You call this a black hand?

Chapter 371 The Request of the Child of Destiny (Two in One)

Waves of heat are constantly coming from the fireplace burning with a strong flame, and the accompanying light will cast a bright yellow warm color on the approaching sofa and the brown wooden floor in front of the sofa.

The sofa fabric is soft and the style is single, but there are three of them, placed here in a semi-arc shape, and the style of the combination looks quite leisurely.

But now only Mellen was sitting in the middle seat, facing the fireplace.

The two silver-haired girls seemed more accustomed to sitting cross-legged on the floor, near the flames.

When Melen saw this situation before, he still thought that they seemed to like flames. But at this moment, Melen had no time to care about anything else.

In his mind, there was a prayer that was constantly being perfected.

This prayer comes from the Truth believers, and is a prayer they usually recite silently before they die.

But before Melen appeared, believers never had any special effect when praying with this prayer, so it was not taken seriously.

It wasn't until Caesar, Hand of God of the Church of the Night, was seriously injured and dying that he encountered the blessing of fate and broke through to the realm of a saint on earth, the prayer became extremely special.

While thinking about the space of the Lord God, Meren discovered the existence of this prayer and gave it to Sister Lydia, who had sufficient reserves of religious knowledge, to improve and study it. She did produce some results.

But this just makes the prayers more relaxed in connection with some kind of "restrictions" on the prayers.

For example, only the prayers of truth believers with corresponding beliefs in their hearts can make Melen feel something. This feeling is still very weak. Except for people who have seen him in reality, other believers, no matter how devout they are, will not be able to feel it.

Unable to contact them.

The improved prayer is still unavoidable with this weak effect, but its audience is not limited to truth believers.

Considering that before the prayer was improved, Caesar, a non-truth believer, had already succeeded in a similar situation, so this improvement is not a big progress.

But as an improver, it actually didn’t take long for Lydia to do this. After Melen made some requests, she already had ideas for improvement for the next version.

However, this matter was quietly interrupted before it started - the two people's attention was attracted by the phenomenon of time travel.

The improvement of the prayer was not something that was urgent at first. Mellen originally thought that after the two of them had stabilized their exploration of traveling through time and space, they would then consider further improvements.

But now, as his thinking entered a special state, this matter jumped out of his mind.

After "formulating" the research direction, he instinctively screened out some knowledge from the memory inheritance of the past potion professors and paladins. Then, in conjunction with this prayer, under the influence of a very strange energy, he began to

Mixed evolution.

The wonderful energy is similar to the fruit's wish-fulfilling effect, allowing Mellen, who originally did not have enough knowledge reserves, to have some unfamiliar knowledge emerge in his mind that can cooperate with the evolution.

The emergence of this knowledge was not born out of thin air, but was supplemented and fabricated based on memories that he had already mastered, but was not proficient in or only dabbled in.

The whole process is very wonderful. A few seconds of thinking seems to be comparable to what ordinary people can achieve in a whole year.

However, although this situation made the progress visible to the naked eye, the brain cells seemed to be boiling, making Melen feel that his head was swelling and even gradually felt like it was about to explode.

If this happened to him in a normal state, not only would his state not last long, it would probably cause irreversible overdraft damage to the body itself.

However, at this time, under the influence of the "blood orange", a "healing" energy was always entangled in it, preventing things from becoming difficult to control.

Therefore, Mellen had no worries and could focus all his attention on the prayer.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

Everything in his mind was like thousands of hours passing by rapidly, and the situation was extremely complicated and changeable. On the surface, Melen only took a few mouthfuls of fruit pulp, and then he suddenly froze on the spot motionless.

Next to him, No. 1, who was a little frustrated by his previous criticism, and Sylvie, who had been staring at the oranges left in Meren's hand, soon realized that something seemed amiss.

"Maybe, it's too delicious?"

Sylvie, who was sitting cross-legged in front of the fireplace, still said reluctantly: "I really should have let you taste the red orange yesterday. After my brother ate it, you will definitely not be able to eat it."

They have special constitutions. When they eat fruits, they just eat fruits and can feel the corresponding taste, but the effects of fruits will not work on them.

So for a while, the two of them had no idea what Melen was going through now.

But many times of teaching had already allowed Melen to initially establish his authority in front of these two idiots, so after Sylvie raised her hand and waved it in the air in front of Melen's eyes, but got no response, they decided to

I won't bother you for now.

To be cautious, the two girls even tiptoed and cautiously left the fireplace area.

"Brother Mellen is not a stingy person."

When Bai Nen walked barefoot up the stairs to the second floor, No. 1 was still defending his beloved brother, and looked at the stingy Sylvie next to him with a helpless look.

"But they're so delicious."

Sylvie also didn't wear shoes, and her pair of petite feet stepped on the wooden polished stairs, leaving behind a series of hazy and lovely body temperature footprints. Her steps looked a little cheerful, but her tone was gloomy.

"Just like you, it's very comfortable to hold, so that night my brother refused to let go when he hugged me."

At this point, she pursed her lips and said with a sad face: "Just watch, I tasted this last time, and my brother will definitely not let you go tonight."

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

No. 1's face turned red when he heard this.

Although she is a husband, she seems to be more sensitive than Sylvie as a wife in this regard.

But I don’t know why, but No. 1 didn’t resist this.

Thinking of the feeling she had when her brother held her in his arms before going to bed last time, she even had some inexplicable expectations for the night.

"But it seems that brother doesn't have time to help us clean the spring water today."

Sylvie had no idea what her husband was thinking next to her. She was still lamenting to herself, "If I had known earlier, we should have taken out those red oranges later."

"It's okay, there's no need to worry about this."

Number 1 responded in a low voice. Although he was a little absent-minded, his tone was extremely determined, "Since brother agreed, he will definitely help us."

…

The laws of time and space are mysterious and unpredictable. Even if he can directly participate, Mellen has no clue how to smooth out certain laws.

But just as he had thought before, when he entered this initial kingdom of heaven, everything in reality was "slowed down," as if one day in the sky and one year on the earth, but the effect was not so exaggerated.

But even so, the lack of synchronization between the two time nodes also brought him a lot of convenience.

However, this situation changed as he gradually improved the prayer in his mind - in reality, the relatively slowed down time became faster and faster, and finally became completely synchronized.

It seems as if something is spreading from the past and extending into the future, pulling the two time nodes closer together.

This situation is bound to cause some unknown consequences.

But now, even Meren himself, the person involved, knows nothing about all this.

People in reality are even less clear.

At this time, in a small town on the border of the Northern Empire.

The biting cold wind blew from the depths of the ice field outside the town, and bursts of frost-like snow particles were carried by the wind, constantly slapping on the faces of a group of pedestrians, occasionally causing them to whisper about the weather.

The sun was shining brightly overhead, but there were no other pedestrians on the road.

On the other hand, among the buildings on both sides of the street, there are many eyes, quietly watching this group of truth believers, with fear, curiosity, scrutiny, and surprise...

All kinds of emotions are growing in dark corners, which means that these bystanders are not simple.

However, at this moment, even if they were aware of this, no one in the team of nearly a hundred people was moved by it.

In other words, they don't have the extra energy to focus on the bystanders around them who have ulterior motives.

"It must be the blessing of the son of destiny that we can escape this disaster."

They had no intention of staying in this small town, so the Truth believers were always on their way, but their trivial conversations continued, and they did not shy away from being listened to by others.

"But who are those enemies?"

"No matter who they are, they didn't take advantage."

"I seem to have aged more than ten years. Damn it, can anyone tell me what happened?"

"If I remember correctly, what plan are we executing?"

"..."

"..."

"Maybe this is a miracle."

The queue dragged on and seemed very long as it walked on the street. The leader was Caesar with red hair. Next to him there was another young man with red hair, holding a faint blue "lamp" in his hand, looking at him warily.

Look at your surroundings.

"Mysterious, incomprehensible, even incomprehensible."

Caesar ignored the surrounding situation. He murmured to himself while stroking a few new strands of white hair on the back of his head.

There seems to be an error in memory.

After catching the evil god's sacrifice, he and Guderian led a group of truth believers to the border of the empire, but realized that there were some people with malicious intentions who wanted to cause trouble.

In order to find out who this group of people was, the two of them discussed a conspiracy. His tribesman, the young man next to him, would hold on to the sacrifice, while he and Guderian pretended to be transferred away from the mountain.

Everything should have been going in an orderly manner, but what happened later was out of control.

What exactly was beyond his control, Caesar couldn't really tell.

He only knew that there were no casualties in his team, nor in the enemy, but both sides were "seriously injured", and their vitality was generally dim.

Then, the time doesn't match up.

When the war started, it should have been midnight, but in the blink of an eye, it turned into ten minutes before dawn!

The most special thing is that the attackers, who were supposed to launch a fierce attack, just started their battle and retreated inexplicably...

Everything seemed extremely strange, and Caesar was very confused about it - this kind of emotion rarely appeared in people of his level, but other than confused, he couldn't describe it now.

What confused him even more was that he couldn't remember where Guderian, the other leader of the team, had gone at this time.

"It seems that you are going to follow those enemies?"

Caesar was unsure about this.

The enemy retreated inexplicably, and our own people followed to investigate. This should be a very normal move, and it is not difficult to imagine.

But he always felt that this was not the case.

If not to investigate, what are you going to do?

He couldn't figure it out and couldn't remember certain things. What happened last night was like a dream. It felt very real in the dream, but when he woke up, his memory became hazy and obscure, and most of the details were forgotten.

"It seems that someone from the church is nearby, Lord Caesar."

Suddenly someone came to report the news, interrupting Caesar's thoughts. After he responded, he glanced around and saw the target smoothly.

It was a middle-aged man with a rough face, pretending to be a roadside fishmonger. He was currently scraping fish scales in front of the stall with his head lowered. He occasionally raised his eyes and showed an appropriate curiosity towards the truth believers like other passers-by.

"People of Nightingale."

Caesar sighed secretly when he saw this.

As the deputy commander of the Holy Army in the Church of the Night, his relationship with the Pope is actually very close, but this refers to the previous Pope.

While he was busy catching sacrifices for his belief in destiny, an accident occurred in the church, resulting in the Pope being forced to abdicate.

Although he knew the new pope, he only knew him. What he might think, Caesar could not guess at all.

But looking at the way he sent people to stare at him at this time, it was enough to indicate something.

"If it doesn't work, just kill him."

Caesar thought.

Only some senior members of the Shinrikyo knew about his conversion to the Original Truth Religion. Although outsiders knew that he had been favored by fate and had received great benefits, they did not know that this favor had turned him into a fanatical believer in fate.

Therefore, although he, as one of the leaders of the Church of the Night, participated in this sacrifice, most people just thought that he was returning a favor.

After all, it is difficult for normal people to imagine that a person with Caesar's background would change his family and his beliefs.

Caesar himself did not want to openly throw himself into the arms of the child of destiny now.

Because he felt that maintaining his current identity would be more beneficial to the Original Truth Religion.

He even considered usurping the throne to become the Pope, so that he could secretly develop the huge Church of the Night into a force that could be manipulated by the Son of Destiny.

However, considering that there are some mysteries in the Church of the Night that he cannot figure out, his thoughts are still limited to thoughts at the moment.

But if the church wants to start targeting him, then no matter how immature the idea is, there must be room for careful consideration...

"Let's start by investigating those black knights. Don't be too impulsive."

When he withdrew his gaze from observing the fishmonger, Caesar secretly made a decision.

Wearing black armor, the strange and powerful knight was one of the mysteries in the Church of Night that he could not figure out.

He originally only learned about the existence of such people by accident. Although he was curious, he was not very curious.

But ever since he was favored by fate, he had some kind of wonderful connection with the child of destiny.

This kind of connection cannot allow him to communicate with the Child of Destiny, but it can make him vaguely feel what the Child of Destiny needs.

One of his needs is to find out the details of those black knights.

This is difficult because there is no corresponding record in the church. The Black Knight seems to be some kind of secret that only the Pope is qualified to understand.

But it's not too difficult, or at the moment, it's not too difficult.

Because now, the old pope has just abdicated, but he has not yet left his field of vision...

After escorting the sacrifices safely to the empire, it was time for him to retire as Caesar, so he began to consider that he should go to see his old friend next.

However, not long after this idea was born, it was interrupted by other thoughts.

The thought is not a simple thought, but a very unique memory that emerges inexplicably, but it does not come from Caesar himself.

His expression was stunned for a moment, then ecstatic, and then he frowned slightly and began to feel embarrassed.

"Promote a prayer within the Church of Night? It would be best if those black knights also read it?"

Caesar had doubts in his mind.

Why does the great son of destiny have such a strange request?

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