Dark night, grassland.

The evening breeze blew gently, and the delicate green grass rolled into green waves, undulating.

"Sister Curtis, please be my wife. I swear in the name of God that I will take good care of you."

The increasingly mature boy grabbed the nun's little hand, his bright eyes shining like stars.

The moonlight shines on his handsome face. Nourished by divine power, he is tall and has bright blond hair. He looks like a noble knight.

"You, Xiao Fei Lan, don't do this..."

Curtis was a little panicked, but at this moment, the hot-blooded young man threw her down on the grass and bullied her.

"Sister Curtis, I really... like you so much..."

"Wait a minute, I just finished attending the consolation ceremony, I haven't showered yet, I'm a little dirty..."

"No, Sister Curtis smells very good."

"Hmm..."

The pink lips were covered, and the girl struggled for a few times, and finally gave in, hugged each other, and the two kissed passionately.

Fei Lan gently hugged the virtuous and gentle girl, feeling the softness of her delicate body and gently smelling the fragrance of the waterfall-like hair.

"Ktis..."

Next to him, there was an old man in a white robe, with a trace of nostalgia in his eyes, and a faint glint of water.

But Fei Lan didn't take any further action and just hugged the other person quietly.

The girl meekly laid her pillow on his chest. Even if this former genius fell off the altar and was replaced by another genius, the place in his heart was still that of his simple and kind brother.

After a beautiful night, the two embraced each other and welcomed the rising sun.

"It's all your fault!"

Curtis stretched out her hand, enduring the lingering pain in her lower body, pushed Fei Lan away, straightened her collar, and covered the hickey on her neck.

Fei Lan touched his nose, put on his coat, and covered up the tooth marks on his shoulders... and the claw marks made by nails.

The two of them looked at each other, and their eyes showed a stream of love that lasted endlessly.

…

"The Prussian Knights have agreed and are willing to cooperate with us."

"Oh, they dare to betray the lord? Attack the towns under their jurisdiction?"

"Yes, that lord is weak and incompetent. The real power is actually in the hands of the knight commanders from all parties. However, that knight commander's appetite is too big."

"Promise."

"However, the remuneration they want is not low. They want hundreds of young and beautiful women. Together with various resources in the town, this... we can't get any benefit at all."

"Promise them."

On the main seat, the old bishop closed his eyes and meditated, and said in a tone that left no room for doubt.

"Yes, Lord Bishop."

The priest serving on one side bowed respectfully.

The senior priests on the side were all indifferent. Apparently, they were accustomed to the old bishop's dictatorship.

Outside the crack of the door, Fei Lan came holding a new type of rice ear. His body stiffened, as if he had fallen into a cold kiln.

The old man who accompanied him shook his head, thinking to himself that he was really young and innocent back then.

…

The rice fields set up on one side are green, tender and full of vitality.

Fei Lan's eyes were dull, and he subconsciously helped up a rice ear that was blown down by the wind, obviously still digesting the shocking news.

"Whoops!"

A golden beam of light fell, a strong wind rolled in, and rice ears fell to their knees in a large area.

The old bishop came and appeared beside him.

"Did you hear that?"

"Um."

Fei Lan replied that he understood that by recruiting him here, he deliberately leaked it to him.

The so-called Divine Court redeems everyone. In fact, it was built by the Divine Court and knights pretending to be robbers.

This bishop was, in a sense, his father's murderer.

"Angry?"

The old bishop moved a stool and sat down. He looked at the ears of rice that were about to mature and were full of vitality. He couldn't help but ask.

"A little bit, but not too angry..."

Fei Lan scratched his head. He was simple-minded and very smart, but he was not good at dealing with emotional matters.

Facing this old man who was like a father... no, better than his cowardly, alcoholic, scolding father, he could not feel any hatred at all. Instead, after learning the truth, he felt a little indifferent.

Perhaps the tears I shed back then were just the confusion and fear about the future.

As the tears fell, his last trace of emotion for his father had been exhausted.

Moreover, his new wife, sister Curtis, will marry him next week. The old bishop is a witness and is willing to bless the newlyweds.

A premonition told him not to cause trouble, otherwise he would regret it for half his life.

"You are actually very smart and have the ability to be the next bishop, better than me."

The old bishop touched the top of his head and said with a smile: "God's eyes are watching us, but they fall more on you than on me, the bishop."

"What... does this mean?" Fei Lan asked doubtfully.

"This shows that Shenting's latent plan will be completed on you."

"The rise of the Divine Court will also break out in your next term!"

The old bishop smiled with relief, and his smile became even deeper.

But Fei Lan was thoughtful, covering his eyes with more confusion.

He couldn't understand why the Divine Court, which had always preached peace and good harvests, needed to sacrifice so many people if it wanted to grow stronger.

Why does the benevolent God of Harvest need a fight of blood and fire?

The old bishop calmed down for a while and let Fei Lan think for himself before telling him the truth.

The Divine Court secretly provoked the war, and after the war, took the opportunity to harvest faith.

After all, what's better than grabbing a handful of life-saving straws after everything you own is shattered?

Giving help in times of crisis is far better than adding icing on the cake.

Facing the gratitude of a group of believers, the power of faith gained is even more abundant.

And by provoking a war, you gain more fighting spirit than the power of faith.

Why was the former God of Victory so powerful and glorious that he almost ascended the throne of the Lord of the Gods?

Fighting spirit is the main source of power of Arthas, the god of victory.

Northern Europe is warlike, and their fighting spirit throughout the year is so strong!

Even Ares, the god of war who was once a follower of Arthas and now has stolen part of his power, cannot refine the majestic fighting spirit of a continent. One thousandth is the limit.

Under some covert impact, Fei Lan's eyes became brighter and brighter.

A week later, he succeeded to the position of senior priest, participated in the major affairs of the divine court, and had a certain say.

Moreover, after marrying the gentle Curtis and receiving the blessing from the higher-ups of the Divine Court, the old bishop specially performed a rare magic.

…

"Great, we finally have a continuation of blood! Sister Curtis, thank you for your hard work." The handsome man held the newborn baby and spun around happily several times.

"Idiot, you still call me sister..."

The weak and beautiful girl rolled her eyes at him angrily.

Then, the man carefully placed the baby on the bed next to Curtis.

He looked lovingly at Curtis, who was weak after giving birth, with extremely gentle eyes.

"Tell me, what would be a good name for the child?" Curtis smiled, full of maternal brilliance, her eyes as gentle as water.

"I'm not good at naming, so I'd better let you do it, sister." Fei Lan touched his wife's arm and said with a smile.

"Uh, Jenny?"

"Isn't that your opponent's name?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I was so impressed when I saw her arrogant look recently."
To be continued...