After rebirth, one gold coin bought the Elf Princess

After leaving the World Tree, Feng Ling went straight to the Imperial Library.

In a corner of the library, she saw the old director Huron, who was dozing off drowsily with a pot of tea in front of him.

Sitting opposite the old curator, she said softly, "Grandpa Huron, you are very knowledgeable. Can you spare some time to help me solve my doubts?"

Huron opened his cloudy eyes with difficulty and looked at the wind chimes with a smile. His kind voice seemed to have a special magic.

"Feng Ling, you are the Prime Minister and Chief Cabinet Minister of the Empire, and you are also the Imperial Concubine. I cannot bear to be called Grandpa Huron."

"Grandpa Huron, I really have something to do. Besides, I have already resigned, and Roland has also abdicated. All the identities you mentioned are gone."

Feng Ling showed the coquettish spirit of her childhood and grabbed Huron's sleeve and refused to let go.

Seeing that Feng Ling couldn't be easily dismissed, Old Huron smiled and shook his head, "You are still as naughty as before."

"Would you like to help me?"

"When did I not help you?" Huron said with a straight face.

Feng Ling smiled as brightly as a flower, and quickly told the story of Roland's repeated mention of the extravagant life of feasting and drinking.

Huron suddenly realized, this is what he was worried about?

He was speechless.

"Feng Ling, you understand everything except men. The purpose of drinking and feasting is not to eat meat and drink wine, but to indulge in complete enjoyment."

"It includes but is not limited to gluttony, lust, vanity, etc."

Feng Ling was stunned for a long time before she realized that the wine in the wine pool and meat forest referred to luxurious enjoyment, and the meat referred to beautiful women.

"I don't understand this even more. Is there a girl prettier than me...prettier than me and Queen Melanies?"

"No, you are the most beautiful." Although Huron is old, he still has emotional intelligence and he can answer this question.

"Then he still talks about wine and women?"

Huron was speechless. He couldn't remind Feng Ling that what Roland wanted was not ordinary enjoyment, but complete indulgence.

He is an elderly and virtuous man and he has to maintain his dignity.

He could only cough and tentatively remind them: "This is what a pool of wine and a forest of meat is like. As for how to achieve it, it is up to you young people."

"If nothing else, I'm going to continue taking a nap."

"Wait a minute, Grandpa Huron."

Feng Ling couldn't help but ask, "Is the fate deduced by astrology irreversible?"

Huron shook his head slowly, "I don't understand astrology."

"But you understand fate."

"No, you overestimate me. How can I possibly understand fate?"

Huron sighed and said, "Not only do I not understand, no one understands. Remember, everyone."

After saying this, Huron picked up the teacup, but just blew on the floating leaves and refused to take a sip.

Feng Ling knew that old Huron was seeing her off, so she quickly stood up and said goodbye to him.

On the way home, Feng Ling's mind was full of Huron's explanation of the world of wine and women.

She pondered for a long time, but still felt something was wrong.

Over the past twenty years, with Roland's power and position, it was not difficult for him to have as many women as he wanted and any women he wanted.

However, he did not add any more young sisters to his harem, nor did he randomly spread his seeds on beautiful women other than his wife.

After thinking about it, Feng Ling's eyes suddenly lit up.

No matter how beautiful a woman is, she will seem monotonous when you see her.

Roland hasn't added to his harem in twenty years. Is he itching to get pregnant?

She figured it out. This was the reason why Roland kept talking about sex and wine.

After having a full stomach of delicious meals at home, is there anything wrong with wanting to try something new?

She needed to investigate carefully and find out about the girls around Roland that made his heart beat.

Even if it doesn't meet the harem standards proposed by Melanie, at least Roland has to enjoy it.

Leave no regrets before the decisive battle.

Just do it!

Volume 257: The Hero's Path: Chapter : The Last Ode

Eugene retired.

He was succeeded as the new patriarch by Diminias Michael, whose name had hardly been heard before.

This divine name does not conceal his true identity.

The messenger of God descended.

This was the information Roland and his companions obtained during their secret meeting with Eugene after paying homage to the statue of the goddess.

Janice and Roland hadn't been to the Sanctuary for several years and had no idea what had happened here.

Former Patriarch Eugene said helplessly: "Jannis, although I have always protected you and did not allow anyone to investigate you, the protection period has ended."

"The arrival of the envoy of God is a top secret. If you don't come, I dare not convey it by letter."

"After Diminiah came to power, he needed to consolidate his power, so he wasted a lot of time. Now he wants to consolidate his power, and you are his primary target. Someone has reported you to him, and your physique will definitely be exposed if you carefully examine it. You should prepare early."

"Let's go, all of you, this is no longer home."

Janice snorted lightly, and a hint of coldness flashed in her eyes.

"If he has the courage to come to Gracia, I will welcome him anytime."

Eugene wanted to say something, but when he saw Roland right next to him, the words turned into a sigh.

"Mr. Eugene, how long are you going to play ostrich?"

Roland, who had been silent the whole time, spoke directly to Eugene's heart.

He bluntly exposed Eugene's fig leaf.

"You are the Patriarch, and you have worked hard for the Divine Court for many years, but you have nowhere to go because of this parachuted outsider. I feel sorry for you."

"How dare you! You are simply a traitor!"

Eugene's face changed drastically, and he quickly stopped Roland from speaking.

Are you really not afraid of death when you say such things in the Holy Land?

Roland looked at Eugene disapprovingly and said lightly, "The great goddess is high above us, and may not care about so many trivial matters. Who can guarantee that the actions of the messenger of God are all on behalf of the goddess? Doesn't he have any selfish motives?"

"Even if the envoy is really carrying out the goddess' will, how will you deal with it? Can you still be saved in your current situation?"

The word "redemption" instantly turned Eugene's face pale, without a trace of blood.

People always have to have a reason for doing things, and those who believe in the goddess will also have their own pursuits. Salvation is the greatest desire of believers.

You can survive to the day of annihilation by your own ability, be taken away by the goddess by your piety, and live forever in the divine realm or live a good life in the Tiamat plane of the new era.

This is the most simple wish of believers.

However, in the eyes of the goddess, any loyalty that is not absolute is absolutely disloyalty. Given Eugene's situation, he cannot be redeemed even if he lives to the day of annihilation.

The old man's beard trembled with his rapid breathing, just like his trembling mood.

Just when he was about to continue to be stubborn, Roland stabbed him again.

"Judging from the actions of the God's Messenger, it is highly likely that the Goddess felt that you did not do well, so she sent down the God's Messenger to take over the plane and deprive you of your right to redemption. It is also highly likely that the God's Messenger has a personal grudge against you and deprived you of your right to redemption on his own initiative."

Roland kept robbing Eugene of his rights, and kept robbing him. This was like stabbing a knife in Eugene's heart. Janice had been taken care of by Eugene for many years, and she couldn't bear it. She whispered to stop him:

"Roland, stop talking. The Patriarch is already in a very bad mood."

“If you don’t dare to face the problem, then it won’t be a matter of feeling bad next.”

Roland stared at Eugene and asked in a deep voice, "Since the path to redemption is gone, why don't you dare to take the path of resistance?"

"Today's matter, resistance means death, waiting for death also means death, why not give it a try?"

Eugene's knees weakened and he almost collapsed on the spot.

The statue of the goddess was not far in front of him, looking at him with a smile.

This smile usually looked so kind, but now it seemed mixed with a hint of mockery.

Countless scenes from my life flashed through my mind.

From being sent to the Temple College by his parents to study theology when he was young, to being selected by the church teacher to serve in the Knights Templar, from a small errand boy to a priest, pastor, bishop, metropolitan bishop, cardinal...

He started from the bottom and spent two hundred years working his way up to the pinnacle of power. He also possessed the strength of a peak sixth level.

This was not given by anyone, but was earned through sweat, blood and even thrilling experiences between life and death.

He works really hard and he really wants to improve.

Every step of his life is a climb.

After finally reaching the top, before he could take a good look at the scenery, someone came down with a parachute and kicked him off the summit.

Can he bear this?

A cold light flashed in his cloudy eyes. Eugene took a deep breath and asked in a deep voice, "What should I do?"

At this moment, his whole body was shrouded in a majestic aura. He was no longer the hunchbacked old man, nor the timid servant of God.

He is a warrior who fights to defend legitimate power and living space.

He is above all others, he is unrivaled, and he cannot be despised.

Seeing Eugene's burning momentum, Roland was also inspired. His eyes flashed with the desire to fight, and he said loudly: "Kill the God Envoy."

Eugene was stunned for a full half second, and the momentum that had just accumulated dissipated in an instant.

He once again became that hunchbacked old man, the submissive servant of God.

"Roland, this is the Holy Land, you have to be careful with your words, be careful with your words!"

"The messenger of God represents the goddess. Let's not talk about whether we can kill him. Even if we do kill him, what will we do after the goddess descends?"

"Kill the goddess."

Roland said calmly.

It seemed as if what was to be killed was not a goddess, but a chicken.

Eugene looked into Roland's deep eyes and trembled all over.

His face was red as blood, his body was shaking like a sieve, his mind was completely blank, and his emotions were completely dominated by fear. He didn't dare to respond at all.

Just when he was about to refuse, Janice looked at him calmly and said lightly:

"Teacher, please wait here for a moment. I will kill him for you."

When Janice said this, she was as calm as if she was going out for a meal, but the disappointment in her eyes still hurt Eugene.

He suddenly thought of the scene when he taught Janice martial arts.

"Agnis, why are we practicing martial arts?"

"Physical fitness!"

"wrong!"

"To better serve the goddess!"

"wrong!"

"To protect yourself and those around you!"

"wrong!"

At that time, Eugene's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness, and he said calmly: "Murder."

"Martial arts are killing skills. Their only use is to kill people."

"Only by killing the enemy can you preserve everything you have."