Silent Crown Chapter 708: Gospel

After the summer, the weather gets hotter and hotter, and the water vapor on the sea still makes people feel thirsty even on the sea. Under the scorching sun, it seems that the soul is about to dry up and faint щww{][lā}

Looking from a distance, in the twisted air, the whole city seems to be thrown into a steamer.

At this time every year, Avalon will usher in a holiday, and most people will not go out when there is nothing to do. They will lie at home, picking up the crushed ice in the cellar, and spend this long vacation in the middle of the year.

Noblemen will take a boat to various places to spend the summer.

This year, the expected scorching heat has not arrived.

Across the opened Avalon barrier, the huge crystal cube hung high above the city, slowly rotating, clearly crystal clear and transparent, but like a greedy black hole, the tyrannical sprinkle of the scorching sun The temperature is all absorbed.

The temperature is really lower than in previous years, making the whole city shady.

It is this shade that reminds countless residents of Avalon, the existence of miracles.

After a storm, after getting used to this behemoth hanging high above the head, everyone looked up at the sky in awe.

The turmoil did not end because of this. Instead, it became more and more serious as months of brewing took place.

At this moment, in the upper city, the headquarters of the Anglo Ministry of Foreign Affairs has become a boiling pot.

Since the meeting started three days ago, the dispute has not been resolved, but has intensified. Through the heavy door, you can still hear the roar of the gentle ambassadors of the past.

Spitting stars flew on the face.

The Foreign Secretary Anglo's expression twitched, he raised his hand, wiped the water from the corner of his eye, held up the tea cup with no expression, and drank tea.

Questions and low growls sounded in the ears, eardrums tingling, and under the repeated ravages of a dozen loud-speaking gentlemen, the minister's ears had begun to buzz at this moment.

Now that I want to be a diplomat, do I have to test my voice and lung capacity first?

He slandered himself inwardly, and quietly moved back a bit-the eardrum hurt by howling.

"Angel's actions have infringed upon our country's territorial rights! We strongly urge Angell to abide by the natural disaster management agreement and restrict the ethernet network under the joint management of the nations!"

"Strongly condemn Angelo's irresponsible behavior!"

"We hereby call on the two engines to communicate sensibly, make correct decisions, and avoid warfare."

"Angluo’s deployment on the high seas has seriously hampered our country’s transportation routes. According to the agreement between the two parties, Angelo is requested to lift the blockade immediately, otherwise our country will take necessary actions!"

"Doesn’t Her Majesty the Queen have any response to our credential?"

No matter how the ambassadors quarreled and yelled, the minister still had hollow eyes, and he was stunned.

Pretend not to hear.

Roar, roar, scream, scream.

It's useless to roar anyway.

Deliver Credentials?

If the credential is useful, what else does the fifth department do?

These fools have not figured it out at all, and now it is not Her Majesty that is in charge of things at all, but the erratic and low-key Avalon Prince who has no sense of existence at all!

Also co-manage the ethernet network?

Disarm the navy?

Open trade routes?

Hehe.

Dream, there is everything in the dream.

The minister rolled his eyes without a trace and looked at the ceiling.

Ah, another difficult day...

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"It's so hot."

Similarly, in the office of Westminster Abbey, the old man in pajamas leaned on the chair, stretched out his hands and grabbed his feet, and cast his white eyes to the opposite seat:

"Can't you let that big thing cooler? After months of staying up the night, this horrible weather made me unable to sleep at a nap."

"I have retired, why bother to be a saint by example?" Ye Qingxuan shook his head, "I am willing to fund you to renovate Westminster Abbey to ensure comfort and coolness."

Mephistopheles rolled his eyes: "Do you think I really lack such a little money?"

"What's the picture?"

"Aren't there just a few pursuits in this life?"

Mephistopheles sighed: "I am not short of money. After taking the pledge of integrity and keeping my heart, I cannot go to my lover. I have lived for seventy years and I am still an old virgin. In addition to a good reputation, I can What is the picture?"

Speaking of this, his expression became more helpless and complicated.

He has been asking for such a thing in his life.

But now it seems that this is something that Ye Qingxuan will ruin.

"I'm still guessing when you will come, I didn't expect to be able to sit still so soon." Mephistopheles glanced at the newspaper on the table with a smile, "Because of this?"

"There is a part of the reason."

Ye Qingxuan shrugged.

That was a notice from the Order.

Once a week.

He used to copy this stuff when he was in Root Town, and even the number of the issue was memorized.

This issue is about the revised content of the new scriptures. After adding several entries, hundreds of words of nonsense were added, but the most important content was not mentioned.

The contents of the Inquisition have been deleted in the holy scriptures, and the evaluation of the Inquisition has gradually changed in the history of the Order.

Many scholars began to re-study the sport of witch hunting, and put forward many innocent cases to prove the out-of-control and mistakes of the court.

For most people, this is not a big deal, but the intention is very interesting.

According to speculation, this is just the beginning. In the future, there must be more methods to gradually subvert the legitimacy of the court and remove it completely.

By then, after losing justice and righteousness, the court will not be able to rely on it. Even Ye Qingxuan, the hand of the gods, will become a fake, without the legitimacy of the past.

When the two people talked about this, Ye Qingxuan suddenly sneezed and pulled out the handkerchief, washing his nose in embarrassment, suppressing the cough.

"Have a cold?"

"The first two days I stood a little bit high, I didn't pay attention to keeping warm." Ye Qingxuan shrugged: "The heights are so cold."

"I just realized it now?"

Mephistopheles gloated, "Are you in a hurry?"

"A bit." Ye Qingxuan nodded calmly.

"Deserve it, thanks to your stuff, now the whole West is in chaos."

Mephistophe pointed to the top of his head: "But is it really worth it? Ye Qingxuan, you could have become one of the most powerful people in the world, but now you have to use everything to gamble on a vain Maybe."

"I think it's a good deal."

Ye Qingxuan laughed and copied Mephistopheles' original words: "After all, don't you just pursue so many points in your life?"

In silence, Mephistopheles shook his head, and after slowly sipping the cold black tea in the cup, he got up, revealing the big pants and two hairy legs under the pajamas.

He stepped on his slippers and walked to the bedside table, picked up a stack of manuscripts, walked back, and threw it in front of Ye Qingxuan.

"This is what you want."

Mephistopheles sighed softly: "Exhausted all the knowledge of me and the sixteen secretaries of Westminster Abbey. The name Mephistopheles has accumulated a lifetime of credibility and the support of six denominations. , The manuscripts that took months to write are all here."

He placed piles of manuscripts in front of Ye Qingxuan.

"This is the new "Book of Public Prayer", the "Forty-One Faith" that distinguishes it from the Holy City, and, the last..."

He hesitated for a moment, and put the thickest part in front of Ye Qingxuan: "Based on the fragments of the book of return to the market collected by the libraries of various sects and the Royal Conservatory of Music, we rearranged and compiled the doctrine~ IndoMTL.com~ is what you really desire.

——A weapon used to resist the holy scriptures. "

In the silence, Mephistopheles returned to his position: "Congratulations, Your Royal Highness.

From now on, as long as you want, a new sect will be established, and you will become the new leader, the new pope. "

Ye Qingxuan smiled bitterly, looked up at the manuscript on the table, and asked:

"Bishop, does it have a name?"

After a moment of contemplation, Mephistopheles replied: "If the old scriptures were in the past, then the new testament should be created now."

"The New Testament?"

Ye Qingxuan nodded: "Good name, thank you for everything, bishop. I promise you that you will be immortal for this."

"Immortality?"

Mephistopheles shook his head and laughed self-deprecatingly: "Let's stay forever? Or is it stinky forever?"

"It's up to posterity to decide. Everyone can't even care about tomorrow. Where can I manage things hundreds of years from now?"

Ye Qingxuan collected the manuscript and stood up to say goodbye, but Mephistopheles in the chair called out.

The old man slumped in his chair, tilted his head to look at him, as if his old eyes could really see something.

"Ye Qingxuan, even with the "New Testament", would you be different from the Order?"

"Of course it's not the same, bishop, the holy scriptures talk about the law, but the law can't solve all the problems." Ye Qingxuan raised the manuscript in Yang's hand,

"And what the "New Testament" brings will be the gospel."

"Gospel?"

Mephistopheles asked: "Whose gospel?"

Ye Qingxuan thought for a while and smiled:

"Of course those who need the gospel most."

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