Chapter 887： Aura

The solemn and majestic bells echoed in the sanctuary, and a low resonance resonated in the Great Sanctuary of the God of War under the steel dome. Matilda got up from the bench and said to the old pope in front of him, "The bell is ringing, I should Return to Obsidian Palace. If you are still interested in my experience in Cecil, I can tell you more about it next time. "

"I'm looking forward to it," Malm Dunett's face has a peaceful and loving smile. This gentle temperament makes him almost not like a battle priest who served the **** of war and had charged on the battlefield, only his burly and strong The sharpness of the body and the bottom of the eyes proves that the old man is still powerful and proves his dominance and authority over the church. "Take my greetings to Rosetta. He has n’t been to God of War for a long time. The Great Church. "

Matilda lowered her head slightly: "... I will."

Regardless of how the Augustus family keeps a long distance from the gods and the church, regular contact with church representatives and stepping on the church is ultimately the responsibility of the royal family. This kind of thing to be shown to the following nobles and people still has to be done.

With accompanying attendants and guards, Matilda left the magnificent palace.

There is a long corridor from the internal church to the exit.

The Ares sect uses "iron" as a symbol of sacred metal. The black steel frame and classic iron sculptures decorate the corridor leading to the exterior of the church. The countless candlelights in the alcove illuminate the place. Between the columns, narrow windows and narrow windows, the Scripture cloth depicting various war scenes or sacred proverbs hangs from the roof, decorating the walls on both sides.

Matilda walked along this long corridor, the candlelight swaying in the alcove seemed indefinite in her sight. As she approached the exit of the temple, she couldn't help but slow down slightly, and a black The figure with dark hair, dignified and soft appearance, and wearing a maid's dress came to her naturally in the next second.

This figure was one of the several maids behind Matilda, but no one noticed her until she stood up. Even if she came to the princess, no one could see how she crossed The position of the other maids and servants appeared quietly next to Matilda.

"Ms. Diana," Matilda whispered to the dark-haired maid who came to her, "Do you think ... there is a strange ... atmosphere in the Great Church today?"

"I didn't feel it, Your Highness," the black-haired maid kept the same speed as Matilda, and whispered back while walking in small steps, "Did you notice anything?"

"... No, probably I haven't been here for a long time. The relatively heavy decoration style made me a little uncomfortable," Matilda shook her head, and then changed the subject. "It seems that Pope Malm also Noting the recent changes in Aldnan, the fresh air is blown into the Great Church. "

Diana's tone was soft: "Although Malm did not pay attention to the world, he was never a conservative and stubborn person. When new things appeared in his sight, he was also happy to understand."

As a "maid", she was still quite indifferent when talking about the Pope's respect.

Matilda nodded slightly, seeming to agree with Diana's judgment, and then she accelerated her pace slightly, and led her followers through the long corridor quickly.

The candlelight in the alcove is shining, there is no wind in the corridor, but all the candlelights are gently swinging in different directions, as if the invisible wind is hovering in dimensions that humans cannot perceive, disturbing the silence of this sanctuary .

...

Malm Dunett finished another short prayer. He opened his eyes, relaxed his breath, and reached for the herbal wine offered by the attendant, and took a small sip of restraint.

The spicy, sweet and bitter taste of herbal liquor escaped from his throat, stimulating the spirit of the old man. He quietly waited for the feeling of boosting energy to ferment in his body, and at the same time asked casually: "Her Royal Highness left ? "

A sacrificial priest, dressed in a dark black robes, stood next to the pope bowly and reported respectfully: "They have left the Great Church and are under the crown."

"Well," Malm nodded. "Then we will continue to discuss the festival later."

"Under the crown, do you ..." The priest glanced at the old pope anxiously, and hesitantly said, "Do you need to take a break today? You have received many receptions today. At this time, your energy is easily depleted."

"I'm not that fragile yet," Malm shook his head. "And the test of the Lord's lowering cannot be avoided, especially around the annual festival."

As he said, the old pope crossed an x ​​symbol on his chest and chanted the name of the God of War in a low voice.

There was a power that mortals could not perceive in the Great Church, and a kind of sacred and vast but incomprehensible "breath" wandered in this sanctuary, and Malm could vaguely perceive the vague ripples it had appeared. Knowing that this is the power of the **** is undulating between the present world and the kingdom of God.

The God of War is a **** who is "close to" human beings, even closer to humans than the Holy Light, which has always been named after mild justice. This may be because human beings are inherently a war-loving race, or because the God of War pays more attention to the world of mortals than other gods. In any case, the impact of this "closeness" is far-reaching.

It brings more powerful and easily accessible magic to the God of War, and also makes the power of the gods easier to produce some kind of "interlaced penetration" with this world, and this "penetration" that occurs at the boundary of the real world has periodic fluctuations. Now, a new round of infiltration is approaching, and in this great church closest to the will of the gods, some signs have begun to show up.

This is a normal situation for senior God of War officials. It is a normal natural phenomenon.

It's just that this year's penetration ... seems to be stronger than in previous years.

"Under the crown," the voice of the sacrificial priest heard from the side, interrupting the Pope's thinking. "Recently, more and more priests have heard noises in prayer, such as when in or near the Great Church. The situation is particularly serious. "

"The Lord is approaching this world periodically," Malm said in a deep voice. "The human mind cannot fully understand the words of the gods, so the knowledge beyond our thinking becomes a noise like noise, which is normal. Keeping the priests devoted, both physical and mental, is synchronized with the teachings of the gods. This allows us to understand the will of the gods more effectively, and the "noise" situation will be reduced a lot. "

The sacrificial bowed her head deeply and reverently replied: "Yes, under the crown."

Then the helper was quiet for a few seconds, and finally he couldn't help saying: "Under the crown, this time's" resonance "seems to be unusually strong. Is this a sign that the **** is about to lower his will?"

Malm glanced at the sacrificial priest, lowered his eyelids, and placed his hands across his body: "Don't speculate on the will of the Lord, just respectfully fulfill our responsibilities as clergy."

After receiving the teachings, the sacrificial priest immediately lowered his eyes and crossed his hands before him, chanting prayers dedicated to the gods in a low voice. His voice was low and calm, and the sacred words flowed between his lips, but Pope Malm on the side suddenly frowned. He suddenly heard a few strange grunts between the words of the sacrificial offering, which seemed to be mixed in the human voice. The echo of the sound seemed to be a heterogeneous throat whispering that humans could not utter. However, the noise continued for a very short time. The brief prayer of the sacrificial priest came to an end in the next second. It's so clear that I don't see any difference.

He seemed to know nothing about what had just happened.

Malm Dunit took back his gaze at the sacrificial offering and calmed the extraordinary power that had just been mobilized in his body. He said quietly, "Let the bishops gather, let's discuss the matter of the festival."

...

The Shield of the Guardian lay quietly on the table, the ancient Cecil emblem solidified into a rusty and fuzzy patch on the shield, and Gao Wen's fingers slowly brushed from the weathered and corroded metal surface, but the sound of amber It came from him: "If you are idle for a few days, you will be dazed by this shield. Are you thinking about what happened then? Deep in your memories? Can't help feeling life? This is a step Signs of getting old ... "

Gao Wen looked back at the embarrassment of the empire that was blatantly shifting next to him: "Is running around everywhere during work hours just to come to me to discuss a fight?"

Amber immediately waved his hand: "I'm not running around, I will report the matter to you."

Gao Wen temporarily put aside his attention to the guardian's shield and frowned slightly to look at the half-elf before him: "What's the matter?"

Amber took a step forward and took some folded documents out of his arms and placed them on the desk of the high book: "I have sorted them out."

Gao Wen opened the papers with the internal security department's mark, and his eyes quickly swept over the printed text. After seeing the above content, he raised his eyebrows and smiled a little at the corner of his mouth: "So, we 'S phantom drama is popular among Aldnan's civic class? "

"After solving the initial promotion problem, this new gadget effortlessly grabbed the appetite of the citizens. Even a simple plot can intoxicate the audience, and the Shadow Theater itself also caters to the citizens of Aldnam. The psychology, "Amber said casually," Its fare is not expensive, but it does require a little extra money. Decent citizens need to prove that they have the spare power to enjoy life in this cheap and trendy entertainment investment. At the same time, the Magic Shadow Theater is also a 'theater', which makes it a symbol for Tifeng civilians to show their improved taste in life.

"Of course, these reasons are secondary. The main attraction of the Golem is that it is enough to be" interesting ". In this invisible battlefield," interesting "is definitely the most powerful weapon I have ever seen."

Gao Wen listened to Amber's head-to-head analysis and couldn't help smiling at the half-elf. Over the past two years, her growth has become more and more obvious.

"This is a good thing. Our first stage is succeeding," Gao Wen nodded with a smile, and put the document on the table. "What we have to do is simpler and clearer.

"Quick and mass-produced a large number of new Golem plays, which need not be well-made, but must be interesting enough, which can attract more Tifeng people to pay attention; there is no need to directly promote Cecil to prevent Orr Dunam's vigilance and resistance, but it is necessary to frequently strengthen Cecil's advanced impression in the shadow play ...

"Increase investment in overseas newspapers and magazines, recruit some locals, and create some" academic authority ". They do not have to be real authorities, but as long as there are enough newspapers and magazines to declare that they are authoritative, there will naturally be enough Tifeng people. Believe this ... "

Gao Wen said his ideas one by one, about the plan he used to disintegrate the Tifeng people's cohesive consciousness and shake the foundations of Tifeng's society. Amber listened carefully in front of him, and he didn't wait until his words finally fell. Can't help but sigh: "Seriously, I think this is a more terrible thing than the killing on the battlefield ..."

Gao Wen glanced at her: "Why do you think so?"

"The killing on the battlefield will only bring down the soldiers, but the weapon you are building will make a whole country fall," Amber pouted, "and the latter will not realize this even when it falls."

After two seconds of silence, Gao Wen said, "You never thought of such a far-reaching thing before."

"I wouldn't have touched such far-reaching things before," Amber shrugged. "If I become cunning and treacherous, it must have been brought out by you."

Gao Wen listened to Amber sneering, but he didn't feel angry. He just silenced thoughtfully for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed with self-deprecation.

"Sometimes I also feel that my approach is not authentic, but we are facing a tiffin who wants to bite at any time ... I am really a little bit afraid of such a bad old empire, so I can only keep Increase the dose of "poison", "he said, shaking his head, and skipped the topic," I won't talk about this anymore. Next, I will try some things that need your care. "

Amber suddenly smiled: "Hey, I am good at this, but also protect ... wait, now that the mind network of the permanent sleepers has not been nationalized, don't you have to venture into it?"

Gao Wen knew that the other party had misunderstood what he meant, and could not help but smile and waved his hand, and then bent his fingers and tapped the shield of the guardian on the table: "Not trying to dive into the network, I will try to communicate with this shield ' '.'

As soon as Amber heard this, she suddenly looked at Gao Wen with a strange look: "... you want to communicate with a shield? Hey, I think it's wrong for you to stare at this shield every day. You always say it's okay. Have you recently recalled too many things in the past, leading to ... "

Gao Wen glanced at Amber quietly and tapped the shield on the table again: "I don't mind using this to shoot you on the wall."

Amber shrunk his neck suddenly, glanced at the shield with legendary prestige, it was obviously much wider than the Blazer's Sword, and if he shot himself on the wall, it would be embedded evenly. Can't brush down ...

"Shall I just make a joke," she said, admonishing her neck, "Don't always be so cruel ..."

Gao Wen ignored the small bb behind the embarrassment of the empire in front of him, and he turned his attention back to the shield of the guardian in front of him.

After a few days of hesitation and trade-offs, he finally decided ... to try to touch the "starry sky heritage" in front of him in accordance with the method of contacting the eternal slate.