So after resting for a while, the old Constantine got up and prepared to leave.
Before leaving, he kissed the foreheads of the children.
These children all possessed exceptionally strong talents. In the eyes of old Constantine, the reason for everything was definitely not the children themselves. After all, no matter how powerful a child is, they couldn’t influence the deities; the source of it all must be Lord Malin.
However, he is now at the other end of the world, although news has just arrived saying that Malin is fine.
Yet... being fine is the biggest problem, isn’t it? Old Constantine believed that Lord Malin must have already understood the situation and would have so knowledge about why the assassin erged... Anyway, this matter was no longer sothing old Constantine could handle.
As he was sent out of the palace by the Rat-man maids of the two ladies, old Constantine noticed the young man by the roadside before he got on his family carriage.
Constance Federon... how could he be here?
Old Constantine paused his action of boarding the carriage, studied the young man, and the latter also watched old Constantine. In the end, it was the Divine Envoy, who couldn’t hold his composure, who showed a very professional, rigid smile.
Is it because I know too much, and they want to silence ?
Old Constantine thought of this, and he also thought of his family.
The love and responsibility for his family made old Constantine close the carriage door and walk towards the Divine Envoy instead.
If the deity is angry and sent a Divine Envoy, does that an the Julius family has no reason to exist in this world?
Since it is so, as an elder of the Julius family, old Constantine faced destruction with the courage deep in his heart, striding towards the Divine Envoy and standing in front of him.
"Constantine Julius, being cautious is never wrong, fate will not give a person a second chance." After saying this, the Divine Envoy smiled and took off his deerstalker hat: "Sorry, I have other matters to attend to, sir, if there are no further questions, I shall leave now."
"And my family, Mr. Divine Envoy." Old Constantine blocked his path.
"What nonsense are you saying, isn’t the very fact that you’re alive the best answer?" The Divine Envoy replied with a smile.
Old Constantine widened his eyes. Eventually, he withdrew his hand and allowed the ssenger of the deity to leave.
Then, he turned and looked at the Church’s hall behind him. He had been sent to an unknown place by the two ladies using a teleportation channel to perform divinations for the children. When the ladies sent him back, it was via the Church’s teleportation coordinates.
The sudden action of the Noble God couldn’t find those coordinates. What does this prove?
Old Constantine suddenly felt that knowing more really does bring pain, like a prophecy.
Lord Malin... no, maybe he should now be addressed as His Grace.
Because only such an answer could explain why the Noble God went crazy attacking these offspring.
Because he and Malin have a fundantal conflict. The Noble God protects the nobles, which is his untouchable boundary.
But everything Lord Malin does, his group, his army, everything does not put the nobles at the center of his group.
Between the choice of superiority and seeing everyone as equals, Malin and he made completely different choices.
If Malin were just a mortal, then, in any case, the Noble God’s action against Malin would result in a backlash to his own divine duties—after all, Malin himself is also a noble, and more than that, a Sage, naturally a head higher than others.
But what if he’s beco a deity?
That would be entirely different, precisely why his Divine Envoy would appear today.
He is warning .
Old Constantine gritted his teeth, thinking—The Julius family is, for the first ti, on the brink of annihilation.
To witness the friendship of Malin’s family, or to face the wrath of the deity, old Constantine had no choice.
He walked to the carriage, and for the first ti, felt the pain brought by age. Old Constantine opened the carriage door and sat silently inside.
May the Goddess of Fate forgive my weakness, may she pardon my betrayal. I am just a useless mortal. If you feel anger, then take my life. Everything I do for my family, let use my worthless life to atone.
With guilt and pain, old Constantine tapped the small window, and his carriage driver, understanding the signal, snapped the whip.
Old Constantine closed his eyes, thinking, wondering, and eventually, he reached out to open the small window—through it, he could see who the driver was.
It couldn’t be old Lerf, because the sound of the whip snapping was not of this tone.
However, the old man’s hand eventually stayed on the small window.
Old Lerf had indeed been replaced, but who replaced him... does it really matter?
No, definitely not, old Constantine sighed, choosing to remain silent.
In any case, the upcoming battlefield is not one for an old guy like old Constantine to step into, after all, fate has never forgiven anyone... So, old Constantine, rember every word.
The more you say, the more mistakes, the less you say, the fewer mistakes, but even if you say nothing, you still make mistakes... because that is called making mistakes.
Old Constantine, you’re old, so life situations really aren’t suitable for you.
......
Constance Federon erged from the teleportation channel, taking out the pocket watch from his pocket, he glanced at the ti.
In the end, he was a step too late, Constantine Julius must have shown everything those ladies wanted to know.
Followers of the Goddess of Fate indeed are troubleso, under that goddess’s protection, they can always avoid being discovered about what they are investigating with the greatest probability.
Therefore, the Noble Lord ultimately acquitted this man’s divination—because this old man didn’t know that his re existence was enough to demand a kind of respect from any Divine Envoy.
He... is favored by the Goddess of Fate, Constance really wanted to kill him, but he had to consider whether he could survive the ensuing pursuit.
Although he didn’t understand why an old man could gain the favor of the deity, but... safety first, right?
So, when rounding the corner and arriving at the entrance of the alley, Constance casually pulled out a pack of cigarettes, without sensing anything unusual, he took a cigarette to his mouth and pulled out a lighter—it’s a good thing, a good thing that allows smokers to light up the world without needing Spell Talent.
He took a puff and then stood by the roadside, waiting for his family’s carriage to arrive—though being a Divine Envoy, it’s good to be cautious; Constance couldn’t tolerate having his master exposed to danger.
"Sir." A child’s greeting ca from beside him.
Constance turned around, wondering which child was asking him a question.
Wait a minute, a child? Which child? Asking what question?!
First ca curiosity, then surprise, and finally, panic—soone quietly approached him from his left-rear side.
In a flash, Constance turned around, but he saw no one.
And in the instant he turned left, the voice ca from his right-rear side.
Along with it ca the intense pain in his body, and the numbing feeling of losing control of his lower half.
An assassin, Constance wanted to shout imdiately.
But he found himself unable to voice out; unbearable pain and an unknown numbing feeling ruled over both his soul and body.
I’ve been stabbed, I’ve been assassinated, who is the assailant, why can’t I connect with my deity?
With various regrets, Constance saw the tip of the knife erging from his chest.
Am I finally going to die?
This was his final thought.
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