It was covered with calluses from years of farm work.
She gently picked up the ear of wheat, and although her eyes were blindfolded, she seemed to be able to "see" the golden ear of wheat shining in her hand.
In this warm light, her arms were also surrounded by golden radiance, as if enveloped by divine power.
After a long while, the nun placed the wheat ears back on the golden platform.
As if she had seen something, she spoke slowly, her voice filled with solemnity and reverence:
"The great Earl sacrificed his life for the prosperity of Shulburn."
"His sacrifice will ensure that Shulburne will live on forever."
From this day forward, Shulburn will be a land truly blessed by the goddess of abundance.
The nuns below the stage bowed in unison, their movements perfectly synchronized and full of respect.
The nun turned around, placed her hands gracefully on her lower abdomen, faced the crowd, and spoke softly:
"When a lord dies, his or her sons will be given priority to succeed him."
"Let's go, we should get involved in this matter."
She walked on by herself, and whenever she passed through the golden corridor, the nuns would follow behind her.
As they reached the door, the nuns behind them lined up in a row.
The door opened, and the blazing sun cast golden rays, while tender shoots, symbols of life, sprouted all over the ground.
The nun, her eyes veiled with a thin gauze, slowly raised her head, gazed at the sky, and murmured softly to the crimson sun:
"goddess."
"What kind of being could bring your loving-kindness back?"
...
Autumn leaves fluttered in the air, their crimson and orange hues intertwining, shimmering with the light of life under the sun.
The golden wheat fields shimmered slowly in the sunlight.
Countless nobles stood there, stunned.
They didn't even realize that the soul fire within them had vanished, and they had returned to their original state.
He wore a lead-colored robe, and the wrinkles on his face and his cloudy eyes were even more pronounced in the sunlight.
Feeling the abundant life force, gazing at the undulating waves of wheat, yet unable to see the end of the field.
Only Aurelion stood still, raised her head, and looked up at the sky.
Aurelion clearly sensed that she had gained the power of the necromancer.
Beneath that magic, there are two souls.
They tangled together, and then scattered with the wind.
This time, she was not afraid of the two dead souls.
I just feel a nameless sadness in my heart.
Suddenly, the demi-humans let out a long howl in unison.
The demi-humans with deer ears and leopard ears began to stride forward.
Lightly stepping over the sand and dust, carefully avoiding the tender green buds.
We moved gracefully and lightly through the golden wheat fields.
Only two Khajiit remained to guard Aurelion's sides, dutifully protecting her.
The knights of the knightly order all dismounted and stood at the front of the procession, bowing in unison to Victor as a sign of absolute respect.
At that moment, Victor stood in the wheat field.
As the wheat swayed, his mottled silhouette seemed to be submerged in golden light, feeling the dance of the wind.
it's all over.
Victor lowered his head and looked at his level:
lv50——
In less than half a year, he jumped from the third rank to the fifth rank. No one would believe that he did it.
But Victor doesn't care whether others believe it or not.
Looking ahead in the shimmering golden light, a wheat field seemed to have been flattened, sinking into the golden waves.
That's Priscilla.
At this moment, the girl's legs are bent and pressed against the flattened ears of wheat.
She struggled to sit up, supporting her upper body with her arms.
A warm blush spread across her delicate face, and a flush of blood also appeared beneath her fair skin.
This time, Priscilla re-entered her original body.
She will never again be driven mad by her epilepsy.
Because, right now, she is the most perfect vampire.
However……
She sat amidst the swaying wheat, weeping silently.
Her grievances, tinged with the sorrow of falling autumn leaves and scattering wheat ears, traveled far, far away.
In the end, Priscilla finally understood her parents' purpose.
However, she was powerless to change it.
At this moment, everyone finally saw Priscilla, who was bathed in golden light, as she faced the sunlight.
One of the nobles, upon seeing Priscilla, his eyes bloodshot, roared in fury:
"Why is that monster's daughter still alive...?"
Before he could finish speaking, a chill, like a northern wind, swept over him, making him shiver and goosebumps spread all over his body.
He turned around shakily, only to find Viktor's extremely cold obsidian eyes looking at him.
His sharp aura interrupted him as he was about to speak.
A calm voice rang out softly, but to the nobleman it was deafening:
Mind your own business.
He turned away dejectedly, shrinking his neck.
He had only ever felt such an aura from Grand Duke Barlow.
But now.
When they truly felt Victor's power.
In the hearts of these royal nobles, Victor was someone they all respected.
Even so, everyone remained silent.
They simply watched quietly as Priscilla wept silently, their discontent expressed in words.
The golden waves of wheat rippled and rustled, filling everyone's ears.
Suddenly, a cry of surprise shattered the tranquility.
"Where is August? King August has disappeared!"
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