Law of the Devil

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(Please note, these are two chapters! I feel that the content is quite consistent and the development of the division affects the fluency of reading, so there are no chapters and it is sent out at once.

Chapter 90 [Rejected “Transactions”]

“I now understand why the Temple sent such a powerful line to hunt you down.” Dewey laughed bitterly.

Two of the strongest Knight Elders, a large number of senior Knights, and the Presiding Judge… This is the strongest formation of the Temple in nearly a hundred years.

And the reason is that Hussein discovered this secret is amazing!

Who doesn't respect the great Founding Emperor? Who doesn't respect the founding heroes of history? Even now, in the Imperial Palace, in the living room of His Majesty the Emperor, hangs a portrait of Aragon Roland, and his mysterious Knights of Saint Roland scolds a vast painting of oil.

Even in the era of the rise of the Rollins, where Dewey lived hundreds of years ago, the Roland Empire came under the greatest crisis since its founding, and it was once in despair. The emperors of that year used to publicly say something like, "If I had a knighthood like Saint Laurent in my hand, like my ancestor, His Majesty Aragon Laurent, I would never have let the empire sink into such a state! ”

If it is spread out, it will be known that the temple is actually doing this terrible thing behind its back: it has been secretly cursing the souls of His Majesty the Founding Emperor and those of the Founding Heroes for centuries!

If something like this spreads... that would provoke royal anger, and the anger of the imperial people, I'm afraid it would sweep away the temple's centuries-old prestige in an instant!

How can Hussein not die in such circumstances? He has to die! You must die!! Must die!!! That's what killing is all about.

“But now I tell you the secret.” Hussein grinned.

Duvi plug.

He sighed: curiosity killed people.

Even the most talented knights who have cultivated the pride of the Holy Knights with their own hands for many years can bear to kill and then hurry... Isn't that just to hide this secret? What about yourself? A little nobleman of his own, even if the Rollins are deeply rooted in the Empire... then the Temple will definitely kill Dewey!

This secret, knowing it, is like dying.

“Now, do you still want to listen down?” Hussein's voice was ridiculed, and he saw a change in Dewey's face.

Dewey grinned, “Do I have a chance to look back? Please, I've spent so many days in this forest with you. If the Temple finds out, I'm definitely the first three on the blacklist! If you say or don't say it, the result is the same. Anyway, it's already started, so let's go on. ”

Hussein's face shows a little reward, but he's still indifferent: “You like to get in trouble yourself, I'm not hurting you. ”

Then Hussein sighed and looked up at the sky: "The badge of Aragon...”

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Aragon is not only a powerful knight, but also a great magician.

He left behind a magic array hidden on his badge, and this array left a residual message of his own. Hussein entered the hall that night and saw the cursed badges, while also receiving a message from Aragon himself.

How did the Founding Emperor of the Roland Empire die? Hussein is unable to answer this question because Aragon himself did not mention it in his message… This is a simple truth: he was of course alive when Aragon himself left the message. How can a living person say how he died?

But the message implied a very important message: when the Founding Emperor was still in office, the relationship between His Majesty Aragon and the Temple had become very, very tense… almost to the point of water fire!

It's easy to understand.

Aragon is undoubtedly a hero, a generation of heroes. Such people are usually brilliant and powerful. He was able to start from a fallen aristocracy, then conquer the Civil War, unify a divided continent, and build a great empire that had never existed before in history.

When such a super powerful figure unifies the continent and sweeps the world, when he is ready to take power and draw his sword, thinking that there are no more opponents to fight against him... suddenly it is discovered that there is a temple beside him!

How can someone like him tolerate such a thing?!

What's a temple? The Temple is a religion, a belief! The Supreme Spirit is the voice of the human race! It represents the will of the gods, the will of the great gods! The equivalent of another with a wide range of influence and authority throughout the continent… the Emperor!

Moreover, such influence and authority are not abstract, but real! Aragon received strong support from the Temple in the war to reunite the continent, and even joined the Temple himself as a holy knight in order to pull it together. The unity of the continent, Aragon relies on the power of the temple to build an empire, while the temple relies on the long sword and iron hooves of Aragon to spill the glory of God all over the continent!

Finally, according to the earliest agreement between the parties: the Temple not only has its own armed forces (Holy Knight Regiment), but also has the right to tax!

With force, with taxes. It's almost like building a nation within the Roland Empire! The entire people of the Empire inevitably have a dual identity: on the one hand, they are subjects of the Roland Empire and, on the other, they are followers of the Temple.

These give the shrine enough capital to call the Empire Emperor's Power a board.

(In this regard, Dewey Lenovo recalls the Roman Emperor who, in the history of his previous life, was forced to cooperate with Christianity in order to integrate the Empire. As a result, the emperor's power was firmly established and Christianity was fully developed. Author's note: Interested friends can refer to the history of the rise of Christianity in this regard, or post some information about the work in this book in the near future)

Aragon was a wise man, and he soon saw the danger of the situation, or he had long anticipated it, but had previously been impatient because the war on the reunification continent required the help of a temple. But when the empire was established, he couldn't stand being within the empire, and there was another one that could challenge the existence of imperial power!

So, the contradiction between the Roland Empire Royal Family and the Temple, it triggers!

“By the side of the bed, do you allow others to sleep?! ”

That's what the great Founding Emperor thought at the time, under Dewey's head.

Besides, Dewey knows that His Majesty the Aragon, is a believer in the devil!

The process of struggle must have been bloody, must have been dark, must have been intense... but now I don't know. The only known result is that the great Aragon obviously failed.

Because the Temple has existed to this day, and it is still in the hidden and imperial chambers to fight.

Aragon himself, however, was secretly punished by the Temple, and for nearly a millennium the Temple's secret curse had placed his soul at rest.

How the hell did Aragon die? Dewey doesn't know, but he speculates that most deaths are less glorious. Or a little less visible.

Such a powerful figure, a powerful man with the top power of the continent… even if the temple hates him, it is absolutely a very difficult thing to kill him.

Poison, assassination? Murder?

God knows.

And... kill such a strong man...

Dewey doesn't think there's anybody else in the world who can do it! That's the number one strong man under the starry sky!! Who could be stronger than him?

Unless…

Dewey fought a cold war!

Could it be the gods? The gods killed Aragon?

Nothing is impossible. Having been on Devil's Island, Dewey thinks it's very, very likely.

“The magic array left by that man is about three important messages.” This is what Hussein said: “Article one, he told me that only those with the blood of the thirteen members of the Knights of Saint Laurent could resonate and open this magic array. And I, descended from the blood of the Knights of Saint Laurent. ”

This is another surprising news.

Hussein, with the blood of a member of the Knight Regiment of Saint Laurent, descended from a member of the Knight Regiment of Saint Laurent!

“I never knew that myself.” Hussein grins bitterly: “My ancestors were a fallen nobleman who was also said to have glorified in the Empire Founding War and later in the family, but many generations before. And in my generation, it has almost been eradicated… You should understand how strict the temple is when it comes to choosing the Holy Knight. In order to fear the infiltration of the imperial imperial power into the interior of the temple, the temple has always been distinct from any aristocratic family in choosing sons to enter the holy knighthood of the temple. Just pick some cold-blooded brothers. And when I remembered, my family was poor. Nor did I ever think... that my ancestors had such glorious achievements... for God's sake, the Knights of Saint Laurent... the most mysterious and powerful hero in the history of the founding of the Empire. You can't imagine what a shock my heart was when I saw Aragon's shadow in the magic array that day say this to me! ”

“I can imagine.” Dewey grinned bitterly, interrupting an obsessed knight, and asked carefully, "Well, that's the first message, the last two, so what? ”

“Number two, now it's about you too.” Hussein laughed maliciously: “Remember that move I taught you? As I said, this is the foundation for cultivating some kind of magical fighting. And this magical fighting is the second message of Aragon's message… Aragon himself swept across the continent and became the King of the Knights' most powerful martial arts: Starry Fighting! ”

Dewey swallowed a bite: “Did he teach you? ”

“Yes.” Hussein blinked: “And now you've learned all the basics. When you get to a certain level, I can consider teaching you the rest. ”

Dewey was silent for a while before digesting the message, and he sighed: “Where's the last message? What's the last one? ”

“The last one… is to guide me to find my companion.” When Hussein spoke here, he suddenly showed a slight expression of hatred: "Looking for other heirs in Aragon. ”

Other heirs?

As Dewey can imagine, Aragon left his powerful martial arts in the knight's badge, imparting it to Hussein, a descendant of the blood of the thirteen Saint Laurent knights.

So... don't forget, Aragon still has invincible magic!

Dewey opened her mouth: “Is it...”

That was when a sigh came from the woods.

After the tree, he slowly bypassed a shadow, and he walked in the snow, his feet stepped on the soft snow accumulation without leaving a trace.

His beard was white, the hat tipped on his head, a set of white magician robes covered with stains, and even hidden areas were burned, and two large caves were worn in the two parts under his ribs. Looking at him like that, he obviously went through a bad war.

Wei Wei 'an's teacher hijacked Dewey's old magician all the way out of the woods at this moment. “He didn't know how long he'd been here, or how much he'd heard. His face was calm and his eyes were full of bitter things, and he walked away with a whisper and a bitter smile.

“That's me. I am the heir to the power of the Aragon magic part. ”

“Exactly. That's the old man.” Hussein looked away at the old magician as if he was not surprised by his sudden arrival, cold-blooded: “He is my companion. But if it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be so miserable! ”

The old magician was a little tired, and he walked quietly to the two of them, watching Medusa standing in the distance and enjoying the sun with her eyes closed, shook her head: "You are making too much noise, alas... Queen Medusa! Queen Medusa! Everything is exactly the same as the prophecy. ”

Dewey immediately captured the words of the old magician: "Prophecy? ”

The old magician ignored Dewey's question, and he walked over to Medusa, looked carefully at the beautiful snake, and owed slightly: “Dear Queen Medusa, greet you. ”

Medusa's calm expression doesn't have a wave: “You've been here for a long time, you've been eavesdropping for a long time... do humans like to do this? Or... is this also a human nature? ”

The old magician stunned for a moment, but he soon returned to normal: “Humans are much more complex than you think. ”

Dewey frowned: “You don't seem surprised to see Queen Medusa. Did you do something magical to us? Or have you been spying on us in secret? ”

“My dear little friend, I'm not as evil as you say.” The old magician grinned, "I'm afraid I won't be able to see you alive if I'm not lucky. Oh, about you guys, I just met your friend Dardanelle over in the woods. He told me everything. ”

Hussein seemed to have little patience with the cold, and he glanced at the old magician: "You're too late, old to die. Where the hell have you been these past few days? How many advanced knights and magicians have left you unable to cope? ”

The old magician cared nothing about the knight's stinking face, and he spoke very seriously: “Yes, I almost couldn't come back... you should understand that the temple was trying to kill you and then hurry. They... have photographed the Elders! I met several senior knights who had figured out a way to lure them away, but soon, several senior magicians of the Presbyterian Regiment appeared, and if I hadn't hidden well, they would have almost discovered my whereabouts and identity. ”

“The Elders also set out...” Hussein laughed coldly, but his eye corner muscles were beating and the laughter was not so natural.

“Your life is worth a fortune now.” The old magician laughed, “I eavesdropped on their conversation, and the Temple officially announced your identity as a traitor two days ago for attempting to assassinate the Pope and killing two great knights. The Temple has been promulgated by the Pope himself, and you have become the most wanted man on the entire continent. ”

The knight snorted coldly.

“Hussein, I know you're a proud guy. You're not afraid to be the most wanted man on the continent. But you also have to understand that the old men in the presbytery are not easy to deal with!” The old magician said, shaking his magician robe gently: “You see, I met three guys and they almost killed me together. ”

“You are feather-loving and afraid to reveal your true identity.” Hussein cold-blooded: “I don't believe you can kill an old man with just three elders. If you respond to the enemy with all your might, even if you are not, you can escape. ”

“My identity is still useful to us, and I am not yet in a position to publicly oppose the Temple, otherwise it would be an endless pursuit.” The old magician shook his head: "You need a companion hidden in the dark. ”

Dewey's not happy anymore.

He suddenly coughed a few times, caught everyone's attention, then Dewey looked uncomfortable and looked at the two guys in front of him:

“All right, you two are the best men on the continent! One is the First Knight of the Continent! One is the top magician! Both are hereditaries of Aragon... you must fight the Temple! You will inherit the last wishes of Aragon... you will do great things! But...” Dewey stared: “But what the fuck does this have to do with me!! Whatever you do, just do it! I am not a mighty knight or a mighty magician! I'm just a little aristocrat, a little aristocrat who's idle and usually loves to mess around with little things! Why are you dragging me into this? Especially you, old man..."

Speaking of which, Dewey suddenly remembered the scene where the old magician used that magic to slap himself. The original phrase "old immortal" came to his mouth and quickly changed his mouth: “Old... you! Why did you hijack me all the way to this shithole? This place that freezes people's noses off? I have to head north... what use am I to you?! ”

Silence…

After a while, Hussein coughed, and the knight looked at the old magician with cold eyes: “That's what I wanted to ask. Old man, you want me to take this little guy on the road, you want me to protect him, why?! ”

The old magician's eyes fluttered and suddenly he gently took off his pointed hat and revealed a messy white hair. He cleaned his hair and poured the snow in his hat, sighing: “Well, I guess it's time to answer the question. ”

Saying, the old magician looked at Hussein and looked at Dewey again: "Little friend, Hussein doesn't even know about this. It's about where the power of Aragon comes from. No one else knows, but you do, don't you? Because you've been to Devil's Island, and you've met that old Chris guy, right? ”

Saying, the old magician suddenly raised his hand and shot a wind blade in his palm quickly. The wind blade was very fast. Without waiting for Dewey to recover, he had sounded, cut off the hat on Dewey's head and, with it, cut off the rope that tied his hair!

Dewey whispered, his hair scattered, and the “Horn of the Devil” Chris, who had been hiding in his hair, was exposed to everyone's eyes!

Hussein glanced and couldn't help but say: “What is this... you, you have a long horn on your head?! Aren't you human? ”

Dewey glanced at the old magician so hard that he didn't have a good airway: "Of course I'm human! As for this horn... well, it's just a thing that strengthens my magic sensibility. With it, I can use magic. ”

The old magician looked at Dewey with a smile, careless of his angry eyes, and smiled softly: "Well, my little friend, now tell Hussein what you heard about Aragon on Devil Island! I've never told him about this, and he knows about it without you. ”

Things on Devil's Island are really nothing too complicated, in short, where a devil's servant, a powerful, terrible old man, is locked up. And good at finding people on the island to make deals with.

And Aragon is one of the traders, and Aragon's powerful skills, almost all of which can be counted as trading with the devil's servants.

Dewey had a good mouth and personal experience, and naturally told that story with tremendous adventure and excitement.

Hussein almost stopped listening! Nature is a huge shock to knights!

The old magician had already guessed the knight's reaction, and as soon as Dewey had finished, he said, "In fact, I went up there too. I've seen old Chris...”

“Wait!” Dewey frowned, his eyes flashing suspicion: "Old... you're lying! When I met Chris, he told me that before me, the last human to deal with him was Aragon!! After Aragon, nobody traded with him! ”

“Yes, he's absolutely right.” The old magician laughed: “I did get on that island and met that old Chris bastard... he was a bastard, just a cuter bastard. I offered to deal with him... but he refused. ”

“Why?” Dewey asked softly, "He's even willing to make a deal with a low-profile kid like me, why refuse you? Reject a powerful magician? ”

“Because...” the old magician smiled: “What I asked for, he refused to give me. ”

“What do you want?” Dewey suddenly felt his heart beat faster! He's already figured it out!

He guessed what the old magician was asking for!

“I asked him...” The old magician was smiling, but his smile was weird, his voice was low, and he had an unspeakable taste...

“… I ask him to restore the heart of His Majesty Aragon! Return the King's Heart! ”

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(Someone has said from the beginning that I don't have a main line in this book, now that you've read this chapter, do you understand? The so-called main line is not placed on the table, but is brought out by a little pen contained in the text of the chapter! Finally, one more month ticket!

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