carrying wind and thunder, pounced on the statue of the goddess of nature that was still towering!

The huge rush of the dragon led to the natural goddess's statue slowly leaning against it, and then a roar that caused the earth to tremble slightly!

The giant dragon rose from the dust and gravel, slowly hovered, and then flew to the statue of the Ice and Snow Statue, which was opposite the Statue of the Nature Statue of Yuan Ben, and fell down respectfully. The square in front of the Statue of Ice and Snow Statue was large enough to accommodate a giant dragon. After learning about the riot outside, the gate of the Ice and Snow Temple opened wide, and Mora led all the high-level clergymen out one after another.

Morra, who combines holiness and beauty, stood in front of the statue of the Snow Statue, and replaced the great Snow Goddess with her unique and pleasant voice and accepted the worship of the dragon.

The dragon roared in response.

"I am the servant that the master values ​​the most! We are just performing a play now, don't think that your status is really above me." The sacred dragon quietly threatened the saint with spiritual fluctuations.

"I will tell the goddess truthfully what I know, all your disrespectful actions." Mora replied quietly.

"You dare!" the sacred dragon roared.
Chapter completed!