Yurira's statue was bleeding and tears flowed, dripping from the head more than ten meters high, dyeing the pool below it red.

This statue was built in 1138 by Kim Langman, the most outstanding architect in the history of Port New Orway, and has a history of three hundred years. In that era when Port New Orway was desolate and natural disasters frequently occurred, the architect took back the "Deep Blue Diamond" from the center of Menangka Volcano, and worked for 240 hours to complete the statue.

It is said that on the day the statue was built, the volcanic haze that had covered Juver Island for seven months was immediately torn apart by the light pillars that penetrated the sky. New Orway Port ushered in a vivid heavy rain, washing away all the dullness brought by the volcanic eruption.

It has always been the beacon of Port New Orway and Euver Island, and is even regarded as the true incarnation of Eurela.

But at this moment—

The people of the Harbor Temple watched all this in horror, and then they all bowed their heads and kowtowed, chanting the "Sea Nervous" loudly, asking the Lord they believed in, Yurira to calm down. Seeing this, the people of New Orway Port also knelt down and asked the Lord for forgiveness.

For a moment, there were still standing in the huge square, and only foreign guests such as La Rochelle, O'Saint Emma, ​​Nudaria, etc.

Cyrill's long sword in his hand was unsheathed, and all this was far beyond his expectations. If anything else might be the move of Evan Saxon, then what about now? The water curtain turns into fire, and the statue of God cries blood. Can this be interfered with by him, a person who is not a harbor temple?

Has the disaster predicted by Nora already begun at this moment?

"Orn Lloyd, lead the knights to watch, circular formation."

He ordered in a deep voice, and the knights immediately dispersed and formed a circle, guarding Black and others. Heloise Treville also held the sword in his hand, but his eyes were staring at the direction of the O'Saint Emma people.

But the Aosaint Emma people were also confused at this moment, as if they were not aware of this. The priest of the Yuanchu Temple who was accompanying the team had already walked to the front of the Aosaint Emma people and began to recite to provide protection for the Aosaint Emma people.

But besides them, there was one person who had never kneeled down.

Stanny Clemens, the Bishop of Harbor Temple.

"What are you kneeling? Why do you kneel?"

His voice was like a bell, buzzing in the square, like a tide repeatedly washed away.

The low growl stunned the people of New Orway. They turned their heads in a twist and looked at their bishop.

"Have you made a mistake? Since there is nothing wrong, why should you kneel?"

"Is it because of you that happened?"

His seemingly thin body was like the only dead tree in the wasteland covered by thunderstorms. He stood up high, his eyes deep in his eyes staring straight at the towering statue, and then the falling scepter flew up and was held tightly in his hand again.

"Closing the entire Euver Island, all ships are not allowed to leave the island. Those who are on Mount Scarpolo are not allowed to go down the mountain, and they are executed immediately!"

The soldiers around him were driven by his voice and then rushed to the square to carry out a blockade mission. The senior officials of the Harbor Temple who were kneeling down in panic at first were gathered around Stanny Clemens.

"What exactly happened? What should we do now, the Bishop's Covenant?"

"Will the intelligence be blocked? Will this cause panic in Port New Orway?"

"Will this delay the parliamentary election process in Port New Orway?"

The voice of his mouth came into Clemens's ears. He listened unhappily to these unscrupulous nonsense, frowned, as if he was about to burst, but another voice rang before him:

"Shut up! You, Tracy, are still thinking about your nephew who failed to be selected at this time. Do you think that if Ms. Deloris dies, he will be able to take office?"

The voice of Philip Benjamin at the end of the queue was like a thunderbolt, attracting people's eyes. The elder he named seemed to be trying to argue, but Clemens let out a light cough, which made him shut his mouth again.

"Phillip, lead the ascetics to the edge of the island and report it immediately if there is any situation."

"Yes, the crown."

Philip bowed, then walked away from the square simply and walked away.

Stanny Clemens glanced at the panicked elders under his hands. He drooped his eyelids slightly and raised his fingers.

"First, let all the temple believers on the island stand by."

"Second, go to the temple secret room to collect information, and I hope to get useful content today."

"Third, Livay, go and arrange accommodation for missions in various countries, so that they cannot make any trouble."

The elder who was named to the name bowed, then came to the front of the Osaint Emma mission and began to talk to Peragios. Before long, he turned to La Rochelle's mission.

Black had a brief conversation with him, and the general idea was that they wanted to live in the temple and the treatment would not be too bad.

When the elder walked towards the mission of Nudaria, Black Evans turned around and spoke to the people of La Rochelle:

"It seems we have to stay on the island."

He was not very panicked. He shrugged, but leaned back as if he was a little relaxed: "Actually, it's easy. At least during this period we don't have to think about what the people of O'Saint Emma would do...Earl Adrien?"

He noticed that the boy was staring straight at the queue of O'Saint Emma people at this moment, and he didn't turn around until he shouted.

"What's the matter, Lord Black."

"It's time for us to leave, the temple is urging us."

The people around had already left the venue in all directions, and the candidates at the conference table also retreated one after another. Arixios seemed to have given Cyril several winks, but unfortunately Cyril did not see any.

"Do as they arrange." Cyril nodded slightly and turned to Heloise.

"Treville, have you noticed any special actions by the O'Saint Emma people?"

The half-elf guard captain moved his eyes away from the last Aosaint Emma who left, and she shook her head at Cyril: "Everything is OK."

From the first moment he encountered the O'Saint Emma, ​​Heloise Treville maintained his attention to the O'Saint Emma, ​​and even did not conceal his intention to look down on his eyes. It was because of her that Cyril dared to be assured that he would not care about the movements of the O'Saint Emma.

After all, in his concept, the Osaint Emma people must be linked to bad things.

Who knows whether there is their conspiracy behind all this?

He was thinking so, but he saw a guard running hurriedly towards Clemens, and then whispering a few words in front of Clemens.

These words were clearly conveyed by the wind and penetrated into Cyril's ears.

"The sea fog surrounded Juve Island."

———————

The interior of Qiliannov's castle is as luxurious as its exterior, with luxurious luxury goods from all over the country everywhere. Just walking in the corridor where there is a famous painting every ten meters, Evans was a little scared.

If this castle is blown up, how much money will it cost?

Cassandra Auditorre beside him looked as usual, and was communicating with an elegant woman in a backless dress - this woman was naturally the object of their visit, Zoya Petrova Butler.

The two had a great time chatting on the way to the reception room, with open and bold topics, ranging from the beautiful men who have recently appeared in New Orway Port to the toys sold in shops that are more useful, without even taking into account the fact that there is a Gentile man beside him.

But who is Evans? When he needs to exist, he exists in a non-existent posture.

When he is needed, he is just like the one he did not exist before, and he can perfectly receive various words thrown by the other party—

This is the capital of being the son of a foreign minister.

They walked through this luxurious corridor and turned into the more expensive reception room. The three of them sat down on the comfortable and soft sofa, and the feeling of being wrapped in the fluff made people feel so comfortable that they were almost screaming.

But Evans then realized something was wrong.

"Miss Auditorre, don't you think you should sit on that side?"

He turned his head and looked at Cassandra who was pressing half of his body against him in a kind of intimate manner. He deliberately sat on the side so that Cassandra and Zoya could communicate in a seat-to-face manner. But Cassandra instead squeezed onto the sofa where he was sitting alone.

The hotter temperatures in New Orway Port made him wear a thin long gown, so he could clearly feel the softness on his arms.

"Hey, are you going to drive me away?" Cassandra seemed to have a charming look in dissatisfaction, but instead put it tighter.

Evans could only bear all this silently.

But Zoya Petrova Butler, who was sitting next to them, felt even more uncomfortable. When she entered the fortress, she immediately started chatting with Cassandra without paying attention to the Gentile man at all.

She thought this was just Kassandra's servant, but she didn't expect that Kassandra would be so intimate with him-

"Cassandra, you haven't introduced me yet. This person... I don't think he looks like a native of New Orway, is he?"

"Ah, he's mine, well, how can I tell you?" Cassandra sat sideways and smiled, presenting a completely different charming posture than before, "Maybe, fiancé?"

"Fiancé?" Zhuo Ya exclaimed, "But when we met a few days ago, he was not by your side..."

"When love is coming, you can't escape, you are right, Qing?"

Cassandra called Evans' name, and as soon as he turned his head slightly, he suddenly shook his body, raised his beautiful neck, and leaned forward, and the rosy lips fell on the side of Evans's lips.

Although it was just a dragonfly, the warm and soft touch was deeply engraved into Evans' mind. He looked at Cassandra in surprise, but the other person's eyes were full of smiles, as if he was deliberately or unintentionally glanced at Zhuoya on the side.

"It seems you're really suitable."

A moment of embarrassment appeared on Zhuo Ya's face, but then she turned into a lonely smile.

The smile seemed perfunctory, but the drooping eyes were full of loneliness.

"Don't say that, aren't you and General Butler good? If you really want to live in Brindisi?"

Kassandra finally let go of Evans, smiled and turned to the armrest of Zoya's sofa, hooking the other person's neck with her arms.

"Happy, laugh, look at you so beautiful, General Butler must love you very much--you should also comment on Zhuoya?"

She glanced at Evans and urged.

Evans looked at Zoya Petrova Butler. She was wrapped in her best friend's arms, without any discomfort. She smiled hard, but her eyes seemed to be filled with sadness.

He looked at Zhuo Ya's really beautiful face and suddenly said something in a strange way:

"Do you have many things to let go?"

Zhuoya suddenly raised her head, looked at Evans with her eyes curled up, her mouth slightly opened, and she made a puzzled voice: "Ah?"

"Be more casual in life." Evans continued: "Miss Qiliannov is so beautiful that she can live a more free and easy life. I think you are probably bound by something..."
To be continued...