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Karina shouted for the coachman to stop the carriage, raised her skirt and jumped into the muddy road, where she helped the muddy old man beside the muddy road.

The old man wiped the mud on his face and said with a smile: "Hehe, as expected of the first generation of knowledge popes, people have been dead for thousands of years, and a broken piece of wood used to roll parchment almost broke my old bones. dismantled."

Karina dragged the old man back into the carriage and put away the parchment angrily. "I knew it would be like this, I should have continued to hide it from you if I knew it earlier!"

The old man spat the mud in his mouth out of the car, took out a silk handkerchief to clean up the mud on his face, and apologized with a smile: "Don't be angry, don't be angry, I just want to see the quality of this thing and estimate the approximate price. ."

It's okay that he didn't explain, but Karina got even more angry when he explained it.

"Teacher, what price do you estimate! This is the holy relic of the first generation of the Pope, so it's fine to keep it privately. As long as the Church of Knowledge is not dissolved, who would dare to buy or sell it privately?"

The old man pouted in disapproval. "What happened to the holy relic, it's not like I haven't sold it."

Karina knew a lot about her teacher's stinky problems, and snorted coldly and pulled the wrinkled skin on his face.

"It was sold! A sacred relic of the seventh-order natural sequence, the divine punishment on it made you more than thirty years old, do you look like a fifty-year-old this year? The skin on your face is more wrinkled than a ninety-year-old. , I still want to sell the sacred relics of our Church of Knowledge, and when I take care of it, I will be turned into an idiot!"

The old man waved his hand cheekily. "That's all old stuff. You were only five years old, and you remember so clearly what you were doing. In short, it's much easier for you to have this stuff. You can use him to check Battelle Elon, and you'll know why I'm not optimistic about Farley. The Er family. As for the quill, the feathers of monsters above level 4 should be enough."

The round-faced girl looked at her teacher with suspicious eyes, but she still took out a jet-black quill pen without any ink, and directly wrote the name of Bartel Elon on the front of the parchment scroll.

When she finished writing the last stroke, the jet-black quill blew up like a punctured balloon, and the black fine velvet snow fell on the parchment roll and slowly seeped into it, faintly Lines of thin ink marks appeared on the yellow paper.

Karina frowned, pouted her mouth and blew off the excess lint, squinted her eyes and carefully examined the Zebra Scroll, trying her best to identify the words on it among the large spots.

"Huh? He is the ancestor of the Northern Principality? Isn't this equivalent to exchanging territory with Flange? What does that count as complete overthrow? Wait! The gate of the dead country! The first Pope Apollo of the God of Light! What is the bloodline of original sin? thing?"

Karina's expression became more and more solemn, and she habitually put her thumb to her mouth and bit it.

"Flange is one of the exits of the Gate of the Dead Kingdom? The grand dukes of the seven principalities are all demons of mixed races? In order to suppress the Gate of the Dead Kingdom, the blood descendants of the seven principalities are absolutely not allowed to be killed?

What a joke! Demons are born to be professionals above the fourth rank, and the mixed blood has at least the third rank. That Peter can't even beat ordinary people, how could he be a devil! "

The text on the parchment scroll is extremely dense, but those light ink marks are gradually fading away.

Karina frowned in dissatisfaction, took out a quill from the ring again, and wrote Battelle's name again and again. In just ten minutes, she actually used five or six quills. The old man on the side looked straight. Jump.

"Karina... Why don't I tell you, you use the feathers of the fourth-order black-tailed crow, and the number of these things in the chamber of commerce is not very large..."

"Shut up!" Karina, whose face was gradually dripping with sweat, tightened her face, took out a black quill pen again, and wrote again without hesitation.

"Karina... This thing is very expensive, ten feathers cost 5,000 gold gold, the key black-tailed crow is too difficult to catch, this thing is not easy to buy if you have money, do you want to save some... "

Karina completely ignored her master's broken thoughts, pursed her lips and took out the eleventh quill. After writing a few more strokes, the feather exploded, and along with the quill, there was the old man. That fragile mind.

"Ka... Carrie..."

"I see!" Karina let out a long sigh of relief and spread the scroll on her skirt with relief.

"The blood of the direct descendants of the seven principalities is mixed with the blood of seven kinds of demons, the mad war demon, the lazy demon, the mammon demon, the demon fly, the succubus, the snake whale demon, and the fallen angel. Each of these kinds of demons represents a The most primitive desire, and the person who conquered the land of Flange is the saint who is completely above desire.

Conquering the most extreme desire with the blood of sin is simply man-made saints! No wonder! No wonder there will always be only seven principalities in this land, and there will be a war every five hundred years or so! To be able to think of such a method to suppress the gate of the dead country, Lord Apollo truly deserves to be the strongest pope known as the "Legacy of the Holy Light"! "

The old man on the side looked at the down scattered all over the floor with heartache, and covered his heart with some discomfort.

"Well... that's basically what it means, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Anyway, who can become the ruler of this land can only always be the descendants of these seven duchies. King Frank I defeated Elon, but with 'proud' 'Instead of 'Rage', the order of Flange has never changed, compared to the replacement of kingship, ensuring the birth of 'Saints' is the only mission of these seven principalities."

Karina nodded and said thoughtfully, "Since King Fran I unified this land, then the saint of the previous generation is King Fran I? The book I read said, King Fran I. He disappeared suddenly on his 40th birthday and has never been seen since, did he go to close the gate of the dead country and die in battle?"

The old man nodded slightly, then shook his head and sighed. "It's barely considered death in battle, but it's a bit troublesome to explain. Well, let me ask you a question first. Karina, what kind of existence do you think a saint is?"

Karina was stunned when she heard the words, she really hadn't thought about this issue.

After recalling the books she had read, she hesitantly memorized the definition: "Saints are the chosen ones loved by the true God, often ordinary people with pure minds or strong obsessions, who can carry far more than other human beings. The divine power is the best carrier of divine descent..."

Back here, she suddenly felt something was wrong. "Wait, haven't the true gods come for thousands of years? If there is no true god, then Frank I is just a third-order great knight. Why should a third-order professional close the door of the dead country?"

The old man replied with a smile, "You have already said the answer."

"When did I say...carrying supernatural power far beyond others? Isn't the so-called saint just a big supernatural power bomb!"