owlsbooks Chapter 1702 Will that kid Gretel join the White Wolf Clan?
Chapter 1702 Will that kid Gretel join the White Wolf Clan?
The frost and wind howled.
Yukino was speechless.
In the thick, dark stone castle that only allows a ray of skylight to fall on it, and can't even illuminate people's eyebrows, two old people sit silently facing each other.One has white hair like snow, and the old skin is tightly wrapped around the ten finger bones. At a glance, it looks like cast iron;
A man's eyebrows were flustered, just sitting there, in a trance, as if a giant bear was roaring up to the sky.
These two old men are the White Jade Pillar and Zijin Liang of the Askan family.Except for the family legend who has been in seclusion for a long time and barely left the mountain, they are the strongest in the Askan family's apparent combat power.
It can be said that it is not difficult to overthrow the Northland with one word.
However, at this time, [White Wolf] William Askan and [Great Bear] Albre Askan, the two old men's eyebrows and eyes are full of lingering sorrow.
After a long time, [Big Bear] Albrech sighed softly:
"Brother, tell me, Gretel... Master Nordmark, will he come back?"
"do not know."
The aged Earl of the White Wolf, who has been wearing armor and charging into battle since the age of 15, led his troops through eight hundred miles of wasteland at the age of 20, beheaded [Skull Cutter] Bourne, won the name of [White Wolf], and advanced to Heaven at the age of 35. The old knight slowly shook his head.
"The news from Nevis is that the child has never known his origin since he was a child. Little Leo has been hiding his identity since he arrived in the Kingdom of Kent. He has never told his son which family he is from..."
The two old men fell silent together again.Nordmark, Nordmark, Nord means "North", and "Mark" means "border line" and "side wall".Taken together, it is the "Northern Frontier"...
The White Wolf Askan family built a fortress on the banks of the Yibo River. From the moment the family was established, they were the northern vassals of the Rhine Kingdom!
"He always remembers his family...Although he can't come back, he always has a family in his heart..."
[Big Bear] Albrech said slowly.Little Leo was not a knight when he ran away from home.Probably in order to protect his wife and give his wife and children a better life, he worked hard, right?
But little Leo died too early... too early, too early, little Gretel grew up alone in the Kingdom of Kent, and he didn't even know what kind of family he was from...
Of course, for little Gretel at the time, it might be better and safer not to know than to know...
"His relationship with the family was notified to him after the parliament found out. After the notification, he did not express anything. Maybe... Even if he came to the Askan family, it was for the mission of the council, not out of feelings for the family Bar."
[White Wolf] William Askan said leisurely.What kind of cause, what kind of result, since the family does not have any kindness to the Nordmark mage, there is no need to expect the child to have any affection for the family.
The White Wolf family is never weaker than others.It is good to have external assistance, but there is no...
No or no.The Askan family, after so many years of ups and downs, did they rely on external forces to get here?
"So……"
[Big Bear] Albrew wanted to say something, but finally swallowed it back, and just shook his head slightly.He was silent for a while, pointing to a box next to the "Life" journal:
"Then, are you going to use this?"
Compared with the periodicals next to it, this box is inconspicuous at all.Dusty, black, rough and irregular--it was, in fact, a section of tree trunk, not even planed off the bark.
The trunk was sawn in half casually, and a small piece was hollowed out in the middle to hide the things to be hidden.Then, the trunk is regenerated, and it grows together as if it had never been planed.
And the abundant breath of life was locked in the trunk like this, not leaking out at all.
Nevis said that this is the fruit of an ancient tree from Elven Island, which can replenish a lot of life force.It can't make people rejuvenate and regain youth, but it can prolong people's life and live an extra ten or twenty years.
As for the Askan family, extending their lifespan by 20 or [-] years may allow the family to survive the turbulent waves safely.
[White Wolf] William stared fixedly at the box, or rather, the tree trunk.Lift the finger slightly, then drop it, then lift it up a little bit, then drop it again.Finally, he picked up the box, turned around and put it into the secret box next to it, and put it away carefully.
"It's not so far." He sighed softly:
"Look again. Look again..."
If the Nordmark mage has returned to the family, if it is confirmed that he is really the blood of the family, if he personally holds this gift.White Wolf felt that he could trust and take it with confidence.
However, this gift was sent by the Magic Council.
Lets see.After all, his lifespan has not reached the point where he is completely exhausted and sees death coming.
"Wish I could see that kid... wish I could see..."
The two old men looked at each other like this.Now that the Magic Council has fallen into this trap, perhaps at a critical time, Master Nordmark will really come back.
Who knows?
Maybe?
In short, wait slowly and leave the variables to time...
They are looking forward to the occurrence of variables, looking forward to the return of the family's children, so that the family can take another step forward steadily.And in more places, some people hesitated, hesitated, and opened the title page of "Life".
Jean Madeleine stood for a long time with his head bowed before the tomb of Bishop Miria.He knelt down for the last time, sorted out the bouquet of flowers in front of the grave, and wiped the dust off every flower and leaf carefully.
Then, get up and take a few steps back, and sit under the oak tree where you can see the grave without disturbing it.Frowning tightly, his rough hands rubbed the corners of his clothes back and forth, almost tearing them into pieces.
He is not a person with outstanding qualifications.If he had outstanding aptitude, he wouldn't have been a low-level servant for more than ten years. After recovering his magic, he couldn't make any progress for so many years.
Now, there is an opportunity in front of him, grab it, maybe he can advance, maybe, he will fall into the abyss...
This opportunity comes from the Magic Council.From evil magicians.However, when Bishop Miria was wronged and burned to death by the holy fire, the Holy See did not help him, and the Holy See has not upheld justice for him until now;
And the evil magicians have helped the Dutch people a lot.
None of this is critical.The point is, will meditating in this way increase his mental strength?
Or, will it make him lose the favor of the Holy Light?
Jean Madeleine did not understand.All his understanding of doctrine comes from Bishop Miria.The bishop, taught him to be kind, taught him to love, taught him to shepherd the Lamb of God.
However, among the teachings of God, there is no one that mentions that one cannot strengthen oneself...
"My lord, what would you do if it were you?—what advice would you give me if you were still alive?"
The mountain wind is bleak.
Oak was speechless.
The man lying in the grave will never open his eyes again, never give him a kind smile again.
"I'll give it a try! I'll try it!—Anyway, my magic doesn't come from the Holy See, anyway, the Holy See has already excommunicated me!" Finally, Jean Madeleine gritted his teeth and made up his mind:
"If the attempt is successful, I will also have stronger power to relieve the suffering of God's people, won't I!"
He closes his eyes.Rest assured, concentrate, and then, one by one, the bones slowly lit up in the bottom of my heart, forming a rough human shape.
smooth bones...
rough bones...
Burnt bones... burnt crisp, bones that turn into ashes when you touch them...
Among them, there is a solid bone with a complete shape.It is thin and long, with slight bumps on both sides and a small sharp corner at the end.When held in the hand, it is almost like a sharp dagger.
Jean Madeleine did not at first know which bone it was.The sacred bone was put into the box and buried in the tomb. There was only a heavy touch and a faint silver light, which was always branded in his heart.
It wasn't until he read this book "Life" that he suddenly realized:
This is the sternum!
It is the center of the human body, in front of the ribcage, connecting the ribs on both sides, the most central bone!
It is the most pious and holy faith that covers the heart, gathers the heart and soul, and will never be extinguished until death!
And at this very moment, this sacred bone glowing with silver light lit up in his meditation world.With the sacred bone as the center, the ribs extend to both sides, and then surround another circle of ribs backwards, connecting to the spine...
The spine grows upward to support the head and downward to connect with the pelvis.Extending in all directions, arms, legs, palms and fingers, soles of feet and toes, little by little, light up in my heart...
that's me?
that's me!
During meditation, the moment the whole set of skeletons lit up, holy light rained down and attached to the skeletons automatically.Jean Madeleine opened his eyes, only to feel the bones all over his body cracking, and a heat surged from his heart and flowed into his limbs and bones.
He clenched his fists, lunged, sank, rotated his torso, and punched hard!
boom! ! !
"This method is quite useful... quite useful..."
Jean Madeleine withdrew his fist and looked down at his right fist for a long time.Bishop Miria, if you knew this method earlier, maybe you are not just a country bishop, not just a low-level priest?
Maybe, that day, in the military tent, you will get more respect, at least... you won't be burned alive?
In the Kingdom of Capet, in the Netherlands, in the Kingdom of the Rhine.More than one of the priests who believed in the Lord of Radiance [Justified by Faith] got a copy of "Life", and more than one began to try.
There are many successes like Jean Madeleine, and there are many failures. The 18th-level ascetic monk, who founded his own sect and expounded on [Justification by Faith] John Calvin, spurted out a mouthful of golden blood, his faith collapsed, and his aura scattered:
"All glory belongs to the Lord! It belongs to the Lord!" Before his death, he left such last words:
"We can only get closer to the Lord infinitely, waiting for the Lord's gift, and we cannot rob the Lord's glory with ourselves!"