Early winter afternoon time is really very comfortable feeling standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, the trees downstairs have already withered. The soft sunlight shines through the branches and leaves, sprinkles on the lawn and the clean sidewalk, and the spots are golden. The two birds chased across the window, plunged down, and plunged into the forest, chattering nonstop.

In the distance to the gate of the street in the distance, four girls of different heights, dressed in maid costumes, said cheerfully and moved forward. Suddenly they whispered and whispered, and they retreated and smirked with their companions. The youthful appearance made the quiet trail seem to be much brighter. "Is it because I am old, I should have this kind of emotion" Suddenly, this kind of headless thought popped out, and the dark-haired young man himself twitched the corner of the mouth for this strange idea.

There is no maid in the army, so these maids are all other people

These are the maids just bought by Pope Pudamia of the Order, "You bought these Eero girls, really only as maids?" The dark-haired youth turned his head to look at the tall woman who walked into the room. Early winter hunting suits, especially the beautiful face of the upside down beings, bathed in the sunlight sloping through the window, the white neck ear roots become more pink and clear, people can't help but want to kiss up.

"It's not a maid, what else can it be? Your majesty can tell me there are other uses, I can also try it." The female rogue put a report on the table

"Oh, don't get me wrong, I just want to say that this winter may be different from previous years. Are you really not determined to return to the Holy Capital, but are you going to stay here for a long time?" The dark-haired youth coughed slightly embarrassedly, this After seeing the so-called "door", the female pope seemed to be awakened overnight, gave up the idea of ​​waiting for death, and began to restore the original style of the female pope. The first request was to buy a manor. With a dozen of maids, it was clear that they were ready to stay. Naturally, the emperor paid for it. Pudamia said that he had no money. He secretly sneaked into the south of Erow and only took a dozen guards with him. Basically, he was exploring. Lost in the process, because the enthusiasm for the search for the prophet Ferran, can be tolerated for more than a month, and now get rid of that enthusiasm, and the Pudamia, who was originally a pope, has not been to himself for a month. Shocked taking a bath

The reason why Pudamia insisted on staying here was that the emperor of the black hair did not know what to say. Pudamia gave up entering the land kingdom, but still insisted on going to the site of southern Eero, although Most of the mist in southern Eero has dissipated, but as the source of the outbreak, the former site of southern Eero is still shrouded in part of the mist. As the climate gets colder, no one knows whether the mist will continue to dissipate, that is to say , This winter, it may be open at any time, or it may not be open throughout the winter. Putamia chose the simplest, most direct and most effective way, that is, to stay there, during this time

Pudamia almost turned around the dark-haired youth during this time

On this trip to the South of Eero, Pudamia felt that his greatest gains, except that he went to the southern temple mentioned in the historical records and recorded the life of the prophet as if he were a pilgrimage, was to discover the biggest secret of the black-haired emperor again. The black-haired emperor knew the prophet Ferran and had personally excavated the prophet’s cemetery, and the diary of the prophet Ferran was deemed by Pudamia to be his destiny,

This is like a super star chasing family who suddenly finds that their idol is actually around. The prophet Ferran is gone, but the powerful rise of the empire, and various national policies with huge transformative effects, it seems that they can find a shadow in the original holy city. Only at this point, the black-haired emperor is undoubtedly the inheritor of the prophet Ferran. Pudamia’s resentment towards the emperor of the empire has disappeared with this diary, handing over the Order to the emperor and returning it to the prophet Ferran, No different

Pudamia was the death loyalty of Prophet Ferran. It can be said that the entire Holy City priesthood was actually the death loyalty of Prophet Ferran. Even though some of the behaviors of Prophet Feran in the late period can be described as crazy, the Holy City It just covered up the history of Prophet Ferran and directly ignored the crazy ingredients. It can be seen that the Holy City never betrayed the Prophet and still regarded Prophet Ferran as the spiritual pillar of the entire Holy City.

For more than a hundred years, since listening to the magical growth of Pope Pdamia, the prophet of the Prophet Ferran, he was naturally full of worship for the Prophet Ferran. The **** of the Order is the prophet Ferran.

In order to explore the place where the Prophet disappeared, Pudamia did not hesitate to sneak into the south of Erow as a pope, and experienced life and death, and still did not mean to retreat, you can see the nobleness of Prophet Ferran in the heart of Pudamia The status, Pudamia did not have much expectations for this trip to the south of Eero. After all, the Prophet has disappeared for a hundred years, and the Holy City has collapsed into ruins. Even the Order of the Order has reached the level of existence. Damia just hoped to fulfill the wish of all the Popes, because the Elo branch rebelled, and the Popes of the Pontifical dynasties could not go to the south of eros to explore. The pope wanted to open the road to the south by force, but none succeeded

Only this time, the Eero Empire collapsed, and this generation of Pope Pudamia had the opportunity to enter the southern part of Eero. The first time Pudamia went to the temple in southern Eero, he brought out The odd and odd records,

"According to the records of the temple, the prophet Ferran once said that people can fly in the sky and need some kind of tool. Thousands of miles away, it really takes only a few hours to walk. What the empire uses now Is the hot air balloon such a tool?" Putamia, holding a notebook in his hand, suddenly asked, the dark-haired young man standing on the window sill looking at the scenery, the melody of early winter, riding on the broken gold The light fell on the shoulders of the dark-haired youth, like a musical note jumping in the transparent light

Pudamia knows that the war between the Empire and the Kingdom of Aden has entered a critical period these days. Don’t look at the dark-haired young people’s leisurely daily scenery, but the deep eyes are more of a speculation, a war thousands of miles away. In the direction, even the dark-haired young man who is a military **** can't guarantee that there will be no mistakes. This feeling is like a gambler on the table. No one dares to say that he is a 100% winner

The reason why Pudamia discovered this is that the military newspaper once every two days has now reached the frequency of four times a day. The emperor is distracting. This is for Pudamia who has always wanted to ask some questions. An absolute opportunity for thousands of years, the opportunity is inevitable, and the loss will never come back.

"Probably not. Prophet Ferran did not cause the hot air balloon, and the hot air balloon is still not up to this level." The dark-haired young man does not seem to notice the trap, subconsciously, seems to be a little careless, his fingers against his eyebrows, hesitated before Say "It should be a machine called an airplane, that kind of thing can't be made by current technology, even if Prophet Ferran can't make it"

Pudamia's pretty eyes suddenly eagerly heard the black-haired youth's answer, and her face was slightly reddish. She immediately pushed the book and quill pen in her hand carefully in front of the black-haired youth. Come out? Probably it looks just fine, I'm just curious"

. . . . . .

The dark-haired youth looked at the record book and quill pen pushed in front of him with a stunned expression, his eyes flashing, a breath of suffocating from his body, he seemed to say that he had leaked his mouth.

"The mural on the southern temple has recorded an object like a big bird. It is said that the prophet Ferran once really used this tool to make people fly in the sky. I am curious. If your majesty is unwilling, then forget it." Mia bit her lip pitifully and sighed deliberately. "Anyway, they are no longer the Pope of the Patriarchate. There are no people who have any use value. Your Majesty really has no need to care."

The black-haired youth hesitated and took a pen and drew a picture similar to the wings of a large bird on the record book, which was a gliding wing. If the prophet Ferran had really such a similar creation, the black-haired youth thought that the gliding wing was More reliable, and more in line with the current technological standards, as long as the structure is reasonable, the height is sufficient, the fabric is strong enough. . . . . Forget it, it’s estimated that Prophet Ferran didn’t care if he would die. The dark-haired young man sighed in his heart. He never revealed to anyone that he might have passed through the soul. It is estimated that he said so, and others Can't imagine this kind of thing

But in Pudamia, there is already a prophet Ferran, and it seems that there is nothing more for oneself.

Can't really watch the goddess stick wait for death!

Putamia took the record book like a treasure, and stared at the picture drawn by the dark-haired youth. It was really like a big bird. After listening to the rough explanation of the black-haired emperor, Putami A pair of eyes with bright eyes were scared, and he was short of breath and asked, "No matter how far apart, you can see each other or even talk to each other. Does this kind of thing really exist?"

"It's a tool for calling the phone." The dark-haired young man grumbled reluctantly, and he already answered one, didn't play it, didn't he?

"You also said that you are not the inheritor of the prophet Ferran!" Pudamia looked at the young black-haired man, with a charming style between her brows and eyes, she only squinted and fell off, help me see this, Pudami This time, Ya carefully took a record from her arms. This record can be seen as quite old, using paper that was pressed by the grass on the banks of the Eero River. This type of Eero paper was originally from Egypt. The standard configuration of the southern Luo civilization, the paper is yellow, but you can still see some of the content recorded above

"What is this?" The dark-haired youth looked blank.

"The prophecy left by the prophet Ferran in the Southern Temple, where the collapse of the Holy City has been verified, the sea in the north will be frozen, and the land in the south will be cracked. The time should be in these few years. This will not be true." Damia put his hand on the straw paper, and his voice was all a trembling smell. In this era, natural disasters are irresistible, and for Pudamia, natural disasters are the will of God.

"It's nothing, don't worry too much. There is indeed a complete freezing of the sea area in the northern arctic circle, which may cause considerable climatic impacts. Take care of it."

The black-haired emperor froze a bit~lightnovelpub.net~ touched the bridge of his nose, the glacial features of the Little Glacier are already very obvious. Moving southward on a large scale, the extremely cold climate has frozen lakes, rivers, and all water sources in the areas where the cold people live, and caused large-scale deaths of many cold creatures. The cold people can no longer live and can only choose Inward migration, wars have erupted in the cold areas of the northern empire. In the grasslands of northern Centralbia, the collapse of the king's court had caused the cold people to move south. As for the southern land will crack, this has not yet been received. Report

"Your Majesty, the Navy's urgent report" an imperial guard looked through the door in a hurry, holding an urgent military newspaper in his hand, and seeing that Pudamia was also there, hesitant to read it

"Give me a hand" The dark-haired youth raised his hand. He has been waiting for this battle report for two days. Although there is still time before the final battle layout, this time it is also a very critical layout. There are even left and right overall situation. Important, if something goes wrong, the entire combat plan will have to be cancelled

"Yes, Your Majesty," the guard officer general reported to the past

The dark-haired youth opened the military newspaper and glanced at it. He suddenly shook his body slightly, his eyes were shocked, and he murmured "How is it possible!"