Have You Considered Xinyue to Be a Military Division?

But this is the first time, someone told himself, no, the human world can be so beautiful.

Although there is no human breath in him, that kind of emotion, that kind of complex emotion, is a collection of various emotions of love and hate at the same time...

Hate it but love it, hate it but trust it, mourn its misfortune but be proud of it.

Although Vivienne didn't understand, she seemed to be infected, and her curiosity to explore and understand began to surge.

Are humans, humans, humans really that good?

"Let me make a bet with you, Miss Fairy." Neos said suddenly.

"What?" Vivian returned to her senses.

Nios said: "One day in the future, if there is such a person, regardless of gender, as long as he can make you have the impulse of 'maybe being a human is not so bad', no matter how small the impulse is, you will do it for him unconditionally. One thing."

To be honest, the bet was unfair.

But when she looked into his dark eyes, Wei Wei's heart jumped slightly.

While pretending to calmly nod in agreement, she thought about how she would deal with his conditions.

It's just a pity, he just smiled and didn't say anything.

She was a little disappointed, because he didn't seem to know that she actually lost this bet from the very beginning.

Chapter 13 The Holy Grail

Neos is not unaware of the fairy's attitude towards him, but he still firmly chooses to bid farewell to the fairy.

On the one hand, now is not a good time to fall in love.

On the other hand, although he still doesn't know anything about his own life experience, he has made progress anyway.

For example, I learned that there are gods in this world, and they used to live with humans, but now the magic power is exhausted, the gods disappear, and the age of the gods has declined.

And the fairy said that she feels familiar with herself, and it may be that the medium used in the summoning ceremony is the mud of the foggy mountain and the water of the fairy lake.

Then he is actually a clay figurine.

Do clay figurines bleed too?

Neos glanced at the tooth marks on his palm.

But speaking of clay figurines, it seems to be recorded in the "Epic of Gilgamesh" in the Memory Palace. King Gilgamesh's friend Enkidu is also a clay figurine, so do I have anything to do with him?

Neos had more questions.

And now that the clue about the summoning is broken, what is he going to do next?

Is it to travel around to see if there are Uruk and Huaxia in this world, and then go to explore?

Or try to search for clues to the legendary Holy Grail, to see if there is any connection with yourself?

Then look for the magic that he summoned just now.

As Neos walked and thought, a strange idea suddenly popped into his head.

Perhaps, this is a clue left to him by the former self?

The former "Neos" speculated about his actions after amnesia, and then buried the clues in it?

As expected of me.

Neos couldn't help but nodded narcissistically.

But why would I do this myself?

Although there are more and more doubts now, it proves that I am getting closer to the truth, and having a temporary goal is better than flying around like a headless chicken.

In short, the most urgent task is to figure out the situation of the whole world first.

The Celts had no writing of their own, and their calendars and histories were crude and messy.

I asked Fario before, and there was only a bunch of useless legends and myths, and I didn’t get any information. Other than that, I only knew that the Romans were very powerful, and before the Romans came, they even thought that the center of the world was under their feet .

So if you want to understand the fastest, you still have to seek the most civilized Rome.

After some analysis, Nios also had a preliminary plan for the next action.

Rome......

Neos thought in his heart, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

Then, let's go to see the most powerful country in the world.

......

Late at night, the hall of the Church of the Holy Sepulchre.

Candles were lit all around, and the candlelight swayed slightly, illuminating the tall cross standing in the center. On the cross was a bronze statue of the Son crucified, with a compassionate and inviolable look.

Huge shadows are cast on the marble floor tiles.

The saint Martha pushed open the door of the church, and an old man in a white robe was kneeling in the shadows, his eyes slightly closed, his palms folded, and he bowed his head and muttered softly.

"Bishop, are you looking for me?"

Martha walked in hurriedly, took off her cloak, and wrapped her proud figure in a sea-blue robe: "Is it because of the incident that day, or is it related to the Romans, who are going to collect taxes again?"

"Martha, I've been telling you, slow down, only when you slow down can you see the truth of everything in the world."

The old man slowly opened his eyes, his expression neither sad nor happy, "You are already a saint, you shouldn't always be so reckless and impatient."

Martha held a scepter in the shape of a cross, sat on a stool, and looked up at the person on the cross: "Maybe I am a saint to outsiders, but as long as I am in front of the Savior, I just feel like a person who has never left the village." girl."

"We all have a vulnerable side, even the savior, but we must eventually become indestructible and without weaknesses when facing the greatest evil in the world and thousands of people waiting for redemption."

"Sometimes someone has to make a sacrifice for the sake of more souls, for the greater good," the bishop said.

"Just like him, isn't it?" Martha tightened the scepter in her hand.

"It would be nice if you understood."

The bishop stood up and patted the dust on his robe, "Tell me, what do you think of the current situation of the church?"

Martha was silent for a moment: "The situation is very bad, the Romans are getting more and more excessive, and the dissatisfaction of the believers is getting bigger and bigger."

She paused, and subconsciously glanced at the motionless statue.

"Then the miracle of that day made more people restless, and the Romans became wary of us because of this."

"Even if there were no miracles, conflicts would break out sooner or later. Miracles only accelerated the process," the bishop said.

"It's too much, we just don't want to worship their emperor as a god!" Maerda was annoyed.

"Slow down, slow down before you can see the truth."

The bishop sighed: "The reason why they oppress us is not that we are not loyal to the emperor, but that the expansion of our believers makes them feel the crisis.

This has nothing to do with what god you believe in. No matter whether it is a water god or a fire god, as long as we still have the ability to influence tens of thousands of people, even if we kneel down and lick the emperor's toes, we will still be feared. "

"Then can't we escape, just like Moses led everyone to escape from Egypt?" Martha frowned.

The bishop shook his head: "Even Egypt belongs to Rome now, where else can we escape?"

"In the east, even further east, there are always places that the Roman army cannot reach. We can rebuild our homeland like before." Martha said seriously.

"It's just a flight from one Rome to another," said the bishop.

Maerda turned her head to look at the old man in puzzlement: "Then Bishop, do you have a solution?"

"It's not our solution, but the prophecy left by the savior has a solution." The bishop said.

"prophecy?"

Maerda was shocked: "Why have I never heard of it!"

"Because this is a prophecy recorded in books that bishops can write and only bishops can read."

"The secret script of the bishop?" Martha asked tentatively.

The bishop nodded.

"I thought it was just a legend?" Martha's eyes widened.

"The best way to keep a secret is to turn it into a legend." The bishop smiled.

Martha became short of breath: "Then, that prophecy..."

The bishop recited in a deep voice, and the voice resounded through the church: "When the light of heaven rises from the earth, the Holy Grail will surely come to the world; when the holy daughter clinks the glass with blood, the savior will surely respond."

"Holy Grail? Holy Daughter?" Martha murmured to herself with a dull expression.

"So do you understand, Martha, this is the Lord's will, you must find the Holy Grail, and let the savior come to save us!" The bishop said in a heavy tone.

"But...but..." Martha was still a little dazed, like an iceberg fell on her head.

"But I don't know where the Holy Grail is?" she said.

"Don't worry, the clues about the Holy Grail have been kept in the hands of every bishop..." The bishop paused and took out a note from his pocket.

Martha took it, swallowed her saliva, and gently pulled the note away.

"The secret is with the Tarrasque."

Chapter 14 Girls

As Neos walked back to camp, it was getting light.

The clouds and mists on the mountain were suddenly separated, and the red plate on the top of the mountain surged suddenly. In a flash, the sky was bright and clear, and the surrounding fields were silent.

The mist of the Wushan Mountain was formed by magic power, and it has been pervasive for several years, but it suddenly disappeared at this moment, presumably there was force majeure at work afterwards.

really.

Looking from afar, Nios saw a touch of gold emerge from the lush forests, and the fairy stood in the forest, as graceful as a frightened bird, as graceful as a dragon swimming.

If you have the intention of disarming and returning to the fields in the future, it would be great to build an elegant house here.

Thinking to himself, Neos smiled, clasped his fists, and saluted the fairy from a distance, but then turned and left without any regrets.