Chapter 353

The night is low and the silver moon is in the sky.

The pale and cold moonlight enveloped the Rose Manor. When the night wind blows, the dark shadows of the trees shake ceaselessly, like ghosts waving their teeth and claws. The singing of white toothed crickets is like ghosts whispering. They weave and talk about one conspiracy after another, vowing to climb out of the tomb of history.

Victor put his hands on the beautifully carved window frame and stared at the shadowy courtyard. He seemed to be in the no man's wilderness shrouded in fog. He could not see the direction of progress, but there were shadows around him, which inevitably bred anxiety and hesitation in his heart.

The demise of the chosen regime, the collapse of the Assyrian Empire, the migration of forest people and horses, the sudden attack of ant people and the ancient prophecy of barbarians all seem to indicate that a strong enemy is coming and a disaster is approaching. He knew nothing about the future, did not know that his opponents were people or ghosts, did not know them, or their real attempts, did not know when the change began and ended, and did not know what role he was playing, so he was worried about gain and loss and was helpless.

Victor wants to find out the clue from the timeline, but there is a huge fault in history. All his speculations are based on hearsay that is difficult to distinguish between true and false. At present, the only clue that can be verified is the discoloration dye of the masked brotherhood.

Untested speculation belongs to nonsense, commonly known as brain tonic. Self brain mending is often thousands of miles away from the truth. It's like Victor told his confidants that he inherited the legacy of a big man. They naturally think that alchemists are the dead men secretly cultivated by the ancient family.

China's sages said: a gentleman should start carefully, if the difference is a millimetre, it is fallacious and thousands of miles.

The truth is very profound, but if people don't think about it, what's the difference between it and salted fish?

After listening to Constantine's story, Victor couldn't help thinking. The more he thought, the more chaotic he was, the more afraid he was, the more afraid he was, the more he thought. He was frightened, his eyes were uncertain, and his expression was gloomy and heavy.

"What makes my love so worried and afraid?"

With a white and shining hand on his shoulder, Victor turned to see Sylvia's pure eyes as blue as the sky, which contained a joking smile and just right concern, which made him relaxed and warm.

"I dare not say." Victor said jokingly.

"Hum." Sylvia snorted her dissatisfaction, turned back to the sofa, crossed her legs, hugged her arms and said, "don't you just doubt that the first Pope was also a god elect? What dare you say to me?"

Victor smiled and said, "honey, you already know?"

"No." Sylvia shook her head and said: "It's also the first time I've heard that the church has cooperated with the mage Council... But what can I do if I know? It's just a historical story and can't change anything. No one wants the wizard to climb over the knight's head again. As long as the church adheres to the glorious code and respects the knight's noble status, we will always support the church."

Victor sat next to Sylvia and sighed, "I'm worried about the coming disaster... Or a strong enemy."

Sylvia was stunned for a moment and giggled, "are you worried about this?! are you frightened by a story?"

Victor's face was hot, and he said, "Mount arete is a place where the law is forbidden. The barbarians are strong and brave. In the face of unknown opponents, they still have to plan for the worst. Don't you worry?"

Sylvia smiled wildly and said with a smile, "honey, do you see anyone worried except you?"

It seems that there is no... The ignorant are fearless. Is the enemy of the alchemy empire a monster in the general sense? Unfortunately, I can't tell you... Victor sighed, shook his head and said, "you all think the speculation of the Pope and the grand Colonel must not be true?"

"What did they speculate? Disaster or strong enemy? Is it the disaster of our human country or the disaster of Mount arete? Is it our human opponent or the barbarian opponent? What kind of opponent? How many? What characteristics? When did the disaster happen? Where did it happen? You see, they don't know anything. Do we need to worry? What are we worried about What's the use? "

"But..."

"No, but." Sylvia reached out her slender hand to block Victor's mouth and said softly, "sorry, honey, you haven't received a knight education. I shouldn't laugh at your timidity."

Sylvia stood up, took down the shield and sword from the wall and said proudly: "A knight should hold a sword and a shield, kill the enemy with a sword and protect himself with a shield. The sword and shield represent the will to fight, resist bullying and strive for victory. We have many opponents, and we have endured countless disasters. When we open up territory, in the eyes of our opponents, are we not a disaster? Therefore, our sword is always cutting-edge, and our shield is always strong, which means that we will never give in, Be alert. "

Victor was fascinated by Sylvia's heroic posture of holding a sword and shield. He paused and asked, "what if the enemy is too strong to defeat?"

"There is no such thing." Sylvia took the sword flower and raised her hands. The sword and shield hung lightly on the buckle of the wall without making a collision sound.

"I have seen the mystery of the element sea. The world has its own laws. No creature is invincible, and no race can prosper forever." Sylvia sat down on the sofa and smiled: "We have never been weak. If the enemy comes, we will annihilate them. If we can't annihilate them, we will slowly consume them with the help of the castle. If the castle can't be defended... Won't we escape? The world is vast, and we can't hide there? If we don't even run away, we can only return to fight. What's the fear even if we die on the spot?"

"I never let the family Knights perform the mission of death, but if we really encounter an invincible enemy, I will sacrifice the refugees first, then the family vassals, and then the ordinary nobles, trainee knights and knights... Can't I survive with the strength of high-level knights? Honey, you should remember that survival is always the most important!" Sylvia looked serious, but she couldn't help laughing and said, "don't worry, I'll take you even if you run for your life."

Civilized people in modern society have been peaceful for a long time. Hearing that the end is approaching, it seems that the sky is about to fall. But human beings in this world are always fighting for survival. Centaurs, ogres, bear monsters, half sheep people, jackals, goblins, barbarians and ants are not powerful competitors? For more than 10000 years, human beings are still one of the most powerful and tenacious races.

When the ant man army attacked the hill camp, no one in the camp was scared to cry and howl, and their hands and feet were soft. Even the peasant women silently picked up their children and ran away from the back mountain of the camp. They were prepared for the disaster.

The alchemy Empire has perished, but mankind has survived. What if the unknown enemy is powerful? With my strength, where can I not settle down? It's a big deal. Like goblins, I hide in the mountains and live a life of eating hair and blood. As long as I live, I have a chance to make a comeback... It's a shame to look forward and backward and shiver! I'm not as good as a woman... Well, I'm not as good as you Divine knight.

Thinking of this, the haze in his chest dissipated and the pressure disappeared. Victor shook his head and said with a smile: "we don't like the heroes of epic singing..."

Sylvia pondered, "what do you think is a hero?"

"A man who dares to sacrifice like the paladin fahild?" Victor asked tentatively.

"Dare to sacrifice is a hero? Maybe a fool with a hot head." Sylvia raised her eyebrows and said, "in my opinion, those who dare to stick to their original heart are heroes."

"His highness fahild, as a powerful Golden Knight, is by no means a reckless fool. When fahild came into contact with the Assyrian Empire, the human kingdom was also exposed to the Assyrian vision. The Assyrian emperor completely angered fahild with the cruel act of compatriots' blood sacrifice and made him realize the great threat of the Assyrian Empire to the human kingdom, so he wanted to destroy Assyria by the hand of ant colonies Empire. "

"I believe that the strength and wisdom of fahhild have been fully prepared before he started, which is by no means an act of death. But no one can ensure that the plan is safe, but since he has made a choice, there is nothing to regret whether he wins or loses."

"Fahild wants to destroy the Assyrian Empire, so he takes action. He is a hero praised by mankind, but a devil hated by Assyrians. But he is dead. What does the praise or curse of the living have to do with him? He just carries out his original intention and has no regrets."

"The Golden Knight adheres to his original heart and is his own hero. He is not lost or shaken. His original heart is his faith and his unswerving path."

Sylvia asked with burning eyes, "honey, what is your faith?"

"I... I haven't thought about it yet." Murmured victor.

"It doesn't matter. It takes time to establish firm faith." Sylvia smiled gracefully, "now, you have to do what you can do. For example, don't be confused by Constantine's story."

"Confused?" Victor asked in surprise, "do you think Constantine's story is false?"