in the name of the queen.

Cyrus was a little annoyed that the secret he had kept in his heart for many years was actually revealed by Roland.

The five fingers of his right hand slowly clenched under the table, and his nails instantly turned into pitch-black crow's claws. However, in just a moment, he loosened the crow's claws and restored his slender and long white palm.

His palms were as smooth as jade, not like a middle-aged man at all, but more like a work of art.

During the whole process of him secretly gathering strength and releasing it, Roland was sipping the fruit wine, seemingly having no reaction at all.

But Cyrus knew very well that Roland would not remain unresponsive.

Cyrus was a little unconvinced. Was the difference in strength between him and Roland so great? How could the other party dare not take any precautions?

Seeing Cyrus's frown, Roland smiled and explained, "Mr. Cyrus, I'm not sure I can beat you in your home court, but I have a good boss."

He raised his right hand, smiled and teased, "If I encounter danger, I can summon Queen Sofia to attack with all her strength."

Cyrus's face suddenly changed, he sighed and shook his head helplessly.

"I'm sorry, Nubia and the Temple of Nature have been under too much pressure recently. You showed up without notifying me in advance, so I had to be on guard."

His reasons were quite honest, and Roland could understand them.

After the Battle of White Mountain, the world situation changed dramatically.

It seems that they are still those countries, but the future direction will no longer be dominated by armies composed of ordinary people, but by extraordinary people.

The combat effectiveness of a Level 5 Transcendent can at least reach the level of Sophia before the Battle of White Mountain, and a Level 6 Transcendent can also cause huge damage to the city.

If the extraordinary people are not restrained, they will become mobile humanoid destroyers.

So after the Battle of White Mountain, the extraordinary people from various forces met at the foot of the mountain and came up with the White Mountain Convention.

One of the conventions is that the superhumans are not allowed to slaughter ordinary people without reason. Small-scale killing is not restricted, but large-scale killing or vicious killing for fun without reason will be condemned by all superhumans.

Convention 2: Fights between extraordinary people should be held in the wild, away from residential areas. If you insist on fighting in residential areas, you must control the scale of the fight, and refer to Convention 1 for any harm to ordinary people.

Convention 3: When faced with a crisis that threatens all of humanity, the extraordinary beings should unite to face the outside world.

These three conventions set constraints on the behavioral boundaries of extraordinary people and are recognized by all extraordinary people.

It stands to reason that extraordinary people are unruly guys and it is impossible for them to accept such constraints, but they have to accept it.

Because these three points were summarized by Roland, supported by Sif and others, and Sophia fully agreed.

Anyone who opposes will completely offend these top fighters and will have no way out.

After the Battle of White Mountain, most of the extraordinary people stayed in the Rodinia continent. They believed that this would be the main battlefield in the future, with the greatest danger but also the most opportunities.

There are also many extraordinary people who choose to return to their hometown.

They did not want to remain constrained on the Rodinia continent.

As long as I leave Rodinia, I can go back to my hometown and be a little bully, which is better than being restricted in Rodinia.

The former takes risks and is subject to constraints, but has more opportunities; the latter gives up the opportunity to make rapid progress and does not even consider an eventual return to the Japanese stage.

Not everyone is eligible to take a bow on the main stage.

There is no point in continuing to struggle if you can't stand center stage.

Sophia's stunning sword strike in the Battle of White Mountain not only cut off White Mountain, but also the spirits of many extraordinary people.

Their confidence was shattered by a sword because they could never wield this sword.

Since you can't reach the top, you might as well go home and enjoy it.

This type of self-destructive extraordinary people accounts for more than one-third of the total number.

The Crow Sage Cyrus also chose to return to his hometown, but Roland knew that he would not give up on himself. Instead, he would choose to establish his own territory and make plans in advance, striving to perform well on the final stage.

What he said just now was both an explanation and an indirect apology.

After all, he had just had murderous intentions towards Roland, although they disappeared in an instant.

Roland smiled slightly and nodded to show his understanding. "Mr. Cyrus, this matter is still my fault. Although I brought Lisa out for a trip, we were passing through your territory after all, so I should have told you in advance."

Cyrus let out a sigh of relief. Roland gave him a way out, so of course he would jump down knowingly.

"Mr. Roland, you are so polite."

"Since this is a trip, I wonder if I can provide you with some convenience?"

Since Roland wasn't looking for trouble, everything was fine. Cyrus smiled more.

He was not being falsely polite, but sincerely wanted to entertain Roland well.

This is a distinguished guest.

Since Cyrus was willing, Roland would not refuse. He nodded and said seriously, "Mr. Cyrus, I like to be in the limelight. I have to give public speeches wherever I go. I wonder if you are willing to provide me with an opportunity?"

Cyrus was stunned.

He thought about Roland asking for food and lodging, travel escorts, guides, and even travel expenses, but he never thought about Roland going on stage to give a speech.

If someone else had made such a request, he would not have refused, but Roland's request made him feel a little uneasy.

"Mr. Roland, I shouldn't have refused, but you should know that I am the guardian of the Temple of Nature, and you are an honorary knight of the Temple of Light. Our identities are both very sensitive."

“Put yourself in her shoes. If I ask to give a speech in the Holy City or Holy Spring Square, will Christine agree?”

Cyrus's concerns were reasonable.

Religious believers are all fanatical, and Roland's public speeches are likely to cause serious consequences. Even if no one makes trouble, Cyrus does not want pagans to give speeches in the holy place of the Temple of Nature.

Roland shook his head firmly, then nodded, leaving Cyrus a little confused. What did this mean?
Roland smiled and explained, "If it was a religious speech, Christine would certainly not agree, and would even duel with you. But I was speaking in my personal capacity, and it did not involve religious content."

He held up three fingers and said seriously, "First, I will exchange them with enough secrets. Second, you can read my speech outline in advance. Third, in return, you can carry out missionary activities in my non-light faith territory."

Cyrus stood up suddenly and looked at Roland in disbelief.

"Mr. Roland, are you serious?"

"Very serious." Roland's eyes flickered with a strange look.

Cyrus pondered for a moment, and as if he had used up all his strength, he said, "This is an offer that I cannot refuse. I agree. But I will offer you a secret exchange of equal value, and I will not take advantage of you."

"Oh? Mr. Cyrus is quite straightforward." Roland and Cyrus looked at each other and they both laughed at the same time.

It's not so easy to get a bargain.

The exchange conditions proposed by Roland were indeed greater than what he would gain. The first two items were just the appetizers, and allowing the Natural God Court to preach in his non-light faith territory was the main course.

The Bright Parish was Christine's forbidden territory, and no one could touch it. Roland didn't mind trading away the rich foundation that she couldn't get.

He had no relationship with the Court of Plenty, and even had conflicts with them because of his switch to the Light.

Roland certainly would not be polite to someone who was not a friend, but even a potential enemy. Although he gave up a lot of benefits, they were all empty promises and he did not suffer any loss. Cyrus was also very clear about this, but he valued the future.

As long as Roland is still here, the promise will remain valid.

As Roland expands, his non-light faith territories will only grow larger and larger, and this agreement will have a promising future.

Cyrus certainly didn't mind taking advantage, but he knew Roland.

Those who wanted to take advantage of Roland were basically out of luck, and he didn't want to offend anyone.

After reaching a cooperation intention, Roland served the first appetizer.

"Mr. Cyrus, have you ever heard of those four prophetic verses?"

"Of course I have heard of it. Miss Christine wishes the whole world knew that she was conveying the oracle. Who wouldn't have heard of it?"

He said with some disapproval.

The struggle for religious belief is a struggle for the right to speak.

Christine's four-line prophetic poem is gradually becoming a reality. Once the "oracle" she conveyed becomes a reality, who can still doubt her lofty status?
Believers of other denominations were also inevitably shaken.

The gods they believed in disappeared, and the gods of light not only protected the mortals, but could also convey oracles through Christine.

This is very important.

All gods are powerful, but not every god is generous enough.

What believers fear most is not believing in an evil god, but believing in a god who neither rejects nor responds.

Even if it is an evil god, as long as it is willing to listen to their prayers and respond, it is good.

The strength and power of the three goddesses are at the same level, but their responses to believers are not at the same level.

Since Christine has the ability to listen to oracles, it is naturally easier to recruit believers.

Thinking of this, Cyrus's face twisted in pain, and he couldn't help but retort:
“Although Miss Christine insists that this is an oracle, the content may not be entirely correct.”

"'In the dark night, shadow tentacles weave a web'. This is obviously aimed at Doctor Crow of our Nature God Court. It's sheer nonsense. Although Doctor Crow wears a crow mask to hide his identity, that is the price of obtaining healing abilities through sacrifice."

Cyrus said unconvinced: "If the Crow Doctor Group is put on the same level as other vandals just because they hide their identities, I cannot accept it."

Although it was somewhat rude to criticize Christine in front of Roland, Cyrus did not back down.

He knew Roland. Although he was a Knight of Light, he was not a religious person. His essence was still a secular lord.

There are some things that Roland can say to convey emotions without completely losing control.

Looking at Cyrus' excited expression, Roland pressed down with one hand and motioned him to sit down.

It can be seen that although the Crow Sage seems to be emotional, he is actually very clear-headed.

While others assumed that Roland and Christine had the same interests, Cyrus was keenly aware of the differences between them.

Facing Cyrus' questioning, Roland calmly explained: "Of course it has nothing to do with you. Although the Crow Doctor Organization you founded is very similar to the description of this prophetic poem, the object of the prophecy is someone else."

"Have you ever heard of the Darkspawn?"

Cyrus was stunned for a moment, his eyes were a little dazed, and his breathing was a little disordered, "Mr. Roland, please speak."

Since the Darkin was listed in the prophecy, he must be very powerful. He had never heard of it before, so how could he not be nervous?

Roland said in a deep voice: "Do you still remember Queen Sissi? She is the succubus of the Darkin clan."

"Succubus? You mean the demon clan?!"

Cyrus stood up again, his eyes wide.

The news Roland brought shocked his cognition. He tried hard to calm down and finally gradually calmed down.

"Succubus? No wonder she seduces men so easily. Many young talents of the previous generation were bewitched by her and even ruined their bright futures. It turns out she is a damn demon!"

Roland shared information about the Darkin with Cyrus.

As he spoke, Cyrus wanted to ask questions, but he held back.

When he heard that several high-ranking Darkin senators dared to go to the Arctic ice field to ambush Sophia, his face looked particularly ugly.

Although the Darkin failed, their amazing ability to act and their bold and adventurous style still made Cyrus tremble with fear.

Luckily these guys were far away in Tyrol, far away from him.

He let out a long breath, sighing with relief, "I heard that you have dealt with Queen Sissi. You are indeed the one who solved the Darkin crisis so easily."

"No, the Darkin crisis has not been resolved. Although Queen Sissi is dead, the Darkin are still there, and the spatial rift connecting the dark side and this plane has even been reinforced and taken away."

Cyrus' heart was beating wildly. He had heard a little about the reputation of the demons.

These crazy guys competed for living space with the goddess' clan in the Age of Gods. Although they were at a disadvantage, their strength was evident.

If the three goddesses had not appeared out of nowhere, the tribe of the three goddesses would never have been able to defeat them.

He put away his gloating thoughts and asked with concern: "Mr. Roland, you must be having a hard time with such a bad neighbor. I am willing to abide by the White Mountain Convention and provide you with help."

"Mr. Cyrus, I appreciate your kindness, but I don't think I need it."

Roland couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips, and said calmly: "Mr. Cyrus, you have worked hard to have such a bad neighbor. I am willing to abide by the White Mountain Convention and provide you with assistance."

Cyrus was stunned. Roland was actually imitating what he had just said.

He was a little annoyed. This behavior was indeed impolite, but he couldn't care less.

Just when he was annoyed by Roland's parrot's imitation of human language, he suddenly thought of a possibility and stood up abruptly.

"Mr. Roland, what do you mean?"

"Yes, the Darkin lost the battle with Rodinia. They were no match for Sofia, so they offered a favor and asked Sofia to stop. The final result of the agreement was that the Darkin withdrew from Rodinia and went to the southern continent to develop."

Cyrus almost vomited blood.

The territory of the Nubian Kingdom spans across the Rodinia continent and the Southern Continent. Although the richest sky city is in Rodinia, most of the territory is in the Southern Continent.

If the Darkin settled in the southern continent, how would he respond?

His vision went dark and Cyrus almost fainted, but he managed to keep himself steady.

With a bitter smile on his lips, he sighed self-deprecatingly, "Mr. Roland, tell me any bad news you have. I can handle it."

"There is another piece of news, but it's not all bad news. The Kingdom of Talia is about to become a new magic empire, and their development direction is..."

Roland took a deep breath and said calmly: "Go south." (End of this chapter)