Chapter 4212

Germany.

Aachen cathedral.

At this time, the church was quiet and not open to anyone.

In the world-famous chapel, there is an old man sitting.

He was dressed in a black robe and looked very casual. He wore a simple black wide brimmed hat on his head.

His dress looks a little similar to that of the priest, but the brim of this hat can't cover his golden hair.

If you look carefully, you will find that his golden hair has turned a little white.

This is the feature of aging, especially for the family members of Atlantis. When you have white hair, it means that your golden blood can no longer resist the most natural thing between heaven and earth, aging.

Once this kind of thing starts, it will begin to run violently towards the end of life. It can't be stopped, and it can't be stopped.

The old man sat so quietly, sometimes looking at the huge and magnificent organ in front of the church, sometimes looking up at the colorful Germanic dome, and never said a word, and no one could fathom his true feelings.

During this period, the priest came out and added tea to him twice, but there was no communication between them.

The old man was thinking, and there was a light of wisdom in his eyes, but also flashed a little helpless and incompetent, which was related to age and choice.

What kind of choice you make, you have to bear what kind of result.

Although some results are expected, people will still feel pain when those things that previously only existed in the expectation really come true.

This fight was so fierce that... The world seemed to be covered with blood.

After all, it may be the people and things that have accompanied him all his life, but he said goodbye in his twilight years.

So many members of the golden family, so many favored sons of heaven, will die with the wind.

The old man has been sitting like this for two days. At this time, until the sun is about to sink below the horizon, the old man has no intention of getting up.

This is the most cultural Church in Europe, which combines Frankish and Byzantine architectural art. These two styles are integrated but opposite, just like Atlantis' resource school and radical school... They seem to come from the same family, but they also have their own ideas and attitudes.

If we keep together for a long time, we will divide and divide.

However, some on-off and on-off are indeed man-made, and right and wrong can only be judged by future generations.

Not long ago, the old man made a choice about opening and closing.

He did not personally participate in this series of processes, but his laissez faire, his bystander, and his silence are the most effective catalysts and combustion promoters.

Sparks dot, and then... Start a prairie fire.

Once started, it will become uncontrollable, and this uncontrollability is also expected.

Sometimes, as a controller who intends to promote the progress of the times, we need to be ruthless.

Jade without polish is not a tool. Real gold always needs to be refined by fire. If you want to make Atlantis stronger, then some people will always be grindstones, stepping stones and touchstones for others.

No one knows what kind of mood the old man is at this time.

He is sharp, he is decisive, but also contradictory.

He is hopeful, bold, but also cautious.

Time passes by minute by second. Maybe every time the minute hand beats, a young man with Atlantis blood will fall to the ground and never get up again.

At this time, the door of the church was pushed open from the outside.

A beautiful girl in a white dress came in.

She has long, dreamy purple hair.

When many people see her, they will think that they have a feeling that their dreams are reflected in reality.

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The girl with purple hair is Lolita naturally.

However, this time, she put aside the identity of the eldest daughter of the family and came here as Athena.

The dark world, the goddess of wisdom, came to Aachen cathedral.

She came in, smart, but her steps were not easy.

Lolita first looked up, looked at the world-famous dome, looked at the colorful beauty, looked at the shocking beauty, and her eyes were a little solemn.

Yes, Lolita's eyes are only solemn, not a trace of loss - at this juncture, it is completely unnecessary to express any melancholy and confusion.

"Sentimental" does not apply at this moment.

Then Lolita took her eyes back from the dome and turned to the old man sitting in front of her.

"Hello, Mr. patriarch of Atlantis." Lolita bowed slightly across a dozen meters, and then said, "dark world, Athena, come and visit."

I'm Athena. I'm here for the dark world and Atlantis.

Listen to what Lolita means, this old man is actually the current patriarch of Atlantis!

This identity is amazing enough!

It turned out that those patriarchs who could not be found by the radical elders had been staying in Aachen Cathedral!

There are some deviations in the inference of the military master and Zeus... The patriarch is not dead, nor is life worse than death.

He just stayed quietly aside and watched the fire burn. Then, he closed his eyes and allowed the fire to rage wildly and the situation to develop uncontrollably.

If the news that the patriarch is in Aachen cathedral is exposed, I'm afraid those radicals will rush towards this side!

They will regard Aachen cathedral as the primary target of attack, not castia!

"Son, why don't you come to see me as Lolita?" After a full two days, the old man finally made a sound, in which there was a very obvious old meaning: "now tell me, your name is Athena, which makes me feel a little strange. I don't like this sense of distance."

"Because of my position, I am now standing in the position of the dark world, not my family." Lolita took a gentle breath, as if facing the old man directly would make her feel a little pressure. Then she said, "it's not easy to come here, so I want to make it clear. I hope you can understand, Mr. patriarch."

"You didn't call me Grandpa Curtis, but you called me Mr. patriarch. I think this has explained your position." The old man said.

"The name 'Grandpa' contains too much family affection. With all due respect, Mr. patriarch, I didn't see anything related to 'family affection' from your choice this time." Lolita said bluntly.

Yes, in everyone's view, if Curtis had a little respect and love for this family, he would not stand idly by and watch his nephews die in the future.

"There are some things you haven't experienced, you don't understand, son." Curtis said.

He still didn't turn around, and this sentence didn't mean any explanation

"I don't have those experiences, but I know human nature and compassion." Lolita walked directly to the front and sat down in the chair next to Curtis.

"Grandpa Curtis, I made a lot of unnecessary circles to infer that you are here." Lolita said, "but even if I change my position, I really can't find a reason for you to be here."

It's all in such a mess outside. Aren't you going out yet?

Lolita doesn't need to ask this sentence, because she can come here, which has already explained everything - I'm asking you on behalf of the whole dark world.

"Some answers will take decades to see." Curtis said, "it's useless to explain now. Besides, I don't need to explain anything to anyone."

Then he turned to Lolita: "son, since you are here, just feel the atmosphere here calmly, and you will gain."

Curtis looks very kind. Maybe it's just because the object of the chat is Lolita.

"Grandpa Curtis, I'm not in any mood to feel the artistic atmosphere here." Lolita said, "I really want to tell those radicals about your presence here."

This is a threat from Lolita.

"Son, if it wasn't you who came here, I wouldn't say so much, but you should carefully consider why you can enter this church." Curtis said.

The subtext of this sentence is undoubtedly - you can come in, I let someone let you in.

You Lolita can come in and stand in front of me, but those radicals may not be able to get in.

Lolita listened to this sentence and took another gentle breath: "did you know I would come?"

Curtis broke Lolita's threat in one sentence. In other words, he didn't care.

"It's not hard to guess." Curtis said, "you are standing in the position of the dark world, and you also want to help Atlantis, which I can understand and thank you for."

Lolita is making efforts in her way - so many people have not found where Curtis patriarch is, but she found it. This is the ability of the goddess of wisdom.

Moreover, since Lolita has come, she will certainly make the best efforts for this.

What else did Lolita want to say? Curtis then said, "son, I know what you want to express, but I suggest you don't say it. It's too late to say anything."

"But I still want to ask." Lolita was unwilling to give up and said, "why?"

"Why is this?" Curtis shook his head. "Son, you have no power and are not in my position, so you can't understand me, just like other people don't understand me."

"No." Lolita's tone was firm: "there are a thousand ways to make Atlantis stronger, but you chose the cruelest one."

"So, since you have seen through, you should also understand my attitude." Curtis said, "no more questions, son."

"But, besides me, someone also wants to ask you." Said Lolita.

After saying that, she stood up and looked at the church gate, her eyes very clear.

The gorgeous and solemn door was pushed open again, and an old man in white sportswear came in.