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Chapter 672 It’s not intuition, it’s faith

Chapter 672 It’s not intuition, it’s faith

Eden's whole body was trembling.

What a horrible, blasphemous thought.

"Impossible...absolutely impossible."

Eden couldn't help but mutter to himself as if he was possessed by a maniac.

So blasphemous, so blasphemous!

Even though he was repeating this in his mind, Eden really couldn't deny that there was a vague connection between the two.

Solamius seems to be against me, but the sword obeys me...

And the pagan religion of my king seems to be always against me, but I... am the messenger in that scripture...

"what happened to you?"

Althea noticed something was wrong and hurriedly spoke.

Eden didn't reply, still muttering to himself like a man possessed.

The princess was a little panicked. She shook Eden from behind, but the latter did not respond. In desperation, the beauty Deschanel gritted her teeth and reached for the bread basket.

boom.

A silent crash sounded.

Althea scooped up the dry bread and hit Eden's forehead.

"what!"

Eden let out a scream, then fell dizzy on the bench.

When he came back to his senses, his chaotic thoughts were somehow knocked out of the sky by this blow.

Feeling the stinging pain on his forehead, Eden felt no anger at all, but felt a sense of relief.

"What am I...thinking about?"

Althea dropped the bread, walked over, and said nervously:

"What happened to you?"

Eden rubbed his head and took a breath. He saw a nervous look on Althea's face, a tall shadow cast on his body, and her plump breasts seemed to be close to him at any time. The warm sunshine outside the window outlined the edges. Blurred outline.

Looking away, Eden shook his head and said slowly:

"It's okay...it's nothing."

Althea stared at him closely.

"I was just imagining things."

Eden said perfunctorily.

Althea sighed, she straightened up and sat back in her original position.

"I hope you're okay."

After a while, Althea spoke out,

"Now, I need you, and you... also need me, don't you?"

Eden nodded slightly,

"I know."

Soon after, Althea left. She took the bread basket, put on her hat, and left through the back door of the connected kitchen of the residence. Eden returned to his room, lowered his head, and pondered something.

"We can't, we can't just conclude..."

Eden said soberly,

"Really, how could I get carried away by the excitement."

Even though there are many coincidences, this does not mean that Solamius is the king of kings.

Eden thought about it for a moment and felt that his speculation could not withstand scrutiny.

"But... what is certain is that there must be some connection between Solamus and the King of Kings."

After much deliberation, this was the only thing Eden was absolutely sure of.

Although there are many mysteries, fortunately... now one part of these mysteries has been solved.

"Needs...more power."

Facing the heavy fog, Eden once again felt his own insignificance.

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"Is everything you said true?"

The old president looked at everyone with a solemn expression and asked word by word.

The witches who participated in the roundup of Iden nodded in confirmation one after another after hesitating.

"Mona." The old president moved his eyes to Mona.

The drow witch sighed, took a step forward, and said:

"I swear this in the name of God and Solamus."

For Mona, this is undoubtedly a very heavy vow.

The old president understood that Mona was not lying. Because of this, she immediately fell into deep thought, her old eyes showing endless confusion.

After a long time, the old president exhaled heavily,

"...For thousands of years, nothing like this has ever happened."

When the old president was mentioned, the faces of the witches present could not help but froze.

The old president is the oldest among all the witches present. When she was young, she was not only famous for her witchcraft attainments, but also respected by the witches for her erudition. In her now wrinkled head, she can accommodate The witch coven has thousands of years of history.

And such an old witch actually said that nothing like this had ever happened in thousands of years.

"In other words...we are...witnessing history?"

one of the witches asked cautiously.

As soon as the words fell, there was a sound of inhalation in the assembly.

An atmosphere of silence condensed in the gathering. Most of the witches had complicated expressions. Only a few witches felt a little excited, but they suppressed it in their brows and did not dare to show it blatantly.

Witch Rita looked at this scene and couldn't help but marvel.

Although the witch Rita was surprised that Mona and others returned empty-handed, after being surprised, she felt unexpectedly happy.

The reason for this happiness is that the noble Highness she cares about is not involved at all, and the princess is still intact and alive in this world.

But while she was happy, the witch Rita also felt some unexplainable uneasiness.

After a long silence, the old president finally spoke after thinking for a long time,

"It's over now, let's stop in time."

The words of the old president fell on deaf ears, and they were not dissatisfied or opposed by the witches.

Even the most arrogant witches understand that things are beyond their control.

"So...should we trust him for now?"

At this time, Mona said carefully:

"He actually...has not refused to cooperate with us."

After the chief wizard's words fell, the witches immediately began to chatter among themselves. Some of them held a positive attitude, while others held a negative attitude. The witches' opinions were not as unified as before.

The old president stared at Mona, as if he was asking something, and after a while he said:

"Mona, why do you trust him so much?"

Following this question, the witches all focused their attention on Mona.

Mona's feet shook, and her sky-blue face flushed.

"I…

I just feel that he is very close and trustworthy..."

The tense atmosphere in the assembly immediately eased with these words, and the witches heard good-natured boos and cries.

"What, what's the matter?"

Mona asked in a panic.

After a while, she realized something and said anxiously:

"It doesn't mean what you think!"

The witches laughed even more.