The Holy King interrogated him for three hours, until the sun set, and the moon was on the top of the moon, and Cantona stood outside the door like a statue, looking at the sky at a forty-five degree angle, in fact, it was not the sky that attracted him, but his mind was always surrounded by a person, who was the dragon rain who had departed peacefully.
"That's all" The Holy King's face was gloomy, and his tone was not very good, and Ciri's face was not too good, and he replied in a muffled voice.
"How could he let you back?"
the Holy King never understood, even though Ciri had already answered him several times with good reasons.
"Brother Wang, do you not believe me, or do you not believe your own ears."
Ciri's eyebrows furrowed, this pampered prince was the younger brother of the Holy King, and it was the first time since he had grown up to be questioned like this.
"How is the thing I asked you to do" The Holy King suddenly asked, Ciri was stunned for a moment, and only returned after a while: "It's done."
"I know," the Holy King slapped the table angrily, "and I am not to blame," Ciri said as he stood up and curled his neck.
"Don't blame you, who is to blame" The Holy King was already angry to the limit, looking at this posture, it seemed that Ciri was not satisfied with the answer, and he was going to beat him immediately.
"Strange palace nine pills, it's the ceremony he presides."
Ciri didn't hesitate to put the fault on Miyakumaru's body.
"It's true that the ceremony is his abbot's, but I'll leave all this to you, don't tell me, you don't have any responsibility at all" The Holy King said angrily, glaring at Ciri with his eyes.
"Shamanism has disappeared for so long, where do I know what the mystery of their ritual is, perhaps, this ritual is fake at all, then what kind of palace nine pills are a liar" Ciri roared with a gloomy face, watching Ciri get angry, the anger of the Holy King subsided, he was carefully observing the demeanor of this younger brother, and finally, he was sure that the person in front of him was indeed his younger brother.
Appearance can be imitated, voice can be imitated, but the character is always the same that cannot be imitated, only his younger brother will have such inertial thinking, once he makes a mistake, he will not hesitate to attribute the mistake to the people around him, and then defend himself with a detached attitude, such a mode of thinking, imitation is simply not imitated.
Of course, the Holy King knew that things were wrong, because Gong Jiumaru would come back several days earlier than Ciri, and the reason why he interrogated him like this was just to verify whether the person in front of him was his younger brother, "Okay, I know everything, don't be angry, since you are back, you can rest for a few days, and your mother is still waiting for you."
The Holy King's expression suddenly softened, and Ciri snorted coldly and did not answer.
The Holy King said no more, opened the door and walked out, Cantona glanced back, and quickly followed behind the Holy King.
"Your Majesty, what now" Cantona asked the Holy King, who was silent for a long time with a cold face, standing on top of the highest astrological tower in the palace with his hands behind his back, his eyes looking at the stars and the purple moon in the sky.
"What to do" The Holy King came back to his senses and asked blankly, "What should Darcy do with it, is it just like this" Cantona asked, the Holy King's eyebrows furrowed slightly, if someone else asked him like this, he was afraid that he would have already been beaten out by his thunderous anger, but now it was Cantona who was asking, and he was the only person he could trust in this country.
"Let's leave it at that."
The Holy King sighed, the shocking secret that Gong Jiumaru poked out was pierced by Amster's own hands, originally Long Yu had confirmed the identity of a human being, but Amster was a guarantee that Long Yu was a pure-blooded high elf, and made a guarantee as Amster, the Holy King naturally would not have any doubts about Long Yu's identity, and what the Holy King was really worried about was whether Long Yu had seen the shadow crystal ball.
If he passes on the contents inside, it will be the biggest threat to himself, but the problem at hand is that Miyakumaru said that the crystal ball was lost, but Ciri took the crystal ball back, and the truth of this is not clear at all, and the Holy King can't conclude that this crystal ball was sent back by Long Yu, or Ciri managed to get it back, or according to Ciri, this thing has never been lost.
"Your Majesty."
Cantona shouted, and the Holy King sighed in one breath, and he lost his mind directly.
"Well, let's do this first, the Holy Light Festival has been pressed for several days, and it can't be delayed anymore, you send an order to the Dongwei Mansion and let them start it, and be sure to reopen the Holy Light Festival the day after tomorrow."
The Saint King put away the doubts and sorrows on his face, and the majesty on his face shook Cantona's spirit.
"Yes," Cantona stomped his heel.
"Filina, don't you have anything to tell me?"
Amst, dressed in a crisp white robe and fiddling with two crystal bottles, asked softly.
Wearing a priest's robe and gloves, Filina kept fiddling with several bottles of liquid on a table, and when she heard Amst's question, she reacted for a long time, and glanced at Amst in a panic, Filina lowered her head and said, "Teacher, I don't have anything to say." ” "Oh" Amst put down the bottle in his hand and looked at Filina, there were only four people in this small magic laboratory, Amster, Filina, and the two senior priests who had made a difference.
"You go out first."
Amster is always so gentle, the two priests nodded, and Shi Shiran retreated.
"Did you know that it's dangerous for you to do this?"
Amst walked up to Filina and stroked Filina's head, "Teacher" Firina was shocked, she knew that Amst must have known something when she said this, "Don't be afraid, my disciple."
A white light erupted from Amster's hand, and white light poured over Filina's head.
Filina only felt that her body was bathed in warm sunlight, and her nervous heart calmed down uncontrollably, and even her slightly trembling arms calmed down, and when she looked at Amst again, she was not as scared and panicked as before.
"Filina, how long have you been following me" Amster's eyes showed a soft light, like an elder looking at a beloved junior, Filina raised her head slightly, and thought for a long time before returning: "Teacher, it's been sixteen years."
"Oh, it's been sixteen years, and when I brought you back, it was only so high."
Amster smiled and gestured.
Filina's nose was sour, she looked at Amster, and couldn't help but shed tears, "Teacher, I'm sorry for you" Filina knelt on the ground, she could feel how sincere Amster was when she said this, standing in front of her was the teacher who had raised her for sixteen years, but she frequently betrayed the temple.
"Get up, my disciple."
Amster smiled and took Filina, "Every girl has a shining heart, and this heart, after all, belongs to a prince, once the prince appears, the girl will give him her most precious heart, and at that time, all she has in her eyes and heart is that prince."
Amst reached out and wiped the tears from Filina's eyes with a flick.
"So, the teacher doesn't blame you, Filina, you have grown up, you have the right to choose to give your heart to the prince, the teacher will not interfere with this, but your heart can't be given to a dangerous person, in that case, all the teacher's care and protection for you will be necessary, do you know" Amst put away his smile and said with a little seriousness.
"I know."
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Filina nodded, she only felt infinite guilt, when she was trying to help a human with her head covered, but she didn't think that by doing so, she had actually pulled the temple in.
"Whether he is a member of the clan or a human being, you must not associate with him in the future, and if he brings you any more danger, the teacher may choose another way."
Amst said very implicitly, but how could Filina not understand, when it comes to this matter, in Amster's identity, it can be said that he is benevolent and righteous, whether it is the grace of nurturing or the grace of teaching, he can no longer live up to him, besides, the person he cares about does not care about himself so much.
"Teacher, I promise you that I will not have any more dealings with him in the future."
Filina took a deep breath and said through gritted teeth.
"If you understand, let's go down first."
Amst nodded in relief and watched as Filina walked out of the lab door.
"Master, according to the canon, she is already an apostate," said a black crow flew into the window of the laboratory, and the crow landed on the lampstand, opening its mouth.
"Domus, who is in charge of this temple" The Holy King smiled and looked at the crow, who shook his wings and actually stroked his chest, "Of course it's you, my esteemed Master" With a "pop" sound, a finger-thick lightning bolt struck the top of the crow's head, and a smell of burnt incense came, and after a while, the crow that fell to the ground turned into a cloud of black smoke and turned into an old man with a bald head of more than half of his head.
The old man was very embarrassed, the only remaining ring of hair around his head had curled, there were a few scabbed wounds on his face, and there was mist all over his body, "The next time you speak, you should also anticipate the consequences" Amster's face changed, cold and a little scary, and the old man of the Mediterranean nodded resignedly.
"Tell me, I've heard something," Amster sat down, "The Holy King has contacted the Shamans and secretly performed a mysterious ritual, but as far as our eyes can tell, the ritual seems to have failed.
The bald old man whispered.
It seems that my guess is right, and His Majesty wants to break with us completely.
A few cold flashes flashed in Amster's eyes.
"The sect leader doesn't have to care, I think the shamanism has been extinct for a long time, even if His Majesty finds a few remnants, it won't matter, as long as we can mobilize the Holy King to send troops, when the time comes, everything will still be in the hands of the sect leader."
The bald old man hurriedly flattered.
"You don't know how powerful shamanism is, if it weren't for them offending the elven gods, how could we be now."
Amster glanced at the bald old man and said dissatisfiedly
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