Lord of Glory

"By the way, I haven't introduced myself in so long. My name is Paladin, Flamel. What's your name?"

Bang! Paladin's steps stopped momentarily. He turned back to look at the stupid priest with a look of disbelief. He couldn't help but asked: "Father, what did you say your name was?" "Paladin, Flamel."

The moment the priest said these words, Paladin rumbled as if his head had been hit by a hammer! "There are such coincidences in the world! Doesn't that mean... I can become Paladin, Flamel?!"

"What's wrong with you? Why don't you speak?" The priest, also named Paladin, looked at Paladin in confusion. The latter quietly put down the package, lowered his head and suddenly said: "Father, who is that person behind you?" The priest immediately looked back, but saw nothing behind him except weeds and bushes that blocked the sun. "There is no one..."

The priest just turned around and saw Paladin, whose face was full of ferocious ecstasy, rushing forward, grabbing his forehead with one hand and his chin with his strong and skillful hands. Quickly turn behind him and stick to his back! "You...what are you doing! Let go! Otherwise I will get angry!"

The captured priest was angry and frightened. He didn't know what this man he'd only known for an hour was up to. But then, Paladin told him his intention perfectly. Paladin lowered his head slightly, put his sinisterly curved mouth against his ear and said softly: "Paladin, Flamel. Don't you want to know my name? Let me tell you, my name is Paladin too!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the priest's pupils shrank instantly. Even the most stupid person feels that he is in danger at this time. But Paladin naturally would not turn around for the priest. He suddenly raised his head, looked at the gaps between the leaves where the sunlight was shining, and murmured happily: "Destiny is smiling at me!"

Before he finished speaking, the hand holding the priest's chin decisively twisted to the side! Just hear a crisp click sound. As soon as Paladin let go of his hands, the priest immediately fell to the ground with his neck crooked. His face still showed the confusion and panic that he had before his death. Until his death, he could not understand what the benefits of Paladin's killing him would be.

Paladin breathed a huge sigh of relief. He immediately took off his clothes and switched with the priest of the same name. Paladin, who was wearing a black priest's robe and a hemp rope tied around his waist, nodded with satisfaction. He immediately lowered his waist and began to collect the priest's belongings.

After putting a bag of fifty-three gold coins into his arms with a smile on his face, Paladin immediately saw a letter lying in the big bag with two intersecting keys and a strange crown's coat of arms in the middle. When Paladin took it out, he immediately saw that the good paint had been torn apart.

The letter has been shown to the priest. In order to have a long life as a priest, Paladin must know as much as possible about this person's life, lest the truth be exposed except for mistakes. He's not a real Paladin, Flamel. But it's tragic.

Paladin carefully took out the letter, and the faint smell of books made Paladin very happy. I put down the paper and looked at it carefully:

The devout and kind priest Flamel

During your three years of study in the monastery, you not only received the title of priest, but also won the respect and love of others. Through the recommendation of your godfather, Father Sicilia, vicar of Fenrir. Now officially awarded the priest Paladin, Flamel serves as the priest of the town of Nurba. In order to educate and educate the people, they should focus on the almighty and great Enos.

Only in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen.

Principality of Qasmi [Holy Order of the Archdiocese of Qasmi]

July 2, 7266 AD

Paladin's hands trembled slightly with excitement. This letter turned out to be the appointment letter of that stupid priest! This is a very important certificate. If he, Paladin, wants to impersonate this identity, this letter is the best cover!

Paladin excitedly put away the letter and immediately started excavation work that lasted for two hours, burying the priest's body in the ground. After carefully covering up to ensure that he could not be seen, Paladin immediately ran away from the edge of the forest without even thinking about resting. But at this moment, the uneasiness that accompanied it has gradually subsided. Because what is left at this time is Paladin Flamel. A minor nobleman who became a priest. The stupid Paladin, who was looked down upon by others in the Free Masons branch, died the moment he got the Ripley Scroll...

Just when Paladin was delighted with his new identity, he was in the branch of the Free Masons. The great magician Nasura, who learned that the Ripley Scroll existed here, was only shocked for a moment, but still strode past the dazed Adela. About to go downstairs. "Hey! What are you going to do!"

Nasura waved his hand and opened Adela's hand, and said with a solemn expression: "Do you still need to say it? The inquisition will come soon. The Ripley scroll has nothing to do with me! I just want to leave this ghost as soon as possible Place. Those lunatics don’t treat mages well!”

Adela waved her hands helplessly and joked: "Poor Nasura. You have been overwhelmed by the danger. Before long, the eyes of other forces will squeeze in. The Free Masons will not sit back and watch. No matter. Watching the madmen from the Inquisition coming to kill you. There will definitely be a big move! Is it too cowardly to run away now? And there is no guarantee that you can really see the legendary scroll with your own eyes. As a mage, Do you really not want to see what is written on it?”

These words really moved Nasura's heart. On the Inquisition. Although they dislike mages very much, they pale in comparison to the blasphemous Free Masons. When the time comes when the Union of Free Masons and the Inquisition conflict, we might get some clues. As long as there is a glimmer of hope, I can actually see that scroll!

With these thoughts in mind, Nasura's frown gradually relaxed. He crossed his arms and said arrogantly: "You are an assassin, so you should have some ideas. Don't be pretentious and just tell me." This already showed his attitude of cooperation. Adela would naturally not undermine this mage's self-esteem. He covered his mouth and said with a smile: "Come with me. Dress up first. You are still too eye-catching in this instructor's robe."

After saying that, he grabbed Na Xiura's hand and ran downstairs. Although Na Xiula was a little surprised, coupled with the smooth touch on the palm of his hand. His heart, which had been calm all this time, could not help but beat wildly. But he didn't say much, he just took a deep look at Adela in front of him. Let her hold his hand and run downstairs. Not long after, he disappeared.

And just in an empty room. The ancient piece of leather paper taken out of the gold box fell to the ground. Suddenly a light green flame ignited. But it only took a moment for the paper to burn to ashes. The things recorded on the paper have also disappeared. It’s unknown.