The walls of the Ice Peak Fortress are made of stones from the Sunset Mountains. The surface may become hot for a moment under the roasting of the fireplace, but the heart is always cold and unchanged for thousands of years. This coldness, even the red flame from hell, cannot change it, let alone just the hands of a beautiful woman in the mortal world.
Marquis Bougemana took her fingers from the wall, feeling a little cold and a little painful. She turned her head and smiled at Gresham, and said, "He wants to talk from me, he is still wary, and I can be sure that this kid from the Hall family is a smart man. What are the rumors in the capital? Why do I see it now completely different from what I have heard before?"
"I don't know, I'm also very strange. A playboy is not only an alchemist for the children of a scattered and useless nobles, but also falls with them. How could such a person become a priest when he arrives at the Bingfeng Fortress? Grandma, I also want to ask, are the news about Tawugang City true?"
The Marquis frowned and said nothing. It was at this time that the wrinkles brought by time had slowly climbed up to the corners of her eyes and lips. The power of time was only covered up under her youthful appearance. Not only had she never stayed away, but she also struggled to reveal her true body. However, when she opened her eyes again and emitted a sharp look, the truth was covered up again.
"There is something wrong with this Fitch," said the Marquis of the Marquis. "The Hall family must be playing a big game of chess. Feich is their important piece. The resources controlled by the Royal Earl and the Templars are far more than our lame marquis. Today, Feich shows far more abilities than a playboy. How old is he this year? He should be three years younger than you, 18? But I think he is more than thirty."
I have to say that Marquis Boggy Mara's intuition is still very accurate. Feichi, or Yan Rui, was already over twenty when he came to this world. Although he was usually a technical maniac, his brain was mature in advance, and it would take a few more years to become more than thirty.
"His idea is not a playboy, but a nobleman who thinks about interests. Earl Hall must have specially trained him, both knowledge and techniques, but he has no experience. Well, that makes sense." Mrs. Boggymana pieced together an explanation on her own, and then strengthened it herself: "I understand now why many girls were deceived by him. If he hadn't been a little anxious, and had revealed traces at the last moment, I felt familiar with vigilance, and I hadn't thought of these..."
"What did he say?" It seemed that the girl was stimulated by his deceiving words. Gresham felt a little hot. The temperature of the fireplace made the alcohol in his body rise, and his throat suddenly became like a stone that was broken by the sun. The damp clothes were tightly pressed against the skin, as if they were about to squeeze out the last moisture in his body. He pulled the collar, walked to the window, and then the night wind leaking in the gap cooled down.
"Take a deep breath, don't forget to meditate, don't forget to pray. Only under the protection of the goddess can we obtain peace of mind, and you must always remember this." The Marquis sighed, and watched Gresham blow the cold wind for a while before he said quietly: "In this regard, you are already behind Feichi. He has become the Atonement Confession of the Goddess of Truth, and you are still just a Paladin. Although you become the inspector and have higher position than him, in the favor of the goddess, can ordinary Paladins compare with the Atonement Confession of the Paladin? In your heart, the goddess has not been put first."
"I get it." Gresham replied in a stiff tone.
"Being a confessor of the atonement must have listened to many secrets, which is a great advantage for him. The goddess also gave him a little angel, a glowing ball, and transparent wings... Do you know what that is?"
"That's the Angel of Light." Gresham browed and squeezed together: "Grandma, are you sure you're right?"
"Of course I can't read it wrong. And don't believe it. Feich does have a very strange power that makes you want to talk to him. I..." The Marquis wandered in the memories and said, "I think he is very close, a sense of familiarity and dependence that seems familiar, but at the same time he has a little fear, just like... it's like meeting a relative and elder. This is so strange that I almost got lost, and then told him everything."
"Have you said it?"
"I almost said it!" Marquis Bourgemana shook his head, not just for his grandson, but also for Feige. "The more I think about it, the more I feel that the boy is a little weird. Although from his expression, the Hall family... no, now I can't come to any useful conclusions. Damn, this boy confused me! Let me think about it quietly."
The young inspector stood up and said goodbye to leave, and he also felt that he needed to think calmly. However, when he reached the door, the Marquis called him.
"If something happens tomorrow, such as an accident, you have to deal with it on the spot."
"No, don't have any surprises tomorrow, just let him win." Gresham shook his head and turned around. He tidied up the collar and tied the open space back tightly. The redness generated by the alcohol on his face faded away, and the majesty of the Paladin emerged.
The Marquis looked at him, feeling relieved and distressed. "Then I will make arrangements."
"Don't make arrangements, and don't be surprised." Gresham refused awkwardly: "Grandma, you have done a lot for the family, but please don't make arrangements anymore. You arranged for me to join the church and become a paladin, and you arranged for my marriage, which is enough. Just let me walk the next path myself."
"Are you not satisfied with my arrangement?"
"If I can know and express my opinions before arrangement, then I can say I am satisfied or dissatisfied." The Paladin shook his head: "The inspection is just a routine work. I originally wanted to take this opportunity to make Fitch look ugly, and there was no other meaning. He was very smart and immediately took advantage of the issue to turn the whole thing into a favorable situation for him, and you somehow helped him. I probably understood that outside the rules of the church, he was too flexible, as cunning as a fox, and as slippery as a loach. However, the provisions and regulations in the church will make both of us restrict our hands and feet, "same" restrict our hands, which is fair and favorable. Moreover, my opponents are the lords of the model leaders, not him."
"It seems you are still not satisfied. Forget it, just remember that everything I do is to keep the family. Every decision, even every accident, is doing this."
Gresham hammered his chest and said with a gaze: "I should bear the responsibility for protecting the family. Moreover, our family has not provoked trouble, and there are no big enemies. Why do we always use the word "saving"? Grandma, is there something wrong? Is there anyone going to deal with us? Earl Hall and the others?"
"No, no, don't worry. Why do you want to become a confessor? "Marquis de Boggymana waved his hand, looking weak: "Let's go, let me be alone. And you must always remember that only the goddess can protect our family."
"Since only the goddess can protect you, don't make any accidents in the goddess' territory. I gradually understand this truth, and I hope you can understand it too, grandma. I will leave now and you have a good rest."
After the Paladin inspector left, Boggy Mana gently stroked her face and muttered to herself: "Earl Hall? What is it compared to it?" Suddenly, she felt that her fingers were wrapped around her. She took it to her eyes and saw that in her pale and dry hair, there was an old and wrinkled human skin stained with blood. She screamed, but she pinched her back hard in her throat. She stumbled in panic, and flew out a mirror from her luggage, and placed it in front of her face tremblingly.
The woman in the mirror is still very beautiful, without any skin damage or hair loss, but what happened to her hair and skin just now? Brookemana looked back and looked, but she couldn't find the thing that scared her just now.
"No, no! That devil, that devil..." The Marquis's body was chilling, his hands were tightly tucked together, as if the pain could slowly return her reason. "The devil was still chasing me, even in this goddess' territory. How could he... wait, if it could have an impact here."
She walked to the window. Not far away, the oil lamps and lights from the castle windows gradually went out, and the Paladins fell asleep. She liked to be alone, no one would appreciate her face, and no one had the chance to see the fear that could never stop under her appearance.
After thinking for a while, she bit her lips tightly, made up her mind, and put on her clothes and left the room. After a while, she left from Tsez's place, and did not return, but came downstairs to the tower and entered the small room next to the kitchen in the dark. While chatting with Fitch, she found that it was good here: no one came to disturb her, and she could make an excuse to be looking for something to eat at any time.
She sorted out her slightly sloppy clothes, but shook her head with self-deprecatingness. Since she decided to face the devil again, what is the point of tidying up her clothes? What does it not know and what can't do?
Forty-eight years ago, when she was still in her prime, she made a deal with the devil. Forty-eight years later, she raised the courage to see the devil again. Forty-eight years ago, she felt that she lacked a lot, but more things that should belong to her; forty-eight years later, she found that losing was actually the same pain as not getting it.
"This time I'm not for myself, but for my family. As long as Gresham can go well, everyone will be protected."
Brookemana has her own set of logic, and she is not lacking in the courage and determination to sacrifice herself now. In a small storage room in the Ice Peak Fortress in the Sunset Mountains, the ceremony of summoning the Fork Road Demon began.
Although I haven't done this for forty-eight years, and although I have only held a ceremony once before, the Marquis of Bougemana found that she had not forgotten any details, just as she had just practiced yesterday.
Feiqi woke up suddenly and sat up straight from the bed. "Uh... what does this feel like? It's not a dream, it seems that someone is really calling my name."
After thinking carefully for a while, he found that the name was not called "historical", but the fork-way demon. "Someone is summoning the devil? What will happen if he doesn't go? What will happen if he goes? And, if he wants to go, how should he go?"
In order to figure out this problem, he had to go to hell and ask the fork in person the demon.
So he put on his clothes, ran up the tower, and entered the meditation room.
Chapter completed!