Vol 2 Chapter 4212: Atlantis, patriarch!

Germany.
Aachen Cathedral.
At this time, the church was very quiet and was not open to anyone.
In the world-famous chapel, there is an old man sitting.
He looked casual in a black robe, and a simple black wide-brimmed hat on his head.
His dress looks similar to that of the priest, but the brim of the hat can't cover his blond hair.
If you look closely, you will find that his blond hair is slightly white.
This is a characteristic of aging, especially for members of the Atlantis family. When you have white hair, it means that your golden blood can no longer fight the "aging" between heaven and earth. The most natural thing.
This kind of thing, once started, will begin to rush towards the end of life violently, unstoppable, unstoppable.
The old man sat quietly, sometimes looking at the huge and magnificent pipe organ in front of the church, and sometimes looking up at the colorful Germanic dome. There was no sound, and no one could catch him. Real emotions.
During this period, the priest came out and gave him tea twice, but there was no exchange between the two.
The old man was thinking. There was a light of wisdom in his eyes, but in the same way, a little helplessness and powerlessness flashed through. This look was related to age and choice.
What kind of choice is made, what kind of result will be endured.
Although some results are expected, it will still make people feel painful when things that previously existed only in expectations really become reality.
This time the battle was too tragic, and even... it seemed to have covered the world with blood.
After all, it may be the people and things that have been with him all his life, but said goodbye in his twilight years.
So many members of the golden family, so many proud children of heaven, will pass away with the wind.
The old man had been sitting like this for two full days. At this time, until the sun was about to sink to the horizon, the old man had no intention of getting up.
This is the most culturally populated church in Europe. It combines Franconian and Byzantine architectural art. The two styles are fused but opposite, just like the resourceists and radicals of Atlantis... They see They seem to come from the same family, but they all have their own opinions and attitudes.
Together for a long time will be divided, divided for a long time will be combined.
However, some divisions and divisions are indeed artificially created, and right or wrong can only be left to future generations to comment.
The old man made a choice not long ago, about division and union.
He did not personally participate in this series of processes, but his indulgence, his onlookers, and his Chen Momo are the most effective catalysts and combustion aids.
Sparks little by little, and then... Start a prairie fire.
Once it starts, it will become uncontrollable, and this uncontrollability is also expected.
Sometimes, as a master who intends to advance the times, he has to be cruel.
Jade is not a tool. Real gold is always refined by fire. If you want to make Atlantis stronger, then some people will always be the whetstone, stepping stone, and touchstone for others.
No one knows what the old man's mood is at this time.
He is sharp, he is decisive, but also contradictory.
He was hopeful and bold, but also cautious.
Time passed by one minute and one second, maybe, every time the minute hand jumped, a young man with the blood of Atlantis would fall to the ground and never get up again.
At this moment, the door of the church was pushed open from the outside.
A beautiful girl in a white dress walked in.
She has long purple hair that is dreamlike.
Many people see her and think that they have a feeling that their dreams are reflected in reality.
…………
The purple-haired girl is naturally Lolita.
However, this time, she put aside the identity of the family eldest and came here as Athena.
The dark world, the goddess of wisdom, came to Aachen Cathedral.
She walked in, her figure was agile, but her feet were not easy.
Lolita first raised her head, looked at the world-famous dome, looked at the colorful magnificence, looked at the shocking beauty, with a trace of solemnity in her eyes.
Yes, Lolita only had solemn eyes in her eyes, and there was no trace of melancholy—at this juncture, it was completely unnecessary to express any melancholy and perplexity.
"Sentimentality" does not apply to this moment.
Afterwards, Lolita withdrew her gaze from the dome and turned to the old man sitting in front.
"Hello, Mr. Patriarch of Atlantis." Lolita bowed slightly over a dozen meters away, and then said: "Dark World, Athena, come and visit."
I’m Athena, and I’m here, for the dark world and for Atlantis.
Listening to what Lolita meant, this old man turned out to be the current patriarch of Atlantis!
This identity is amazing enough!
It turns out that those patriarchs who are not found by the radical elders have been staying at the Aachen Cathedral!
Both the military commander and Zeus had some deviations in their inferences... The patriarch was not dead, and there was no better life than death.
He just stayed quietly and watched the fire burn, and then closed his eyes, letting the fire raging wildly and letting the situation develop uncontrollably.
If the news that the patriarch is in the Aachen Cathedral is exposed, I am afraid that the radicals will scramble to culminate here!
They will regard Aachen Cathedral as their primary target, not Castilla!
"Child, why don't you come to see me as Lolita?" The old man finally made a sound after two full days, with a very obvious oldness in his voice: "You tell now I, your name is Athena, which makes me feel a little strange. I don't like this sense of distance."
"Because of my position, I am now standing in the dark world, not my family." Lolita took a gentle breath, as if facing the old man would make her feel a little pressure, then she said: "It’s hard to come here, so I want to make it clearer. I hope you can understand, Mr. Patriarch."
"You didn't call me Grandpa Curtis, but you called my patriarch. I think this has already explained your position." The old man said.
"The name'Grandpa' contains too much family affection. With all due respect, Mr. Patriarch, I haven't seen anything related to "family affection" from your choice this time." Lolita said straightforwardly.
Yes, in the eyes of everyone, as long as Van Curtis has a little respect and love for this family, he would not stand by on the sidelines and watch his nephews of his descendants kill them.
"There are things you haven't experienced, you don't understand, boy." Curtis said.
He still didn’t turn around, and this sentence didn’t mean any explanation.
"I don't have those experiences, but I know humanity and compassion." Lolita walked directly to the front and sat down on the chair next to Curtis.
"Grandpa Curtis, I went around a lot of unnecessary circles before inferring that you are here." Lolita said: "However, even if I think about it in another way, I really can't find the reason for your being here."
The chaos outside is like this, don't you plan to go out yet?
Lolita doesn't need to ask this sentence, because she can come here, it has already explained everything-I am here to ask you on behalf of the entire dark world.
"Some answers will take decades to see." Curtis said: "Even if the explanation is now useless, besides, I don't need to explain anything to anyone."
Then he turned to Lolita: "My child, since you are here, just feel the atmosphere here, you will gain."
This Curtis looked kind, maybe, just because the person talking was Lolita.
"Grandpa Curtis, I don't have any mood to feel the artistic atmosphere here." Lolita said: "I really want to tell the radicals about your presence here."
This is a threat from Lolita.
"Child, if you are not here, I won't say so much, but you should carefully consider why you can enter this church." Curtis said.
The subtext of this sentence is undoubtedly-you can come in, I let you in.
You Lolita can come in and stand in front of me, but those radicals may not be able to come in.
After hearing these words, Lolita took a gentle breath again: "Do you know I will come?"
Curtis broke Lolita's threat in one sentence, in other words-he didn't care.
"It's not difficult to guess." Curtis said: "You are from the standpoint of the dark world, and you also want to help Atlantis. I understand this and I am grateful for that."
Lolita is working hard in her way-so many people have not found where the Patriarch Curtis is, but she has found it. This is the power of the goddess of wisdom.
Moreover, since Lolita is here, she will inevitably make her best efforts for it.
What else did Lolita want to say, and Curtis then said: "My boy, I know what you want to express, but I suggest you don't talk about it. This is the end, and it's too late to say anything."
"But I still want to ask." Lolita was unwilling to give up and said: "Why?"
"Why is this?" Curtis shook his head: "Child, you don't have a heart of power, and you are not in my position, so you can't understand me, just like other people don't understand me."
"No." Lolita's tone was firm: "If you want to make Atlantis stronger, there are a thousand ways to choose, but you chose the cruelest one."
"So, since you have seen through, then you should understand my attitude." Curtis said: "No need to ask more, boy."
"But, besides me, someone also wants to ask you." Lolita said.
After speaking, she stood up and looked at the door of the church, her eyes clear.
The gorgeous and solemn door was pushed open again, and an old man in white sportswear walked in.