Chapter 701 Ch700 The Destiny Required by the Times

Chapter 701 Ch.700 The Destiny Required by the Times

By interrogating (guiding) the students of Queen's College, the bad boy gang of Chettenham was pulled out.

Not long after, the group hurriedly merged into the night and drove towards the boys' school silent in the tide fog.

This time, without the "thugs", the executive officers played the role of the thugs.

Fernandez and Blade were more focused on questioning and studying the aliens they heard about, and the task of arresting Chettenham fell on Peter Helle, Roland and a group of executive officers who were hurriedly recalled.

And York.

This young boy who is about to hold the ring-raising ceremony.

He is also a very talented child.

"If it weren't for York, I originally planned to stop taking apprentices. I talked to Lady Judya, and she was right." In the carriage, Peter Helle revealed to Roland a conversation he had with Enid a few years ago.

"She said I would meet an exception sooner or later."

"Obviously our York is talented enough." Roland winked at York, who raised his lips and straightened his back like his mentor, meticulous.

"No," the old man shook his head, "there are never many people who are truly talented."

He said.

"The Tribunal often passes tests again and again to repeatedly confirm whether a person's faith is pious, whether he has the trait of 'coldness', and whether his soul fire is strong."

"But, Roland, this is only the 'talent' of an executive, not the 'talent' of a ritualist."

He tapped his knees, and when he stared at Roland, it was like looking at another person.

"I originally thought that Keshihai had the best hope of reaching immortality. Later, I thought..."

"About ten years ago."

"Lady Enid Jutia showed a different 'face' from before - at that time, I thought that she was the one who could truly lead the Tribunal forward..."

Until Roland Collins and Cinder Kratov appeared.

Of course.

He would not really say this.

Compared to Roland and Shandel, no one seems to be outstanding enough - including his apprentice York.

In less than a year, he went from a mortal touching the mystery, showing the arcane triangle in his palm, becoming a formal ritualist, facing the cultists of the Cradle of Flesh and Blood, and surviving the Bristol Hell Massacre...

All kinds of things.

Genius is one aspect.

Destiny is another.

The further people go on the mysterious road, the more they believe in destiny - it cannot be modified artificially. The so-called "ritualists on the road of "destiny" tease destiny" is actually just a part of the gears of this world.

Just like Saint Delis.

In every era, there will be people who are needed by the world.

——Peter Heller does not think his conjecture is completely correct, but he has lived for so long, and everything he has experienced finally fits perfectly and becomes a part of the countless huge gears.

This is awe-inspiring and terrifying.

"I don't know what path you are on, Roland. But I hope you can stick to your own ideas until you die, and don't deviate or change them because of anyone."

No matter how Peter Heller speaks, it makes people feel comfortable. This is not just the effect of his appearance.

"Even if it goes against the truth."

"Not only the truth, Roland," the old gentleman smiled with wrinkles, as if he saw through the monster hidden behind Roland's words: "Even if it goes against the doctrine of the Inquisition, the doctrine of the Holy Cross, or the doctrine of most sects in this world-only those who stick to themselves are worthy of respect."

"Just like I never satirize the cultists like Devinson or Blade. I don't think there is anything wrong with their thoughts and beliefs, but they must be reduced to ashes in front of me."

Peter Heller is not looking at beliefs, but positions.

"There are really many blasphemers in the Inquisition."

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Indeed.

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I am afraid that few of those who can persist for ten years and still stay here have a good impression of the church.

"I mean the gods."

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Doesn't the church represent the gods?

"Leave this question for you to think about after class, little boy."

"Let's talk about something light. I don't want to take my apprentice to talk about such a heavy topic with another gentleman who is a hundred times more handsome than I was when I was young." Mr. Heller turned his head with a smile in his eyes and found that his apprentice was looking at Roland with his heart.

He was very happy.

York's admiration was correct.

Roland Collins had a strange and anachronistic temperament.

He had seen such people.

But Roland was more special than it.

"When do you plan to upgrade the ring?"

"Plan?" Roland chewed on the word and was surprised: "I plan to upgrade one ring every day this week."

Peter Heller smiled indifferently: "I won't ask about your plan, but I want to remind you, Roland. If you are lucky enough to reach the fourth ring, you must start to be careful of the blade around you."

Roland immediately became serious: "You mean that the blade lady wants to harm me."

No mistakes in one song, one post, one content, one content, one book, one bar, one 6, one 9!

Peter Heller: ...

The apprentice beside him began to laugh.

Seeing that the master did not speak, he waited for a while and then laughed unscrupulously.

"I mean, the 'blade' around you, the blade, the bullet in the shadow. I can hardly imagine you talking to Lady Jutia like this... You did do that, right?"

"He mainly likes to silence the other party."

Roland turned his head to avoid the flaming words that followed him everywhere: "You mean, I want to be 'famous'?"

"If you can get to the fourth ring, you will."

Peter Heller nodded.

"No one is willing to offend Enid Jutia for a second- or third-ring little ritualist - provided that he does not continue to move up... Obviously, you will not let them have their way. So I hope you can make some preparations in advance before you reach the fourth ring."

The old gentleman rubbed his palms carefully and spoke slowly:

"For example, some strange objects that can keep you alive in the hands of high-level rings; rare secret organs with the ability to kill enemies across rings; invisible techniques with extremely high risks and costs, but also unpredictable power; some secular authority, mysterious communication -"

"On this point, you can ask your captain."

"Our socialite of the Inquisition."

Peter Heller joked: "He is more talented than us in this regard."

It is not uncommon for a ritualist to climb up continuously in a short period of time.

Even if ritualists are rare, the world is too big.

There are always some people who are called "geniuses" who can break the common cognition one after another and always make surprising moves - whether they are mortals living in the waking world or ritualists who set foot in the sleeping world.

But most "geniuses" will not compress the climbing time into one year like Roland.

This is no longer in the category of genius.

It is weird.

And dealing with weirdness is another way.

For example, now as long as Roland dares to punch the old gentleman in front of him, the other party will immediately notice that he has completed the second step of the "Sword of Judgment" - or his second ring, the second ring of the non-Crown God, has the power comparable to the "Sword of Judgment" of the Great Ritual.

Is this possible?

"I'll consider what you say, Mr. Heller. But... the Tribunal is my home, and it will always be, right?"

Peter Heller blinked and said something rebellious with deep meaning: "If you ask me, I would only suggest that you treat Ms. Enid Jutia as a family member. As for the other 'brothers and sisters' - Roland, family members sometimes have their own positions..."

Little York scratched his forehead, looked at his mentor, looked at Roland, and gradually began to not understand.