"Teacher, what happened to her?"
Xia looked at the direction where the golden elf went away, and a trace of doubt arose in his heart.
Over the past ten years, Xia felt that he was a bit like the athlete in his previous life, constantly settling down and settling down.
Therefore, ten years later, even Char himself was somewhat unsure of how far he had come.
After all, in the ashes of the Fantasy Belt, Char couldn't find anything to serve as a reference for his own strength.
The only person I spar with on weekdays is Xiao Ai.
The problem is that she is his own concubine, so the exchange is just limited to exchange.
Whether it was Char or Airola herself, it was impossible for them to truly use their full strength against each other.
If Airola had to release the Holy Spear on Char, she would rather point the spear at herself.
...
...
"But at the moment... it seems that there is still some gap between me and the teacher."
Char turned on the faucet in the sink and washed the tea set that he had used to entertain his master. He then sorted the washed items and arranged them in the closet.
He knew very well that the one who had just descended into the fantasy zone was just Hathaway's astral incarnation.
However, he still couldn't see clearly.
This golden elf, who is far older than any of the eight pages in the Black Tower and bears the name of "Eternity", represents a meaning far more mysterious than titles like "Throne" and "Golden Scourge".
However, this was actually within his expectations.
Char has always had a clear understanding of his own talents.
His mental talent is outstanding, coupled with the experience and knowledge of a time traveler, as well as the assistance of the system, he is definitely an outstanding existence in the Western Continent.
However, it is somewhat unrealistic to expect to completely surpass one's own master by relying solely on ten years of accumulation.
After all, as a member of the golden race of high elves, Hathaway naturally has no shortage of talent. Moreover, judging from the current clues, her master is an antique who has existed since the First Age.
How old is he exactly... Just thinking about it seems a bit too rude.
I just don’t know why a teacher like that could almost fall down when walking out of the door.
This is quite incredible for any legend.
"It seems that for my future position as a family brother, I still have to continue working hard."
Xia couldn't help but shake his head.
He walked upstairs and followed the stairs to the second floor.
He came to the outside of the tightly closed meditation room and then pushed the door open.
In the spacious training room, the girl was sitting with her eyes closed. The faint sunlight shone through the glass window onto her long light golden hair, reflecting a luster like colored glass.
The glorious knight's spear was suspended in mid-air, emitting silver-like light.
The moment Char pushed the door open, the lance subconsciously turned and pointed directly at Char, with a fierce aura emanating from it.
But then, the moment it sensed Char's breath, the sharp spear intent disappeared, and the tip of the spear drooped slightly.
Xia smiled, walked to Airola's side, and also sat down cross-legged.
Then, he interlocked his fingers and held the girl's soft and boneless little hand.
Like Char, Airola has not changed much in the past ten years.
The contract of the Holy Spear did not seem to play much of a role. Ten years later, although Xiao Ai's figure was slightly better than the original steel plate and airport, it was at best only twice the level of "Looking at the Landscape of Dongting Lake from a Distance".
Even though Xiao Ai planted a hill full of papaya fields and drank a cup of papaya stewed with milk every morning, noon and evening for ten years, it was of no use.
So this matter became her obsession, and she could only make up for her inferiority complex about her figure by working twice as hard at night.
At the same time, it also led to Char's happy sex life over the past ten years.
Teacher's uniform, maid uniform, nurse uniform...they are all in different styles.
Fortunately, in order to be prepared, Char had stored a large number of alchemical potion synthesis formulas in Yui's knowledge base, as well as a considerable number of plant seeds and herb seeds sealed in magic circles as backup.
Otherwise, the little bit of alchemical secret medicine that I brought with me wouldn't be enough to last through the consumption over the past ten years.
"The teacher just came here, and the historical turbulence around the fragments of the Fantasy Belt has become stable."
"In a few days, we will be able to get out of the Fantasy Belt fragments."
Char held the girl's hand, feeling the warmth between her fingers, and whispered softly in Airola's ear.
He felt the soft and boneless little hand tighten slightly, so he chuckled again and said, "Don't worry, I will always be with you and will not leave the Garden of Eden until you release the last restraint of the Holy Spear."
Char used his other hand to stroke the long light golden hair, tying the soft hair into a knot between his fingers and then letting it loose.
He knew that Xiao Ai, who had entered a meditative state, was not in a position to answer, but she could hear him speak.
"Since we came in together, we have to go out together."
After hearing what Char said, the little hand that was tightly clasping Char's palm loosened slightly.
"I've put the food and water in the incubator at the door. You can eat anytime after you finish meditating."
"I will also need to meditate for a while, but I will let Yui monitor the situation in the Garden of Eden at all times. If there is any change, Yui will notify me at any time through the soul contract."
After saying all this, Xia Ya touched the head of the blonde girl beside him, stood up and prepared to leave.
However, just as Char stood up and walked towards the door of the training room, he felt a resistance coming from between his clothes.
The tiny mini holy spear had changed direction at some point and hooked onto the corner of his clothes.
Looking at the holy spear that was lingering on the corner of his clothes, Char couldn't help but smile.
"I know."
He leaned down and embraced the soft body in front of him.
Then, he kissed the girl on the lips.
…
After ten minutes of lingering.
Xia just appeared in the bathroom again.
"Sure enough, this is my eternal home."
Char looked at the familiar bathroom and ceiling in front of him and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
However, this time he was not heading to the remnants of history, but to the coordinates indicated on the invitation letter of the Golden Dawn.
A black fog world similar to the fantasy zone where he is at the moment, which is also independent of time and space, and even above history.
His mind moved slightly, and a pocket watch appeared in his palm.
Char looked at the hands on the pocket watch, silently calculating the time corresponding to the current time node in his mind.
Immediately following.
He heard several unreal and hazy prayers in his ears.
Char's mind moved slightly, and he was about to take action.
But the next moment, his mind paused slightly.
In the spiritual body that took shape in the spiritual ocean, Xia Ya clearly sensed a familiar breath.
"Suren"
…
Western Continent, the capital of the Holy Church.
Florence, the capital of summer flowers, the holy court of morning light.
The black-haired Saint of Dawn was sitting in her room, playing with a small doll in her hand and writing something with a pen.
The magic lamp emitted a soft glow, illuminating the files in front of it.
What was recorded therein was the punishment measures discussed by the highest echelons of the Church of the Dawn against Histalia Borgia, the former Favored One of the Dawn.
"Dissolve the alliance with the Borgia family, and revoke Histalia's status as a favored one, downgrading her to an ordinary member of the church?"
"That's not enough."
A hint of coldness flashed across Su Lun's eyes.
"Someone, in order to highlight his image as a righteous partner, has to use the reason that the ignorant are innocent to demonstrate his magnanimity." "But I am different."
"Who made me such a mean and vindictive bad woman..."
She turned her slender wrist slightly, erasing the files on which she had previously made the decision.
The Saint of Dawn is not only a symbol of the entire Dawn Church to the outside world, but also a candidate for the next high priest.
Even though she had not yet truly become the high priest, her identity as the Saint of the Dawn was enough to make Su Lun's say within the Holy Court of Florence second only to the high priest, cardinal and a few others.
Even if it is a decision made by the highest-level jury, she still has room to intervene.
"Directly expel her from the Dawn Church... But if that's all, she will be out of the Church's sphere of influence. With Histalia's own strength and the remaining power of the Borgia family, she can still live a good life."
The pen of the Saint of Dawn paused for a moment, and then she began to rewrite.
"You will retain your status as a member of the Church, but as punishment, you will need to go to the outskirts of the Desolate Mountains and serve as a grassroots pastor in the newly opened branch church in the mining town."
"After all, I'm not a demon..."
She chuckled. “Although being a priest in a mining town is a bit hard, at least I still have connections with the Church, and there’s even a glimmer of an opportunity to become a God-favored person again.”
"Whether it's for the sake of reviving the family or for some other reason... I'm sure Miss Histalia won't refuse."
jingle--
Beside the desk, a crystal like a warning light suddenly flashed.
Su Lun's actions also paused.
She reached out and snapped her fingers.
The next moment, the sounds of gears and mechanisms turning rang out one after another.
The boy-like doll, the pillow, and even the books on the bookshelf with someone's name on them were all hidden by the mechanical mechanism.
It disappeared into the secondary plane and subspace used for storage, leaving only its original appearance.
It is sacred and clean, filled with crosses, silver statues, clean water and other religious items that a believer's home should have.
After doing all this, Su Lun straightened his clothes.
It was not until then that the sound of light footsteps was heard in the distant corridor.
Su Lun pushed the door open and walked out.
In the corridor outside the door was an old woman in rich clothes, with gray hair and a crimson church vestment.
Cardinal Auriel.
Unlike the cardinals assigned to other Order faction countries, they manage the affairs of the Vatican within all borders.
Auriel is one of those cardinals who stays at the headquarters of the Holy See and holds a high position.
"Your Majesty, Bishop Auriel, I didn't expect to meet you just when I left the house."
A look of joy appeared on Su Lun's pretty face.
"Are you on duty at the Holy Court today? Why didn't you inform me in advance when you came to see me? So that I could come to you directly."
"It's not about guard duty. I came to you today for something more important."
Looking at Su Lun in front of her, a hint of satisfaction flashed across the old woman's face.
She looked at the saint in front of her with a scrutinizing gaze, the rings on her fingers flickered, and a light golden barrier appeared silently.
Su Lun's beautiful eyes moved slightly, and she realized that this was a divine barrier used to isolate sounds and movements and hinder the spread of information.
She herself loves to use this type of props. When Lugia and Char met privately in the Knowledge City, she used it to eat secretly in the room.
The only difference is that the methods she and Char used were both activated by magical technology, while Auriel in front of her used divine arts.
After doing all this, Auriel looked at Su Lun.
"You have passed the test to join the Golden Dawn..."
"I came to you today to guide you to participate in our secret meeting."
"Did you pass the test?"
Su Lun revealed a look of surprise and joy at the right time.
"I thought people like me could only start as reserve members."
"Originally, that is indeed the case."
Auriel looked down at the girl in front of him and spoke softly.
"After all, the secret gatherings of the Golden Dawn have always adhered to the principle of preferring to have nothing rather than something less than perfect."
"Those who are qualified to become a member of the Golden Dawn and truly join it are all, without exception, senior figures among the legends, or simply beings who have embarked on the path to becoming a god."
"With your current strength, only after a long probation period will you have the opportunity to become a member of the Golden Dawn at the moment of truly entering the legendary stage."
"But, Su Lun, you are lucky."
Auriel smiled and spoke.
"Because of your special identity as the Saint of Dawn..."
"In addition, you and Xia Egut had a friendship several years ago."
"We decided to make this special case for you."
When Su Lun heard the name Xia Egut, he couldn't help but pinch the soft flesh in the palm of his hand with his index finger.
But on the surface, the Saint of the Dawn revealed an expression of confusion and a hint of disgust.
"He and I did have some friendship in the past, but now we are far apart and will never cross paths again."
"Besides, he is clearly still having affairs with the witch in the White Tower and many other women. He has probably forgotten my existence long ago."
"The most important thing is... according to the rumors in the Western Continent, isn't Xia Egut already dead?"
Auriel had been examining Su Lun in front of him from beginning to end. Hearing this, he nodded slightly.
"That's just a rumor among other people."
"However, as members of the Golden Dawn, we naturally know that he himself is not dead."
"After all, he was personally chosen by the eighth god..."
The eighth god?
As the Saint of the Dawn, Su Lun naturally knew very well that in the doctrines and scriptures of the Dawn Church, there were only the names of seven true gods from beginning to end.
That was why, when Auriel opened her mouth, she was extremely eager to know what the other person was saying.
The point is not whether he is the eighth or eighth God of the Dawn, but because the other party seems to have a great connection with Char.
but--
Tick.
The sound of a clock interrupted Oriel's statement.
The old woman raised her wrist to look at her watch, and no longer continued the previous topic, but looked directly at Su Lun in front of her.
"The time is almost up."
"Let me guide you to the secret gatherings of the Golden Dawn."
"Remember, your identity as the Saint of Dawn does not mean much to those beings."
“Talk less, listen more.”
“If a participant asks you a question, answer it truthfully.”
As soon as Auriel finished speaking, he gently waved the scepter in his hand.
The next moment, Su Lun felt a black mist covering his eyes.
When she opened her eyes again, what she saw was an antique bronze table.
And above the long bronze table shrouded in black mist, she seemed to see a throne woven from golden branches.
On the throne formed by branches, a figure appeared and disappeared.
But as Su Lun blinked, the throne and the figure on it were covered by black fog and disappeared, just like an illusion.
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