savior epic

Chapter 67 Precious Blood Choice
Pepper Girl's extravagant hope is that after the first two bodies have died one by one, this innocent body will ascend to heaven on feathers and maple leaves at one o'clock in the noon when everyone is drowsy, and cross the triple world from the long river of time , to see to the gate of heaven.In addition, it is best to be canonized after death, the relics of the saints will be handed down to future generations, and the philosophical words spoken are expected to be recorded on murals or scriptures.Then, one evening, the white-haired Chen Yi could recall his saint wife in dementia, and when she was chanting her name, she could suddenly hear the angels playing the wooden flute, watching her coming from the sky, holding his hand, To endless happiness.

So now, Hedwig's words made her feel that she was one step closer to her extravagant hope.

She nodded shyly but softly at Hedwig.

Holding the copper lamp, Miss Pepper took the initiative to say: "I came to see Mr., I have something to ask him, sorry to bother you so late."

Hedwig nodded and accepted Lomea's explanation.

"Okay, I have to go. It's time for a curfew. Sir, you should go to bed too. I wish you good night." Lomea said, she winked at Chen Yi.

Chen Yi looked at her with a gentle smile, and waved her hand, "Luomea, good night."

Luomea who came with the copper lamp left, Chen Yi raised her head and looked at her sister for a moment.

"Brother, the door at home is bolted." Hedwig said helplessly.

Chen Yi also remembered that the door of the house was not a lock embedded in the wooden door.

"Okay, I'll climb up."

As she said that, Chen Yi climbed up the wall and climbed towards the study on the slightly protruding foundation. Hedwig stepped back a little, watching her brother crawl back into the study.

"I'll install the curtains later." Before her sister could speak, Chen Yi said first, and added, "I promise you there will be no next time."

Hedwig opened his mouth, everything he wanted to say was stuffed back into his stomach by his elder brother who predicted in advance,

"That's good." She paused, and said in a low voice, "I was a little scared when you went out suddenly."

"Thought there was another accident like last time?"

"Yes." Hedwig simply replied, "Do you still want to engage in rituals?"

Hearing the word "ceremony", Chen Yi took a deep look at her: "No. It's all done."

"Then I'll go back to sleep." After Hedwig finished speaking, she walked out through the crack of the door sideways.

Chen Yi let out a sigh of relief, and wiped off the magic circle on the ground with a wool cloth, the sacrifice was consumed.

Sitting back on the chair, lighting the rush lamp, Chen Yi took out the linen paper and quill pen that were stuck in the book.

"The drop of blood that overflowed from the silver bottle fell on Hedwig's grave." Chen Yi wrote it down on the paper, "Then why... I was the one who boarded the Sea of ​​Thousand Pillars of Clouds, not Hedwig? "

As soon as I wrote it down, subconscious thoughts popped up one by one.

Chen Yi had read in a certain occult book that the remnant soul of the saint resided in the holy object, and after breaking away from the seal, there would be a tendency to choose a successor.

"Could it be because that drop of blood didn't choose Hedwig, but the Pune family? I'm my uncle's nephew, so..."

Chen Yi knows that there is a weak spiritual link between families, which is also called telepathy. For example, when a child dies, the sudden tingling and panic in the mother's chest, or for an old man who has passed away. To dream.

Probably, the drop of silver blood came to him along the spiritual link.

"But...then why not, it fell on the uncle who died fighting for the Holy Land, but on Hedwig."

"Could it be that Hedwig was really chosen? But why didn't Hedwig. Instead, I climbed above the sea of ​​clouds, no, no," Chen Yi murmured, turning her head, her gaze seemed to pass through the room, "It chose Hedwig, not my Hedwig."

He almost forgot that Hedwig, who had been with him for a long time, was just a memory projection.

The cousin who shed the blood of the Punye family has passed away for many years.

"It chose Hedwig, but because Hedwig has passed away, it came to me along the bloodline?"

Think it over.Chen Yi still felt weird, and she still knew very little, so it was difficult to straighten things out.

Choosing a person who has passed away, the choice of this drop of blood is too weird, and it is difficult to stand up logically.

It is impossible to fall on Hedwig's grave by accident.

He can only write down these thoughts first.

"Well, this drop of blood is the precious blood of St. Vinakana. We must learn more about her." Chen Yi only knew that she was the patron saint of Kexi and the last saint who was canonized alive.

"Also. That drop of blood doesn't seem to directly create the Sea of ​​Thousand Pillars of Clouds, but more like the key to unlock the Sea of ​​Thousand Pillars of Clouds."

Based on what she knew, Chen Yi made the most possible inference.

After scribbling down some subconscious thoughts, Chen Yi put down the quill, took a breath, and read the almost full linen paper from the beginning.

After reading it, Chen Yi re-entered "The Past".

"Rest first, it's too exhausting, go to the Kingdom of God tomorrow night, play it over and see, huh, I don't know what the result will be." Chen Yi stood up, arranged the chairs, and left the study.

Rita Salem.

Boanlan City.

In the Cathedral of the Nativity, each bishop has his own prayer room, which is similar to each other, and the pope's prayer room is the same.In order to cope with the cold and windy days of Rita Salen Island in winter, a fireplace is essential. There are a pair of iron grates inside, and the two ends of the grate are decorated with angel statues, and silver foil is pasted to reflect the firelight.

The pope sat in this warm prayer room, his palms stroking the black velvet blanket on his lap.

He stared at the other side of the window.

The prayer room across the confessional window is always the best place for intimate conversations.

The head of the Poor Knights, Marco folded his hands and sat opposite the Pope.

"My great father, the agent of the Supreme Lord in the world, you mean...do you want us to investigate who is sealed?" Marco considered his words.

"My child, yes, you should have heard the cathedral bell too, for decades we have gained another saint."

"Praise my lord, thank my lord." Marko could not help but gesture, "My great father, my brothers and I are happy to accept this task, but where is our goal?"

"The prophecy I obtained told me that it is in the Holy Land, in Baiyincana."

"The city we lost? Lord, gods, this divine guidance." Marko frowned, solemnly and tremblingly said: "My great father, we should launch the recovery movement again, with that stupid Emperor Deschanel cooperates to take up the sword and retake the holy place of the Lord and the gods."

"Calm down, Marco," the Pope scolded slightly. He didn't dare to tell Marco his doubts, so he could only say, "The first task is to find out who the new saint is? Then find out, where is it?" A saint canonized by an angel. Do not be seduced by impulse."

Marco calmed down after hearing the words, and then said: "My great father, how do you think we should start investigating?"

The Pope pondered for a while, and said: "Investigate secretly, follow the footsteps of angels or miracles. Since you canonize saints, there must be remnants of divine power. Remember, the Holy Land is still in the hands of pagans. Don't make a big fuss and do it secretly."

Marco shrugged his gray eyebrows, and said: "My brother knights always act brightly and virtuously. I'm afraid it's difficult to do it secretly. However, I know a cultivator is capable of it."

"Which Order?"

"The Holy Maiden Sword Order, those nun knights are also the vassal knights of our knights."

(End of this chapter)