Duke of Grief

Uneasy, the Pope of the Fortune Church stepped into the chamber, and as the chamber was filled with people, the old pope became even more uneasy.

The old pope, who was walked in by a priest, attracted many people's attention. They watched their pope go to the first row of seats and sat down, and they felt a little nervous.

The old pope took a deep breath, holding the cane in his left hand, and the whispering in his ear made him quite upset.

He was disturbed by the call of the goddess. Now it is confirmed that the whole church in the middle and upper levels of Corton has been called, which makes him feel some vague ``threat''.

And this "threat" does not come from other people, it is the goddess he believes in!

He can't remember why he believed in the goddess. Time has passed for too long, and he is a human who is good at forgetting. He can't remember.

The goddess has given herself the status of "noble" now, no matter what she wants to do, she will follow her pace...it should have been so, but why do she feel "uneasy" or even "fear" now? What?

The old body can no longer support too heavy clothing, so he is light enough to wear, but he still feels a bit difficult to breathe. ???? The turbid eyes were half open, and they looked at the statue in front as if they were young. Is the goddess with a very beautiful smile still in his heart now?

The old pope was thinking wildly, even the soft call of the cardinal beside him, he didn’t hear it until he saw a virtual image coming out of the statue, and he turned to God when he turned into an entity before his eyes. .

"Good morning, everyone."

The soft voice of the goddess rang in his ears, and the old pope suddenly widened his eyes, and the left hand squeezed the stick of the crutches firmly, pursing his lips, and after a while, he sighed in his heart, bowing his head to respond. Tao: "See you, my lord..."

The priest, bishop, and knight all followed the old pope and bowed their heads to their goddess.

The Goddess of Wealth looked around the meeting room with some emotion in her heart, but she had decided that she had nothing to stop her.

"You guys, do you remember the oath we promised to mortals?"

Hearing the words of the goddess of wealth, the priests present looked at each other, wondering why their goddess asked this kind of question.

‘God of the gods, mortal of the mortals’, after hearing that sentence, they thought of this sentence subconsciously in their hearts. This is a sentence often mentioned by the nobles when facing them.

The former Noble Moore would not say so, but now they have already met and have already done it.

Some people have some vague guesses in their hearts, but they are not sure... Not only are they not sure, they even want to evade these problems subconsciously, but the vague guesses are still lingering in their minds.

They stared at the Goddess of Wealth with hope and hope that their goddess would not say that, but...

She said it anyway!

"God is the god, mortal is the mortal..." The Goddess of Fortune sighed slightly, and then pulled out a smile, "The Moore Commercial Federation and Gordon are no longer ours. In fact, we should have left. ..."

The old pope shuddered, closed his eyes in pain, raised his right hand to cover his eyes, tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, and he cried silently.

...Where?

Without ‘Holy City’, where should they go?

The priests were confused, so they looked to both sides as if they were asking for help, but they found that other people were just as confused as they were.

After leaving'Gordon', where should they go?

Mo said that the priests at the grassroots level, even if they are, many of them are ‘Coltons’ and ‘Moors’.

Listening to the goddess, their wealth church will undoubtedly be relocated. Speaking of'relocation'... the most likely is the'relocation of the Holy City'.

The hypothesis they once mentioned was that this was the joke they used to make a joke, but now it's going to be'realized'?

For more than 800 years since the gods fell into the world, no **** has moved the Holy City. The ‘Holy City Relocation’ has been a hypothesis since the beginning, a ‘hypothesis’ that has never been realized.

So when they are joking between them, they can use the ‘Holy City Relocation’ to laugh unscrupulously, because in their view, this matter is not possible...

"Oh, yeah, the current "Gordon" is no longer suitable for us. After all, Moore is now bigger. It is also inappropriate to use other people's country as a holy city." A cardinal smiled. , Touching his gray beard and asking, "My lord, where are we going to move next? Is it'Ensos'?"

‘Ensos’ is a large city of the Moore Business Federation and the cardinal’s hometown.

"No." The goddess of wealth shook her head.

The cardinal smiled stiffly and said with a strong smile: "Also, the business of "Ensos" is not outstanding, so is it "Graham Harbor"? Or "Leiden"?"

The priests looked up to their goddess, hoping she could nod, and hope she could say an answer that pleased them.

The goddess of wealth sighed: "Neither..."

The cardinal with white beard shook his hand and grabbed one of his beards.

Instead of shouting pain, he turned to look at the colleagues around him, only to find that they all lowered their eyes and sighed.

The cardinal clenched his fists, revealing sadness, trying to catch the last glimmer of hope, "So... is it'Yinchao Port'?"

With the passage of time, the cardinal's eyes are no longer clear as he grows old, and the muddy eyes that are common to the old man reveal an indescribable sadness.

The Goddess of Wealth looked at her believers with a look of expectation, but she couldn't bear it, but she gritted her teeth decisively and said, "No! Moore is no longer Moore, nobles are no longer nobles, churches... …And no longer the former church.”

At the end, she sighed in a nearly begging tone: "Stop it, stop it all, I have decided to leave. It is not'Ensos', not'Graham Harbor', nor'Lei' Dunton', not any city in Moore, don't you feel it? They are already rejecting us!"

"The gods are the gods, the mortals...the mortals are the last, the Moore is no longer the original Moore, the nobles are no longer the original nobles, and we are not the original us."

"I have decided to relocate the "Holy City"!"

The old pope wiped his tears away and looked at the dazzling goddess, who was full of vigor and vitality, and is now a very powerful goddess.

He asked softly, "So, Lord, where are we going?"

He asked the voices of all the people present. Although not everyone agreed to the ‘Holy City Relocation’, at least for now, they could not raise it.

The priesthood is concerned about this matter, since it is not the city of Moore, then where is it?

Speaking of which, the goddess of wealth finally smiled.

With a smile on her face, she opened her lips lightly: "Wind City-The Winds of Sorrow...No, it should be "Wind City" of the "Principality of the Winds of Sorrow!"

"I have negotiated with the maidservant, UU reading www.uukanshu.com The future "Holy City" of the church is "Wind City", and that "Future Miracle City" is both the capital of the Principality and ours 'Holy City'!"

"Get ready, my believers!" The goddess of wealth akimbo, pointing at the door of the chamber, "announced the entire continent, and began to prepare, the goddess of wealth, I Latinia, will move the Holy City! Go Let's tell everyone!"

Several cardinals were anxious, but one was faster than them—

The old pope's mouth was smiling, and he tremblingly stood up with his crutches, and lowered his noble head to the goddess.

"Just follow the decree!"

In his heart, the beautiful goddess still exists. At first sight, it was a scene that he dared not forget or did not want to forget.

He went from teenager to youth, from youth to middle age, and then from middle age to old age...he never forgot!

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