The Holy Right of a Comic

"Will she really show up?"

"She will appear. If she still wants to lead the Dead Apostles and doesn't want to be ridiculed by the Dead Apostles, she will definitely appear. This time I have summoned many 'ancestors', and there are many magicians among the ancestors. And even if you are not a magician, the secret treasure of the Age of Gods will still make people tempted, this is what the church calls 'original sin', this is 'greed'!"

...0.....

A majestic voice echoed in the palace that no one could see.

...

On a snowfield covered in silver in Finland, a dark and gorgeous petite figure is standing under a pine and cypress buried in the snow. The girl is wearing a pure black dress, dotted in the whiteness, like a black pearl. People's attention, that beautiful and gorgeous figure, just by looking at it, people will be confused in it.

"Master Ji Jun, are we really going to go to that piece of permafrost? This is probably a conspiracy."

The loyal knight stood respectfully behind the beautiful princess and asked softly.

"No, this is not a conspiracy, this is a pure conspiracy, we have to go to that frozen land, but we don't need to be stupid to just step into it, let the Magic Association, the Church of the Holy Church and those dead Ancestors, let’s dance on the stage first.”

The girl gently opened the sandalwood mouth, and the cool voice reminded people of the ice branches on the snowy pines and cypresses. It was crystal clear, and it was like jade beads falling on the plate.

"But Your Highness Ji Jun, your body..."

The knight asked hesitantly.

"It doesn't matter, I have already prepared for it. This time, I am afraid that you will need to release the magic power you have accumulated for many years, Casey Paluge (Primate. Murder Primate Killer)."

The noble princess said gracefully.

"Fu~fu~"

The cat demon in Arthurian legend makes a cute meow. again.

Chapter 16 This is the choice of human reason

"My brother once tried to assassinate the Tsar, but he failed and was hanged at the age of 21. He had a great influence on me. He would rather hang himself than change his views to cater to the forgiveness of the enemy. , I saw with my own eyes that he was sentenced to death, but his ending also told me that this road will not work, and we need to change another road to move forward."

In a small roadside shop in St. Petersburg, a man in his thirties, wearing a neat suit and tie, was talking firmly to the priest opposite him, as if he was praying or confessing, more like expounding on himself Ideal life.

The man's hair is thin and bald, but his straight waist and the enthusiasm in his words make him full of vigorous motivation, like a leader, radiating the light like the sun.

"But I'm a little confused now. This time the movement failed again. I'm sorry, Father. I can't tell you what it is. If you know it, it may put you in danger, but I still I want to hear advice you can give me."

The man looked sad, as if he had encountered ups and downs in his life and was entering the most confused stage. He longed for someone to encourage him, motivate him, and let him continue on that difficult and dangerous road.

The priest just looked at the somewhat anxious man opposite with a gentle expression, and said softly: "...The Lord said: I have not come to bring peace to the world, but to bring war to the world."

The priest's words seemed to have a magical power, which gradually calmed down the irritable man on the opposite side. The man thought for a moment, and then said: "...This is the holy word in the Gospel of Matthew."

Apparently, men also read through the Bible.

He showed a thoughtful expression, the eagerness and irritability on his face gradually disappeared, and he showed a friendly smile: "...I seem to understand a little bit, Father, I don't know why, when I see you, I feel a pang in my heart." An Ning, it seems that all my doubts can be answered here, and all my questions can be explained, this cup of coffee is regarded as my invitation to you, thank you very much for your teaching."

The man drank the half cup of coffee left in front of him in one gulp, then took out his money and prepared to pay the bill.

After hesitating for a moment, he took out a book from his bag. The pages of the book were yellowed and untidy, like a handwritten book.

"I have nothing to thank you for. If you don't mind this book, it's the original manuscript of a book I wrote. It's not worth a lot of money, but I think it's my life in this world. proof."

The priest silently took the book from the man, looked at the familiar name on it, said nothing, just nodded and accepted it.

"I'm sorry, that's my pen name, as for my real name, that's not important, I may need to leave, leave my country, I don't know what the future holds, I don't know what's going to happen to this precarious country, But now I am full of fighting spirit!"

In a hurry, the man picked up his bag.

"Maybe you need my help. If you want to leave this country, I can provide you with a more convenient path."

The priest suddenly spoke at this moment.

The man paused, and showed a happy smile to the priest, "... I shouldn't trust strangers casually, it's a very dangerous behavior, but my heart is telling me, I should trust you, if You can provide me with a safe way to escape, and I am really troublesome to you."

"You're welcome, comrade, this is a human choice!"

...

After sending the man away, Roy carefully put away the manuscript he sent, and then walked to the street.

"The weather is getting colder."

Roy looked up at the sky. Although the sun was shining warmly on his body, the biting wind was gradually blowing in the air. As a country with high latitudes in the north, the warm sun in this permafrost is always a luxury, just like his The city where it is located has an average annual temperature of only 5 degrees, and even in the hottest July, the average temperature is only 17 degrees.

Pedestrians in shabby work clothes hurriedly walked on the street, and there was a touch of joy in their expressions. Not long ago, the Tsar promised the people that he would carry out reforms, give the people as much power and welfare as possible, and improve the labor intensity and labor intensity of the workers. environment.

But Roy knew that this was just a way for the Tsar to delay time. Nicholas II was obsessed with the power in his hands, and it was impossible to give up. He just wanted to deceive the people by means of deception, and then used other methods to transfer The easiest solution to domestic conflicts is undoubtedly - war!

"Just like the decadent dynasty in the East, the top-down reforms are nothing more than deceit, and they are the means used by those in power to gain their own power. These two rotten countries that have already been riddled with holes in their interiors need Change from the bottom up... 0”

Roy sighed. Although he had a good relationship with Nicholas II's family, he would not be stupid to stand in front of the torrent of history. That was the direction of human reason.

The reason why Roy left his office and took to the street was because the ghouls in St. Petersburg have become a little rampant recently. Although the agents are trying to reason with the ghouls every night, they can't find the people behind the ghouls. Dead Apostles, even some casualties have been reported in the city. The legend of vampires has been seen in the newspapers, and the city residents are even more panicked.

This made the agents very embarrassed, and even ashamed to see him, the Patriarch, busy every day. Seeing this, Roy had no choice but to personally solve the vampire problem here.

Roy is a person who seeks his own government in his place. In the world of Godslayer, he perfectly shows the pride of the king and overlord. Here he is the Orthodox Patriarch. He has the responsibility and obligation to eliminate those heresies , to remove those human persecutors.

"Huh, magician?"

Roy paused and looked towards the side of the street, where a young girl was setting up a stall, looking like a child from a poor family was subsidizing the family.

Although the girl didn't wear any accessories, and the color of the clothes was very monotonous, most people might not be able to see it, but Roy knew that the 1.1 material of the clothes was expensive, and it was definitely not something ordinary people could afford. It is even more impossible to hide the magic power from Roy's eyes.

When he got closer, he saw a girl selling sand paintings. The content of the sand paintings was quite post-modernist, which was incompatible with the aesthetics of today's people. Therefore, although the sand paintings were exquisite, no one stopped.

Of course, Tsarist Russia is very poor now, and the people are even poorer, and ordinary people probably wouldn't spend money on these non-daily necessities.

"How much is this painting?"

Roy walked up to the girl sitting on the side of the road and asked in a gentle tone.

Like a little girl selling matches, the girl sitting on the side of the road suddenly heard someone asking her to buy a painting. She looked up, and when she saw that the person who came was a priest, she was shocked immediately, subconsciously She shrank her neck. .

Chapter Seventeen Aozaki Orange's Teacher

"It's so cold in St. Petersburg at night."

Yinolai hugged her coat tightly, and walked on the deserted night street, muttering dissatisfiedly.

The girl looked at the dark surroundings and couldn't help complaining: "...there are no kerosene lamps on the side of the road. This country is too backward and poor. Even if it can't be compared with London, at least it should have some light." ah!"

The aristocratic girl from London, England was in a rather bad mood.

As an old empire, after plundering a lot of wealth from major colonies around the world, the British Empire has experienced the Industrial Revolution and its economy is quite developed. London is the world's financial center during this period, and as the capital of the United Kingdom, the foundation of London The construction of facilities is simply not comparable to that of Tsarist Russia.

"I really regret coming to this arctic permafrost. If I were in London, I would be enjoying black tea and scones instead of being frozen here, but the air here is pretty good, better than the smoggy weather in London." much better."

After complaining for a long time, the girl was wandering on the street again, while being careful around her surroundings.

The legend of vampires has been circulating in St. Petersburg recently, but as a magician, the girl knows that they should not be vampires in people's impression, but just some ghouls. If 30 is just a ghoul, for her, the genius of the clock tower Still, it can be solved easily.

The three views of magicians are indeed different from ordinary people. If it is to reach the "root", then the magician group can do things such as treachery and relatives killing each other, but the premise of all this is that they can see the path to the "root". root” possibility.

But most of the time, magicians do not see the possibility of getting to the "root". At this time, magicians are still individuals. In the eyes of humans, their behavior can still be divided into 'good and evil'.

For example, in the face of non-human races such as dead disciples and ghouls, even magicians mostly disdain to be with them. If it does not affect themselves, magicians will be willing to eliminate these non-human races. Like what this girl is doing now.

Many people think that magicians will have no feelings even when facing their relatives, but in fact it is the opposite. As long as it is not related to the "root", magicians will love their own children more deeply than parents in ordinary families. The reason lies in the 'magic seal'.

For a long time, the magic engraving has become an organ-like existence of a magic family. Since it is an organ, there must be rejection. Only blood relatives can minimize the rejection when transplanting the magic engraving, and the magic engraving carries It is the research and expectation of a magic family from generation to generation. It can be said that the first purpose of a magician's life is to pursue the "root", and the means is to pass on the family's "magic engraving" until one generation completes the final form and reaches the "root". source".

Under such circumstances, magicians would naturally take good care of their children who could inherit the 'Magic Seal', because that was the continuation of their lives.

Inolai was walking on the deserted street. She thought about what happened during the day. As a nobleman, of course she would not be short of money to sell paintings for a living. This is just her personal preference, but here in St. Petersburg It was really too poor, and I didn't sell a single sand painting after sitting all afternoon.

No, no, at least one was sold. The person who bought the sand painting was a priest. When she saw the priest, she was startled. She thought it was the Church of the Holy Church who came to find fault. The Magic Association has never dealt with each other, and the two sides often have conflicts.

But inolai finally felt that he was overthinking. Magicians are good at 'concealment'. Unless this is the territory of a certain magic family and an enchantment is set up, it is difficult for a magician to be found hiding in the crowd. The Church of the Holy Church does not use these 'heresy' magic, so it is actually very difficult to find a certain magician in a city.

"Fortunately, that priest should have come to buy paintings, not from the Church of the Holy Church. It seems that he still has a sense of art and knows that my paintings are very good."

The young girl felt complacent when she thought of this, and she couldn't help muttering.

"Indeed, ma'am, your paintings are very futuristic. Although they seem to be incompatible with people's aesthetics nowadays, they are exactly the direction that people's aesthetics must go. From this point of view, ma'am, you have a unique view of 'beauty'. opinion."

"...But the value of the painter's works will always be displayed after the artist's death, so I dare not put a price on your works, ma'am. Maybe they will not be able to show their value until after the death of the lady."

A strange yet familiar gentle voice sounded from behind Yinolai, the girl felt a chill on her back, turned around quickly, and then saw the priest who bought her sand painting this afternoon.

The priest was wearing the same Orthodox uniform as in the afternoon, and he always had a modest and gentle smile on his face, which made people feel good. The most incredible thing was that the girl realized at this time that she had difficulty distinguishing the gender of the person in front of her. His age and even his appearance seemed to be a manifestation of contradictions, which made the girl think that this might be some kind of magic effect, and of course it should be called 'baptism chant' in the church.

"Agent?!"

Inolai is not stupid. If it is an ordinary priest, it is absolutely impossible to wander the streets so late. There are very few entertainment activities in this era. At this time, except for those nobles who will participate in various extravagant balls, ordinary people are absolutely All at home, especially these days when rumors of vampires are rampant.

And the priests who would appear to patrol the streets at night must be the lackeys of the Church of the Holy Church, those machines for killing heresies!

Roy did not admit or deny, but asked 723 with a smile: "...the night is very dangerous, ma'am! If someone who pursues art like you dies in this cold land, it may be A great loss for the art world."

Yinolai's expression changed, she thought it was a threat from the agent in front of her, and he was about to take action to eliminate the heresy!

Thinking of this, Yinolai also started to activate the magic power in the magic circuit, ready to deal with the attack at any time, and she even thought about how to escape. This is St. Petersburg, the old nest of the Orthodox Church, especially recently there are rumors of vampires. There are other agents, facing these killing machines, if there are a few more, she, the genius of the clock tower, will also fall here.

However, unlike Yinolai's imagination, the lackey of this church did not make a move. Instead, he looked like a gentleman who met a noble girl at a ball, and asked politely: "...Madam, I haven't asked your name yet."

"Inolai Baruyereta Artolohom!"

Without hesitation, the girl spoke her name proudly and openly.

"Oh? Baru Yeretta? So it's from the Creation Division of the Magic Association, and it's also a well-known monarchy family."

Roy showed a dazed look.

But Roy also knows that another identity of this Inole Baruyereta Artolohom is the future teacher of the famous "Crown Magician" Aozaki Orange! .

Chapter Eighteen: The Princess of Balueretta

The girl in front of me is very beautiful. She is seventeen or eighteen years old. Although she is wearing simple clothes and does not have any accessories on her body, she has an elegant and noble air. She has long golden hair and aqua blue pupils. She is impressively delicate. Although Wuguan is a magician, she is different from those old magicians. She does not have any decayed breath, and she also lacks the inhuman feeling of lack of morality.

A magician will only reveal his inferiority as a magician when he is pursuing the "root". In normal times, most magicians are relatively normal, and it is difficult for abnormal people to survive in human society.

"Inolai Baruyereta Artolohom, who are you as the current monarch of the Creation Section?"

There are twelve monarchs in the clock tower, and the names chosen by the members of the monarch faction are also very distinctive. The first is their real name, the middle is the name of the faction, and the last is their family name.

Just like the Inolai in front of her, Baru Yereta in her name represents that she came from the creation of Ke Baru Yereta, Artolohom is one of the many families in this faction, and Luo Yi remembered very clearly that Artolohom was the highest-ranking family in the Creation Department, that is, the monarch's family, and the other families could be said to be branches of Artolohom.

As long as Atolohom does not decline, generally speaking, each generation of Creation Branch monarchs will be members of this family.

Inolai knows that the more she denies the relationship with the Creator King at this time, the safer she is, because if she is an important member of the Artolohom family, she is likely to become a prisoner, but Inolai's pride makes her disdain Yu lied about this, she puffed up her chest, and said dignifiedly: "...the current head of the creation department, Baru Yereta, is my father!"

"Ha, so she is still the princess of Baru Yeretta, or maybe, one of the future twelve monarchs of the clock tower?"

Roy squinted at Enolai in front of him, which made the girl feel extremely nervous, and even began to think about whether to take the initiative to escape from this inexplicable agent.

He talked so much to himself, couldn't he be calling for people?

Yinolai felt a little uneasy, and his mind was full of thoughts.

"I know what you're thinking, ma'am... But rest assured, I'm not calling other agents, because..."

Before Roy finished speaking, his body flickered, and he came to Yinolai in a flash, and the distance between him and her was less than 50 centimeters.

Inolai's eyes widened, and horror flashed in her eyes. The opponent's speed was so fast, it was unbelievably fast, and even made her magic circuits and nerves unable to respond, let alone mobilize magic power.

"Because I alone can easily judge you, and I don't need other agents~."

While Roy was speaking, his hand fell on the girl's fragrant shoulder, and with the physical contact between the two, some kind of magic also aroused a reaction.

"Huh? As expected of the princess of Baru Yeretta, she actually wears such a powerful magic dress."

A piece of sand emerged from Yinolai's shoulder in vain. These sands formed a protection like armor. At the same time, the sand seemed to have its own will, following Roy's hand on Yinolai's shoulder, it was about to climb up .

At this time, Yinolai also came back to her senses. As the genius of the Clock Tower and the next head of the Creation Department, she received the most orthodox education for magicians in the Basic Department of the Clock Tower, and also studied Emperor Studies in the Law and Politics Department. At this time, he was not in a hurry, using the opportunity created by the magic dress, he began to chant the mantra with a stable mind, and there was a handful of sand in his hand.

Those sands are the tools for her painting.

For a magician, in order to activate magic, besides the magic power provided by the magic circuit and the connection to the magic base, the most important thing is a high concentration of spirit, so calmness is a must-have quality for magic warfare, and emotions such as tension are completely unnecessary. necessary things.

However, before Enolai finished reciting a section of the spell, she saw an ominous light suddenly flashing in the pair of strange double pupils of the agent in front of her, and the sand clinging to Roy's palm was climbing. The process stopped suddenly, and the sand turned into white salt stains in an instant. At the same time, Yinolai found that he had lost control of his body. From the surface of the skin to the internal organs of the nerves, everything seemed to be salting!

"Magic eye!"

The next monarch of the Creation Division exclaimed in a horrified tone.

"At least it's a jewel-level magic eye!"