Chapter 462: Request for help and rejection

Ding-ling-ling...

The wind chimes rang softly, and the sound came from far away.

The traces of time can be vaguely seen on the temple on the high cliff, and everything is the same as before from inside to outside.

Hundreds of years have passed, and the current Silver Moon City has changed a lot.

However, this change is more obvious only in the outer areas; the more central the location, the more similar it looks to a thousand years ago.

Just like this ancient temple, since the first high priest built it here, no one has changed its location.

Tap tap...

Tap tap--

Outside the temple, the dense sound of horse hooves is getting closer and closer, and the airflow it brings also causes the wind chimes to ring more clearly.

In the front hall of the temple, the white-haired old woman couldn't help but frown slightly. But not far away from her, another old man just smiled and shook his head.

"Don't take it too seriously, hehe... He's just a little anxious."

"If he was so concerned about God's affairs, how could he have come to this point today?"

The old woman rebuked mercilessly, and it was obvious that she had long been dissatisfied with the people outside.

However, when she finished speaking, the third person in the temple coughed lightly.

Compared with the two obviously old men, the third person looked much younger.

Except for the silver hair that seemed to show his actual age, from the outside, he was just a young man in his twenties.

"Ahem, sir, I'm afraid there's no need to say this about this matter."

"Excuse me, you should know this. Silver Moon City has never had any 'God's affairs'. It only has 'things we think God cares about'."

"For thousands of years, only the high priest has really seen God - at least that's what the books record - other than that, God has never had a will."

"Even our faith in Him is only derived from the teachings of angels and our spontaneous reverence."

"...So what?"

"In any case, this is not a reason to convince me."

After a moment of silence, the old woman did not argue, but her attitude did not ease at all.

The other two people knew why she was like this. After all, although each of them had a different understanding of faith, hers was particularly intense.

The two had no opinion on this. After all, it was just a difference in ideas, and the path was still the same.

But in this case, it was naturally impossible to expect her to have a good face for a guy who taught a non-believer.

"Okay, let him in first."

"Anyway, we should tell him the answer, right?"

With a gentle smile, the second old man spoke again, and this time no one raised any objections.

The old man raised his hand slightly, and with a small noise, the outermost door of the temple slowly opened.

The light was projected into the temple, casting a long shadow.

When the door was completely opened, the centaur who had been waiting for a long time was finally able to enter the temple.

But unlike in the past, Chiron's face at this time only had a little guilt, and more regret and tension.

"Sir Chiron, please forgive me for keeping you waiting for a long time."

"But this is the residence of the gods after all, even if it is only the outermost place, others cannot be allowed to enter and exit at will."

"Of course, we have reached a conclusion on what you mentioned yesterday."

Speaking calmly, the old man's words were very direct.

And Chiron, who walked into the hall, bent his tall body, as if to express his respect to the gods.

"I understand that it is natural to keep quiet in the temple.

"Besides, because of my fault, the sword Levatin was eventually lost in Mount Olympus - I failed to stop my student from making mistakes, so as his teacher, I should also bear this responsibility."

"As I requested before, please give me a chance to redeem everything, I will never let you down again."

The voice echoed in the temple, and the centaur vaguely knew what the result would be.

But he still wanted to try, because after he knew the result of the change in the sacred mountain, he knew that he could never change the ending with his own ability.

However, things never change according to personal will. The three priests in the temple looked at each other for a few times, and then the old man slowly gave the final answer.

"According to Her Highness Yiwen Jielin, regarding the artifact Levatin sword, fate will guide it to find its true owner."

"So although you caused it to be lost in the place where the false god is, considering that you did not do it on purpose, our final decision is not to pursue it. "

"As for your student..."

After a pause, the old man looked up.

If he and the old woman who had worked with him for many years had different opinions about Chiron, then their impressions of the young man were no different.

He was arrogant and thought he could stand shoulder to shoulder with the angels. Such an existence who didn't know what "humility" was was not worth their attention at all.

"Regarding Achilles, the decision of the bishops is as follows. "

"Since he is not a resident of Silvermoon City, but is staying here temporarily because of you, his life and death are not protected by us. "

"After further investigation, he himself is not a devout believer, so we have no reason to help him in terms of doctrine. "

"Finally, he has committed many misconducts and is directly responsible for the loss of the sword; his words and deeds are improper and contrary to the doctrine."

"After the final approval of the Bishops' Council, this person will be expelled from Silvermoon City. Regardless of life or death, he is not allowed to set foot in the Lord's sanctuary again."

"And we will not make any direct response in this matter."

The old man's voice was calm, but as his voice fell, the tension on Chiron's face gradually turned into disappointment.

He wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't.

Because he understood that these clergy were not others. Since the decision was made in the temple of God, there was absolutely no possibility of change.

"...Okay, I understand."

"Anyway, thank you for your help before...If there is anything I need to do, I will definitely not refuse."

Sighing, Chiron prepared to leave.

However, just as he was about to walk out of the temple, he was suddenly called.

"Wait, Mr. Chiron, if I really want to say it, in this matter, we do have something for you to do."

Turning around, Chiron looked at the 'young man' who spoke.

Like the old woman, he had remained silent before.

"The specific matter is not complicated. If you are willing, then you can go on your behalf."

The young man smiled and met Chiron's gaze, and slowly said:

"We only have one thing to do, that is, Achilles' life and death have nothing to do with Silver Moon City, and we don't care about Levadin's whereabouts."

"But knowing that he holds the sword given by the angel, he was still mercilessly executed. We can't pretend that we know nothing about this matter."

"So after the review of the bishops, we are ready to let those countries that believe in false gods respond to this."

Strictly speaking, the young man's words make no sense, but at this moment, Chiron didn't feel strange at all.

Because the centaurs knew very well that this was the real thought of the high-level officials of Silver Moon City, and it was also the reason why he had hoped for help before.

They can not care about Achilles, and they also know that the 'Lord' they believe in will not care about a mortal.

But what they can't tolerate is that someone killed him without hesitation without knowing this.

"I understand. I will try to get an explanation for this."

"But what if they refuse?"

"Reject?"

"It doesn't matter."

"If they don't want to give it to us...then we can take it ourselves."

The voice was calm, and the young man looked like he was talking about something very ordinary.

But in the ears of the centaur, waves of emotion were stirred in his heart.

He knew that Silvermoon City had always been full of contradictions on how to deal with the problems of the Western countries, and even they themselves had never reached a consensus.

Perhaps influenced by the angels, some people always think that those unbelievers should be "changed", and some people think that they should be ignored.

But now it seems that because of Achilles's reckless behavior, the situation may have changed.

At least from this moment on, Silvermoon City decided to take its first step.

"Okay, I accept it."

Take a deep breath, Chiron subconsciously straightened his back.

He knows Silvermoon City, but he also knows Olympus.

This is destined to be a questioning that will not have any results. The gods will never bow their heads, but Silvermoon City will not either.

The conflict between the two was never caused by this trivial matter. It was a continuation of the conflict over the past thousands of years.

Since the Bronze Age, all kinds of grievances have gathered together, and the old hatred has never been erased. Many of them still remember the legends told by their ancestors.

The false gods sent down a flood from the sky, destroying the civilization of the Bronze Age.

"Hu——"

The centaurs knew that once they took this step, as long as the God King on the sacred mountain did not come forward to suppress the Olympian gods, as long as the 'Lord' believed in by Silver Moon City did not speak, that conflict would be almost inevitable.

And as the 'messenger' at the beginning, he might also end up like his students, with no one knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"But it doesn't matter..."

Walking out of the temple, Chiron looked up at the sky.

Achilles was not his first student, nor his favorite, but most of the previous ones eventually died because of the God's Court.

Perhaps every self-important human hero will eventually challenge the majesty of the gods... At first Chiron understood, but gradually, he didn't want to understand.

Life or death, it doesn't matter to him. Sometimes, he also wanted to shine like his students.

So this mission might be dangerous, and it would make him remembered by the gods of Olympus.

But for the Centaur, he was happy with it.

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At the same time, just before and after the Centaur walked out of the temple, he was suspended on the twelve towers around Silvermoon City.

Each of the twelve towers was distinguished by different symbols, and in the tower engraved with the sundial mark, a witch in her thirties was boredly observing the instrument in front of her.

It was a virtual city, or a replica of Silvermoon City.

Buildings of all sizes were accurately reproduced on it, and light spots like shining stars were scattered on it.

This was a projection of Silvermoon City, a by-product of the process of deconstructing the "puzzle lock".

The goddess of the magic network did not directly teach this profound knowledge, but she never stopped people from trying to learn it.

So in the process of studying the puzzle lock, this special projection was born.

Each point of light is a life, and their existence itself will have a subtle effect on the magic network. As a product of the magic network string, the mystery lock should respond to this.

People analyze this feedback and present it in a way that ordinary people can understand.

So although they cannot really control the mystery lock, wizards still find a way to use it to monitor the safety of the city.

"Hehe, it's very important, but how many times has Silver Moon City been invaded in the past thousand years?"

"I remember the last time was more than a hundred years ago. A clone of the ancient evil tried to sneak into the city. As a result, before we could react, the mystery lock automatically killed it."

She curled her lips. If it wasn't her turn, she didn't want to watch this boring surveillance here.

For a moment, the witch even hoped that something would happen.

"Come on... Come on... It would be great if there was another evil thing."

Muttering to herself, the witch swore secretly.

"Come on, I promise you. If I have a choice, I will definitely not kill you right away."