The weather in June is like a spoiled child, sometimes sunny and sometimes light rain, and gray covers the edge of the Mediterranean.

Greece, Athens, a place beyond the world - the holy land.

The drum tower in the Central Arena rang dullly, and the bells rippled in the sky one after another, spreading throughout the sacred land, the twelve palaces, the Pallas School, and the Grand Theater venue. People in training stopped and looked back. The prides of heaven in learning also stopped their work and listened to the bells that had not sounded for hundreds of years.

A large number of people have gathered in the vast central square. Most of them are warriors in fighting suits, the hope of the future of the Sanctuary, at the circular staircase, one person in ten steps, one post in five steps, and one post. The heavy armored guards holding sharp blades, erected owl flags, floating in the breeze, rows, pieces, surrounding the square.

On today's occasion, the soldiers' array was majestic and the grand gathering seemed to be about to begin.

"Buzz..." The dull and ancient horn sounded from all around, adding a bit of vicissitudes to this ancient land.

The important figures on the stairs gradually surfaced with the sound of bells and drums. The white cloaks increased their holiness, the black tribute bands reflected their majesty, and the golden spikes showed their noble status.

Pope Son stood majestic in the center of the highest point. One step shortened was Osama, the chief of staff of the Holy Land, the Pope's brother, the master of the Astrology Tower, the priest Alex, and the other giant, the great commander of the Knights Templar, standing under the stairs, standing in front of the guards, who represented the sword of the Holy Land.

The sound of bells and drums, musical etiquette, and the sonorous and powerful sounds accompanied by the sound of killing footsteps. A group of knights walked forward along the stairs. The Pope, who had been silent for a long time on the high level, finally took action. He reached out and pressed down. The music around him came to an abrupt end. The entire arena was quiet and even the breathing became blurred.

Behind the crowd, there were a row of golden lights sitting on some large stone pillars that were transported. The first one from the left was Garon. This once arrogant little p-child has grown up and looks like his brother. If it weren't for someone familiar, he wouldn't recognize who the two brothers were. However, his temperament was less calm and elegant than Saga's, and he had more arrogance and evil intentions.

Sitting in the middle, Saga was wearing a simple training suit, and his gray-brown dress seemed to be out of the crowd. At this moment, he was watching His Majesty's speech on the stairs, or taking an oath to declare the belonging of the next crown.

Abrody on the right, sitting there quietly, his beautiful eyes staring at the charming figure beside him.

On the far right is Dismusk, the great disciple who was personally told by His Majesty the Pope. At this moment, he lacked interest and had no interest in this verdict. At this time, he was lying on the sky with his hands on his head and basking in the sun, not taking such a grand occasion at all. To be honest, he hated today's lively occasions. Perhaps the protagonist's words were the correct rhythm.

"Brother, have you seen it? Aiolos was awarded the title of Pope's heir. That belongs to you. Unfortunately, there is never a shortage of thieves in this world!" Gallon spit out the grass in his mouth and said with disdain.

"Yes, Saga, you and Dismusk act as the backs of the "golden arrow". It seems that this position belongs to us from beginning to end..." Abrody looked at Aiolos, holding a sharp sword and swore in the glory of the goddess. His black noble dress, somehow, looked so dazzling.

"Okay, Abu! Galone is ignorant, are you still unreasonable? This is a fair and just showdown. Look at Dismusk, there is no complaint at all..."

"Hululu..." A snoring sound came from the far right, as if responding to Saga's words.

Saga's face was stunned, and his sapphire-like eyes couldn't help but blink. At their level, the only three golds in the Holy Land that broke through the seventh sense. Dismusk could not hear their conversation. Is this Pope's disciple escaping reality or making silent protests.

Saga looked at Dismusk who was pretending to be asleep and smiled arrogantly, "The tolerance of the Aegean Sea always resonates with me. Let's go and see the sea."

Above the high-level, under the golden owl's helmet, a pair of aging and divine eyes brought everything under the stage into his eyes. At this moment, he smiled at the priest Alex next to him, "See, how could such a little mind contain the entire holy realm? What do you think, my priest Alex."

Alex looked at the four figures gradually disappearing in the distance and the ceremony that had not yet ended. His eyelids couldn't help but jump. He showed a smile that was even worse than crying, and said, "They might... want to go out for convenience, okay, I'll go over and take a look..."

"Hmph..." The pope snorted lightly, returned to silence, standing there solemnly and majesticly, accepting the admiration of thousands of people.

Alex walked down in shame like a mouse crossing the street, and the ceremony of awarding was coming to an end. This award was held in the Grand Arena of the Sanctuary, which was also announced in the Sanctuary, who is the future heir to the Pope.

As the bell rang, the ceremony ended completely, and the crowds gathered away in groups of three or five. They were talking and laughing, but looking at Aiolos became even more awe-inspiring.

Antonio, the commander of the Great Regiment, who had removed the guards, walked towards the twelve palaces as usual. This is the most authoritative and sacred place in the Holy Land. Very few ordinary warriors came here, but this time, the road to the Pope's Palace was not quiet.

A black figure blocked the Knight's path under the ancient bell tower.

"Mr. Aiolos, is there anything to teach?" Looking at the hottest guy in the Sanctuary who had just been named the Pope's first heir and was currently the hottest guy in the Sanctuary, Antonio felt a little uneasy.

"Do you know, Lord Antonio, my childhood dream was actually to be a knight." Aiolos turned his back to the other party, and said lightly the words of admiration for the knight, but he did not give the respect the knight as he deserved.

Antonio's face was deep. No matter how you say he was also an older generation warrior in the Holy Land, his status was second only to Chief of Staff Osama and Priest Alex. But today he lost his due respect in front of the younger generation. He made a formula and said in a tone without any emotion, "You are already the Holy Knight of the Holy Land, Lord Aiolos!"

From the change of "Mr." to "Your Excellency", it can be seen that Antonio is dissatisfied with Aiolos.

"I am talking about the Templar, justice, sacrifice, justice, its three major dogmas have always been the goal of my life pursuit. Be loyal to His Highness the Goddess, follow and fight for her until she returns to the dust..." Aiorus turned gently, his words as slowly and gracefully as he turned around.

When Antonio heard this, his eyes lit up, and his gloomy face showed a smile. "It turns out that Lord Aiolos also has a fair and just knight's heart."

"Yes, every knight has a fair and just heart. I believe that when I was in Japan, someone also saw that when the "golden arrow" rushed forward, the ghost flame had already covered the "big snake", but I belonged to the last "god" killer..." Every time Aiolos said, Antonio's face changed greatly.

Aiolos gently walked down the stairs, his tone was calm but every sentence pierced into the hearts of the people: "The knight's sword was pulled out for the goddess, for justice, for justice, for justice, for oath, praise the gods, and loyal to the Gods, follow and fight for her until she returns to the dust..."

Aiolos's figure overlaps with Antonio's stiff figure. The man whispered softly in the knight's ear, "I don't know that after returning to the dust, the sword that represents justice but is defiled can still stand in front of the grave, proclaiming the master's life of justice and loyalty!"
Chapter completed!