Chapter 1063: The first flames of war (Part 1)

"It's burning..." Looking at the information on the phone, Rurno could not help but smile.
With a porcelain cup in his hand, Charlemagne also smiled, "Yeah, I just don't know when it will be on our side."
After sitting in the yard and basking in the sun for a while, Charlemagne took a sip of tea and suddenly thought of something. He asked curiously: "Oh, yes, there is not a nobleman who has been protected by elves recently. 'Snatch' something? What happened?"
The warm sun in the autumn afternoon spilled the light on the earth. Due to the approaching winter, even the afternoon was somewhat cold.
"As a result..." Speaking of this, Ruhrno laughed a little brighter. "He played a show with the elves and brought down a noble family. You don't know. At that time, although many people They were all accusing him, but when the nobleman was defeated, who did not reach out? In fact, at that time, the nobleman had almost declared war with him, but he was forced to go back together by other people!"
Hearing this, Charlemagne was stunned, and then shook his head with a smile, "How do you say that sentence? Oh, yes,'Short hands and soft mouth!'"
They are not afraid to speculate with the greatest maliciousness that these nobles who are now completely intoxicated with wine, wealth and luxury, although these guys will be so degraded, there are also reasons for the "time limitations", but their own actions have already shown They are unforgivable.
Therefore, when Ruhrno and Charlemagne talked about the class of "nobility", their tone was extremely contemptuous.
This is not a personal depravity, but the degeneration of a class as a whole—even if Charlemagne’s own descendants are a noble, but as a legendary mage, he has not always cherished his unskilled descendants.
Among his children and grandchildren, there are very few people who have embarked on the path of seeking "truth", and most of them are busy. Although he will not be ashamed, he will not expect much from them.
If it were not for this reason, he would not choose to pit his descendants together.
Lying on a rocking chair, Ruerno faced the warm sun, just like the elderly nobleman in this era, but he had everything he fought for himself. If he did not pay so much for this empire, he now Will not accept and own so much.
Shaking, Ruhrno narrowed his eyes and whispered to his old friend who had known for hundreds of years: "Charlie Man, you are such a cruel person, even your own descendants count Come in..."
"Isn't that what you want?" Charlemagne elegantly took the teacup and took a sip, with a seemingly absent smile on his lips, and answered indifferently, "Anyway, I have never denied that I am cruel. People who are under my refuge anyway, they are unlikely to have anything wrong, at most let them suffer a huge blow. If they can recognize the limitations of things like
identity
and
bloodline
, it is the most Well, it doesn’t matter if you don’t recognize it, it’s just if you sell me a face and let me keep them! In exchange, I will continue to sit in this seat and wait for a successor to appear."
"You won't wait too long..." A smile appeared on Rurno's face. "Although I have seen the wrong person, I mistakenly think that'Yegor' is my successor, but in him After betrayed, I found out that I didn’t need to think so much at all, there were so many excellent students!"
After hearing this, Charlemagne smiled, put down the teacup, and stood up under the armrest of the chair. "Okay, I should go too! If you don't go, Elba should urge me..."
"But well, "satellite" is indeed a good thing!"
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"You... want to stand on the same line with us? Want to form an alliance with us?"
Grush opened his eyes wide, always feeling as if he had heard something wrong.
Standing in front of him was a messenger of the nobles, to be exact, the messenger of the'Goddess of Progress' believer.
The messenger brought a letter, and every place in his heart showed that the person who wrote the letter always wanted to fight the nobles of the surrounding territories.
To the best of his knowledge, this kingdom has only a church for the goddess of progress, and it is located far from the king capital and some larger towns.
In fact, he always thought that the progressive church in the Kurt kingdom had been disbanded. After all, the kingdom had completely rotted from its roots, and it was an incurable kingdom.
So he chose to abandon the identity of the "priesthood" and the power of the "legend", by joining the rebels and overthrowing the rule of the nobles of this country to deal with those nobles who should have gone to hell.
But he never imagined that when he was thinking about whether to ask the Red Dragon clan to help him manage the two princes, a noble messenger suddenly appeared in front of him and handed over the letter. In his hand.
"Yes, Your Excellency Grush!" The messenger's waist was straight. When he talked about it, his eyes were shining, and that's why the nobleman sent him to deliver the letter.
The messenger raised his chin slightly, his face filled with pride, "Master Viscount has long wanted to form an alliance with you, but he has been hesitant before and even considered quitting the'Progress Church', but he finally determined his will. , Choose to be a glorious promoter of the times!"
Glush was a little unbelievable, so he went silent after hearing this sentence.
In this decaying kingdom, there is actually a'noble' noble?
If it was before, he might think it was a joke, but now, he thinks he might be able to think about it.
"I hope you can stay here for a few days." Grush took a light breath and looked at the messenger seriously. "I need some time to think."
"Of course, Your Excellency Grush." ​​The messenger smiled slightly, bowed slightly to the paladin, and saluted. "Master Viscount has already explained the situation before sending me to come. I am willing to wait for your news here. Whether you are I agreed, or refused, and I will continue to respect you-because I believe that there are absolutely not many people like you who have the will to resist the power of "legend"!
Silence shook his head for a moment, "No, you are wrong."
The messenger was startled, and I do not know why Grush said this.
"It is because of this will that we can become a "Legend"!" Grushe closed his eyes and whispered, "Rather than having power, we become a "Legend"..."
Looking at the once legendary paladin in front of him, the messenger opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say at this time.
"Mr. Courier, you go to rest first, I will let someone arrange a place for you, but the living conditions may not be too good."
At this time ~EbookFREE.me~Grush opened his eyes again, and his emotionally unstable eyes had regained peace and clarity. His words made the messenger stunned again, "Uh, good..."
After the messenger left, he looked down at the letter paper in his hand, looked at the swashes on the paper, and frowned slightly.
Can he trust this noble? Is this noble worthy of his trust?
After thinking for a while, he stood up and walked to the office door.
He does not know the answers to these questions, but he can go to the "King of Light" and the "Sword of Judgment" to seek their suggestions.
But he is no longer a priesthood. Even if he can only pray to those two gods, they will respond to themselves...
He can't do this, he is no longer a priesthood, and he can't do such a thing that may involve all churches!
He would go to the two churches under the crown and ask them questions.