Chapter 222 Turbidity

As the Kingdom of Soren, whose territory occupies nearly half of the land area of ​​the Roland continent, its capital is not as huge as imagined.

The palace is definitely not called "glorious golden wall".

However, as an ancient kingdom that has been famous for hundreds of years on the Roland Continent, the main building of the palace still leaves traces of history.

Below this tall 18-story castle, there is a main palace. The outer side of the hall records the great achievements of the legendary great men in the history of the kingdom, and around those exquisitely carved figures, there are stone sculptures of birds and beasts. There are also stone tablets below, with densely packed handwriting telling the glorious history. It is nothing more than some years, a monarch conquering a certain piece of land. Or a monarch defeating the army of a certain country, etc.

The hall is spotless and everything around is extremely quiet. The exquisite murals on the walls are lifelike, and there are reliefs like the sky on the ceiling above. Although the reliefs of floating clouds are not real, they are inlaid with some strange gems and still look colorful. Unlike ordinary royal palaces, there are no closely guarded guards around to patrol back and forth.

Like the monarchs of the Kingdom of Sauron, this generation of King Sauron still believes in this creed: only invisible strength is the most fearful!

Rather than making three steps, one post, two steps, one whistle, it is just the action of a nouveau riche. The bun has meat but not the pleat!

King Sauron of this generation was just thirty-five years old. His appearance seemed much older than his strength! In his five years of reign, this ambitious king has not been working hard for his country for a day. And the greatest potential danger of royal power is undoubtedly the temple that is everywhere in the Roland continent!

"God's authority is above everything..." The king sneered a little, and he said to himself softly: "Why is God so high? Since I rule this country, all things must be carried out by my will!"

The wrinkles at the corners of the king's eyes gradually relaxed, and he turned around and looked at his most trusted confidant minister, the old right prime minister of the kingdom.

The Right Prime Minister served as his teacher when he was the crown prince. When the king favored this teacher, he often had a little more respect, at least he gave him full respect on the surface.

Looking at the right prime minister, the king smiled: "Right prime minister, is there any movement in the temple? Is there no news about the people we sent? " He is a smart monarch who knows that he must give a gentle attitude towards his most capable assistant.

The old right prime minister's face wrinkled like dry orange peel, looking dull. The king's country has always been full of awe for this ugly old man. However, the king only has trust in his eyes at this moment!

"Your Majesty, don't worry. Commander Biya has already brought the fleet to greet him. I believe the people in the temple are not that easy to succeed! In the current situation, we have to gain an advantage! The temple does not dare to turn against us rashly. Even if they take action, they must do it secretly. We can take advantage of this."

The king seemed to be playing with the ring on his finger casually and said slowly: "Where is the black veil? What is that woman's attitude?"

The right prince's eyes showed a wise look and whispered: "That woman has rarely appeared since she came back from the south last time. Before the war, she had lost most of the trust of the temple. In fact, I have been observing secretly. The temple probably wanted to transfer her back, but because she is an open saint after all, and a black veil saint sent by the temple. So I'm waiting for an excuse."

The king smiled: "Then, do we need to provide an excuse to the temple? This black veil is very strong, do we need to worry about it?"

The old right prime minister lowered his head, as if hiding his eyes: "No. I think a saint who is in harmony with the temple is more beneficial to us! If the temple sends a completely loyal saint, it will cause us some trouble."

The king nodded, obviously very satisfied with the old right prime minister's answer, and then he spoke again: "So where is the temple? What is that old charlatan thinking? There are five more paladins in the temple within ten days! I even doubt whether he is making trouble! Is paladins worthless now? It turns out that they can't find two or three top masters who have been searching across the continent. Suddenly, so many of them emerge. Could it be that they grew from the ground?"

The king's tone was a little angry and even more impatient. The more paladins there were in the temple, the greater the power and threat of the temple.

The right prince bowed down and whispered: "The strength of the Paladin is unquestionable. I have secretly sent someone to investigate. Each of the five newly awarded the title of "Paladin" has excellent strength. The background is also very clean, and I can't find any strange things - but I think their background is so clean that it makes people suspicious!"

The king's eyes lit up: "You mean... are these paladins from?"

The old right minister closed his mouth, stretched out a finger, and pointed to the direction north.

The king looked at the old right prime minister's gesture and showed a contemplative expression on his face: "Is it the Frank Kingdom? Although the Frank Kingdom is known as the "Birthplace of Knights", they have not produced another paladin in the past hundred years."

The right minister shook his head and still pointed to the north.

The king frowned: "Is it because the Teutonic Kingdom secretly supported the temple? Well, the current Paladin of Fielding is the Teutonic people. The Teutonic Kingdom heard that there were several excellent warriors, but these people would not become paladins overnight! Could it be that their power was given by God?"

The right minister still shook his head, and his fingers were still pointing to the north.

The king finally changed color: "Teacher, do you mean...those creatures?"

The right prime minister nodded and sighed: "This is probably the only reasonable explanation! Even in the Light Continent, there will be no possibility that so many swordsman warriors will appear at once. Similarly, so many paladins will not appear out of thin air in the Roland Continent. The only possibility is the powerful race in the north!"

The king sneered: "That old charlatan in the temple dared to collude even the dragon clan in order to be the pope. Is the dragon clan a pagan? Do the dragon clan dare to leave their territory?"

The right prime minister smiled slightly and whispered: "Your Majesty, do you remember what I said when I taught you?"

The king lowered his head and thought for a while, smiled and said, "Remember!" He closed his eyes and said slowly, "When everything involves the highest interests, even the enemy of life and death can quickly resolve grudges. There are no eternal enemies, nor eternal friends. Religion is just a guise of deceit. The brighter the place, the darker the hidden corners!" At this point, the king opened his eyes again, swept his eyes to the elderly right prime minister, and said softly: "So, the old charlatan has taken action regardless of everything in order to seize the highest interests! He even tore off the hypocritical mask of their religion, right?"

The right prime minister didn't say anything, just bent down.

The king slowly walked to the edge of the hall, gently stroked the exquisite murals and reliefs on the wall with his palms, and touched the cold reliefs with his fingers. His movements were gentle, as if the caress of a lover. Then a hint of proud expression appeared on the king's face: "This is the wealth left by my ancestors, and I will never hand over the kingdom to those charlatans!" He sighed, glanced at the old right prime minister, and smiled: "Okay, go back. Let me know when the messenger of the Light Empire has news."

The right pair closed their sleeves and bowed to leave.

He slowly took a few steps back and then turned away. When the old man walked out of the palace hall, the cold air coming towards him shocked his spirit. He couldn't help but straighten his hunched body, and the old-fashioned Long Zhong on his face instantly swept away, and a trace of eloquence flashed in his turbid eyes: "Our king is getting harder and harder to control..."

He suddenly felt a gaze coming from behind. When he looked back, he saw that there was no one in the corner. But was the feeling of thorns on his back just now an illusion?

The old right prime minister bent down again and left the palace with a staggering pace - here, it would be better to be careful.

There seemed to be only the king left in the hall. He suddenly sighed and smiled, "Master Sith, what do you think?"

In the corner of the originally empty hall, a black robe suddenly appeared, and under the black robe, a figure appeared. The cold eyes seemed to have no emotion.

"Your Majesty, how do you ask me for such a question?" His face gradually appeared from the darkness in the corner. It was a face that was cut by a knife, with a cold expression and a cold tone.

If someone else is here at this moment, you will be shocked to see this face! Because this face is undoubtedly one of the most famous faces in the entire Roland Continent! As the chief wizard of the Roland Continental Magician Association and the great magician Master Sith, he is undoubtedly one of the most famous figures in the Roland Continental!

What is even more surprising is that this leading figure of the Magicians Association actually appears in the palace of the Kingdom of Sauron! Because the Magicians Association has always been the most loyal ally of the temple!

The king waved his hand, and a trace of dissatisfaction appeared on his face: "Master Sith, do you still have to wear your cold mask when facing your allies? I know that Lord Right Prime Minister secretly interacts with the temple. But I was not surprised! Just like what this old guy taught me back then: in the face of interests, there are no eternal enemies, nor eternal friends! For example, he interacts with the temple, and now you are on my side." At the end, the king showed a deep smile on his face, looking at the top magician of the Roland Continent with great meaning.

A strange look flashed across the Sith's cold face: "But don't forget that we are just temporary allies, and all cooperation with the Kingdom of Sauron is reserved! Do you just trust me so much?"

The king chuckled softly, cleverly changed the subject, and suddenly asked, "That envoy of the Light Empire, is your news accurate? Did he really kill the trusted Paladin in the temple alone?"

Sith shook his head: "To be precise, I don't know much. What I know is that the temple sent the Amohus who I hate to intercept, but no one came back! That's all!"

The king laughed, as if he was very happy, and sighed softly: "It seems that this new ally of our Southern Continent has sent us an amazing guy."

As if he was deliberately not wanting the king in front of him to be too proud, a sarcastic look suddenly flashed in Sith's cold eyes: "Not only do we know this news, but in fact, your right prime minister should have received the news last night, but..."

The king shook his head and said, "But he didn't tell me, because the news came from the temple, and he was afraid that I would doubt the origin of his news. Master Sith, this is the purpose of telling me this?"

Sith glanced at the king coldly and closed his mouth.

The king sat down slowly and said seriously: "No matter how the situation changes, I always believe in a truth: use it!" His serious face was a bit proud: "Any situation can be used! The premise is that as long as your means are clever enough!"

Sith looked at the ordinary human sitting in front of him. Although he was the king's master, from the perspective of the magician, he was just an ordinary human. He did not have the powerful force of a knight or the powerful magic of a magician. Even now, as long as Sith threw any magic at all, he could kill this guy.

But his confidence made Sith feel a bit strange: the Magic Society and the Kingdom of Sauron do not want to be annexed by the temple! However, will the guy in front of him also be annexed by this guy in the future?

Under the night, in a tall gray building about a hundred miles away from King Sauron, five horses rushed into the inner hall from the outer hall. Because they were holding the staff of the higher clergy in the temple, the guards did not stop them.

When they rode their horses and rushed directly to the steps, the two divine servants finally blocked their way.

Looking at the confinement gate behind the two divine servants, the five people turned over and got off the horse. They were wearing black robes and wrapped their bodies tightly inside. The huge cloak on their heads covered all their faces. The leader said in a hoarse voice: "We are coming from the temple to see the master!"

The two divine servants looked at each other, and one of them showed a embarrassed expression on his face: "Sir, you are practicing behind closed doors, I'm afraid..."

The leader snorted coldly: "Do you dare to disobey the orders of the Chief Elder of the Temple?" He slowly lowered the cloak that was covered with his head, revealing a face full of anger. The two divine servants clearly saw that under his neck, a piece of armor shining with metal light appeared!

The man seemed to be saying something else, and the powerful hand behind him gently patted his shoulder. The man immediately lowered his head and took a step back.

An extremely tall figure behind him walked up, his voice very strong: "You can report to the master, you will not be punished!"

Before the two divine servants could speak, four young knights had already run out of the corridors on both sides of the hall. Each of them was wearing silver armor and a black cloak symbolized by the "Sacred Knights".

The young knight in the lead face was as cold as frost: "Who dares to disturb the adults' practice! The adults have their own destiny, just tell me what they have!"

Some of the young knights had already pressed their hands on the hilt of the sword below their waists.

Some even thought: The temple is another temple! Could it be that the people from the temple punished the adults? No matter what, the adults should not be harmed!

The tall man with a strong voice sighed, slowly raised his hands, lifted the black cloak that was covering his head, revealing a square face, and the dense beard made his face look extremely strong and courageous. As he unbuttoned the belt around his waist and took off his robe, what was exposed was actually a golden armor symbolizing the "Paladin"!

The young knight who stopped them finally changed color: "Master Augustine!"

Facing the most famous and oldest Paladin in Roland, these young people lowered their proud heads as if they had seen their dream idol, and their hands that were originally pressed on the hilt of the sword immediately hung down.

No one dared to be unreasonable in front of the Paladin, and in the face of Lord Augustine, in addition to being awe, these young people respected his noble personality even more.

Augustine spoke in a gentle tone: "Okay, it's a secret for me to come here. Don't let me go out, take me to see you lords!"

Despite trying hard to maintain a gentle tone, the paladin couldn't help but show a hint of eagerness on his face.

The four young knights who stopped him hesitated for a moment and whispered: "Master Augustine, I said before I went in that even if the Chief Elder came, I would never see you!"

Augustine frowned: "So willful! Can you disobey the temple's meaning for that little disagreement?"

He suddenly took two steps forward. The four young knights seemed hesitant, but they still stopped him. However, they did not dare to touch the long sword under their waists anymore, and used their bodies to block the not-so-wide steps.

Augustine raised her eyebrows gently and whispered: "In the name of the leader of the Holy Knights, I order you to get out of the way and not force me to attack you!"

The young men were still hesitating, but Augustine suddenly laughed: "It seems that you really respect your lords. For your lords, you dare to disobey my orders."

His palm slowly raised, and then he put it on the shoulder of a young knight in front of him. A gentle force passed by, and the young man's body became soft and he was squeezed aside.

At this moment, the confined black door on the steps opened silently. A slender figure slowly walked out wrapped in a black robe.

The long black hair, which was as satin as flying in the night wind, and the corners of the black gauze dress were flying. The face was holy and beautiful under the night, like a goddess, and her eyes were like a cold star in the sky, looking indifferently at the Paladin under the steps.

Augustine let go of his hand and smiled, "Muse, long time no see."

A warm gaze appeared in the black veil's eyes, but his tone was still plain: "Augustin, they sent you again this time. But even if it were you, I wouldn't compromise!"

Augustine sighed: "I guessed you would say this, but this time I was not here to force you to make a decision. The latest order from the temple I brought! This is the decision made by several elders, not just the meaning of that adult. This time I don't think you will object again."
Chapter completed!