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The moment that a black warships to dock, the entire port is mired in silence. Everyone stared in silence in the dark in its cast sharp contours.
There is a strong smell of fish with a cold wind blowing from afar.
Lancelot over his mouth, depressing coughing, a long time, the blood wiped off with a handkerchief in the fingers.
Deep sigh sounded from the side.
Mephistopheles hand, a small hands warm furnace handed him. Lancelot did not refuse, holding the hands warm stove, the face became slightly ruddy some.
"Your body can support how long?"
Mephistopheles blind eyes seemed to fall across his chest, across the clothes, we saw was a lingering heart of the old traditional illnesses, "the doctor should tell you that should not come out."
"There should always be exceptions."
Lancelot shook his head, staring at the shadows of silence, softly whisper: "I want to see him, wanted."
"Lancelot, everyone wants to come here."
Mephistopheles is not that bright cloudy eye pupil stared straight ahead, but like everything will fall into the eyes.
That a pair of blind overlooking the crowd, watching those civilians, nobles, merchants and soldiers, one by one to distinguish their faces, they like to see their thoughts.
"Some people are in respect."
"Some people are for the position."
"Some people want to show ......"
He paused, turning a blind eye fell on the outermost port, that stretches to the end of the road on the surging crowd, that muddy eye pupil will emerge a hint of a sigh and awe.
"And some people are to an audience with the legend."
That moment, deep voice sounded.
The first is the hub of friction of steel armor burst of deep reverberation, followed by iron boots stepping on the deck of the clash of resounding, hundreds of people converging corps, assembled into arrays, forward, evolved into a vast roar.
Silence before the sound of the sea in turmoil, set off bursts of waves.
Su cold breeze swept the faces of those who tried to smile blown white.
Those who took to come, the first time you want to express themselves, to show the friendship of people stunned.
In that voice pauses in place, could not help but want to retreat.
Because in shining lantern, the crimson banners from being executed again, holy symbol in the wind Manjuan forward.
Two demons are stained with blood into the dark armor Knight slowly out from the door opening, the light on that side of the steel armor reflected in the cold, so ferocious.
To inhuman burly priest holding a red red flags, at the forefront of the open, they are wearing a chain hood, but coverage on the heavy armored teach gown, with muffled footsteps, A leaf rubbing, will be issued a sonorous echo.
That priests lead the way straight ahead all the way, just like did not see came up to welcome those who see no slow speed. Make those warm smile full of them become rigid, difficult to sustain.
Seizing the opportunity, people scramble to retreat, warm and welcoming atmosphere is worn out, and silent and embarrassed.
"what 's wrong?"
Several representatives of the nobility wipe the cold sweat, looked at each other, it was pushed out, reluctantly courage, Looking priests lead the way.
But that did nothing to advance the ranks never stop, slowly forward, so that stopped in front of representatives of shocked,Face grew white.
Until the end, the footsteps stopped in front of him.
Hold high the banner of the priest lowered his eyes, looked at him seems.
In the dim light on, burly priest cast a strong shadow, covered in a pale face that, so he could not swallow the mouth spittle, barely smiled:
"Avalon is the next chief ......"
"Rudang bow."
Hoarse voice sounded, interrupting him.
In the dim outline of the backlight, the Su seems to have cast a cold and indifferent eyes, with dignity, such as iron, is difficult to maintain the weight of his smiling face, cold sweat oozing from his forehead.
He looked away, afraid to look at that a pair of eye pupil.
Priest sight back, coldly declared:
"- the fear of the gods."
In the dead of the cold, the only holy emblem on flags fluttering sound.
Footsteps sounded vaguely from a distance.
In the gaze of everyone in that a thin figure emerged from the gloom, marching purify who paved the way, under the dim lights of walked.
Silence, the sound of breathing disappeared.
Only faint footsteps echoed.
Roar steel friction, the armored knights knelt on the ground, who dominate toward the lower head, and in that clergy guard, a thin young man walked down a warship, set foot on the port, in the cold toward palm Ha breath, rubbing his hands, and seems not used to the cold winter.
Green gold ornamentation stole drawn from his shoulder and landed on top of offering clothes. That is not the archbishop who love dark red, but with a deep purple color.
In the swaying lantern shine, hair windblown, like the combustion of mercury.
In silence, he stood on the shore, gazing at a long-Kuiwei city. Obviously just four months short goodbye, but everything becomes different.
Many things have been changed.
All of the past have disappeared.
It can be something deep down it still has not changed
Avalon ......
"finally come back."
Ye Qingxuan softly whisper.
Under the fluttering red red holy symbol, he overlooks the crowd, raised his hand, as the year of your visit here to the emperor, declared toward the mortal truth.
"- You An God Grew."
So, like a tsunami of cheers rang.
Crowds, like a boil.
Numerous chaotic pace stepped on earth is shaking up, dust flew, with turmoil in the air, trembling at that countless people shouting in.
Fanatical crowd stared at a holy symbol, and the young man's figure, waving arms, surging forward, again and again to try to cross the area, regardless of the periphery of the guards blocked
.
Many people working in the lantern held high, waving arms, shouting toward Ye Qingxuan, exhausted all the rhetoric of praise.
With Ye Qingxuan forward, it is a holy symbol of the flag in a gale in exalted, then more and more fanatical believers toward salvation comes in the face of the prostrate.
Those messy cries gradually overlap, into a language the same sentence, with one voice.
"hand of God!"
Ye Qingxuan figure looking up at the crowd, enthusiastically praise: "! Hand of God"
"hand of God!!!"
That the cries of countless people gathered in one place, they shock the world.
This is a quiet humming this city issued.Like finally ushered in the true masters, respectful to all served, humbly to implore those who bestow salvation.
In deafening cries, all who have looked at each other in front of his face slightly changed.
Obviously trying to maintain calm, but can not hide the horror and fear of the emergence of the fundus.
They did not know Ye Qingxuan identity and past, back in the moment Ye Qingxuan returned, and in the past he had information will be placed in front of many people.
In the beginning, they had wanted to unite these into the hands of a powerful force. Later, they saw strength, eager to befriend and then the return of the guests.
But now, they did not even stay here, the courage to introduce myself.
That moment, they finally understand: here is not loyal soldier, not a naive hero, nor is it possible to go with the interests of compromise and to impress the politicians.
The priest said to them: Rudang humble, awe gods.
In that a large and deep purple Festival Phi judge under the symbol of righteousness stole, they are not expected in the young man, but holy city canonized Archbishop, again the religion of the trial, with iron and fire the arrival of the 'hand of God'!
Indulge in all mortals power and desire in his eyes, like dust.
"I am a crazy ah ......"
Some people murmuring. -
"Lancelot, you understand yet?
Mephistopheles looked back, looked lost Lancelot:
"Avalon has changed, old friend, the world has changed. He no longer had that you could blessing of a child.
I know you want to make, but you can not change him. "
Lancelot eyes downcast, only silence.
Cheering crowd in Ye Qingxuan came forward, looking at the front of the old archbishop, he smiles.
"Archbishop Mephistopheles, see your still safe, nice."
He habitually want to salute, the palm of your hand raised, he was stopped by Mephistopheles.
Cloudy blind raised, looked like in front of young people, for a long time, thus revealing the emotion smile.
"You are already gods hands, Archbishop, I do not need to salute."
Then, Mephistopheles slipped the signet ring on the index finger represents power, treasure to be worn on the right hand Ye Qingxuan, finally, bent over, lifted his right hand, touch the forehead to make signet ring.
"I'm already old."
He smiled, as if to remove the burden: "Since then, all the affairs of Anglo parish, by your hand and decide."
Ye Qingxuan from unexpected, he had just returned, even the Archbishop of Mephistopheles guard decades of Westminster Abbey and the entire Avalon enchantment are handed over to himself.
Although he judge, who is also large, but among the faculty, and Mephistopheles is still the same level, even as a regional bishop, Mephistopheles may disregard any fundamental meaning of Ye Qingxuan.
This is a right granted to the Mission of Mephistopheles.
But now, he has it all to be delivered in their own hands.
"Then I'm afraid that you have more things to deal with, I will not bother."
Mephistopheles did not wait for him to refuse, just nodded goodbye: "I cathedral ready for your subordinates station in Westminster,Next time, I'll be there waiting for you. "
When he finished, he's back under the arm entourage, he departed.
Stone just in the moment and pass his footsteps stagnant moment, seems to nod salute, but micro can not sleep.
Until the end, Ye Qingxuan sigh, eyes look to the front.
Wait a long time before looking at Lancelot, mouth freely their opinion, but I do not know what it should say.
Lancelot but insisted on walking stick, pushed someone else's arm, he came forward.
He leaned in, looked at his face, as if to distinguish the outline of the past, as in looking at the long-awaited return of the family, the eyes become complicated and pleased.
"You come back?" He asked softly.
"Yep."
Ye Qingxuan nodded, then froze in place.
Because Lancelot struggling to lift the arms and hugged him.
Over the years, first hug, but impotently no strength.
"Just come back."
He said, "come back just fine."
Ye Qingxuan silent for a long time, I want to broke away, but hesitated, did not refuse.
Soon, Lancelot will be aware of his gaffe, let go, wiped his eyes in embarrassment: "Excuse me, a little excited all these years, I have been looking forward to be able to come back to you, you can come back, really great. a. "
So saying, he was on crutches, pulled Ye Qingxuan staggered forward: ".. Come on, I want to take you back a lot to say to you, small leaves, a lot of talking."
Ye Qingxuan but can stand still, he looked around, eyes becomes confused them: "Maxwell's how you do only that old bastard, not still go through the motions, are reluctant to connect the wind, right???"
Lancelot was silent for a moment, barely hang a smile: "something happened, we all did not expect he has no way to come here."
"I'll take you back and rest."
Lancelot staggered line of sight, no longer see his eyes: "A lot has happened these days, time enough, you can get to know."
Ye Qingxuan looked at him, a long silence, nodding slowly.
"it is good."
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