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Chapter 671 The truth about Solamus!

The witches were confused. It was difficult for them to believe in Iden's identity as a person valued by the prophet, and it was difficult to explain why Solamius's legacy would be voluntarily assigned to him.

"Eden...what are you?"

Mona was the first to ask:

"We heard that you are an envoy of the Fahora sect... and we suspect that you have an affair with the final shaman."

After hearing Mona's words, Eden finally understood why the witches suddenly turned against each other and wanted to take him back without resorting to violence.

Indeed... I have not concealed the identity of the so-called envoy of the Fahora sect, and I am indeed investigating the Final Shaman Society. From an outsider's perspective, it is normal to be suspected.

Eden let out a heavy breath, thinking about what to say.

If you talk about it openly, it seems easy to explain.

But...if this is the case, it means that the coven of witches will know or be able to deduce their secrets.

Witches... are not as trustworthy as imagined. Even if they are trustworthy, there is no guarantee that these witches will not reveal their secrets.

After all, the reason why he was able to survive this arrest for so long was because the witch Rita tipped off Althea in advance.

With his mind spinning, Eden thought for a while, and finally said slowly:

"There are many things that have yet to be spoken."

He seemed to be pretending to be profound, but also seemed to be serious.

The witches couldn't tell the difference for a while and could only keep a close eye on the priest.

"I can only tell you that my identity is not as simple as you think. God...has made many arrangements for me."

Eden's tone was like a prophet, and the content of his words was both mysterious and mysterious.

The witches looked at him warily and doubtfully. They really didn't know how much of what Eden said was true and how false. The man in front of them seemed trustworthy, but also seemed untrustworthy.

Unknowingly, Eden pushed them to the gambling table, either trusting them or giving them a try.

At this critical moment, the witches all turned their attention to their chief wizard.

In the absence of the old president, it stands to reason that the chief wizard has the power to make decisions.

Crystal beads of sweat fell from her sky-blue forehead. Mona clutched the wand, feeling extremely hesitant. Emotionally speaking, she believed in Eden, but...emotions often lie.

Eden noticed the gazes of the witches and immediately understood that Mona was the key to the problem at hand.

"Mona, don't you trust me?"

As Iden spoke, he picked up the sword left by Soramius.

"So what if you don't trust me? It trusts me."

These words were like thunder, suddenly clearing away the fog lingering in Mona's mind. Her eyes widened for a moment, looking at the long sword that obeyed Iden's hand.

After a while, Mona nodded heavily.

"So, okay..."

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Finally, the witches left, and Eden returned to her home safe and sound, breathing a long sigh of relief.

Eden's words hit Mona's heart, but of course it was impossible to convince all the witches with just one sentence. After Mona made her decision, some witches on the scene raised objections, but they were all rejected. Mona dismissed it.

I don't completely trust those witches, so why don't the witches doubt me?

It's just that the result of this crisis-the obedience of Solamius's legacy, made the witches reluctantly believe that they are by no means their enemies.

As for the legacy of Solamius, the amazingly powerful sword, despite being reluctant to part with it, was eventually returned to the witches by Iden.

If you keep it rashly, the witches will not let you go so easily. It is the most precious treasure of the witch coven, and it is regarded as the life source of the coven.

In any case, this crisis of confidence has been temporarily resolved.

Eden lay on the bed, breathing heavily as he recalled what happened today.

The Legacy of Solamius… Surrender to Yourself

Does that mean…

"I...am not some pagan prophet?"

"I... am really someone valued by the prophet..."

Eden felt waves of unreal feelings, as illusory as wind gauze.

After experiencing so much, at this moment, it was a bit untrue to suddenly tell myself that I was not some pagan prophet.

Whether it is the righteous Timian in the poem, the night miracle in the "Book of Miracles", or the face of the unknown prophet...all the signs seem to indicate that he is the pagan prophet and the king's successor. The king's will is done.

But now... the puzzle seems to have taken a turn, going in a different direction.

Moved? Moved, but besides being moved by a little faith, Eden's emotions were extremely complicated.

"The truth...what is it?"

Layers of confusion flooded into his mind, and Eden suddenly realized that he was so helpless.

jingle.

At this time, the bell on his waist rang.

Eden stood up from the bed and walked out the door.

As soon as he opened the door of the house, Eden was surprised to see Althea standing outside the door with a bread basket in her hand. She held a light brown silk-brimmed wide-brimmed hat in her hand, and the shadow cast by it was just enough to cover her face.

Althea made a gesture and walked in.

"Are you okay?"

After asking, Althea looked at Eden, then nodded and said:

"I came in disguised as a food delivery woman."

With that said, Althea put down the bread basket in her hand.

"Why did you come here..."

Eden paused;

"I thought... you rang the bell to let me pass."

Althea took off her hat and turned around gracefully,

"Except this time, just to remind you that I'm coming."

As she spoke, she imitated those maids, holding up her skirt with both hands, squatting slightly on her knees, then nodded, curtsied to Eden, and then asked with a teasing smile:

"Master Knight, are you injured in any way?"

Even with her knees bent, Althea was level with Eden's head.

"No...everything is fine."

Eden said a little tiredly.

With that said, he sat down on the bench in the hall, and Althea also sat opposite him.

"So...how did it happen?"

Speaking, Althea added:

"As your sponsor, I feel I have the right to intervene."

Eden touched his forehead, and then told Althea roughly what happened today.

The princess raised her ears and listened to every word without missing a word, asking questions about details from time to time. And when Eden talked about the strangeness of Solamius' inheritance, Althea was surprised, but not that surprised.

"It seems...what Father Verdo said is true?"

Althea asked:

"Are you really... someone valued by the prophet?"

Eden was silent. He wanted to nod, but also shook his head. His whole body was like a dwarf machine without gears.

Althea saw something, and she immediately changed the topic and said:

"The legacy of Solamius...is in your hands. Do you have any idea?"

After hearing this, Eden smiled bitterly,

"No."

"How do you feel now? Aren't you a little flattered?"

Althea asked in a relaxed tone.

"Flattered...if it were another prophet, maybe."

Eden paused and exhaled heavily,

"It happens to be...my least favorite prophet..."

"Oh? A priest and a prophet you don't like?"

"The Millennium Prophet... I accept many of his words, but I find it difficult to agree with them."

Eden said somewhat openly.

"why is that?"

Althea asked curiously:

"I thought you priests all had the same feelings for the prophets."

In fact, she had noticed before that Eden seemed to have some different emotions towards Solamius.

Althea had a vague feeling that Eden didn't quite approve of Solamius.

Althea found this strange.

After all, in her opinion, the prophets were all the same, carved from the same template. Apart from their different deeds, there was not much difference between them.

"You think there is no difference between the prophets. I can see that many ordinary believers are like this. They don't delve into the mysteries and just believe blindly. Of course, this is understandable."

Eden looked at Althea and said a little dejectedly:

"But to us, especially to me, they are not similar to each other.

Although the prophets all have God's will, even though they are all...'semi-sacred', if you look deeper, you will find that their respective ideas are actually never the same.

And Solamus... stands out particularly. "

Althea said at this time:

"I know, she was an angel."

Eden nodded slightly,

"Yes, it turned out to be an angel.

Because of this, every word and deed of the thousand-year-old prophet makes people feel like instructions from heaven.

Among so many prophets,

It seems that she is the only one who has not experienced any obstacles or seen any setbacks. She reflects God's brilliance, and... it is like an absolutely smooth mirror, reflecting God's brilliance without damage. "

Althea was not interested in theology, so she was a little confused.

"That is to say...compared to other prophets, you think she is too perfect?"

After a moment of silence, the priest nodded.

"And...many of your ideas are different from hers?"

Althea asked tentatively.

"Thoramus, Thorameus..."

Eden repeated the name again,

"...Thoramus seems...against me.

She is like a huge, insurmountable wall. Whenever I go there, she always tells me: Go back, when you turn back.

The words in "The Thousand-Year Prophet" seemed to tell me unmistakably that I was wrong. "

Eden's voice became lower and lower, and his head dropped slightly as he revealed many words from his heart.

Even before he claimed messianic prophecies, he was already suspected of heretical tendencies.

In his theological essays, he claimed that the world is a confrontation between the Holy Spirit and evil spirits, filled with a lot of opposition between good and evil, as well as black and white discussions about the soul.

The basis for suspecting that he has heretical tendencies is precisely the denial of such words in the Millennium Prophet.

Althea saw Eden's disappointment, and she said in a relaxed tone:

"It's strange, Solamus is against you, but her sword is submissive to you. What a contradiction.

What is even more contradictory is that you are clearly a person valued by the prophet, but you are also a messenger in the eyes of the Fahora sect. "

He does not mean that.

Althea's original intention was to comfort Eden, but her words came full circle in Eden's mind.

contradiction…

Solamus is against me, but the sword obeys me...

I am obviously a person valued by the prophet, and I am also a messenger from the Fahora sect...

contradiction…

Is it really a contradiction?

Are the two really opposed to each other? !

Suddenly, Eden stood up suddenly.

His body began to tremble involuntarily.

Ridiculously whimsical ideas suddenly filled his mind.

He seems to be slowly opening the corner of the curtain!

Solamius seems to be against me, but in fact I have never been able to agree with her words.

And her sword obeyed me...Is it because she chose me?

I am someone whom the prophet values, but Sealand may value him not because of himself, but because of Solamius...

And I... seem to be the messenger in the "Book of Miracles", and I also seem to be the unknown prophet.

Solamus... chose me like this...

A big net was built in Eden's mind.

He suddenly remembered that in the religious painting of the Prophet's Abyss, standing in the center was a being with twelve wings on his back.

Could it be that,

Solamus is...the king of my kings? !

(End of this chapter)