The sun is high

Today, the driver responsible for driving Muller had a strange face. He was a little silent. Apart from saying hello when Muller got in the car, he didn't say anything else.

In this way, he drove Mueller through the still somewhat chaotic streets and passed the intersections guarded by mages and royal guards.

The city of Morgriff today is completely different from the past.

"Morgleaf" means "snow-white stone castle" in the Old Northern dialect, so it has been used to this day.

As the capital of the Kingdom of St. Steele, the construction level of this huge city may not be comparable to that of Bolden City, the capital of the Kingdom of Walter. However, the cold climate and the unique architectural forms of the north have also made this city The ancient city adds a lot of unique charm.

In the past, those wide, white streets paved with long stone bricks always gave people a solemn and solemn feeling, but now, Muller felt that everything in front of him had become cramped and narrow.

It is clear that the end of winter has arrived, but most of the people who dare to walk on the streets are women who go out to purchase daily necessities for their families. They wrap their heads in hoods and scarves, keeping their eyes on the ground, for fear of offending those aggressive people. Royal guards, but even so, the mages patrolling back and forth will still stop one or two people for questioning from time to time.

There are still blood stains on the road that have not yet been cleaned up. It is not clear whether it came from the protesting people or an injured guard.

The vehicle just ran over those marks, and after turning the corner, Muller saw the very familiar towering spire.

The palaces of the St. Steele royal family also use spire structures, but the spires of houses in the north are often not as sharp as those in the Kingdom of Walter. Under the influence of a series of factors such as culture, history, weather, etc., these buildings They are often designed to be more layered, and under those spires, some more rounded and soft structures are also used.

Mueller pursed his lips and studied the spiers quietly.

He saw a faint smoke rising in the sky and clouds behind the spire. It seemed that there was a fire somewhere around Morgriff City. However, it seemed that the scale of the fire should be relatively limited, and some faint smoke was heard. The crisp sound of gunfire indicated that the source of the smoke was probably some residents or miners who were in conflict with the royal guards.

The vehicle carried him around to the side of the huge palace and stopped on a street guarded by many guards.

"We're here, Mr. Mueller."

The driver stopped the car, whispered something, and then opened the door for Mueller. At this time, the ambassador of the Walter Kingdom finally had the opportunity to take a look at the driver - this was an ordinary-looking man. An ordinary middle-aged man, wearing a heavy St. Steele windbreaker. The clothes and hat were a little worn, and there were two patches on them.

Muller looked at the middle-aged man carefully, and when he saw that the other man just smiled at him gently, he took his hat and coat and got out of the car.

He is also very familiar with this route. Guests who normally visit the royal family or participate in royal activities usually enter from the side entrance of the palace square. This has always been the case in the past.

But before Mueller had taken two steps, he heard footsteps coming from behind. He turned around in surprise, only to see that the ordinary driver from before was chasing after him, and in his right hand, there was an extra A long metal cane seemed to have some complicated patterns on it, but Muller couldn't see clearly.

The middle-aged man walked up to Mueller. He still had a friendly and gentle smile on his face, but his body was already straight, and the sense of humility in his body was gone.

Muller was of course keen. He glanced at the other party in surprise, and then asked: "You are not the driver, are you?"

The middle-aged man slowed down and walked side by side with Mueller. He smiled and said, "Ah, it was indeed just a whim. Mr. Mueller, how did you tell that?"

"Sir, the St. Steele government and the royal family will not allow their drivers to have patches on their clothes, and no drivers will carry canes when going out. Isn't this obvious?"

"Haha, you are right."

The middle-aged man's cane gently tapped the cold stone pavement, and every time it made a strange crisp sound, it was like a metal coin falling to the ground. Then he said: "I am the same as you. You are a guest attending the 'Fire of Life' ceremony. I heard that I had the opportunity to chat with the ambassador of the Kingdom of Walter, so I acted as your driver without permission. My driving skills are not very good, are you satisfied?"

Listening to these obviously inappropriate words, Muller's right hand has dropped to his waist. Hidden on the side of his belt is a new pocket revolver, which is equipped with the weapons of the Plateau Council and the Votel Royal Family. A powerful bullet specially made by the workshop, it can provide some help in special situations.

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Mueller, I really just want to have a chat with you. After all, there are very few people like you who are both senior officials and understand the two kingdoms at the same time."

The middle-aged man seemed to have seen through Mueller's thoughts. He glanced at Mueller's body and introduced himself: "My name is Novi. I am an ordinary magic consultant. I am currently working with Yetvich. Will you feel more at ease if you say that the mages are collaborating to discuss some magical issues?"

Mueller's thoughts turned quickly. He put his hand on his waist, and then asked politely: "In that case, what does Consultant Novi want to know from me?"

"I want to know what is the attitude towards Saint Steele within the Kingdom of Walter?"

Novi paused, and then he added: "I mean, how do Princess Sophia, who leads the military, and the Ernst family view their northern allies?"

Mueller frowned: "Consultant Novi, you are a scholar who studies magic issues. Why do you need to know this? And I am just a messenger. I am afraid I can't tell you as much as you want to hear about these questions you raised. The answer comes.”

"oh?"

Novi was not very angry at Mueller's clear rejection. He touched his chin with little beard in embarrassment. His already small eyes narrowed even more, but this kind of The appearance made Mueller feel even more uneasy.

However, Novi did not continue to ask. He laughed dryly, and then said to himself: "Oh... As a scholar who studies magic, I occasionally get curious about the situation between countries. You see. , in such a short period of time, the war that was supposed to continue has inexplicably shown signs of stopping. The Votel people still occupy a large amount of the territory of the Goddess Plain, but the Delans accepted the truce instead. Agreement... Hey, on the contrary, Saint Steele, who is willing to continue the war and has the status of an ally on the plateau, is now an isolated party, how interesting."

"Consultant Novi, everyone can see the crisis brewing in Van En. The conflicts of interests between countries should give in in the face of greater crises. Don't you understand this truth?"

"I understand, I understand."

After listening to Mueller's words, Novi replied in a low voice, and then he handed the cane to his left hand, and suddenly grabbed Mueller's elbow with his right hand. At this moment, Ambassador Mueller only felt a wave of The biting cold current flowed and spread rapidly from the position where the opponent held him. In just a blink of an eye, they flowed throughout his body, but they bypassed his brain.

Under the influence of this force, Muller was horrified to find that his ability to control his body began to decline rapidly. His right hand, which was originally resting on his waist and ready to draw the weapon at any time, unconsciously dropped. He wanted to stand still, He called to the guard next to him, but he couldn't open his mouth or make any sound.

His body seemed to be taken over by a force, and he continued to walk forward stiffly.

"This way, this way, oh...be careful where you step, the stone bricks there are bulging."

Novi guided the way very "intimately", and then Mueller heard him say: "Mr. Mueller, you don't want to say more, which is normal. After all, you are still a loyal and responsible Votel official until now. But soon we will help you remove that layer of restraint, and then you can tell me everything you know."

Immediately afterwards, he heard Novi say: "There is still time before the ceremony starts, so you might as well be my audience...I invite you and so many people here today, mainly because I hope that you can become an important part of this ceremony." Witnesses, at the same time, I also hope that you can sincerely join us and become witnesses of a new era and new world."

Upon hearing this, Mueller immediately reacted, his expression became a little distorted, and there was even a bit of anger in his eyes.

"Ah, you guessed it right. The last 'Fire of Life' ceremony in the old era was organized by my Black Sun Society... Starting from today, starting from this Saint Steele, the Black Sun Society The curtain of ignorance will be torn apart bit by bit, and the gods who are truly worthy of belief, as well as the reality deliberately hidden by the false gods, will also reappear."

As he spoke slowly, he took Ambassador Muller, who was stiff, to his destination. Here, Muller saw the decorated royal square, and saw the magic crystal container that had been moved to the center of the square. The eternal fire of life in the audience also saw many "spectators" who looked horrified but could only sit quietly on the seats in the square.

There are many familiar faces inside, including officials from St. Steele, mages and scholars, famous writers, and several leaders of chambers of commerce...

Muller even saw a fat figure, the ambassador of the Kingdom of Hain to St. Steele, who was shivering in a chair.

Novi took Mueller and sat down on an empty chair. Then he waved to a mage wearing a ring robe, who immediately came over respectfully and took over Novi's work. The so-called magic consultant slowly walked towards the huge round platform where the fire of life was placed.

After boarding the round platform, Novi gently snapped his fingers, and the language constraints imposed on the spectators immediately disappeared. For a time, different voices such as abuse, questioning, and defense resounded throughout the square.

Novi obviously didn't care much about these chaotic sounds. He coughed twice, and then a figure came out from behind the container of the Fire of Life.

It was an old mage with a gloomy face.

In other words, it is the deep sea level mage, the high priest and messenger of the God of Life Sect - Yetvich.

The first person in charge of the Black Sun Society walked forward enthusiastically. He opened his hands and hugged the deep sea level mage fiercely: "Dear Yetvich, I heard that you had a bad day last night. ? Was he hit in the face with a shoe by the stupid believers of false gods?"

At this moment, the square became quiet.

For these "spectators" who are of different races, come from different countries and regions, and hold various important responsibilities in the upper class society of St. Steele, the betrayal and corruption of a deep-sea level mage is already considered a big deal. It was the final blow to their souls.

Immediately afterwards, Mueller heard an extremely loud plea.

It was a short goblin, and Muller recognized him. He was one of the main leaders of the St. Steele Chamber of Commerce. His chamber of commerce had always played an extremely important role in the trade of the plateau countries.

"Please, please let me go. I am not a believer in any god...I...let me join...I am willing to join the Black Sun Society! I just ask you to let me go!"

Goblins are always like this. Once they start begging for mercy, they burst into tears. Their unsightly appearance is even worse. Their huge ears droop down, like a stray dog ​​that has been kicked on the street.

Hearing such a voice, Novi's face immediately showed a look of joy. He patted the shoulder of Master Yetvich in front of him, and then pointed in the direction of the goblin with his stick.

So the old deep-sea mage sighed, walked down from the round platform, and walked slowly in the direction of the goblin merchant.

"Dear Yetvich, please let me go! We are willing to support the renovation of the Cedar Scholar Towers indefinitely, forever!"

The goblin businessman was completely desperate. He shouted at the top of his lungs, but his body was as stiff as a sculpture.

The deep-sea mage stood still in front of the goblin, and the gloomy look on his old face gradually dissipated.

Then, the horrified people heard the voice of the old mage: "Joining the Black Sun Society means that you will forever give up all your past beliefs. You will lose your race, nationality, and all your past identities. From now on, From now on, you will only have two identities."

"One, you will be a believer in the true god until your death."

"Two, you will be the enemy of all false gods and their followers for eternity."