Frilian: Starting with Wind Spirit and Moon Shadow, Playing Through the Heavens

Heaven knows what kind of shock this villa brought to this thousand-year-old spirit.

He thought he was hallucinating, but after rubbing his eyes and cautiously approaching, he touched it and realized that it was all real.

“This…” Kraft was stunned. How could there be such a house in the freezing cold?

And it looks like there are lights inside...

Knock knock... He tried knocking on the door.

moment.

A man's voice came from inside the door: "Who is it?"

The door creaked open, letting in a few drops of yellow light that created a warm atmosphere.

Kraft saw the man who opened the door, and the woman leaning against him.

Kraft's gaze lingered on the woman, a sense of familiarity welling up within him.

Pointy ears... are they elves?

Wait, no…

Isn't that Celia? Why is she here? And who is this human man?

Kraft took a slight breath. Damn it.

Because of the small population of the elven race, he knew almost every expert in the race and was familiar with their personalities.

He clearly remembered that Celia should be indifferent to humans, but now…

"Hmm?" Just as Kraft was wondering if Seria had encountered some kind of misfortune.

His gaze was suddenly drawn to the necklace around Ronan's neck.

It looks very familiar.

But the styles are different.

Take a look at the marks on my neck.

My thoughts are churning.

Yes…

Your Majesty the Pope! ?

Chapter 140 I've been the Pope for so many years, what's wrong with enjoying myself a bit?

In the room, Kraft was somewhat reserved, because he never expected that his trip would lead him to encounter the Pope of the Church of Goddess.

What surprised him even more was that there was a woman by the Pope's side, and she was a woman he knew.

What happened to the abstinence of monks?

The rules have changed?

He hadn't been to the church headquarters for a long time, so he knew nothing about the situation there.

Ronan looked at him:

"Speak plainly. You're an elf, aren't you? Why are you here?"

"I see you're wearing a talisman from the Church of the Goddess. It seems you're also a follower of the church?"

"What's your name?"

Although he didn't manage much affairs as pope, he did write down the names of some core believers.

Those who appear here are most likely devout followers of the goddess.

One must fulfill one's duties.

Kraft looked up, slowly uttered his name, and then explained in detail the purpose of his trip.

Ronan frowned and thought for a moment:

"Kraft? I seem to remember you. Your legends are told in the northern kingdoms."

"I remember you were supposed to be a warrior, why did you become a monk?"

"Want to go to heaven... Oh, did a friend of yours pass away?"

Kraft lowered his eyebrows and nodded:

"Yes, Your Holiness, I am truly honored that you have heard of me."

"I was indeed a warrior five hundred years ago, but people always change, and elves are no exception."

"After my friend died, I inherited his will and became a monk..."

At this point, he raised his head, a hint of melancholy flashing in his eyes, and asked softly,

"Your Holiness, I wonder if you have ever seen the goddess?"

“It has been almost five hundred years since I became a monk, yet no one has been able to answer my question.”

"If God doesn't exist, I think I would be very troubled."

Ronan could roughly understand the reason for his distress and also knew the true purpose of his trip.

Perhaps they wanted to see the final fate of all living beings; even elves die.

If you have nothing left after death, it is undoubtedly a very lonely thing.

Thinking of this, Ronan turned to look at Celia beside him.

After exchanging a few words, I received her affirmative reply.

Cai said:

"Of course the goddess exists. Celia and I came here today to see her."

"It's just that the heavy snowfall has disrupted our direction, so we're resting here temporarily."

"Since we share the same goal, why don't we stay here for the time being?"

"Let's act together tomorrow, so I can fulfill my duty as Pope. There are still quite a few empty rooms here."

Upon hearing this, Kraft's eyes visibly lit up.

Although he knew this might be Ronan's way of comforting the believers as Pope, it didn't matter.

Time will prove everything.

"Come with me."

Ronan stood up, pulling Kraft's drifting thoughts back to reality.

Arranged to stay in a room on the first floor, Ronan returned to the living room, let out a breath, and thought to himself that this must be what they call fate.

Even in the freezing cold, you can encounter believers.

……

"Ronan, when do you think this snow will stop?"

The snow was still falling heavily outside the window. Celia curled up on the sofa and asked Ronan in a low voice.

The eerie firelight flickered and illuminated the scene. Ronan, holding a glass of juice, casually remarked:

"Tomorrow."

"Although we still have plenty of time, we can't waste it here any longer."

"If it doesn't stop, I'll make it stop."

“Hmm.” Celia nodded, not questioning the truth of the statement.

Because Ronan truly had the ability to alter celestial phenomena.

Although a single mishap could destroy the atmosphere...

"So…"

Suddenly remembering something, she continued, "Are you sure the goddess will let that monk enter heaven?"

"I've heard of him; it's a real shame about him."

"A master swordsman, influenced by his friend, ended up turning into a fist fighter."

"Thinking about it carefully, I think he and I are quite similar."

They are indeed quite similar, except one is friendship and the other is love.

Ronan thought for a moment and said, "You and him are ultimately different. You've become stronger, haven't you?"

"As for whether the goddess will agree, I can't be sure, but I gave him a chance."

"It all depends on whether he can catch it."

Celia nodded, moved slightly closer to Ronan, tilted her head, and snuggled up to him:

"Yes, becoming stronger is also why I fell in love with you."

"At the same time, I hope you can become stronger."

"Do you have any ideas about this so-called divine power?"

"The goddess's constraints on us are too severe."

Celia did not want to rely on the goddess's power to act, because she was completely unfamiliar with the goddess.

The same is true for Ronan.

He sat on the sofa, pondered for a moment, and slowly said, "A little..."

He slowly explained his ideas, the most important part of which was how to win over the goddess.

After all, whether mortal or deity, everyone holds back when facing an unknown and powerful enemy.

On the surface, he stands on the goddess's side, but in the goddess's eyes, once he obtains divine power, there's no guarantee he won't have thoughts of replacing her.

In this situation, how could the goddess easily reveal the truth?

“So…” Celia frowned and asked,