The sage Abrador was dissatisfied with the Son of the Sun and wanted to seek power and usurp the throne. This uproar happened more than ten years ago.

Abrador's special identity attracted widespread attention at first, and also brought out the ugliness about Abrador that many people didn't know.

Some people say that Abrado is not a gift from God at all, but that he is greedy for the Holy Grail given by God. It is said that the church only holds a Holy Grail tour every few years, and Abrado enjoys it alone every year. The blood of the deep-sea dragon heir is filled with blood.

When you pour it into the Holy Grail, what comes out is the fragrant holy blood. This is the secret of Abrador's immortality.

In addition, his behavior of being innocent and disdainful on the surface, but privately using his power for personal gain and making money for himself has also been exposed. The rest are mostly rumors. These two scandals are the only ones that have been concluded by the senior officials of Baiye Kingdom.

The conviction was for treason and corruption, and in these primitive times, criminals like Abrado were often publicly executed.

However, perhaps the higher-ups also had a guilty conscience. After issuing the official document, they did not mention a word about the subsequent development. No one knew the final outcome of the disgraced sage.

In today's era, people have gradually realized what a cancer the Son of the Sun, the elected monarch, really is.

The monarch has legislative power, can also adjust taxes, and can also adjust the changes of officials at will, because the sons of the sun are the children of God, they are born to be the spokesperson of God, and the belief in God is rooted in the hearts of every White Night citizen, making it difficult for them to

Resist.

Every White Night citizen must go to the church to receive praises from birth. When they get married, they must also ask a priest to host the wedding banquet and read out the oath. Every White Night citizen who has some financial foundation must go to the nearest church to attend services and donate money.

It doesn't matter how much you put money in the box, but you have to put some money in.

Under the rule of such a deep-rooted ideology, many ordinary people in Baiye Kingdom do not know that they are under heavy taxation and cannot have enough to eat and are not clothed. These are the results of manipulation by some people behind the scenes. These people do not practice etiquette and law, and do not

Ordinary people who understand the context are like lambs waiting to be slaughtered. When they see their master approaching with a knife to kill them, they can rush up to him, stick out their necks, and rub their faces against his bloody trousers.

This is a deep sadness, Ebo thought silently, but when he looked at his apprentice, he struggled to pull out an ugly smile.

He is very old, with a long white beard, sparse hair on the top of his head, and slightly messy white dead hair hanging down, like a few dried water plants. He is not eternally youthful like Abrador.

When you age, you become as weak as ordinary people.

Under the dome supported by rows of columns, there were wild flowers interspersed with the fragrant grass in the adjacent courtyard. The lazy afternoon sun shone down, and Ebo was sunk in an old wicker chair, with a tea table next to him and his wife kneeling in front of him.

The apprentice is a man with golden hair like a lion and a body as strong as a bear.

"Cough, cough, cough!" He coughed violently. The man below him who had one knee on the ground immediately came up to him, "Teacher! Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Spartak. Being able to train you is the most proud thing in my life!" His pale face actually looked a little rosy at the moment, but Spartak was not only unhappy, but also bitten unbearably.

Tighten lips and teeth.

"You, you must lead your students to resist, resist this tyranny, and make those devils behind the curtain pay the price!" His skinny hands did not know where the strength came from, and he tightly grasped Spartak's strong arm.

He let go, tears of hope welled up in his cloudy eyes, and he murmured in his mouth, as if he was reciting some witchcraft spell.

"I know, I know, teacher!" Spartak gradually did not dare to look anymore. He raised his head and stared at the dome penetrated by the dim light, stubbornly not letting the tears fall from the corners of his eyes.

For a long time, he felt that the iron-like hand had lost its strength and warmth. He did not dare to lower his head. He only felt that the light cast by the dome glass was filled with shadows, and the devil's sharp teeth and sharp mouth were hidden in it, as well as a snickering smile.

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"Teacher!" The young man in bachelor's uniform saw Spartak, who was as strong as a bear, walking out of the courtyard with visible sadness on his face. He couldn't help but think of something and asked in a trembling voice, "

Master him?"

"Teacher went to the realm of gods and fell into eternal sleep." Spartak grinned and said something he didn't even believe.

"..."

"Let's go, now is not the time to be sad. Every second we waste, those beasts are plundering more people's wealth." Spartak did not hide his disdain for those guys who listened behind the curtain. He hated that these made him

, a beast that caused children to lose relatives and families, displaced countless people, promoted war wantonly, and collected heavy taxes.

Time makes people grow old, and the first-generation consul Trian looked at his legitimate son with a sighing expression.

He is the same as Ebo, but he lies on a seat that is more luxurious than a throne, lives in a temple that is more gorgeous than a palace, and is wearing white religious clothes. In his later years, this guy actually

I started to believe in gods, but I obviously despised them when I was young.

"It's time to completely hand over power to you," he said.

His legitimate son is a man who is nearly fifty years old. He has already spent more than half of the life of an ordinary Yuan servant. He just took over the power from his father at this time. This is very unbelievable in Baiye Kingdom, but when you think of it,

Trian's glorious life is all reasonable.

"This..." The middle-aged man was a little frightened, "Father is a fighter blessed by God. Many of the deacons in the church are not your generals today. Among the original thirteen fighters, you also have the longest lifespan.

Yes, you can still rule the White Night Kingdom for a long time and support the new majesty behind the scenes until the next Homecoming..."

"Needless to say, if I hadn't been a fighter blessed by God, I would have died in your many assassinations long ago," Trian waved his hand, and Triton also put away his fearful expression at this time.

He said quietly, "Then when do you plan to die? My dear father?"

"You really have a snake-like look in your eyes. If it weren't for that, I probably wouldn't have chosen you as my heir. Those guys are either not as cruel as you, or they don't have enough power in their hands. Frankly speaking, I admire you very much. You are better than you were when you were young."

I am better at playing tricks."

"I have done too many bad things, and I will probably go to hell after death, so my position is also bloody, and it takes someone like you to hold it!" He patted Triton on the shoulder and kept coughing.

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Then he dismissed Cui Dun, and was alone in the temple. A thin chanting sound sounded. Cui Dun closed the door silently, with a sarcastic smile on his lips. It was the hymn of the White Night Church, praising God to cover the sea.

The part about killing the god who descended from the deep sea dragon.

What a god!
Chapter completed!