Although he had guessed the answer, when he really got Martin's affirmation, Bishop Aslan's eyes still flashed with a look of astonishment.

He finally knew why the Lord of Time Series attached so much importance to such a young man who didn't seem to be too special.

And why do fantasists and dream makers care about this young man?

He looked back at the chair beneath him.

He felt that as soon as he sat down, he seemed to have established an inexplicable connection with the island.

To be precise, it has established some connection with the chair.

As long as he wants, he can leave the space through the chair!

Doriani next to him is far inferior to that. Although his perception is super strong, it is not as clear as Bishop Aslan.

Martin was also a little surprised.

He didn't expect that this chair also had this function.

Different symbols appear on the backs of the two people.

Behind Bishop Aslan is a rotating clock.

Behind Doriani are two tarot cards and one dice, one positive and one negative.

These different symbols represent their domains.

Martin felt a little tired.

In fact, most of the energy consumption just now was provided by the crown above his head.

But even so, for him now, even a little bit of accompanying consumption is difficult to support.

Martin knew that he had not had much time to stay in this space, so he hurriedly said, "You guys go back first, I have something to do. In a minute, I will send him back."

Martin stretched out his finger and fell into despair, full of despair.

The bishop nodded and glanced at the colorful world outside the screen, and his figure disappeared on the island.

The same is true for Doriani.

Martin counted silently for a minute in his heart.

The hunter squeezed the ribbons and drove his spirit out of the spiritual world.

Martin glanced at the half-body stone statue. Although it was very afraid, Martin was still tightly wrapped around it with a layer of colorful light curtains.

After doing all this, Martin sat down at the table and counted carefully.

There are fourteen seats in total.

Does this number also hide some secret?

However, Martin was not in a hurry to investigate, but closed his eyes and opened the marks of knowledge on his body.

【Divine】!

Taking advantage of the fact that he came to the spiritual world and had a certain increase in his ability, Martin wanted to know what was hidden behind this ceremony.

“Who is holding this ceremony…”

“Who is holding this ceremony…”

...

Martin recited silently, then his eyes went dark, and the next moment he suddenly saw a scene.

A man in a dress stood in front of a huge oil picture, with an evil smile on his face.

On the oil painting opposite him, there were purple-red flames burning.

The whole picture looks extremely weird.

Martin didn't think about what the purple-red flame was, and continued to put his vision into the oil painting and came to another scene.

A woman reached out to her for help, and her body was surrounded by red flames.

The flames burned very quickly, and in a blink of an eye, she swallowed her body, leaving only one arm.

Later, Martin saw Faralinburg.

The city is all shrouded in red flames, huge flames rising, illuminating the entire sky.

Then, Martin felt that his energy was completely exhausted, everything in front of him was always shrouded in darkness, and then he fell asleep tiredly...

No. 35 Lily Street.

The man struggled to get up from the ground, and before he could move, a feeling of stagnation came from all around.

He was shocked to find that his body was tied up by invisible chains, and an old man in a sacrificial robe appeared in front of him with a serious expression...

In the sunny gallery, after a chuckle, Kent's figure gradually turned into illusion until it disappeared.

In the end, only oil paintings were left hanging alone on the wall...

Coretta, the city of ten thousand bells.

On the martial law streets, soldiers were on high alert, and a tense atmosphere enveloped the city.

After a heavy rain last night, the smell of blood was almost dissipated, and some dark red residues could be seen in the ditch beside the road.

In the silent palace, the young king sat upright on the throne with his dazzling crown.

Men's pants looked down the steps.

There were four figures standing there, two of the old men in long robes confronting the other two. The atmosphere was tense and suppressed to the extreme.

"Your Majesty, since you have succeeded to the throne, then the news that Faralin is about to be attacked can be sent to the newspaper!"

One of the older men asked in a deep voice, breaking the hall's silence as if it were dead.

Tessa rubbed the large pearls inlaid on the handrail of the throne, squinted his eyes and looked at the old man, and asked coldly: "Biography of Siphilis, Bishop Anlang, why do the two popes refuse to come to see me?"

Without even waiting for the other party to speak, he added: "Is it because my brother is still alive?"

The two bishops looked at the young man on the throne coldly, and Bishop Siphilis, who had just spoken, spoke again.

"Whoever you sits on the throne is actually not concerned about the temple, after all, it is almost the same for us. But you shouldn't communicate with the Lance people secretly! Annu Fortress and Falalin Fort are all the lands of Gaver!"

Tessa let out a disdainful sneer and his eyes sank: "Haha, Annu is in the hands of another brother, and I think he will not give up easily. As for Falalinburg, he has never paid any taxes to the kingdom."

Bishop Anlang, who had not spoken next to him, was obviously angry and snorted coldly: "Hmph! According to your wishes, Faralin should give it to the Lance people?"

"Irrespectful! Talk to the king! Pay attention to your attitude!" A young man next to him, wearing a golden decoration, shouted at Bishop An Lang who was talking in a fierce manner.

Bishop An Lang glanced at the man, and a look of disdain flashed in his eyes, obviously not taking him seriously.

Zheng!

The man felt despised and was angry. He pulled out the sword on his waist and pointed it at Bishop Anlang.

But even so, Bishop Anlang did not look at him in person, but looked at the young king on the throne.

"Is this the new king's attitude towards the temple?" he asked coldly.

The king waved his hand perfunctorily: "Grand Duke Skoda, put down the sword in your hand and don't get angry."

Bishop Siphilis sighed and looked at the young king on the throne with disappointment, saying, "It seems that the king has decided to give up Faralin Castle, and the nobles and people of Faralin Castle?"

After a silence, Bishop Anlang suddenly said in an extremely serious voice: "Since that is the case, then from now on, the Diocese of Faralin will have no relationship with Gapher!"

"snort!"

After saying that, he looked coldly at Duke Skoda beside him, waved his sleeves hard, and turned around and left.

With a click, the Grand Duke of the Southern Realm who had just taken the position of Duke was shocked and the silver sword that had merged with mitral in his hand was broken in a few inches.

Bishop Siphilis looked at him with a pity, and then left immediately after Bishop Anlang's footsteps.

After the two left, Tesa's tense body sat upright on the throne and relaxed slightly, her brows furrowed together, and she fell into long periods of contemplation.

"Your Majesty, let's give up Faralinburg like this? That's a constant stream of money trees!"

The Skoda bow, whose sword was broken, only then came back to his senses from his shock, looked at Tesa, and reminded him anxiously.

Tessa smiled coldly: "I also want a money tree, but it has grown in someone else's home. Moreover, Rafaz has fled to the southern border, and Vita is stationed in Annu next to Faralin. If you want to master this money tree, you have to wait until my two brothers have been dealt with. By the way, are the two princesses safe?"

The people around the eldest princess looked a little embarrassed: "The two princesses have left the palace and are now... gone, but it is rumored that someone has seen the second princess Navali beside Rafaz."

"Oh, am I the only one left alone..." Tessa sighed heavily, but the expression on her face could not be said to be happy or solemn.

...

Within the Holy See.

Several bishops surrounded the pope.

"Pope, aren't you really going to send messages to Bishop Aslan?"

The pope had a deep expression like the sea on his face, his scepter was held in his hands, and his eyes were gentle.

He is Kagadrin, the watchman, a prophet outside the prophet, who can see through the future.

"Aslan has long known all this. Tiya is also in Fararin, and the situation is already fixed."
To be continued...