Germany.

Aachen Cathedral.

At this time, the church was quiet and was not open to anyone.

In the world-famous chapel, an old man sat.

He was wearing a black robe, looking casual, and a simple black wide-brimmed hat on his head.

His dress looked somewhat similar to the priest, but the brim of the hat could not cover his blonde hair.

If you look closely, you will find that his blonde hair is slightly white.

This is an aging characteristic, especially for Atlantis family members. When you have white hair, it means that your golden bloodline can no longer fight against the most natural thing between the world.

Once this kind of thing begins, it will begin to run violently towards the end of life, and it cannot be stopped and cannot be stopped.

The old man sat quietly, sometimes looking at the huge and spectacular organ in front of the church, sometimes tilted his head, looking at the colorful Germanic dome arch, and never said anything, and no one could tell his true emotions.

During this period, the priest came out and added tea to him twice, but neither of them had any communication.

The old man was thinking, and there was a light of wisdom in his eyes, but at the same time, a little helplessness flashed with inability to do so. This look was related to age and choice.

The choice you make will have to endure what kind of results you have to endure.

Although some results are expected, when things that previously only existed in the expectations really become reality, it will still make people feel pain.

This battle was so tragic that even... the world seemed to be covered with a layer of blood.

After all, it may be the people and things that have accompanied me throughout my life, but I said goodbye in my twilight years.

So many members of the Golden Family and so many prides of heaven will die with the wind.

The old man had been sitting like this for two days. At this time, until the sun was about to sink to the horizon, the old man had no intention of getting up.

This is the most cultural church in Europe. It combines Frankish and Byzantine architectural art. These two styles are also opposite, just like the resource and radicals of Atlantis... They seem to come from the same family, but they also have their own opinions and attitudes.

If you have a long combination, you will be divided; if you have a long division, you will be combined.

However, some breakups and reunions are indeed artificially created, and right and wrong can only be judged by future generations.

The old man made a choice not long ago, about separation and cooperation.

He did not personally participate in this series of processes, but his laissez-faire, his bystander, and his Chen Momo, are the most effective catalysts and combustion aids.

Mars dotted, then...fire the prairie fire.

Once it starts, it becomes uncontrollable, and this uncontrollable is also expected.

Sometimes, as the controller who is determined to move forward the times, you must be cruel.

Jade cannot be made into a weapon without being carved. Real gold always needs to be refined by fire. If you want Atlantis to become stronger, then some people will always become whetstones, stepping stones, and touchstones for others.

No one knows what the old man feels at this moment.

He is sharp, he is decisive, but he is also contradictory.

He was hopeful and drastic, but he was also cautious.

Time passes by minute by second. Perhaps, every time the minute hand beats, there will be a hug.

A young man with Atlantis blood fell to the ground and could never get up again.

At this moment, the church door was pushed open from outside.

A beautiful girl in a white dress walked in.

She has long purple hair that looks like a dream.

Many people will think that they have a feeling of dreams coming into reality when they see her.

…………

The purple-haired girl is naturally Lolita.

However, this time, she put aside her identity as a family lady and came here as Athena.

In the dark world, the goddess of wisdom came to Aachen Cathedral.

She walked in, her figure was flexible, but her steps were not easy.

Lolita first raised her head and looked at the world-famous round arch, looking at the colorful magnificence, and looking at the shocking beauty, with a hint of solemnity in her eyes.

Yes, Lolita's eyes were solemn, and there was no trace of melancholy at this moment. It was completely unnecessary to express any melancholy and confusion.

"Sentimentality" does not apply to this moment.

Then, Lolita retracted her gaze from the dome and turned to the old man sitting in front of her.

"Hello, Mr. Chief of Atlantis." Lolita bowed slightly across more than ten meters, then said, "Dark World, Athena, come and visit."

I am Athena, I am here, for the dark world, and for Atlantis.

Listening to Lolita's meaning, the old man turned out to be the current patriarch of Atlantis!

This identity is amazing enough!

It turned out that those clan leaders who could not be found by the radical elders actually stayed in the Aachen Cathedral!

The military advisor and Zeus' inferences both produced some deviations... The patriarch did not die, nor did he live or die.

He just stayed quietly aside and watched the fire burn, then closed his eyes and let the fire rage wildly, allowing the situation to develop uncontrollably.

If the news that the patriarch was in the Aachen Cathedral was exposed, the radicals would probably rush to rush toward this side!

They will regard Aachen Cathedral as their primary target, not Castia!

"Child, why don't you come to see me with Lolita?" The old man finally spoke after two days, with a very obvious aging feeling in his voice: "You tell me now that your name is Athena, which makes me feel a little strange. I don't like this sense of distance."

"Because of my position, I am now standing in the dark world, not my family." Lolita took a light breath, as if facing the old man would make her feel a little pressure. Then she said, "I finally came here, so I want to make the words clearer and clearer. I hope you can understand, Mr. Clan Chief."

"You didn't call me Grandpa Curtis, but you called me Mr. Chief. I think this already shows your position." The old man said.

"The title of 'grandfather' contains too much family affection. To be honest, Mr. Clan leader, I haven't seen anything related to '[zero.] family affection' from your choice this time." Lolita said bluntly.

Yes, in everyone's eyes, if Curtis has a little respect and love for this family, he will not stand by and watch his nephews kill the sky and the earth.

“Something is true,

You haven't experienced it, you don't understand, kid," Curtis said.

He still didn't turn around, and this sentence had no meaning of explanation.

"I don't have those experiences, but I understand human nature and compassion." Lolita walked straight ahead and sat down on the chair next to Curtis.

"Grandpa Curtis, I went around a lot of unnecessary circles before I infer that you are here." Lolita said: "But even if I think from the perspective of others, I really can't find the reason for you to be here."

It’s so messy outside. Don’t you plan to go out?

Lolita doesn't need to ask this sentence, because, being able to come here means everything. I am here to ask you on behalf of the entire dark world.

"Some answers will take decades to see," Curtis said. "Even if it is explained now, it is useless, and I don't need to explain anything to anyone."

Then he turned to Lolita: "Child, since you are here, just feel the atmosphere here and you will gain something."

This Curtis looks quite kind, maybe, just because the person who is chatting with Lolita.

"Grandpa Curtis, I'm not in the mood to feel the artistic atmosphere here," Lolita said. "I actually want to tell the radicals about you here."

This is a threat from Lolita.

"Child, if it wasn't you who came here, I wouldn't say so much, but you should think carefully about why you can enter this church," Curtis said.

The subtext of this sentence is undoubtedly that you can come in, and I asked someone to let you in.

You Lolita can come in and stand in front of me, but those radicals may not be able to come in.

After hearing this, Lolita took a light breath again: "Do you know I'll come?"

Curtis broke Lolita's threat in one sentence, in other words, he didn't care.

"It's not difficult to guess," Curtis said. "You are from the standpoint of the dark world and want to help Atlantis. I understand this and I'm grateful for it."

Lolita is working hard in her way. So many people have not found where the patriarch Curtis is, but she has found it. This is the ability of the goddess of wisdom.

Moreover, since Lolita is here, she will definitely make the best efforts for this.

What else Lolita wants to say, Curtis then said, "Child, I know what you want to express, but I suggest you don't have to say it anymore. It's too late to say anything."

"But I still want to ask." Lolita said unwilling to give up, "Why?"

"Why is this happening?" Curtis shook his head: "Child, you have no power and are not in my position, so you can't understand me, just as others don't understand me."

"No." Lolita's tone was firm: "If you want to make Atlantis stronger, there are a thousand ways to choose, but you chose the cruelest one."

"So, since you've seen through it, you should understand my attitude," Curtis said. "No need to ask more, kid."

"But, besides me, someone wants to ask you too," said Lolita.

After saying that, she stood up and looked at the church gate, her eyes extremely clear.
Chapter completed!