“A new hope will emerge in the world”

"God, may the light last forever."

Mary was kneeling on the ground, mumbling some prayers.

The expression on her face was extremely focused and serious, and her blood-red robe spread out like a bright red rose blooming on the ground.

Mary kept reciting, and after a long time, she closed her eyes slightly, knelt in front of the cross, motionless, as if she was in deep thought, or as if she had become a statue.

"Your Highness." A wizard in a white robe, with white hair and beard and an old face slowly emerged from the void. His face was old, but his eyes were extremely warm and bright.

At this moment, the old wizard was looking at Mary with an indescribable kind smile on his face.

"Bishop Gilwin."

Mary bowed slightly and saluted to the old wizard.

"Your Highness, we have already decided on how to deal with Alan." Gilwin said, "We want to kill Alan, but the king of the Lionheart Principality does not allow it, because if that happens, the entire principality might be wiped out."

"But we can't just let Alan go."

There was an indescribable coldness in Mary's voice.

"That's right." Gilwen agreed, saying, "After all, the glory of the Eternal Holy Light cannot be desecrated."

"After our discussion, the Principality of Lionheart and Flame is willing to compensate us with a large amount of extremely rich resources and let us bring Alan back to the Eternal Holy Light to let him atone for his sins in the Eternal Holy Light."

Mary nodded slightly, and the expression on her face softened a little.

Although Allen was not killed, such punishment was enough. In fact, to some extent, the Lionheart Principality had already made great concessions. That's right, in the face of the Eternal Holy Light, they had to make concessions.

"By the way, Bishop Gilwin, where is the holy fire?" Mary seemed to have thought of something. She raised her head and looked at the old man with white hair and beard in front of her.

"The Holy Fire is in Alan's body. It seems to have been completely integrated into it. It cannot be taken out at all."

Gilwin frowned, and at this moment, a hint of doubt and confusion appeared on the face of this powerful fourth-level true meaning.

Mary frowned.

"Mary, don't worry. Even though the Holy Fire is in Allen's body, Allen cannot use any of its power. He even has to suffer the torture of being burned by the Holy Fire day and night." Gilwin comforted Mary and said, "We brought Allen back to the Eternal Holy Light so that His Holiness the Pope can try to see if he can take the Holy Fire out of Allen."

Mary withdrew her gaze. She didn't say much, but in her heart, she couldn't help but sigh slightly.

"Okay, Mary, let's go back to the Eternal Holy Light." Gilwin said in a gentle voice. His voice did not change, but at this time there were some ups and downs. He said: "This time our purpose of moving forward has failed. Perhaps the oracle we felt was wrong."

"There will never be a day when light shines upon the world again."

Mary listened to Gilwin's words and was silent.

"Light is above."

Mary held the cross tightly against her chest and whispered.

She stood up, opened the door of the prayer room, and walked slowly outside.

The sun shines and light seems to arrive.

Everything is ready and we can go.

The knights and wizards of the Eternal Holy Light walked slowly forward. In the middle of their team, there was a prisoner cart, in which sat a young man wearing linen clothes, with a pale but peaceful face.

He has a handsome face and a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

This young man was Alan.

The people around looked at Alan and fell silent.

In fact, things had been very obvious before. It was Alan who arranged and directed everything. Not only did he have people kill many people from wizarding organizations and warlock heritages, he also secretly stole the holy fire.

Huge waves were rising in everyone's hearts. They had not thought that things would turn out like this. The one who did all this was actually Alan, the second prince who was insignificant in their eyes and was completely overshadowed by the eldest prince.

The people of the wizard organization and the warlock family were very angry, but they didn't have much to do with Allen. After all, they couldn't kill Allen. In addition, a very important point was that the Lionheart Principality had decided to give them generous compensation.

The king felt complicated as he watched Alan gradually going away in the prison cart.

He only announced the latest news, and there are some things he didn't talk about, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know.

Alan was exposed and nothing could be concealed anymore. As the Royal Wizarding Group investigated, the king knew everything about Alan.

Stealing blood, conducting experiments, cooperating with powerful people in several principalities, making plans in the south, and so on. Everything, all of these things.

"Alan..." The king sighed deeply in his heart.

At this moment, he seemed to have grown old, really old.

The other side.

Maureen and Sophie sat together in the carriage, also quietly watching Alan being taken away by the Eternal Holy Light in front of them.

"Brother Morin, Brother Morin." Sophie shook Morin's arm.

"fine."

Morin retracted his gaze, smiled at Sophie, and said, "Just visiting a friend."

In fact, Morin still had some regrets in his heart. He still remembered that after he left, there was a violent energy fluctuation in Allen's mansion, as well as a lot of shouting and a strong smell of blood.

All the knights and wizards loyal to Allen died. The people of Eternal Holy Light rushed in first and captured Allen.

Things have finally come to fruition.

"Okay, Sophie, let's go." Maureen rubbed Sophie's hair and continued driving the carriage forward.

The city of Tratel was the destination of his trip, and now, he was not far from the city of Tratel.

When Morin appeared on the road outside the royal capital in his carriage, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

He moved his body and left the carriage, then cast many defensive spells on the carriage before turning his head and looking forward.

"Come out." Morin said lightly.

"Maureen."

Rich witchcraft energy particles flashed by, and a figure appeared in the air. This figure was none other than Doroth.

The genius of the Eye of Bermuda, a powerful third-level warlock.

"Dorothea, what do you want to do by stopping me?" Morin asked with a calm expression.

"You have severely injured our Bermuda Eye Warlock. You cannot just leave like this."

"You have to pay the price."

Dorotte shook his head slightly.

There was no movement of his body, but his aura suddenly increased, like a rolling storm or a surging tide, roaring and pressing fiercely towards Morin in front of him.