Chapter 162: The gift brought by Tamerlane, the magician

Dawn Church, Blazing Sun Treasury.

After the episode brought by Tristan, Tamerlane finally arrived in front of the treasury.

What appeared before him was a huge bronze gate beyond ordinary imagination; the gate was nearly a hundred meters high, covered in dark green rust, giving people a suffocating sense of oppression.

Yet in front of the gate, there was only one holy knight squatting on the steps, dozing off.

Logically speaking, as the core place of the Sun Church, storing treasures accumulated by the church for thousands of years, the defense should be incomparably strict.

But now there was only one holy knight on guard, not even as many as the people guarding the gate of the church, and the only guard was even slacking off and sleeping, which looked unusually loose.

But Tamerlane knew that this was just an appearance, because the holy knight who was dozing off was his godfather—the Sun Church Curia Inquisitor, Commander of Ten Thousand Holy Knights "Black Sun" Cliff.

At the same time, he was also recognized as the person with the strongest martial power in the church, who had once created the brilliant record of collapsing a mountain peak with one strike to mediate a war between two countries.

Tamerlane felt that if someone could really break through his godfather's guard and break into the Blazing Sun Treasury, then caring about the loss of treasures in the treasury would have no meaning; the first thing to care about should be the survival of the entire church.

"Godfather Cliff."

Tamerlane walked to the holy knight dozing on the steps, bowed slightly, and said respectfully.

That holy knight slowly took off his helmet, revealing a majestic face like a rock.

His face was like steel repeatedly forged by time and war, sharp-edged but not rough; several scars crossed his bronze skin, and his extremely rare black eyes settled with the calm of the deep sea.

He looked to be in his forties, but Tamerlane knew that because of his strength approaching the limit of humans, the passage of time on him was far less than on others.

Although Godfather Cliff was his godfather, he was actually from the same era as his grandfather, the current Pope.

At this moment, this majestic holy knight looked at Tamerlane and spoke slowly:

"Tamerlane..."

For his godfather's speech, the golden-haired young man immediately made a gesture of listening attentively, but the other party's next sentence made him stunned.

"Do you want to be king?" Cliff stared into Tamerlane's eyes, his expression calm.

His tone didn't sound like he was joking, as if as long as Tamerlane said yes, he would push him onto the throne that countless people in the world dreamed of, and didn't even dare to dream of.

"... Godfather Cliff, you should know that I am not interested in power, and my remaining life has long been decided to be dedicated to the great Sun and Justice God."

After a long silence, Tamerlane replied with a bitter smile.

Of course, there is also serving His Highness for a lifetime, he added silently in his heart.

Cliff didn't answer, but a trace of regret seemed to flash across his majestic face.

Immediately after, he stood up from the steps, and his sturdy body, nearly two meters tall and wearing armor, made Tamerlane feel a heavy sense of oppression.

This was not just a difference in size, but a gap in the level of life, just like a lion standing in front of a True Dragon would instinctively retract its claws.

"Follow me."

Cliff turned around, pressed his palm against the bronze gate, and then the muscles on his arms suddenly bulged like dragons.

Crack, crack, crack.

The refined iron armor he was wearing, which was not cheap and provided for holy knights, made a groaning sound that it couldn't bear under the squeezing of his bulging muscles.

Then, an incredible scene happened.

The bronze gate, nearly a hundred meters high and of immeasurable weight, was slowly pushed inward by Cliff's own strength!

Until the gate revealed an entrance for one person to pass, Cliff moved his palm away and gestured for Tamerlane to follow.

It was hard to imagine that if this terrifying giant force appeared in battle, it would probably shatter the enemy's body into countless blood foams in an instant.

However, this scene did not make Tamerlane feel surprised, but instead made a trace of hesitation appear on his face.

"Godfather Cliff, I am indeed here to exchange for treasures in the Blazing Sun Treasury, but if I enter the treasury, will it violate the regulations?" Tamerlane said hesitantly.

As the core place of the Sun Church, according to the regulations, only the Gatekeeper and the current Pope were qualified to step in; even the bishops of the Curia did not have this qualification.

"It doesn't matter; anyway, if you don't want to be king, then this church will be yours sooner or later."

Cliff said faintly, then perhaps because he was impatient, he raised his hand and made a virtual grasping gesture toward the golden-haired young man.

In an instant, Tamerlane felt an invisible, overwhelming force dragging his body, wanting to pull him into the crack of the bronze gate.

However, the next moment, this giant force was offset by another force that suddenly emerged.

A piece of information appeared in Tamerlane's mind.

Gift of Preemption: If it is an attack that can be seen, then you can exempt the first attack received.

Can this also trigger the Heart of Ten Thousand?

Tamerlane's mouth twitched, only feeling that the effect of the Heart of Ten Thousand was a bit too much even for himself.

"How did you block it?"

Cliff's expression was stunned; this Inquisitor, who had always maintained majesty, now had a trace of surprise on his face.

Although it was just his casual pull, it shouldn't be something Tamerlane could block so easily; after all, they were separated by two whole ranks.

"I just got a gift that can exempt the first attack received," Tamerlane told his godfather truthfully.

"You are truly favored by the world!" Cliff was silent for a long time before sighing.

Afterward, Tamerlane followed Cliff into the Blazing Sun Treasury.

The moment he stepped in, the dazzling golden light poured in like a breached flood.

The ground was paved with gold bricks, and even the walls were smelted from countless silver.

Magic crystals of the Firefly level, magic weapons recorded in history books, extremely rare herbs—each treasure was placed on a high platform at will, and the merit points required for exchange and the introduction to the treasure were written below.

This was the treasure accumulated by the Sun Church over thousands of years; if it were all taken out, it would probably cause economic turmoil across the entire continent.

"Pick whatever you like; your merit points are ten thousand, right?" Cliff couldn't remember, so he casually said a number.

Afterward, Tamerlane searched in this huge treasury alone.

Holding the idea of not letting his companions and Lord down, he carefully read the introductions on the high platforms and repeatedly analyzed and deliberated on what kind of treasure was most suitable for them.

After spending a whole day in the treasury, Tamerlane walked out of the Blazing Sun Treasury holding three treasures contentedly.

"Magic book, gravity magic tool, sword technique suitable for female knights... you kid, not a single treasure is for yourself!"

Cliff saw the category of the treasures at a glance, and his eyes were strange.

Hearing this, Tamerlane's expression was embarrassed; he subconsciously wanted to touch the back of his head, but found that both hands were occupied by treasures.

"That's fine; as a future leader, making more friends is always good."

Cliff shrugged, didn't continue to ask, but used both hands to grab the door handle and slowly closed the bronze gate.

After the treasury gate was closed, the dazzling golden light gradually dissipated.

"Tamerlane, so far, your life has been smoother than anyone else's, so your pursuit is also higher than anyone else's."

"But reality is not a fairy tale; even the most glorious places have some haze. I hope that one day when you see the haze, you can think carefully about why it exists."

When the two parted, Cliff said meaningfully.

"Thank you for your teaching."

Although Tamerlane felt puzzled by this passage, he still bowed and bowed respectfully.

After all, in the cultural concept of this world, treating a godfather is even more respectful than treating one's own father.

"You shouldn't have told him these things."

After Tamerlane left, a cold voice suddenly sounded.

I don't know when, a short figure suddenly appeared beside Cliff.

He seemed to have always been there, and seemed to have never been there.

Looking closely, I realized that the figure was actually a child who looked no more than eight or nine years old.

The boy had short golden hair, fair and delicate skin, and wrists as slender as bamboo joints.

He wore an exquisite robe, the robe was mainly deep purple, with complex golden patterns inlaid on the edges, which was gorgeous, but it looked like a child wearing an adult's clothes on him.

The most eye-catching thing was the boy's pair of gray-white pupils; clearly a child, but his eyes revealed a vicissitude of life, as if everything that happened in the world could not cause his emotional fluctuations, just like an old man who was dying.

St. Jordan Rhine, the ageless Pope of the Sun Church; the world believes that Pope Jordan once received the revelation of the Sun God and made a vow—as long as there is still sin in the world that violates justice, he will never ascend to the God Kingdom.

For this reason, the Sun God descended a miracle, and Pope Jordan would forever be free from the suffering of aging, and his body would always remain in the body of a child.

This is a blessing, and also a curse.

"My grandson is very smart; if you say so, he might notice something," the Pope said coldly, word by word.

"With his talent, he will find out sooner or later," Cliff said calmly.

"People's views in their youth are often diametrically opposite to those in middle age and old age."

"If he knows now, it will inevitably cause some trouble, but in the future, when he also becomes the reliance of countless people, and his every move affects the fate of the entire ethnic group, he will understand our good intentions."

The Pope said.

"Only this once; if there is another time, I will turn you into an old man and let you know what it feels like to be..."

"Tsk, really scary."

Starfire Hall.

Under the crystal dome reflecting endless war like the sky, the torches on the twelve prisms burned fiercely.

Xia Mingyu, Dorovai, and Hagek Kesi all went to sleep early and came here, waiting for someone, or rather, the arrival of a gift, with full anticipation.

Whoosh.

A figure wrapped in torchlight appeared in front of the three, and the golden-haired young man slowly opened his eyes.

"Good evening, Tamerlane," everyone said in unison.

"Good evening," Tamerlane smiled slightly. He didn't expect that he could also experience the treatment of His Highness's arrival today.

Looking at the expectant expressions of his companions, he didn't dare to be slow, and hurriedly injected magic into the blue ring he was wearing on his hand.

Swish!

A bright blue light hole appeared in the hall.

Through the connection object, things in reality can also be taken into the Starfire Hall; it seems that this hall is also between reality and illusion.

Tamerlane first took out a thick magic book from the light hole and handed it to Xia Mingyu with both hands.

"Your Highness, this is the magic book recording the ice magic 'Purgatory of Extreme Cold'; I hope you like it."

Xia Mingyu took the magic book and opened it; the extremely complicated magic diagrams drawn with magic crystal powder on the pages made his whole head feel big.

He experienced what is called the oppression of knowledge, just like seeing a calculus problem for the first time in his life.

"Thank you, I like this gift very much," Xia Mingyu took a deep breath and thanked him with a smile.

Immediately after, Hagek Kesi and Dorovai also received Tamerlane's gifts.

Hagek Kesi got a bracelet magic tool called the Ring of Ten Thousand Jun, which could increase the gravity he received, which undoubtedly had a miraculous effect on fighters honing their bodies.

Dorovai got a sword technique secret manual; the person who created this sword technique was a very famous female knight in history.

Although Xia Mingyu didn't know the life of that female knight, looking at Dorovai's love for it, it was clear that she was very satisfied with this gift.

"Everyone, let's have a banquet for Tamerlane!"

After Xia Mingyu put the magic book into the Connection Space, he forcibly pulled Tamerlane, who was full of panic, to sit on the main seat of the bronze long table, while he sat in Tamerlane's original position.

Snap.

After a snap of his fingers, a ripple suddenly appeared on the long table, as if an invisible god's hand had brushed over the table, and countless delicacies suddenly appeared.

A whole suckling pig roasted golden and crispy, its skin shining with honey-colored oil, its belly filled with truffles and herbs; lobsters piled up on silver plates, their shells as gorgeous as rubies, sweet juice seeping out between the claws...

"Cheers!"

Because he was too happy, Xia Mingyu didn't drink lemon water this time, but picked up a cup filled with light sparkling wine and drank it in one gulp.

Amidst laughter and cheers, everyone in the hall spent a beautiful dream and slept soundly until dawn.

At the same time, in the potion shop at No. 13 Morning Wind Street, Youde, who had been working all night for fourteen hours and whose eyes were dark and almost becoming a panda, looked at the bottles of deep blue potion in front of him and let out a long breath.

After spending so much time, and after his whole brain was tired and dizzy, he finally prepared... a small part of those hundreds of Ice Crystal Flowers into magic potions.

Although he was very tired, he felt that it was all worth it.

Tap, tap, tap.

With the idea of giving His Highness a surprise, he quickly packed the potions into a box, held the box, and hurried out of the door toward Red Fox Castle.

Bang!

Probably because his brain was dizzy, not long after walking, he bumped into someone on the street, but fortunately, the box was supported by the other party in time, so the potions were not broken.

"I'm really sorry, and thank you for your kindness," Youde raised his head and thanked him sincerely.

That person was wearing a retro black tailcoat, a black top hat, and white gloves, just like a magician in a circus.

At this moment, under the brim of the hat, the look in the heterochromatic eyes toward the monkey-faced alchemist in front of him was not disgust or fear, but thick interest and anticipation, as if he had discovered a rare treasure.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 163 =====