Chapter 1702 Will Gretel, the Kid, Return to the White Wolf Family?

The frosty wind howled.

Xueye was speechless.

In the stone castle, which was so thick and so dark that only a ray of skylight could shine through, and even the faces of people could not be seen, the two old men sat in silence facing each other. A man with white hair like snow and old skin tightly wrapped around ten finger bones. At a glance, he looks like cast iron;

A man with splayed eyebrows, just sitting there, seemed to be in a trance like a giant bear looking up to the sky and roaring.

These two old men are the white jade pillars and purple golden beams of the Askan family. Except for the family legend who has been in seclusion for a long time and has rarely left the mountain, the Askan family has the strongest apparent combat power.

It can be said that it is not difficult to say that the wind and snow are shaking, and that the north land is overturned with one backhand.

However, at this time, [White Wolf] William Askan and [Big Bear] Albrey Askan, the two old men, had lingering sorrow in their eyebrows.

After a long, long time, [Big Bear] Albrey sighed softly:

"Brother, tell me, Gretel...Mage Nordmark, will he come back?"

"have no idea."

The old Earl White Wolf, who has been wearing armor and charging into battle since he was 15 years old. At the age of 20, he led troops to kill the "Skull-cutter" Bourne through eight hundred miles of wilderness, earning the name "White Wolf". At the age of 35, he advanced to the level of Heaven. The old knight slowly shook his head.

"The news from Nevis is that the child has not known his own life experience since he was a child. Little Leo has been anonymous since arriving in the Kingdom of Kent. He has never told his son which family he comes from..."

The two old men were silent again. Nordmark, Nordmark, Nord, means "North", and "Mark" means "borderline" or "border wall". Taken together, they are the "Northern Frontier"...

The White Wolf Askan family built a fortress on the bank of the Ybor River. From the moment they established the family, they became the northern vassals of the Rhine Kingdom!

"He always remembers his family...Although he can't come back, he always has his family in his heart..."

[Big Bear] Albrey said slowly. When little Leo eloped from home, he was not yet a knight. Perhaps he was working hard to protect his wife and give his wife and children a better life, right?

But little Leo died too early...too early, too early. Little Gretel grew up alone in the Kingdom of Kent, and didn't even know what kind of family he came from...

Of course, for little Grete at that time, not knowing might be better and safer than knowing...

"His relationship with the family was informed to him after the council found out. After being informed, he didn't express anything. Maybe... even if he came to the Askan family, it was for the mission of the council, not out of feelings for the family. Bar."

[White Wolf] William Askan said leisurely. Whatever you sow, you will reap. Since the family has no favors to the Nordmark mage, there is no need to expect the child to have any feelings for the family.

The White Wolf family will never be weaker than anyone else in their lives. It is good to have external assistance, but without it...

If not, there will be no more. The Askan family has gone through ups and downs over the years. Could it be that they relied on external forces to make it through?

"So……"

[Big Bear] Albrey wanted to say something, but finally swallowed it back and just shook his head gently. He was silent for a while and pointed to a box next to the journal "Life":

"So, do you plan to use this?"

Compared with the journals next to it, this box is inconspicuous at all. It was gray, black, rough, and irregular in shape—in fact, it was just a tree trunk, and even the bark had not been shaved off.

The tree trunk was casually sawn in half, and a small piece was hollowed out in the middle to hide the things to be hidden. Then, the tree trunk is regenerated and grows back together, as if it had never been opened.

And the abundant life breath was locked in the trunk of the tree, without leaking out at all.

Nevis said that this is an ancient tree fruit from the Elf Island, which can replenish a lot of life force. It cannot make people rejuvenate or regain their youth, but it can still make people live longer by ten or twenty years.

For the Askan family, extending their life span by ten or twenty years may allow the family to survive the storm safely.

[White Wolf] William stared at this box, or rather, this tree trunk. The fingers are raised slightly, then lowered, raised a little more, and then lowered. Finally, he picked up the box, turned around, put it into the secret box next to it, and put it away tightly.

"Not yet." He sighed softly:

"Take another look. Take another look..."

If the Nordmark mage has returned to the family, if it is confirmed that he is indeed a bloodline of the family, if he holds this gift with his own hands. Bai Lang felt that he could be trusted and could use it with confidence.

However, this gift was sent by the Magic Council.

Lets see. After all, his lifespan has not yet reached the point of complete exhaustion and seeing death coming.

"I wish I could see that kid... I wish I could see..."

The two old men looked at each other like this. Now that the Magic Council has fallen into this trap, maybe it will really let Master Nordmark come back when the time comes.

Who knows?

Maybe?

In short, wait slowly and leave the variables to time...

They are looking forward to changes happening, looking forward to the family's children coming back so that the family can take another step forward steadily. And in more places, some people hesitated and hesitantly opened the title page of "Life".

Jean Madeleine stood for a long time with his head bowed in front of Bishop Miria's grave. He knelt down for the last time, arranged the bouquet in front of the grave, and carefully wiped the dust off each flower leaf.

Then, he stood up and took a few steps back, sitting under an oak tree where he could see the grave as soon as he raised his eyes, but would not disturb the grave. His brows were furrowed, and his rough hands rubbed the corners of his clothes back and forth, almost tearing them into pieces.

He is not a person with outstanding qualifications. If he had outstanding qualifications, he would not have been a low-level priest for more than ten years. After regaining his magical skills, he could not make any further progress for so many years.

Now, there is an opportunity in front of him, seize it, maybe he can advance, maybe, he will fall into the abyss...

This opportunity comes from the Magic Council. From the evil wizards. However, when Bishop Miria was wronged and burned to death by the Holy Fire, the Holy See did not help him, and the Holy See has not yet upheld justice for him;

And the evil magicians helped the Dutch a lot.

None of this is the key. The key is, will meditating in this way increase his mental power?

Or will it make him lose the favor of the Holy Light?

Jean Madeleine didn't understand. All his understanding of doctrine came from Bishop Miria. That bishop taught him kindness, taught him to love others, and taught him to shepherd the Lamb of God.

However, none of God's teachings mention that one cannot strengthen oneself...

"My Lord Bishop, what would you do if it were you? - What advice would you give me if you were still alive?"

The mountain wind is cold and cold.

The oak tree is speechless.

The person lying in the grave will never open his eyes again or give him a kind smile.

"I'll give it a try! Just try it! - Anyway, my magic does not come from the Holy See. Anyway, the Holy See has excommunicated me!" Finally, Jean Madeleine gritted his teeth and made up his mind:

"If the attempt succeeds, I will have stronger power to relieve the suffering of God's people, right?"

He closed his eyes. Feel at ease, concentrate, and then, one by one, the bones slowly light up in the bottom of my heart, forming a rough human shape.

Smooth bones…

Rough bones...

Burnt bones...skeletons that are burned to a crisp and turn into ashes when touched by your hand...

Among them, there is a complete, hard and solid bone. It is thin and narrow, with slightly concave and convex sides, and a small sharp corner at the end. When held in the hand, it almost looks like a sharp dagger.

Jean Madeleine didn't know which bone it was at first. That piece of holy bone was put into the box and buried in the tomb. Only the heavy touch and the faint silver light remained imprinted in his heart.

It wasn't until he read this book "Life" that he suddenly realized:

This is the sternum!

It is the middlemost bone in the middle of the human body, in front of the chest, connecting the ribs on both sides!

It covers the heart, is gathered by the heart and soul, and is the most pious and holy faith that will not be extinguished until death!

At this moment, this sacred bone glowing with silver light lit up in his meditation world. With the holy bone as the center, the ribs extend to both sides, and then another ring of ribs surrounds the back and is connected to the spine...

The vertebrae grow upward to support the head and extend downward to connect to the pelvis. It extends in all directions, arms, legs, palms and fingers, soles and toes, little by little, it lights up in my heart...

that's me?

that's me!

During meditation, the moment the entire set of bones lights up, holy light falls like rain and automatically attaches to the bones. Jean Madeleine opened his eyes and felt the bones in his body "crack", and heat surged out of his heart and flowed into his limbs.

He clenched his fists, lunged, lowered his body, rotated his torso, and punched hard!

boom! ! !

"This method is quite useful... quite useful..."

Jean Madeleine withdrew his fist and looked down at his right fist, feeling disappointed for a long time. Bishop Miria, if you had known this method earlier, maybe you would have been more than just a country bishop, more than just a low-ranking cleric?

Maybe, that day, you will get more respect in the military tent, at least... you won't be burned alive?

In the Capetian Kingdom, in the Netherlands, in the Rhine Kingdom. Among those clergy who believe in the glorious Lord of "Justification by Faith", more than one got a copy of "Life", and more than one started to try it.

There are many successful people like Jean Madeleine, and there are also many failures. John Calvin, an 18th-level ascetic who founded his own sect and expounded on "Justification by Faith", spurted out a mouthful of golden blood, his faith collapsed, and his glow was scattered:

"All glory belongs to the Lord! All glory belongs to the Lord!" Before his death, he left these last words:

“We can only be infinitely close to the Lord and wait for the Lord’s gifts, but we cannot rob the Lord of His glory with our own bodies!”