Chapter 467: Different Opinions
Fate is always full of coincidences. Sometimes the more you worry about something, the more likely it is to happen.
Carrying the joy of victory and the anticipation of sharing this joy, Irene and Kallen, riding their horses, arrived in front of Luo Yan almost at the same time.
However, the moment they saw each other, their joy that was beyond words was restrained at the same time.
That is the intuition of the "Chosen One".
Two invisible blades collided in the air, as if creating invisible sparks.
The war horses under their crotches all slowed down their pace and neighed slightly, as if they felt the pressure of the strong from the silent words.
That's the horse's intuition.
"Eh? Demon Lord, why are your shoulders shaking too—"
'Youyou, shut up.'
"Wuwu..."
shake?
Does not exist.
At this moment, Luo Yan still had a calm expression, and the smile on his face was like the sunshine after the clouds and fog had dissipated. He would never sweat profusely because of such a small scene.
Facts have proved that even the gods who dominate karma cannot resist the cause and effect of the mortal world.
Once you put on a vest, it is destined to fall off one day; it is just a matter of time.
"Colin, are you okay? I was so worried about you just now... What happened?"
It was Irene who broke the silence first.
Her voice was so gentle that Luo Yan almost didn't realize it was her who was speaking.
Irene jumped off the horse cleanly and neatly.
She put the Light of Legend back to her waist, settled her warhorse, and strode to Colin with an "invulnerable" posture.
Whether it is fighting or "combat", she belongs to the category of "striking first".
Those emerald green eyes that always sparkled with determination were now overflowing with tenderness and dependence.
That's a side of him that only shows up in front of someone.
In front of outsiders, she is always Campbell's hero, but only in front of the "God" who is soft-hearted towards her, she will become that carefree girl.
This is actually not quite accurate.
Luo Yan is actually often "soft-hearted". Even when Thanos betrayed him once, he just let him go with a smile.
"I am fine--"
Before he finished speaking, Kallen, who never interrupted him, suddenly interrupted him for the first time.
"Miss Irene Campbell, if you will allow me to speak."
Kallen dismounted and walked to Irene's side. She glanced at Colin with soft eyes, then looked at Irene again. Her kind eyes remained unchanged, but she restrained her unnecessary admiration.
"Mr. Colin has just defeated Chaos' Chosen One. What he needs most now is rest, not questioning."
"Question?" Irene panicked for a moment and quickly replied, "I didn't mean that. I just care—"
"If you really care about him, you should let him breathe first."
Although she said so, Kallen had no intention of giving Colin a break.
Taking advantage of Miss Irene's panic, she stepped forward, clasped her hands together naturally, and held his hand.
"Your Highness, seeing that you are safe and sound, my heart is finally at ease."
Those pure and flawless eyes seemed to be tempting that bony hand to move one step forward and feel that pious and hot heartbeat up close.
This was also the first time for Kallen to do such a bold thing.
That rosy face is like an apple in October, so ripe that it is about to fall from the branch.
But she has no regrets.
Even if it's for the sake of the people of Dusk Province, she will represent them and keep this merciful Son of God for this desperate land!
The more pious a person is, the more likely he is to deceive himself.
Kallen had obviously forgotten that she was not from Ryan at all, but from Rhodes, who came from further north.
Even though they were a few inches apart, Luo Yan could still feel the heartbeat coming from across the air.
But it was obvious that someone had a faster heartbeat and higher blood pressure than her.
“…What are you doing!?”
Irene spoke incoherently, her ears red as if they were a steam boiler, and she wished she could rush forward and chop off the tightly clasped fingers with a sword.
This is...what a blasphemy!
How could someone who wasn't engaged be so shameless as to grab the hand of someone of the opposite sex?!
That was clearly not a polite handshake.
She thought that her elegance would put this country girl from nowhere to shame, but unexpectedly, instead of backing down, she actually took Mr. Colin's virginity right in front of her...
etc.
Irene suddenly realized something, her face turned pale, and she fell into deeper reverie.
Mr. Colin did not shake off the woman's hand.
Could it be...
He's actually good at it?!
Her emerald green eyes were tinged with sadness, her lips trembled slightly, and she was unable to speak.
That kind of thing—
No! !
Xiao Chunv always likes to think about things, so Luo Yan doesn't need to guess to know what Irene misunderstood.
Seeing through the cunning hidden behind the innocent eyes, he sighed softly, his voice carrying a hint of majesty.
"Karen."
Hearing the displeasure in the voice, Kallen realized that her joke had gone a bit too far, so she lowered her head in apology and obediently opened her clasped hands.
"I'm sorry, Your Highness. I'm just so excited to see you again... I beg your pardon."
Her apology was not very sincere, otherwise she would not have deliberately used such a misleading statement.
However, she was justified.
After all, who wants the other party to provoke first?
The gods may not be able to see the little thoughts of mortals, but she can see them clearly.
Although the Ryan people of Dusk Province are a little poor, their determination and piety will never be inferior to the Campbell people who are as cunning as foxes!
At this moment, the people of Ryan did not know that they were once again represented by a cunning little fox.
Blame, punishment? !
The moment she heard these words, Irene's shoulders shook slightly again, as if an arrow had hit her heart.
The armor blessed by God could block the arrows on the battlefield, but it could not block the arrows from her mind.
She thought of the chivalric novels that Theresa had buried in the deepest part of her bookshelf. Although she had not punished anyone, the knowledgeable bards had described the process in detail.
No……
His Highness Colin is definitely not that kind of person!
But……
Seeing Irene's increasingly pale face, Luo Yan couldn't help but worry about her.
"Erin, are you... okay?"
"I……"
Irene wanted to say that she was fine, but she couldn't say it. Her eyes gradually became sad, and she bit her pale lips lightly, and after a moment, she squeezed out a small word.
"Did I disturb you?"
That timid voice was totally unlike her.
Even the Chosen One of Chaos had never forced her into such a dilemma.
Looking at the "crumbling" Irene, Karen felt a little bit sorry for her. Did she really go too far?
But……
It seems like I didn’t do anything?
Thinking this, Kallen suddenly realized a possibility, and a trace of panic flashed in her gentle eyes.
This is... a retreat to advance!
Miss Campbell, who is well versed in military tactics, deliberately showed weakness to the enemy, thereby arousing His Highness Colin's desire to protect her!
Kallen's face paled slightly, her gentle eyes narrowed, and she raised her sleeve to gently wipe the sweat that slid down her cheek.
As expected of a city dweller...
What a good trick!
"Hahahahahaha!" Watching the two noobs pecking at each other, Youyou, who was hiding and peeping at the side, laughed so hard that her stomach almost burst and she rolled around in the woods.
Luo Yan didn't look at it because he was worried that he would not be able to hold it in.
Looking at Irene who looked miserable, he chose not to see the misery, and answered her question literally with a gentle smile on his face.
"No, you've come just in time... I was just about to introduce you to the Saint of the Savior Army, Her Highness Karen."
"Nice to meet you, Your Highness Irene," Karen said, lifting her skirt and performing a proper civilian etiquette. "On behalf of all the people of Twilight Province, I thank the Duchy of Campbell for their assistance."
"Erin Campbell."
Seeing Kallen's formal look, Irene also woke up from her little girl's behavior, responded to the etiquette of a noble, and made a formal self-introduction.
"Nice to meet you... Miss Kallen. I've heard stories about you from the refugees. Everyone who meets me says you're the Saint sent by Saint Sith to save them."
She also gradually realized that she might have been overthinking it.
Maybe... holding each other's hands with both hands together is just a folk custom in the northern part of the Kingdom of Ryan?
Irene convinced herself.
Because she suddenly remembered that when His Highness Colin first came to the Principality of Campbell, he came from Xuebang and would definitely pass through the northern part of the Kingdom of Ryan.
There's nothing strange about the two knowing each other.
I think it was when Mr. Colin passed by Twilight Province that he was moved by the tragic scene of starving people everywhere, and then he generously donated some money to her.
With his kind nature, he will almost certainly do this!
Irene still remembers his generous and gentlemanly act of kindness at the charity gala in Thunder City.
It was from that moment that she was attracted by his noble soul...
Thinking of this, Irene suddenly felt ashamed of her wild thoughts.
I actually thought such a terrible thing of the kind Mr. Colin... What a blasphemy.
Seeing Irene seemed to have returned to normal, Luo Yan breathed a sigh of relief.
He made the right bet again.
Only children like to explain themselves everywhere, and in the end, the situation gets worse and worse, and they fall into the trap of self-proof, making those who originally believed in them unconditionally lose their confidence.
The devil never explains!
Because not explaining is the best explanation. People who believe in him will naturally come up with ten thousand reasons for him, and people who don’t believe in him will always find ten thousand tricky angles to doubt him.
Luo Yan called this "Demon King Studies" because this theory was summarized by him in the Demon King Academy.
Only Youyou, who was rolling on the ground, stood there awkwardly, staring at Irene in amazement, unable to understand how that silly child had convinced herself.
"That's a misunderstanding," Kallen said with a gentle smile, as if the previous open and secret struggles had never existed. "I'm just an ordinary nun. My Lord didn't send me anywhere, but I did hear the oracle from my Lord."
Irene asked with interest.
"Oh? What did He say?"
Kallen extended her index finger, gently made the sign of the cross on her chest, and spoke in a pious voice.
"He told me to save the people of the Twilight Province, to spread the gospel of God to those trapped in dire straits, and to persuade them to abandon darkness and join the light."
"It seems you succeeded," Irene said with a pleased smile on her face. This was the first time she showed an affirmative expression to Miss Karen. "Congratulations, you saved yourselves."
"It's all thanks to you," Kallen nodded with a smile. "If you hadn't held back the forces of Chaos on the front lines, if it hadn't been for the Son of God's selfless help, we would have been reduced to fertilizer for the Hive City, along with our beautiful visions of the future."
The atmosphere between the two gradually became friendly, and Luo Yan relaxed his guard for a while.
Until Irene's next words -
"Son of God?" Irene blinked, confusion showing on her face, "What is that?"
Luo Yan's heartbeat, which had just calmed down, suddenly rose to his throat, and he subconsciously glanced in the direction of Karen.
"The Son of God is..."
Kallen subconsciously glanced at Colin and saw a hint of nervousness in those purple eyes.
She was very smart and realized something immediately, and a happy smile suddenly appeared on her surprised face.
ah……
I see!
The respected Princess Campbell did not know that the Mr. Colin in front of her was the Son of God.
“…In short, he is a very kind person.”
The joyful smile gradually took on a hint of the calmness of a winner. Kallen looked at Irene like a real nun, gazing lovingly at a lost child.
Hearing this ambiguous answer, Irene felt even more confused and said with a mixture of laughter and tears.
"Can you be more specific?"
There are so many kind people.
For example, Mr. Colin is very kind, and he is much kinder than that ghostly guy in every way.
Seeing that Karen was so sensible, Luo Yan felt relieved and handed over the task of spreading the "Gospel of the Son of God" to more professional people.
In order to live up to the expectations of the Son of God, Kallen had a compassionate expression on her face and continued to spread the gospel of the Son of God like a lost lamb.
"He is a hermit from the depths of the Wanren Mountains, always willing to help anyone in need."
"Some say he was born from a volcano spewing magma, and only Saint Sith witnessed his cries."
"So people also call this child who survived the disaster the Son of God... or, the Flame King."
"The Flame King?! He... is the Son of God?!" Irene's face was filled with disbelief as she blurted out subconsciously, "I've heard this legend in Thunder City!"
"Really? That's quite a coincidence."
Kallen glanced at Colin secretly, and seeing that Irene still hadn't recognized that the respected Son of God was right in front of her, a hint of smug joy appeared in her eyes.
The winner has been decided.
Although Miss Irene had met His Highness Colin before himself, it was obvious that she knew him far less than he did.
Not only does she understand him deeply, but she also shares a secret with him.
There is no doubt that I am the person closest to the Son of God!
As for this Campbell princess—
I think he is just a pawn of the Son of God.
After realizing this, Kallen immediately lost all her hostility towards Irene and even became willing to share.
There are many nuns who serve the gods.
She never expected to receive all the blessings, as long as she was the one closest to the God... or at least a little closer than this Campbell man, it was enough.
Kallen has always had a deep sense of inferiority in her heart, especially when facing noble people, she restrains herself from showing her true self, and instead plays the role of the saint that the Son of God wants her to play.
Normally, she would never reveal her deep-seated inferiority unless she felt threatened.
For example, a nobleman who already has everything but still wants to snatch the last umbrella from her who has nothing.
Perhaps this was the source of the previous hostility.
She had never been hostile towards Miss Sarah, and was even particularly kind to her...even though Miss Sarah always had an expression that kept strangers away, making it difficult to even speak to her, let alone get close to her.
"...I could tell you his story for three days and three nights. If you are interested, I would be happy to spread his gospel to you."
Kallen stepped forward and held Irene's hand, the action of interlocking their fingers tightly together startled the latter.
However, when she met those pure and flawless eyes, Irene resisted the urge to pull her hand back, forced a sunny and cheerful smile on her face, and said with a laugh.
"Ah...really? That's great. I'm very interested in his story...although I have my reservations about the so-called Son of God."
Firstly, she was worried that her strength would hurt this weak and kind girl, and secondly, she was feeling ashamed for having misunderstood their pure friendship before.
The person Miss Kallen admires seems to be the "Flame King", not His Highness Colin.
Moreover, it turns out that the northern part of the Kingdom of Ryan really has such an indecent... ahem, unusual custom.
Very good.
Mr. Colin had one more reason to be innocent, and Irene felt more at ease.
Looking at Irene with a sunny smile on her face, Karen's smile became even happier.
Holding the soft hand tightly, she spoke in a warm and frank voice, as if they were sisters.
"...It doesn't matter. We don't force others to follow our truth. The Son of God taught us that people have the right to believe, and also the right not to believe."
"Really? That's a noble thought."
Irene continued in awe.
"By the way, could you introduce me to Mr. Yan Wang? I'd like to thank him in person for rescuing the refugees outside of Thunder City on behalf of the royal family."
"That might be difficult," Kallen said, a trace of trouble on her face as she let go of Irene's hand. "That gentleman doesn't like others disturbing his practice. Even if I want to meet him, it depends on fate."
"Is that so... Then please convey greetings from the Campbell royal family for me. I won't bother that gentleman any more." A look of loss appeared on Irene's face, as if she regretted not being able to meet that kind person.
Kallen saw her regret, blinked gently, and comforted her.
"Actually... you don't have to feel sorry. Perhaps that kind gentleman has already received your gratitude."
"Thank you for your comfort, Ms. Karen." Irene smiled, regaining her spirits. She looked at His Highness Colin, who was taciturn due to fatigue, and continued with gentle eyes, "I have nothing to regret... because..."
She probably thought of some "wonderful" love words, but she was too shy and couldn't say them when they came to her lips.
There was an ambiguous smile on Kallen's face, and her gentle eyes seemed to say "I understand you".
It even means "May God bless you."
What a bad-humored guy.
Luo Yan found that he seemed to have met a lot more "bad-taste guys" today.
Poor Irene was completely unaware that she was being manipulated by this cunning countryman.
Of course, Luo Yan believed that Karen did not do this out of malice, she just wanted to "follow orders."
He had hinted to her long ago that she should be Irene's "evangelist."
A soul with a strong sense of justice is heading towards Twilight City from the Principality of Campbell. Now she has finally arrived in Twilight City and is standing at the crossroads that will determine her fate.
It would undoubtedly be much more convenient to use Kallen's mouth to convey what he wanted Irene to know than to tell the legend of the Fire King himself.
not to mention--
Right now he needed Kallen to do another thing.
Looking at the two women who suddenly became like sisters, Luo Yan coughed lightly, interrupting their conversation.
"Karen," Luo Yan's expression turned serious, "I'm going to tell you something next. I hope... you can keep it a secret for Miss Irene."
Keep it confidential?
Kallen was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt a little panicked. How could there be a secret that she didn't know?
However, Irene was obviously more panicked than her. She looked at Colin like a frightened deer, her eyes seemed to be silently asking -
'Should I tell her?'
She guessed what His Highness Colin was going to say, but to be honest, she didn't completely trust this so-called saint.
She had no doubt that her kindness was genuine, but no one knew whether she had really heard the oracle.
The problem with His Highness Colin is that he trusts others too easily, but not everyone is as honest as he is.
'It is necessary.'
Luo Yan responded to Irene with a firm look, and signaled her to leave everything to him with peace of mind.
As expected, Irene calmed down. After some hesitation, she nodded slightly, shut her mouth, and left everything to him.
"Excuse me...what is it?"
There was a hint of resentment in Karen's voice, but she still showed an open mind and tolerance, fulfilled her duties as a nun, and watched Mr. Colin take the vows.
"I swear to the gods I serve that I will keep silent about every word I heard today."
"I trust you will keep your mouth shut."
Luo Yan looked at Kallen and said something that made the smile on the latter's face freeze on the spot.
"For some reason, Miss Irene became a vampire...what people often call a vampire."
"Now, I'm afraid you are the only one who can help her."
…
In the western part of Twilight Province, a mighty army is marching towards Dusk City.
At the head of the army, Hegemo de Valoux was riding on a white horse.
He had a handsome face and a tall stature, wearing a full-body plate armor with a lion emblem printed on it, and his slightly curly golden hair fluttered in the breeze.
Although he was already in his fifties, he looked no different from someone in his early thirties. Perhaps only his eyes showed the age-appropriate vicissitudes of life.
As the "Glorious Knight" of the Kingdom of Ryan, Hegmer is often praised by his admirers as "the Knight King of the Land of Knights" and "an epic running across the earth."
Adhering strictly to the chivalric creed, he is the most loyal believer of Saint Sith and the most devout ally of the Holy See. He and his knights always appear where Saint Sith needs them most.
Hegemo is not only a noble knight, but also a devout believer.
He is willing to lead his knights to respond to all sacred wars and spread the glory of the Devalu family to every corner of the continent... even if his brother has no interest in it.
In addition to worldly praise, as the younger brother of King Theoden, he also holds power second only to the king.
He is not only the leader of the Lionheart Knights, but also the only powerful person in the Kingdom of Ryan who possesses demigod-level strength!
It was precisely because of his demigod-level strength that, although he was born only a few years later than Theoden, he looked much younger than the latter who had no intention of honing his knightly skills.
It was also for this reason that his brother had always been extremely wary of him, to the point that even when such a serious disaster occurred in the province directly under the royal family, he did not reveal a single word to him...
So much so that an originally ordinary rebellion turned into such a blasphemous disaster.
When he found out, he immediately assembled the Knights and mobilized the conscripts in the territory to set off.
Hegemer, riding on a horse, followed the team for a long time, and suddenly looked at the attendant beside him and asked.
"How long until we get there?"
In response to the question from the leader of the Knights Templar, the knight attendant beside him immediately reported.
"Your Highness, the Griffin Cliff Territory is just ahead. We'll be in Dusk City in three days at the latest!"
Three days?
A trace of worry appeared on Hegemer's face, and he looked up at the horizon.
However, the direction he was looking at was not Dusk City, but the distant west.
Soon, a dense mass of black spots appeared wherever his eyes were looking and approached him.
That's a group of griffins.
On the back of each griffin sat a knight in a black robe.
Unlike the knights on the ground, these griffin knights are much more taciturn and exude a terrifying aura.
Led by the leading griffin knight, the overwhelming number of griffin knights descended like flocks of crows.
Looking at the griffins falling from the sky, many conscripts who had never seen a magical beast in their lives showed expressions of fear on their faces and pushed each other to dodge.
The Campbells had to receive at least one or two weeks of training before going to the battlefield, and they were still farming until three days ago.
The only ones who remained calm were probably the knights of the Lionheart Knights.
However, facing those taciturn black-robed knights, many people were still on edge.
Although he guessed the identity of that group of people, Hegmer still drew the dagger at his waist and shouted with great momentum.
“Who is it?”
A man in a black robe jumped off the griffin and took out a sword-shaped cross pendant from his arms.
Amid the crisp tinkling sound, a hoarse voice came from his mouth, like the cry of a vulture.
"Inquisition."
Upon hearing this name, the knights all showed surprise on their faces and looked at each other for a moment.
Hegmer's pupils shrank slightly, but he still put away the sword in his hand and spoke in a softened tone.
"There are only devout people and herds of cattle and sheep here. What is the Inquisition doing here?"
The man in the black robe said expressionlessly.
"Suppress the rebellion."
Hegmer stared at him and said.
"That's the kingdom's internal affairs. We just learned about the situation and are about to deal with it!"
The man in the black robe had a playful smile on his face, and his hoarse voice sounded like he was sarcasm.
"You should have dealt with it long ago."
Hegemer was speechless for a moment, but his fists were clenched tightly.
perhaps……
This was his brother's purpose.
After learning that the fire in Twilight Province was completely out of control, His Majesty the King didn't want to care anymore.
Because once it comes to that, the empire will cover them.
However, this is not without cost. Incurring the shame of the Inquisition will cause the Kingdom of Ryan to lose its prestige, bring shame to the Devalu family, and cause innocent people to suffer pain far worse than famine.
Theoden didn't care.
But he cares.
"Blasphemy has incurred divine punishment. Divine judgment has executed the Chosen Ones of Chaos, but the taint remains." The black-robed man said expressionlessly, "I am ordered by the Pope to eradicate all chaos in the God-Forsaken Land. Now, I require you to obey my orders."
Anyone who massacres priests will be burned at the stake.
Anyone who ignores the massacre of priests will have his eyes gouged out.
Anyone who defames the Book of the Holy Word will have his tongue cut off.
Anyone who desecrates a corpse will have his body exposed in the wilderness.
There are fifty of them... and each one has a corresponding capital punishment!
This is not only a tit-for-tat response to the Chaos Apostles, but also a necessary measure to eradicate the corruption of Chaos.
Even if there is no grass growing in Dusk Province, it is not a pity!
In fact, compared to a thousand years ago, they are already very civilized - even kind.
A thousand years ago, when the Empire and the people of the Dragon God were still allies, the Mad Speakers, bewitched by the "Weird Mist", once captured the capital of the Empire and nearly destroyed the Empire.
At that time they had no fifty commandments, no tribunal, but burned everyone with fire.
Whether they are the perpetrator, the victim, or neither, but just implicated.
Hegemer looked at the man in the black robe, staring directly into his eyes.
"May I have your name."
The man in the black robe took back the cross pendant, answered calmly, and reported his position.
"Jiménez, referee."
"Jiménez, since you have brought the Pope's order, I will obey your orders, but I reiterate again that our swords will not be pointed at the subjects of the empire."
Hegmer looked him in the eyes and emphasized it again.
"The Lions are also subjects of the Empire, although they do not live in the Holy City."
Jimenez nodded slightly, his face still expressionless.
"certainly."
"That's exactly what's written in the Book of the Holy Word."
(End of this chapter)
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