The Amber Sword

Fossa Square has gathered a number of believers, and due to the sudden darkening of the sky, the scene is covered with a disturbing colour, the square lit a kerosene torch, the light interwoven, reflecting the entire square. The crowd gathered around and whispered to each other. Most people thought that eclipses were happening again, but frequent eclipses still did not bode well, so many people's faces were worried.

The temple door was closed, and the huge arch was stained with a dark hue, as if it were an overly serious religious painting, with several junior monks wearing grey robes on the stairs, but no host had come out to announce what had happened and why the bell was ringing.

Roman travels through the crowd with Haruze, and the Temple of Fuchsia is a famous historical monument in the port of Fatan. Before that, she came here to visit with Chiara and the elves, knowing that the temple had a hidden back door. The two quickly bypassed the crowd, and God unwittingly dived into the temple through the back door.

The back door was locked, but it was hard not to pour a witch, Roman melted a metal and unlocked the door, but accidentally burned it, which frightened the two people, so they quickly put out the fire, and found that the door had burned down more than half. In order to destroy the evidence of the crime, she had to let Haruze tear the door down and hide it, which wasted another half day.

Behind the back door leads to a corridor, but no one is empty at this moment. This discovery gave Romansson a sigh of relief. She walked through the corridor with her little prince's hands and feet. She just turned around a corner and felt a bright light in front of her. In front of a pitch-black temple, a hall was actually lit. This discovery excited her, but then she realized that there was a monk guard outside the hall, so a pair of little eyebrows broke tightly.

Seeing this scene, Haruze was consciously a little nervous, and the first reaction was to beat back the drums, but soon Brando's teachings on a weekday finally made a difference, so he calmed himself down and stroked Romanby with his hand: "Miss Roman, would you like me to lure them away? ”

The little prince contrasted his strength with the other party. Although his swordsmanship was not yet fashionable, magic had begun to peek at the door, but the two monks guarding the door were of a black iron standard, so he made this suggestion with some certainty.

“No,” Roman waved, “you're Brando's student, I can't let you risk watching me! ”

She pondered for a moment and chose a sleeping technique from her witchcraft, which resembled the dust of sleep in the magic of the law or the hypnosis in the magic of the elements, but the witches had their own merit, namely, mysteriously unpredictable and difficult to detect. Their magic influenced the world through the land of dreams, causing people to fall into the illusion unconsciously.

Roman recited his words to the monks guarding the entrance to the hall, and the two monks stagnated at the same time, then drowned their heads and went into a steady dream country.

Seeing her spell succeed, she grabbed her fist with some excitement - no problem! According to the White Mist, as the inheritor, the businesswoman on the journey of witchcraft is very high, but when studying witchcraft, she is always distracted and lost, and the spells are often carried out in unexpected accidents - such as reading wrong spells, remembering wrong trigger bytes - are common meals, and even once the spells of one spell are recorded as another spell, it is also considered an ancient person.

Sleepdreaming is a five-ring spell. Similar spells Roman can only perform three times a day. After the implementation, the businesswoman's face immediately became half white. However, she didn't care, but immediately turned around and waved to Cruz with a little excitement, indicating that this little follower would quickly follow.

The two men came to the door of the lobby, the monks on both sides were sleeping in witchcraft, and did not notice the arrival of the uninterrupted guests. Roman seemed confident in his spell, and did not even look at the two monks, but Haruze had to be careful, watching half a dozen carefully, to relieve his sight.

The two people then looked inside the hall, which was the main hall of the Temple of Fuchsia, with the statue of Gilt, the king of flames, beneath which was the altar, surrounded by layers of prayer. At this moment, the lights are on, and a flaming red portal appears on the altar. Roman thinks that the portal is somewhat similar, but much smaller, to the door of flame she has seen in Ambesseur, while Father Yorf, the host of the Temple of Fuchsia, stands by the portal and stands beside him by a more stately cleric who is lecturing him.

Also surrounded by many junior monks, Roman even saw Allermov, here to see an old acquaintance who had just met a short time ago was a little excited for the businesswoman, she wanted to wave to say hello, luckily, Haruze's eyes were hurting hard to pull her sleeve and didn't ask her to go out.

“Sister Roman, I don't think it's a good idea for us to show up before we understand the situation." The little prince whispered and persuaded the cold sweat on his head, and the name hastily escalated: “Besides, we sneaked in and sneaked in! ”

“That's true.” Roman slapped his head and reacted.

At this point, the message in the lobby came out without a leak--

“Father Yorf, Ms. Sidney has betrayed the Temple and, according to the information we have, she is likely to arrive in Port Fatan shortly to take a breather with the Crown Prince. ”

“What!” Father Yolford surprised, and the Virgin of the Lion's Sacred Palace looked like who, naturally he knew, was the first person under the Throne to exist, and the other would betray the Temple? His first reaction was not to believe that the second was to realize that previous rumours of the division of the temple were true, but the reaction was one thing, and he was still not sure what had happened. Although the Empire had been caught in a civil war, in fact, the struggle within the temple had not surfaced locally. After all, the Silver Queen's cleansing of the temple had temporarily been confined to the upper temple, and no ordination had even been given to other parishes.

And these things are far too far away for Yorf, don't say Sidney, even the one in front of him, even before today he was only famous for it: “My lord, is this...? ”

“Don't worry, this is what Her Majesty meant and what the Holy See meant. ”

Yorf was slightly relieved: "What shall we do, my lord? ”

“The White Legion will soon launch an attack on the port of Fatan, and the separatists will surely destroy themselves, but Sidney will most likely covertly involve the Temple in this war, even standing opposite Her Majesty the Holy Throne, whose task it is to stabilize the faithful and lower priests and not to deceive them by that woman. ”

“I see, my lord, that the faithful have been summoned by me according to your command, shall I now inform them of all this? ”

“Of course." The man nodded to his satisfaction, and Ouwehin's army of spirits should be on its way by now, because these summoned spirits were lower ranking spirits, and when they launched a sneak attack on the port of Fatan, the worst fears should be the priests and priests of the temple of inflammation in the city, but as long as the power of the temple of inflammation in the city was not organized in the first place, they could play their greatest part in the battle.

With these unexpected deaths for all, and the Mountaineers and the White Legion itself, the balance of this war has steadily tended to Her Majesty.

Father Yorf doubtless had him, turning around, ready to instruct the lower priests beside him to open the door - although he was the highest priest in the Port of Fatan, he was still at the lower level in the vast temple of flames, and it was not clear at all what the struggle behind it was, as a member of the temple organization with a strong hierarchy, that his first priority was, of course, to obey the Holy Oracle from the temple headquarters.

He was already familiar with the big man in front of him, not to mention the arrival of the other side from the flaming door on the altar, which was one of the highest secrets of the Temple of Flame, and it was self-evident to him, as a member of the Temple, what the person who was able to open the flaming door represented.

But seeing that junior monk leave from Jolford to the main entrance of the temple, Roman is not aware of any problems in it, and Haruze beside her is anxious to say to her: “Miss Roman, you cannot let them open the main entrance, if they master the believers and junior clerics in the port of Fatan, they will be at a disadvantage! ”

“Is that so,” Roman's little eyebrows suddenly burst: “These guys dare Brando to trip, damn it! ”

She pointed her hand at the temple door, and the junior monk walking to the door was instructing the monks to remove the door from the gate and prepare to push open the two heavy wooden doors, but they had not reached out yet, and a huge human face suddenly appeared on the door. The man opened his eyes and swept everyone in the hall and suddenly said, "Hey, guys, you're in luck to find this door to the treasure —— do you want to get it through me? No problem, as long as you can answer my puzzles! ”

Huge voices echoed throughout the hall, and all those who witnessed the scene were stunned, even including Roman and the little prince Haruze, who stared at the spell carried out by the businesswoman, while Roman opened his little mouth to the shape of an 'O': “Oops, isn't this spell a doorman! ”

“I said, what's the matter with you people, don't you have any interest in the legendary treasure?” The face on the gate was still chattering, but at this point Father Yorf and the big man around him had reacted.

“Object activated, catch the witch!” The big man around Jolford looked at the electricity and saw Roman and Haruze hiding behind the side door, yelling, “You can't let her escape! ”

Everyone looked in this direction, and Almov in the crowd couldn't help but see Roman and Haruze.

Yourf naturally can't remember the little girl who came to the temple a few days ago. He reacted in the first place and covered Roman and Haruze with a finger, a sacred cage, but this spell was not yet near them. Haruze suddenly opened a transparent spell shield, which set off Yorf's sacred art from the invisible.

When he saw this scene, Yorf couldn't help but the big man next to him reacted: "Immuno-spell control? Is this the Crescent Ring, the Eloin Royal Family? Get that little boy alive! ”

At this time, the lower monks and monks in the lobby had embraced each other. In the face of this scene, Haruze's face was frightened and couldn't help but tremble: “Miss Roman, what shall we do? ”

“Run, of course!” Roman, though confused, was not stupid, and dragged Haruze's collar and ran back smoking.

Two people rushed across the pitch-black corridor in panic, looking at the previous corner, Roman of course knew that behind it was the back door of the temple, as soon as they reached the back, and went around to the square, where the people of the mountains and seas, the other party must have taken them for nothing. But it's not that simple, there's even a silver class in the guard of the temple, and she herself is no less powerful than silver, but after all, she's just a witch, far less physically than a soldier of the silver class.

The closer the monks and monks behind them chased, Roman felt his heart jumping out of his voice, both nervous and irritating.

Right in front of him was the previous corner, Roman dragged Haruze's collar one step over the corner, and before he could react, he felt himself hit by something.

She snorted and felt her head buried in a soft thing. She hurried to open her eyes and take a step back, but felt her wrist tight and had been caught positively. “Scare!” This frightened Roman, hurrying up his head, to find a beautiful female cleric who caught him, extremely tall, with short white and gold hair, eyebrows tight, a pair of golden eyes staring closely at her, face full of majesty and brilliance.

Although Roman did not recognize the rank of the Temple of Fire robe, he also realized that the lady in front of her was not inferior, because she had previously met the priest who presided over the Temple of Fuchsia, and the robe was far less gorgeous than the one in front of her - apart from cleanliness, even the big character of the Temple of Fire, I'm afraid.

But she was a little nervous when she was staring at her, and she sucked her hand unconsciously, and the hand that grabbed her wrist was like a steel cast, and the wire didn't move at all. “You're hurting me...” Roman whispered in a whisper. "Roman is not a thief, can you let us go first? ”

But it was at this time that another slightly hollow voice rang out: "Miss Roman, what are you doing here? ”

Roman and Haruze were both stunned and shocked to see that there was another man behind the goddess, a knight covered in pale flames - "Ms. Brunhild!” The little prince shouted in surprise: "What are you doing here? ”

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