Chapter 604: Memory Fragments

Sally squinted her eyes and asked, the dangerous smile made the corners of Rody's mouth twitch, and he quickly expressed his opinion: "That's not what I meant, after all, I haven't been educated by nobles, so I can't appreciate many things..."

"Okay, okay, look at your wooden appearance, you're serious, don't you men like martial arts competitions, horse racing, etc., but after the war, there are no such activities, and it will take two months to wait. "

Speaking of this, Sally suddenly remembered something, and said seriously: "Bishop Benjamin wrote a letter a few days ago, asking about the impact on the diocese in the future, and I haven't replied yet. What do you think is appropriate?"

Roddy thought for a while, but asked back: "Have you ever thought about... what the 'Rosie Cross' is to the entire ruling class?"

In fact, Sally was also troubled by this problem: "In the past, the 'Rose Cross' was my umbrella, which allowed me to avoid many troubles and deal with many enemies, but now standing in this position, I feel that such a force cannot be controlled in my hands. Power is very disturbing...it's not like nobles, but it's more troublesome than nobles. We funded them a lot, but now it's more scary, and it makes me uncomfortable."

"Religion is dead, but people are alive." Rody picked up his teacup and took a sip, "Actually, after you delegate power to the cabinet, you should realize the advantages of your status...you are both a duke and a priest. Although the 'Rose Cross' will not make a duke a bishop, but you have a legitimate identity to contact the ruling class within the sect, what does this mean, do you know?"

Sally's eyes gradually brightened, and she realized that she had gone to a dead end before: it is indeed narrow to look at the problem alone as a "Duke" or "Priest". And Roddy's meaning is obvious. Since the "Rosaceous Cross" may become an obstacle to the development of Efta, why not completely bring this sect under his control?

When the bishops, regional bishops, and the clergy management and military power in various places are all controlled by themselves, what difference does it make to who the pope is?

"I think I understand..." Sally nodded, and then she made a face at Roddy: "I didn't expect you to be so deep in the research of tricks, say, have you already plotted against me?"

Saying so, Sally stretched out her hand to pinch Roddy's neck playfully, and Roddy yelled "My lord, spare me", only to find that she was hanging on her body unconsciously, and her breath was full of sweetness. The smell of incense, Rody gradually stopped his movements, and stretched out his hand to push her some messy blond hair. Such a distance is suitable for kissing with eyes closed, and Sally obviously planned to do so...

"Wait, someone is coming."

Roddy's voice made Sally reopen her eyes a little annoyed, but then the Duke realized that Rody didn't mean to interrupt the good things of the two of them because his face suddenly became serious.

The "sensitivity of the environment" made Rody hear the slightly hurried footsteps outside the house,

He gently helped Sally up, and the two of them adjusted their slightly wrinkled robes at the same time. When they turned their heads, the attendants who hurried outside the room just happened to enter the hall with letters in their hands.

"My lord, an urgent letter from Elson City."

Seeing the pure red envelope in the opponent's hand, Rody realized that this might not be a trivial matter. It would only be Camilla who sent the letter, and using the red envelope representing the most urgent situation must have encountered a problem that even she could not handle.

After tearing open the letter paper, Rody only glanced at it twice, and then frowned tightly.

The knuckles of his thumb turning white while holding the letter paper clearly showed that he was not in a calm mood at the moment. Sally looked over curiously, and was also shocked by the contents of the letter, covering her mouth, "This, is this true? The Tasman's..."

"I'll go back and deal with it right away. Don't let others know what happened." The flame at Rody's fingertips burned the letter paper to ashes on the spot, and this skilled law-control ability scared Sally, "This matter is very important. Maybe there's more to it."

Luo Di held her hand, knowing that the plan that promised her to stay for a few more days was in vain, just as he was about to say something, Sally patted his chest: "Go! Don't forget when it's done! Come find me."

Answering anything at this time is superfluous, and Roddy said goodbye directly with a deep kiss. And when he left, Sally who stayed in the hall finally sighed, her eyes were extremely lonely.

*****

"Sylvia! Welcome to Elson, this will be the greatest city of the High Elves in the future!"

Who said this? Ah... It was said by the senior who greeted me when I arrived here after graduating from the academy in my hometown.

Senior...

Oh, and Khadgar the Mentor.

That is a mentor who always has a gentle smile on his face, and sometimes he talks in a daze, but as the greatest arcanist who invented the "charged spar", his profound knowledge and powerful arcane level will always be A mountain to look up to.

Sylvia felt that she recalled a lot of things, all kinds of things about Elson, and the details about her life here. The first time she broke a medicine bottle in the laboratory... she was confessed by a tall senior in the library...

The originally mottled and dilapidated memories are in order, and the peaceful days are suddenly broken by the distant battle reports One message after another, and then...

The enemy is coming.

Countless orcs attacked the city frantically, and the light of the floating tower lasted all night, but the enemies died one after another, as if they could never be killed...

Turing!

The name suddenly popped up in her mind, and it reminded Sylvia of the mixed joy and fear on Mentor Khadgar's face when he watched Turing control the city and whisper the attack.

after that...

As if suddenly, the image of memory changed color. Roaring orcs, stiff-limbed humans, surrounded infected beasts, and the arcane cast in their hands mixed into a bright red image. Scenes flashed quickly and at the same time made Sylvie Ya yelled "Ah"

So, she finally woke up from her lethargy.

"Is this...a nightmare?"

It seems that a person who is about to drown suddenly landed on the shore, and the feeling of suffocation still remains in his consciousness. Sylvia glanced around in a daze, and found that this was the laboratory she usually managed in Pasha'er Demon Tower.

"Huh...the orcs haven't come in yet."

She stroked her chest, muttered a few words subconsciously, but then suddenly stopped because she found that she didn't feel her heartbeat under her palm.

Then, she realized she wasn't breathing.