Realm of Power

It was a very comfortable time in the early winter afternoon. Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, the trees downstairs were already withered and yellow. The soft sunlight shines through the branches and leaves, shining golden on the lawn and clean sidewalks. Two birds chased past the window, swooped down, and fell into the forest, chirping non-stop.

At the gate of the street in the distance, four girls of different heights wearing maid costumes were laughing and walking happily. Sometimes they were whispering to each other, and sometimes they were walking backwards, playing and laughing with their companions. Their slim and youthful figures made the quiet path seem much brighter. "Is it because I'm old that I would have such emotions?" Such a mindless thought suddenly popped up. The black-haired young man himself twitched slightly at the weird thought.

There are no maids in the army, so these maids all belong to someone else.

These are the maids that Pope Pudamia of the Order State has just bought back. "Did you buy these Elo girls as maids?" The black-haired young man turned his head to look at the tall woman who walked into the room, wearing a smart and simple dress. The early winter hunting attire, especially the beautiful face that confuses all living beings, is bathed in the sunlight slanting through the window, and the white neck and ears become more pink and clear, making people want to kiss her.

"If it's not a maid, what else can it be? Your Majesty can tell me there are other uses, and I can try it." The female gangster put a report on the table.

"Haha, don't get me wrong, I just want to say that this winter may be different from previous years. Are you really not determined to return to the Holy City and are you planning to stay here for a long time?" The black-haired young man coughed dryly with a slightly embarrassed look on his face. After the female pope saw the so-called "door", she seemed to wake up overnight, gave up her previous idea of ​​waiting for death, and began to regain her original style of female pope. The first request she made was to buy a manor. and ten Several maids made it clear that they were going to stay there permanently, and of course it was the emperor who paid for them. Putamia said that she had no money, so she secretly sneaked into the south of Eero, bringing only a dozen guards with her, and they were basically in the process of exploring. It was a loss, because the enthusiasm for searching for the prophet Ferran had been bearable for more than a month before. Now that he was out of that feverish state, Potamia, who was born as a pope, felt that he had not taken a shower for a month. shocked

The reason why Potamia insisted on staying here made the black-haired emperor not sure what to say. Potamia gave up and entered the land kingdom, but still insisted on going to the old site in the south of Erro. ​​Although Most of the fog in southern Hérault has dissipated, but as the source of the original outbreak, the old site in southern Hérault is still Shrouded in partial fog, as the climate gets colder, no one knows whether the fog will continue to dissipate. In other words, it may be opened at any time this winter, or it may not be opened throughout the winter. Putamia I chose the simplest, most direct and most effective way, which is to keep watching. During this time

During this period of time, Putamiya has been almost hanging around the black-haired young man.

During this trip to the southern Ero, Potamia felt that her biggest gain was that, in addition to going on a pilgrimage to the southern temple that recorded the life of the prophet mentioned in the records of the past dynasties, it was to once again discover the biggest secret of the black-haired emperor. The black-haired emperor knew about Prophet Ferran, and had personally excavated Prophet Ferran's grave. And the diary of Prophet Ferran was considered by Putamia to be his destiny.

It's like a super groupie suddenly realizes that his idol is actually around him. Prophet Ferran is no longer here, but the powerful rise of the empire and various national policies with huge transformative effects seem to be reflected in the original holy city. With this alone, the black-haired emperor is undoubtedly the successor of Prophet Ferran. Putamia's resentment towards the imperial emperor has disappeared with this diary. The Order State was handed over to the emperor and returned to Prophet Ferran. Nothing is different anymore

Putamia is a die-hard loyalist of Prophet Ferran. It can be said that the entire Holy City priesthood was actually a die-hard loyalist of Prophet Ferran. Even some of Prophet Ferran's later behaviors can be described as crazy, but Holy City It only covers up the history of Prophet Ferran and directly ignores the crazy elements. It can be seen that the Holy City has never betrayed the Prophet and still regards Prophet Ferran as the spiritual pillar of the entire Holy City.

For more than a hundred years, Pope Potamia, who grew up listening to the various miracles of Prophet Ferran, naturally worshiped Prophet Ferran. The god of the Order Country is Prophet Ferran.

In order to explore the place where the prophet disappeared, Potamia did not hesitate to personally sneak into the southern part of Hérault as the pope, and experienced life and death without any intention of retreating. This shows how noble Ferran the prophet is in Potamia's heart. status, Pudamia actually didn’t have much expectations for this trip to the south of Elero. After all, the prophet had disappeared for a hundred years and the holy city had collapsed. It collapsed into ruins, and even the State of the Order existed in name only. Potamia only hoped to fulfill the wish of successive popes. Because of the rebellion of the Hérault branch, the popes of the previous State of the Order were unable to go to the south of Hérault. Exploration, the many wars between the Order State and the Eero Empire were actually the result of successive popes trying to use force to open the way to the south, but none of them succeeded.

Only this time, after the collapse of the Eero Empire, this generation of Pope Potamia had the opportunity to enter the south of Eero. Potamia immediately went to the temple in the south of Eero and brought out many people from inside. There are few strange recorded contents,

"According to the records of the temple, Prophet Ferran once said that people can fly in the sky. They need to use some kind of tools. The distance of thousands of miles can really be reached in just a few hours. The empire is now using Is this a tool for hot air balloons? "Pudamia asked suddenly, holding a record book in his hand. The black-haired young man stood on the window sill and looked at the scenery, the melody of early winter, riding on the broken gold. The light fell on the shoulders of the black-haired young man, and there were musical notes dancing in the transparent light.

Potamia knew that the war between the Empire and the Kingdom of Aden had entered an extremely critical period in the past few days. Don't look at the black-haired young man looking at the scenery every day with a leisurely expression, but his deep eyes were more of a kind of speculation. The war was thousands of miles away. Even the black-haired young man who is the god of war cannot guarantee that there will be no mistakes. This feeling is like a gambler walking to the gambling table. No one dares to say that he is a 100% winner.

The reason why Potamia discovered this was that the military report once every two days had now reached the frequency of four times a day. The emperor was distracted. This was a problem for Potamia, who had always wanted to ask some questions. An absolute golden opportunity, an opportunity that cannot be missed and will never come back. For the female gangster, she has long had the consciousness to do whatever she wants.

"Probably not. Prophet Ferran did not create a hot air balloon, and hot air balloons are not yet up to this level." The black-haired young man didn't seem to notice the trap yet. Subconsciously, he seemed a little careless. He put his finger between his eyebrows and hesitated for a moment. He said, "It should be a machine called an airplane. That kind of thing cannot be built with today's technology. Not even Prophet Ferran can build it."

Potamia's pretty eyes suddenly became eager. When she heard the black-haired young man's answer, her pretty face turned red. She immediately pushed the notebook and quill in her hand to the black-haired young man with great care and said softly, "You can draw." Come out? It just looks like it, I’m just curious”…

The black-haired young man looked at the record book and quill that were pushed in front of him in astonishment. His eyes flashed, and a chilling aura spread out from his body. He seemed to have spilled the beans. Should he kill someone and silence him?

"The murals on the Southern Temple of Heaven record an object that looks like a big bird. It is said that Prophet Ferran actually used this tool to make people fly in the sky. I am just curious. If His Majesty is not willing, then forget it." Puda Mia bit her lip with a pitiful look on her face, and sighed deliberately, "Anyway, he is no longer the Pope of the Order State, and he has no use value anymore. Your Majesty really has no need to care at all."

The black-haired young man hesitated for a moment, then picked up a pen and drew a picture on the record book that resembled a big bird spreading its wings. That was a hang glider. If Prophet Ferran had really created such a similar thing back then, the black-haired young man felt that the hang glider was It is more reliable and more in line with the current technological level, as long as the structure It's reasonable, the height is enough, and the fabric is strong enough... Forget it, Prophet Ferran probably didn't care whether he would fall to death or not. The black-haired young man sighed inwardly. He had never revealed to anyone that he might have traveled through time. , I guess that’s what I said, others can’t imagine such a thing.

But here in Putamia, there is already a prophet Phelan, and it seems that there is nothing wrong with having another one.

You can't really look at the goddess stick and wait for death!

Putami picked up the record book as if he had found a treasure, and stared at the picture drawn by the black-haired young man with his eyes. It was really like a big bird. After listening to the black-haired emperor's general explanation, Putamiya Ya's bright eyes were frightening, and he breathed quickly and asked, "No matter how far away we are, we can see each other and even talk to each other. Does this kind of thing really exist?"

"It's a tool called a telephone." The black-haired young man snorted with a very reluctant look on his face. He had already answered one, and he was done with it, right? "You also said that you are not the inheritor of Prophet Ferran!" Putamiya looked at the black-haired young man, and the charming charm between his eyebrows was revealed with just one sideways glance. Look at this for me, Putamiya. This time, Ya carefully took it from her arms. Come out with a record. It can be seen that this record is quite old. It is made of paper crushed by the grass on the banks of the Hérault River. This kind of Hérault paper was the standard of the civilization in the southern part of the Hérault. The paper surface is withered and yellow. , but you can still clearly see some of the contents recorded above

"What is this?" The black-haired young man looked confused. "The prediction left by Prophet Felan in the Southern Temple of Heaven, in which the collapse of the Holy City has been verified, the ocean in the north will freeze, and the earth in the south will crack. The time should be within these days. "Year, isn't this also true?" Putamia put her hands on the straw paper, her voice was trembling. In this era, natural disasters are irresistible, and for Putamia, natural disasters are even more... god's will

"It's nothing. Don't worry too much. There is indeed a complete freezing of the sea in the northern arctic circle, which may cause considerable climate impacts. Just be careful and deal with it."

The black-haired emperor was stunned for a moment and touched the bridge of his nose. The climate characteristics of the Little Glacier were already very obvious. Reports from the north of the empire and reports from the grasslands of Central and Northern Asia said that cold people were migrating south on a large scale. , the extremely cold climate froze the lakes, rivers, and all water sources in the cold areas where people live, and As a result, many creatures in the cold areas died on a large scale. People in the cold areas could no longer survive and had no choice but to move inward. In the cold areas of the northern part of the empire, war had already broken out. In the grasslands of northern Zhongbia, there was cold when the Royal Court was destroyed. The reason for the migration of local people to the south. As for the cracks in the southern land, there are no relevant reports yet.

"Your Majesty, an urgent report from the navy." An imperial guard hurriedly pushed the door open, holding an urgent military report in his hand. Seeing that Pudamia was also there, he hesitated whether to read it.

"Give it to me." The black-haired young man raised his hand. He had been waiting for this battle report for two days. Although there was still time before the decisive battle, this time it was also a very critical arrangement, and it even had an impact on the overall situation. It was vital to connect the upper and lower levels. If something went wrong, the entire combat plan would have to be cancelled." Yes, Your Majesty," the guard officer handed over the military report.

The black-haired young man opened the military report, glanced at it, and suddenly his body trembled slightly, his eyes were shocked, and he murmured in a low voice, "How is it possible!"