Realm of Power

"Do you see clearly, how am I different from others? Two eyes and one nose! No more than others, no less than others."

The unconcealed fear in Ferrandir's eyes was caught in his eyes. The fat man suddenly broke the embarrassment in front of him. Ferrandir was stunned for a moment, with a look of amazement on his stiff face. He did not expect that there were rumors of murder and corpse laying. The million-dollar Vekia Falcon would say something like this with a hint of wit,

"It's said outside that the Vekia Falcon never suffers losses. Now it seems that this rumor is true!"

Ferrandir's face turned slightly blue, he looked away in embarrassment, and coughed dryly. Thinking of the embarrassment that day, his calm heart suddenly fluctuated, and he said with a bit of anger, "In the battle in the Black Forest, His Majesty's iron hoofs crushed the black forest to pieces." The backbone of the forest people, I believe that in the eyes of those whose entire tribe has been wiped out, your majesty will never be more lovable than the devil! My glance is on behalf of the more than 100,000 dead souls!"

"Devil? What does that have to do with me? It was you who tricked them into dying!" The fat man was always top-notch in his ability to play rogue and rolled his eyes.

"You!" Ferrandir's face turned slightly red.

"Isn't it?" The fat man looked at him calmly, raised his eyebrows, and said coldly, "A selfish and indifferent person, in order to achieve the purpose of sneaking into Umutuo, encouraged tens of thousands of Black Forest Alliance troops to attack Umutuo, one of the imperial alliances. , they did what a rebel should do, and so did I It's what an imperial monarch should do! Whoever kills whomever is responsible is their own responsibility. If those hundreds of thousands of innocent souls really exist, it should be the one who is haunting them. I need Saran! Germany is peaceful and stable. I will kill anyone who dares to cause trouble. I am not afraid of killing! "

"Your Majesty said such words in such an understatement, aren't you afraid that the hundred thousand souls of the Black Forest will still be entangled?" Ferrandir's eyes suddenly widened at the fat man's words. Let him see what it means to be truly cold-blooded! He said in a cold voice, "Compared with His Majesty's words that caused countless people to fall to the ground in cold blood, it's really shameful that I still feel a little guilty for the bloodbath the Black Forest people suffered!"

"Haha, I'm not afraid to tell you the truth. From the time I started the army to this day, killing people is like eating and breathing. I don't even remember how many people I killed." Hearing Ferrandir's slightly threatening words, the fat man smiled instead of angry. , stood up from his seat proudly, looking towards the bright sky outside the hall. Said calmly

"It's just a hundred thousand innocent souls, that's a little less. When it comes to killing people, the Salander Expeditionary Force massacred more than 2 million Normans. Who should these innocent souls go to?"

"On the contrary, you, as a descendant of the Prophet Feran who is respected by everyone, have gotten into a situation where you have to rely on deception to make a difference. I really feel for you who was once full of ideals and enthusiasm, and would rather be misunderstood by everyone. I will never succumb to the secular kingship and my ancestors are not worth it."

"My ancestor was a great man, and someone as cold-blooded as Your Majesty has no right to comment on him." As if his inverse scales were touched, Ferrandir's face suddenly turned red, and he looked at the fat man with bloodshot eyes. At this moment, the arrogance flowing in his blood was undoubtedly reflected, and he was gnashing his teeth like a beast whose scars were suddenly uncovered. He said sternly, "At least he won't hurt others! Use boundless wisdom to guide the fleeing people! Establish the Sky Holy Cult, ignore the difference between civilians and nobles, so that civilians can also enjoy peace of mind. Unlike a certain person who does nothing but kill. Kill!"

"So his final fate is to be betrayed by the people he once saved!" The fat man responded without hesitation and curled his lips disdainfully. "He is a prophet and I am a king. Although he and I are not of the same era, I I am absolutely qualified to say that he is a coward who dare not truly face himself. As a leader and a man, when he really needs to make a choice, he lacks the courage to make a decision and is hesitant. If he had not chosen Escape! I believe that with his appeal at the time, even the secular king would bow his head, but he gave up. Under the huge secular pressure, this man abandoned his wife who loved him and his son who was just six years old. The believers and subordinates who believed and followed him hid in the depths of the black forest where no one could find him. The temple was divided because of this incident. Salander, who had just been established for only eleven years, experienced a war that can be called a war. bloody era!"

"You..." Ferrandir almost carried him in one breath. He was a little staggered by the attack from the venomous fat man, and his body swayed. The fat man was so shameless. He directly used his status as a king to make him speechless.

"Young man, play psychological warfare with me!" Putting Ferandier's pale face into the corner of his eyes, the fat man showed a sneer on his lips. The pride of the Ferran family is famous in Salander, although the Ferran children will themselves The Felan blood in his body is regarded as a sinful curse, but in fact, it is regarded as the most important thing in his heart.

Because of this, the children of the Felan family risked their lives to find out the truth. This is a family that is proud of its bloodline. From beginning to end, it has never wavered.

In order for this descendant of the prophet, who has great influence on the entire Salander, to throw himself into the arms of the empire, he must first destroy the arrogance in his heart. Naturally, in the final analysis, it is still necessary to start from the source of blood. To start with, you must make this guy lose confidence in his own bloodline. If you want to make a person completely change, you must tell him that what he has always believed in is a big mistake.

Anyway, Prophet Feran has been hanging for hundreds of years, and his body has probably turned into dirt, so he should be okay with a little dirty water being thrown on him!

The fat man thought so unconscionably. He paused in his voice, with a hint of regret in his eyes. He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Do you know, in the legend of the Suk people who guarded Umutuo, the Suk people Even in her last years, the saint died alone, unwilling to become a true prophet. The burial ground took a look at that poor man, because the man who once dared to take on the role of being called the omnipotent prophet was already a dead person in her heart! The temple under Umutuo, the one you saw. The remains of the saint contain more disappointment towards that man!”

Ferrandir's face was already vaguely in a state of madness. If he hadn't taken into account the terrifying power of the damn fat man, he would have rushed up to this hateful fat man and gave him a slap in the face.

"Isn't it?"

The fat man had no intention of letting him go. If he wanted to hit him, he would hit him to death. He had already seen the huge cracks in Ferandier's heart, so he pretended to smile indifferently and said loudly, "The Ferran family has been around for generations." There are people serving as red priests in the temple, who are mainly responsible for managing files and records, and naturally have the right to read the temple's archives."

"You should know about the poisoning and murder case that involved thousands of people because of the death of the prophet," the fat man said with a change of tone, showing a bone-chilling coldness.

"That poisoning case?" Ferrandir's angry face was unexpectedly stunned for a moment. He didn't know why Vecia Falcon mentioned this, but his face immediately changed, and his expression looked like pain. A dusty scar was suddenly uncovered. He now knew that the prophet did not die in that poisoning, so the connotation of that incident was worth pondering.

The fat man casually picked up an old document on the table and said slowly, "This is a file taken from the temple. It was the most tragic murder case in the early days of the Sky Temple. The highly respected prophet Ferran suddenly disappeared. The temple needs a reasonable explanation that can be given to believers. After investigation, the temple claims to have discovered that some of the priests who were most trusted by the prophet were influenced by sinful teachings. Bewitched and secretly poisoned the prophet Ferran who was still in his prime. In the end, these priests were burned at the stake. Because of this, 7,000 people were secretly purged, including 784 temple priests and 7 priests. The red-robed priests accounted for half of the red-robed priests at that time. I believe you know more or less about some of the bloody purges during the temple split."

Ferrandir was silent, but his face looked ugly, as if he had been slapped hard in front of his face, and he couldn't even scream. He knew about the case that had been hidden by the temple for hundreds of years. He has also seen that file before

The fat man decided to give him the final blow and said in a cold voice, "Will the Felan family believe this explanation? In fact, you know it if you think about it. This is obviously just a random charge, and it is a cruel clean-up of the prophet sect back then, and these Everyone is Felan's most loyal follower. The so-called investigation must also be a bloody process that cannot be witnessed. Cheng, because of the cowardice of a man, countless people who believed in him shed blood. It is no wonder that after that storm, no one in the entire temple was willing to find the truth. Even those who were once the most determined people did not want to know what they called The prophet is actually a coward who escapes reality. Do you really think he is a respectable person? "

The fat man's voice stopped for a moment, and he glanced at the pale-faced Ferrandir below. Ferrandir stood blankly in the temple, and the sunlight shining down from the ceiling seemed unable to dispel the faint darkness on his body. It feels like an extremely cold gray, I know It's almost there. If the attack continues, this guy will probably have a mental breakdown soon, even if he doesn't have a mental breakdown. "It can't be because of the collapse of his faith that he will become dementia like this!" The fat man rolled his eyes worriedly. He had spent so much thought on it. Don't want to get an idiot

After a long time, the arrogance on Ferrandir's face had long disappeared. He raised his head and looked at the ceiling of the temple. He looked so haggard that he seemed to have grown older. Finally, he withdrew his gaze and looked at the fat man in front of him, trembling. Said, "Is this why you want to see me? The process of making a person lose his faith is very happy for someone like your Majesty! But isn't it a bit too much for your Majesty to use the excuse of going to the burial place of the prophet?" Too shameless! "

"Been there, been there, look what this is!"

The fat man didn't know whether he was angry or funny and glanced at Ferrandir. He was pretty good. He recovered quickly. He could discard his arrogance, but not his confidence. He picked up a book with thick leather pages customized from the bottom of the table. The color is yellow, and a simple atmosphere comes to the face. At first glance, it looks like an ancient book with a long history.

"This is......"

Ferrandir's face was wonderful, his eyes were bulging, he was staring at the notebook in the fat man's hand, and he was breathing heavily from his nose.

He saw an ancient blue metal clip on the cover of the book. The circular notch when the clip was closed merged into a lock with a heraldic pattern of stars shooting out in all directions. This was when the fat man buried the bones of the prophet. A diary of Prophet Ferran brought out from the land,

The heraldic pattern on it is naturally the genuine starlight heraldry of the Felan family.

There were two diaries that Fatty originally gave to Sky High Priest Parstina for safekeeping. Only this one was protected by a lock, and the pages inside the metal lock had been preserved for hundreds of years and were already fragile. So Palstina did not force open the lock,

This time Fatty is returning to Wikiia. Considering the heavy weight of the contents of this notebook and the fact that the pages could not be opened for the time being, Nilai asked Nilay to get it back from Parstina. The fat man believed that the craftsmen in the Imperial Weapons Research Institute were better than Parstena. Is this high priest better at picking locks?

"Can you let me take a look?" Ferrandir's entire mind was on this diary, and the little confidence he had just now disappeared to nowhere.

"Of course, this is yours!" The fat man hesitated and handed over the notebook in his hand, which could be seen from the slightly trembling hands of Ferrandier who took the diary. Even if Ferrandir dies, he will never let this book be harmed.

"It's a pity that this lock cannot be opened! Otherwise, you can learn more about the prophet!" The fat man said with a regretful tone.

"Of course...of course it can't be opened." Ferrandir gently brushed the metal surface of the diary with his hand with a fanatical expression, lowered his head, and said to himself, "If there is no key, whoever opens these diaries by force will... It is said that he will die! This is a family rumor. It is said that the ancestor once placed a death curse on the diary when the prophet was not around, and he was turned into minced meat on the spot! "

"Death? Minced meat!"

The pupils in the fat man's eyes shrank slightly, what do you mean! I have been in this world for a long time. He didn't believe there was such a thing as a curse! His eyes were extremely focused on the lock position of this diary. The unique bolt structure made the fat man accidentally think of a possibility, and he immediately broke out in a cold sweat. poison! Too poisonous! The fat man carefully and quietly stepped back, because he saw Ferrandir seemed to be studying the crest that locked the book, at this moment. Important information and the like had long been forgotten by Fatty. What he was thinking about now was if this guy was completely desperate and would die together with him! You'll be at a loss yourself

"Looks like this is it!"

At this moment, he saw Ferrandier, who had been studying the book buckle for several minutes, suddenly carefully stretched out his left hand and gently took off the family crest ring on the middle finger of his left hand. The fat man was puzzled. Under his gaze, Ferrandir turned his fingers around the edge of the heraldic ring as if by magic.

I saw that the middle line of the ring was slightly cracked, and a tiny jagged protrusion like a cross rose from the cracked crack. Ferrandir aligned the heraldic ring in the direction according to the heraldry on the edge of the book, and then gently Close it lightly, and the tiny saw teeth just fit into the inconspicuous bump in the middle of the book buckle.

Ferrandir breathed a long sigh of relief. After turning the heraldic ring in his hand a few times, with a crisp metal sound, the strong book clasp was disconnected from the center line of the heraldry, in the unusually quiet hall. Seems so harsh

"This...is a gear!"

The fat man was a little stupid when he saw it. He had also studied the book buckle, but he didn't find the key socket. He always thought that the subtle bumps in the center were the unevenness caused by the cooling of the metal during forging, but he didn't expect it to be the key socket. Good intentions really pay off. I accidentally thought that this imprisoned descendant of the prophet would receive such an unexpected blessing.

"finally....!"

There were tears in Ferrandir's eyes. His fingers gently opened the withered leather pages. No wonder Ferrandier was so excited. The mystery of his family, the glory of his ancestors, these things that he had completely given up on, suddenly appeared so real in front of him, but what he saw in front of him The content made him stunned for a moment with an excited expression.

The page, which was about as thick as a thumb, disappeared after a few pages, revealing a small, empty space filled with unknown yellow and blue threads strung together randomly inside. Several red columnar objects were covered with Under the line, Ferrandir couldn't understand this, but he didn't realize that the fat man who also saw this scene was shocked. Gosh, this diary is really a bomb! If someone forcibly pulls off the lock, it will be like a grenade being pulled away. After a few seconds, the diary and the person holding the diary will be turned into minced meat. . . . .

At this moment, the fat man thought that he had just been holding a powerful grenade that could fall off at any time, swinging it around so gracefully, and he almost wanted to curse, "Prophet Feran, after all, we are all time travelers, and I won't let you play like this."

"There seems to be something down there?"

Ferrandir gave full play to the fearless spirit of the ignorant and flipped the wire bomb inside a few times.

The fat man's face turned pale and his feet were trembling. No wonder he deliberately stacked the diaries outside the burial ground. This was probably his plan!

Let the tomb robber without the key angrily tear open the book buckle and destroy it together with these things that seem to have the greatest value. . . . . !

If he hadn't wanted to know what secrets Prophet Ferran wanted to protect with the bomb, the fat man would have run away more than ten meters away by now.

After brushing aside these lines, Ferrandier unexpectedly pulled out a folded piece of leather from the bottom.

In fact, Baozi doesn’t like to write about internal affairs, but the pitfalls in the past were too big, so I just filled in some of them (to be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novels are better and updated faster!