Chapter 431: Prison car

"When darkness is upon the world, the endless light will be revived in the world and will be scattered on the world."
"There will be new hope in the world"
"God, may the light last forever."
Mary knelt on the ground and was whispering some prayers.
The look on her face was extremely conscientious, and the gauze robe spread out like a red rose blooming on the ground.
Mary kept thinking, after a long time, she closed her eyes slightly, knelt down in front of the cross, motionless, as if contemplating, as if to become a statue.
"His Royal Highness." An old wizard with white hair and white hair and a pale face slowly emerged from the void. His face was old, but his eyes were extremely warm.
At this moment, the old wizard was looking at Mary with an unspeakable kind smile on his face.
"Bishop Gilvin."
Mary bowed slightly, saluting towards the old wizard.
"His Royal Highness, we have had results in the treatment of Allen." Gilwin said, "We want to kill Allen, but the King of the Duchy of the Lionheart Flames is not allowed, because if that is the case, maybe The whole Principality will be heir to this. "
"But you can't let Alan go."
Mary's voice was filled with an unspeakable coldness.
"Yes." Gilvin agreed, "After all, the brilliance of the eternal light cannot be profaned."
"After our deliberation, the Principality of Lionheart Flames is willing to compensate us with a large sum of exceptionally rich resources, and let us bring Alan back to the eternal light and let him atone in the eternal light."
Mary nodded slightly, the expression on her face eased a little.
Although he did n’t kill Allen, such punishment was enough. In fact, to some extent, the Principality of Lionheart Flames has made great concessions, and yes, in the face of eternal light, they have to concession.
"Yes, Bishop Gilvin, so, what about the torch?" Mary seemed to think of something. She looked up and looked at the old man with white hair in front.
"The torch in Allen's body seemed to be completely integrated into it, and it could not be taken out at all."
Gilwin frowned, and at this time, there was also a trace of doubt and confusion on the face of this powerful fourth-level real intention.
Mary frowned.
"Mary, don't worry, even if the torch is in Allen's body, but Allen can't use the power of the torch. He even has tortured by the torch day and night." Gilwen comforted Mary. "We bring Allen back to the Eternal Light, and we also want to give the Pope a try to see if we can take the Holy Fire from Allen."
Mary withdrew her gaze, she didn't say much, but in her heart, she could not help but sighed slightly.
"Okay, Mary, let's go back to the eternal light." Gilwin said softly, his voice unchanged, but at this time there were some ups and downs, said "The purpose of our journey this time Failed, maybe the instructions we feel are wrong. "
"There will never be a day when the light will refill the world."
Mary listened to Gilwin's words and was silent.
"The light is above."
Mary held the cross and pressed it tightly against her chest, whispering.
She stood up, opened the door of the prayer room, and walked out slowly towards the outside.
The sun shines and the light seems to come.
Everything is ready to go.
The knights and wizards of the Eternal Light walked slowly. In the middle of their ranks, there was a prison car in which a young man in sackcloth, pale, but calm and serene.
He has a beautiful face and a smile on his lips.
This young man is Allen.
The people around looked at Allen and fell silent.
The matter was actually very obvious before. Allen arranged to dominate everything. Not only did people kill many wizard organizations and warlock heritages, but they also stole the holy fire in secret.
There was a tremendous wave in everyone's heart. They didn't expect that things would happen like this. It was Allen who made this all, and the second prince, who was completely indifferent to them in their eyes .
The wizarding organization and the warlock family were very angry, but they didn't have much way for Allen. After all, they couldn't kill Allen. In addition, it is very important that the Principality of Lionheart Flames has decided to give them generous compensation.
The King looked at Alan, who was walking away from the prison car, and his heart was a little complicated.
He just released the latest news this time. There are still some things that he did not speak, but this does not mean that he does not know.
Allen was exposed, and everything could not be concealed. Under the investigation of the royal wizard group, the king knew everything about Allen.
Stealing blood, and conducting experiments, cooperating with the powerful factions of multiple principalities, planning in the south, so, everything, all kinds.
"Allen" King sighed deeply in his heart.
At this moment, he seems to be old, really getting old.
The other side.
Moline and Sophie were sitting on the carriage together, also quietly looking at Alan who was taken away by the eternal light in front.
"Brother Moline, Brother Moline." Sophie shook Moline's arm.
"It's okay."
Morin drew back his gaze. He smiled at Sophie and said, "Look at a friend."
In fact, there are still some exclamations in Morin's heart ~ EbookFREE.me ~ He still remembers that after he left, there was a violent and violent energy fluctuation in the Alan ’s mansion, and there were many shouts and richness. Bloody smell.
All the knights and wizards who were loyal to Allen died, and the people of Eternal Light rushed in first, grabbing Allen.
Things can be considered a result.
"Okay, Sophie, let's go." Morin rubbed Sophie's hair and drove the carriage to continue on.
Trattle City was the destination of his trip. Now, it is not far from Trattle City.
When Mo Lin appeared on the road outside Wangdu in a carriage, suddenly, he felt something was wrong.
Moved his body, left the carriage, and then applied a lot of defensive witchcraft to the carriage before turning his head and looking forward.
"Come out." Morin said lightly.
"Moline."
Thick particles of witchcraft energy flashed over, and a figure appeared in the air. This figure was none other than Dorothe.
The genius of the Eye of Bermuda, a powerful third-level warlock.
"Dorot, you stop me, what do you want to do?" Morin asked, his face calm.
"You have seriously injured the Warlock of our Eye of Bermudas, you can't just leave like this."
"You have to pay the price."
Dorot shook his head slightly.
There was no movement in his body, but the momentum of his body suddenly rose, like a storm convolving, and like a surging tide, whistling endlessly, and pressed hard against Moline in front.