Realm of Power

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Strips of blue thunderbolts, like winding earthworms, quickly crawled across the sky

Rain poured down from the clouds, and the road turned into a river in an instant. The strong wind blew the rain. The trees on both sides of the road were weighed down by the heavy downpour and could only bend down low, looking overwhelmed. Under the heavy rain, nothing in the world can escape,

"Washing" is used to express the majesty of the long slope of the temple. At this moment, it has become the hardest hit area. It is like a layer of waterfall. The water rushes down happily, making a sound like a torrent, and the base of those low steps is In the blink of an eye, it turned into a vast ocean of water. The solemn and holy sacrificial robes of the low-level temple attendants standing on both sides of the steps had long been soaked by the rain.

These apprentice priests were running back and forth in the rain, struggling to move various decorations that were originally placed outside the temple back to the temple. There was not much embarrassment on each face, but a look of excitement.

Under such heavy rain, the opening ceremony of the temple was naturally aborted, but this did not affect the enthusiasm of the temple personnel, because in the eyes of the temple people, no matter how you look at it, the significance of this temple is not It is the same as the others, because it is the first temple in the Barrow continent in southern Europe and spreads the idea of ​​the Sky Temple. The spread of teachings to every region is the lifelong goal of every sky priest. The current sky temple is no longer the small religion that spread on an island in Salander. With the expansion of the empire, Pace, the super cult that has spread across half of the empire

"I know that you and Nilai both think that it is not appropriate for me to leave the temple headquarters at this time. She looked away from the window with a slightly frowning eyebrow. The eyes of the high priest of the Sky Temple, Palstina, flickered. She was dressed in a snow-white sacrificial dress. Robe, put on his beautiful body . The arms are as white as a piece of warm jade, without any flaws, and like clear spring water. It is as clear as a 30-year-old woman after the flowers have faded. Looking up and looking back is touching,

"But I want to tell you that I'm not here just for the opening ceremony of the first temple in the south. This book should be familiar to you," Parstina paused in her voice. The white hand took out a thick leather book. The book looked very old, and the overall color was a light yellowish brown.

When he saw this book, the fat man's pupils couldn't help but shrink, and he nodded with a strange expression on his face, saying, "Yes, of course I know him, this is what I gave to you."

"Then you should have discovered that the ancient Salander language used in the prophet's diary is actually 70-80% similar to the Fezer language. The founding of Fezer happened to be the time when the Salander ancestors fled across the sea with their families. Time. So I want to confirm this for myself. If the ancient Salander script is really the South European Barrow script, then..." Parstina suddenly became energetic, and her beautiful face looked radiant. Unlike the frustration that Nilay said in her letter,

"I know what you want to say. Even if the ancestors of the Salanders are the Baro people of southern Europe." The fat man shrugged his shoulders indifferently, so what? They are all survivors who fled north. Are they the Baro people of southern Europe? What’s the difference between the Nordic Barrow people?”

"I knew that you could indeed understand this diary. Back in Salander, I felt that your interest in Prophet Ferran was not at all inferior to mine."

It was beyond Fatty's expectation. After hearing the fat man's persuasion, Parstina's eyes were full of excitement. He walked up to the fat man with graceful steps, and said with a somewhat inexplicable excitement on his face, "My biggest wish in life is to follow in the footsteps of the prophet. I never thought that when I was about to leave office, I would still have such an opportunity in front of me." , I was originally wondering why you were suddenly so interested in the Fezer language, but I didn’t expect that it turned out to be the same as me. Tell me, is Prophet Ferran a southern European Barrow? "

"Well, actually you guessed wrong. Prophet Ferran is neither a southern European Barrow nor a northern European Barrow, but an adventurer who suddenly appeared on the fleeing fleet." The fat man said, sighing. Sometimes knowing the truth is not a happy thing. Wouldn't it be better to bury the best side in your heart?

The fat man took a deep breath and said, "You are right. The reason why I have such great enthusiasm for Feizeyu is actually because I discovered this. Frankly speaking, when I first saw Feizeyu, I was not shocked at all. Under you, I have read Prophet Ferran's diary, and I can only roughly guess part of it. Most of the others were confused and always thought it was the Old Salander language. However, in Fezer, I suddenly discovered that the so-called Old Salander language is basically a script on the west coast of Baros in southern Europe. What I thought at the time Like you, we all think that Salander’s ancestors should be the Barrow people of southern Europe.” "But the fact is that Prophet Ferran is not actually a person who fled from the west coast at all, but a person who suddenly appeared in the fleeing fleet." The fat man paused and said something shocking. "In the diary, you can read Prophet Ferran himself was at a loss. According to my understanding, this guy is 100% The message came from another world. For some unknown reason, it happened to reach the desperate fleet that had just encountered a storm. In order to survive, he had to guide the fleet north. Finally, the fleet arrived in Salander, and Ferran also died because of Salander. The Rand royal family's need to unify everyone was erected as a prophet

"It is not difficult to understand why he was respected as a prophet by everyone, but when he was suppressed by the royal power, no one stood up to support him, because he was basically established by the royal family, and ultimately because he was in line with what the royal family needed. He went against the grain, so he was exiled and his history was covered up!”

"No, what you said is not true."

After listening to the fat man's explanation, Parstina's delicate body trembled slightly, her pretty face turned ashen, and the hand holding the leather book Diary of the Prophet also turned pale from exertion. The fat man knew that in the heart of the high priest of the Sky Temple, she had always been She was proud that Prophet Ferran was a Salander, but now, she had to tell her that the Sky Prophet was not a Salander. How cruel this was to a Sky High Priest who had been pious all his life!

The fat man gave a helpless smile. Prophet Ferran is definitely not from this era. In the diary written by Prophet Ferran himself, in addition to confusion and anger towards the royal family, there are also many things that should not be there. Such things, It must be kept highly confidential. Even the part that is now sent to the Imperial Weapons Research Institute for research is actually just an excerpt from the diary of Prophet Ferran. It is because of the lack of many important explanations that the progress of the Weapons Research Institute is very slow.

Because mechanical things are difficult to solve even with physical reference and without learning mechanical principles. This kind of thing is like solving a puzzle. The physical object in front of you is a huge maze. How does it work? Push, how to use each part, for For most researchers whose thinking is still in the era of forging craftsmen, it is completely blank. Researchers of the empire are like standing at a fork in the road. There are a hundred forks in front of them, but only one is correct. Many times, everyone can only rely on luck! This is personal luck and national luck! After more than two years of analysis, the Empire’s first steam engine is nearing completion

"The future may be very far away, but it may also be like a shooting star, passing by in the blink of an eye. To cherish the present is to control the future!" The fat man came to Palstina and put his arms around the beautiful high priest's surprisingly soft and slender waist. , read out a sentence that made Parstina's eyes light up.

"Is this?" The beautiful high priest hesitated for a moment. "This is what you have always wanted to decipher, the inscription written on the first page of Prophet Ferran's diary." The fat man said, "After you learn the Feize language, you can You can analyze it yourself, but there is one thing. Apart from these, other things in this book must not be spread out! If you can't stand it anymore, it's best to destroy it. Prophet Ferran was once a great man who advocated equality under the sky. However, in the state of long-term exile, for the Salander people he once helped , and those followers who have betrayed him, the content in the diary will inevitably be a bit extreme! ""I understand"

Palstina bit her lip with her white shell-like teeth. Looking at the fate of Prophet Ferran's descendants in the kingdom, you will know how much the respected Ferran family hates the entire Salander, and The source of this hatred comes from the prophet in the sky

"I heard that you encountered some trouble? Do you need me to solve it?'

The fat man stretched out his hand and held up Parstina's pretty nose. Her fragrant cheeks were slightly dizzy, and her breath-like cherry lips made her want to kiss her even more seductively. Before, she had considered that she was half mentor and half high priest of the sky. identity, but now, Parstina's position in the Sky Temple will soon be automatically canceled due to her age, and this barrier will no longer exist.

"There are some troubles. The main thing is that the candidate for the new high priest has not been decided yet. Someone proposed that the current saint should succeed the high priest. I don't agree, so I came to the south to take refuge." A trace of gloom flashed across Parstina's face. , looked at the fat man with a somewhat sad look, and said coldly "Although choosing a civilian saint has weakened the power of the original aristocratic priests, the lack of rules and greed of the civilian faction is actually no less than that of the aristocrats. The sky priests have a history of more than two hundred years and have been relatively stable for a long time. mode, in this mode, even

"If this is the problem, then there is no need to worry." The fat man laughed. "Because the empire has no plan to continue to allow the identity of the high priest to exist. There is no high priest in the post-menstrual sky temple, only a spiritual symbol of the saint. The actual affairs of the religious order are handled by a group of priests composed of priests from various regions designated by the empire, and you are the last high priest." (To be continued.)