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And calves and goats.

Those who fear God, come and listen.

I will describe the great work He has done for me.

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Glory be to the Lord, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit.

As it was in the beginning, so it is today, and forevermore.

The lyrics were ancient and poignant, and it seemed to lead Ralf to glance around unconsciously. To his surprise, he discovered that just a hundred meters away, the rain was still falling, showing no sign of stopping.

As far as the eye could see, the people below, whether police officers, soldiers, or agents of the security bureau, all looked up and stared. Many of them subconsciously took off their hats and drew a crown pattern on their chests.

Further away, some people who had been standing in the rain watching the commotion were doing the same thing. Ralph even saw someone kneel down, muttering something in the rain, as if in repentance.

In fact, not only civilians, but also some soldiers and police officers have already knelt on one or both knees.

The white light in the sky lasted for quite some time, but finally, it suddenly disappeared without a trace.

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In the hall, all the members of the action team, including Clément, stared nervously at the oil painting spread out on the floor. The scene on the painting was different from when it had been rolled up. Now, the painting depicted a magnificent church where, in full view of everyone, a nobleman knelt on one knee while a distinguished old man placed a crown on his head...

This was a noble investiture ceremony. Those present could guess its significance simply from the overall setting, the crown in the old man's hand, and the attire and expressions of the surrounding guests. In the Western Continent, a crown symbolizes power. Unlike the customs of the Eastern Continent, nobles of the Western Continent traditionally wore crowns on formal occasions in ancient times.

The nobleman kneeling on one knee, judging from his expression, was none other than the target, Sean.

But then Mr. Valentine reached out to the painting and slowly said, "The promises and temptations of the devil are mostly empty dreams, like sandcastles on the beach, leaving nothing behind..."

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Sunlight streamed through the stained-glass windows of the church, the choir sang hymns, and the hall was filled with distinguished guests. The sunlight shone on the guests, and whether their smiles were genuine or not, everyone's face was beaming with joy.

Because Marmara Palace was damaged by a catapult projectile, today's ceremony will be held at the St. Siwen Church inside Marmara Fort.

Everything was so beautiful. At this moment, Viscount Deragasses Honoré of Novardin, the guardian of Marmara Castle and the hero who defended the faith of the Holy Revelation, was about to experience the most important moment of his life. He was to be made the Earl of Anloni Castle.

In his mind, the image of Sean, the museum guard who had once been a nobody, gradually faded away. Viscount Honoré glanced at the blonde beauty beside him; this was Princess Ilya, daughter of the Marquis of Guernioro, known as the Flower of Marmara. In the previous war, he had not only helped the Marquis of Guernioro defeat the invading Seljuk army with his knowledge from the future.

Furthermore, with his knowledge and wit far exceeding that of ordinary nobles of the time, he successfully won Princess Ilya's heart. After all, in an era where knowledge was monopolized by the Church, many so-called military nobles were actually uncouth and illiterate.

“Go on, your father is waiting for you.” Princess Ilya gently nudged him with tender affection, interrupting Viscount Honoré’s daydreams. He smiled slightly at her, then turned to look at the old man standing in front of him, who was also showing him admiration. Viscount Honoré straightened his posture, slightly raised his chin, and stepped forward.

The hundreds of guests surrounding him, mostly nobles and their families invited to witness the ceremony, and church representatives, parted to make way for him. As Marquis Guernioro stood on the platform, sunlight streamed in through the glass window behind him, making him appear incredibly sacred, just like…

This is like a road to power...

The surrounding guests began to applaud, not only because of the soon-to-be count Deragace Honoré, but also because many people knew that he had a very high probability of becoming the son-in-law of the Marquis of Guernioro.

Marquis Guernioro has only one daughter and no other children to date.

Everyone was eager to build a good relationship with this war hero and future figure of real power!

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Viscount Honoré walked slowly to Marquis Guernioro, removed his hat as was customary, knelt on one knee, and unfastened his sword, placing it in the old marquis's palm as he said, "Your Excellency, I will be loyal to you."

Marquis Guernioro smiled broadly and said, "Honoré, I accept your allegiance."

Chapter 670 I don't want to come back! Send me back!

At the same time, he took a silver crown inlaid with gemstones from a servant beside him and placed it on Honoré's head. Then, after glancing at the crowd below, he announced: "By divine grace as witness, in the name of the lord of Antira, Udoria and Marmara Castle, I hereby appoint Dragases Honoré as the Frontier Count of Anloni Castle."

At this moment, another attendant presented Honoré with a pre-prepared copy of the Hadith. Honoré, who had just donned the crown, placed his hand on the Hadith, his heart pounding, his face showing even greater reverence, and spoke in a calm tone:

"By God's grace, I bear witness"

I, De Lagasses Honoré from Novardin, hereby swear:

I will always be loyal to my lord.

I will protect my lords and their families forever.

I will always abide by the laws and regulations of my lord.

I will always obey the commands and instructions of my lord.

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Just as his experiment was about to be completed, a sudden gasp arose from the surrounding crowd. Honoré initially paid no attention, but when the gasps grew louder, he subconsciously raised his head, which had been hanging down, to see what had happened.

However, when he raised his head, he saw a scene that shocked him. It was a huge hand, as if a god had reached down from heaven. The entire dome of the church was torn open as if the void had been shattered. The hand came down from the other side of the void and grabbed directly down. Its target seemed to be him!

Before Honoré could recover from his shock, he felt a tremendous suction force and involuntarily lurched towards the hand...

In his dizzy state, Honoré soared into the air and saw the Marquis of Guernioro below, the terrified crowd, and the anxiously screaming Princess Ilya. All of this was ultimately frozen into a still, silent scene.

His last thought was: "Could it be that this world is not the ancient world I imagined, but a fantasy world where gods exist?"

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"Glorify us, Lord, glorify us, not for us, Lord, but for your name..."

Valentine muttered incantations as he placed his right hand on the canvas, and then a strong white light emanated from it…

Amidst the astonished, curious, and awe-inspiring gazes of the team members, Mr. Valentine reached into the enormous oil painting and, right before their eyes, pulled the missing target, Rousseff Shawn, from the painting…

As the light faded, the huge oil painting changed again in everyone's eyes. This time, what appeared before them was the familiar "The Fall of Marmara Castle." The city walls in the painting had collapsed, leaving a huge breach, and hordes of Seljuks were rushing into the castle...

Mr. Sean, who was "pulled" out of the painting, was still wearing a museum guard uniform and sat on the ground with a blank expression, seemingly not yet having reacted.

Seeing this, Captain Clement, standing nearby, asked in a low voice, "Sir Valentine, will this cause any damage?"

"There are no physical problems, but sometimes the game of Demon God may cause some psychological issues. With proper guidance, these issues can be resolved."

“Thank you, Mr. Valentine.” Clement expressed his gratitude respectfully, then knelt down and looked at Sean, who was clearly still not recovered, and asked, “Do you remember who you are?”

“I am Viscount Novadin de la Gasses Honoré… And you are?” Upon hearing the question, Sean’s gaze seemed to instinctively become serious and resolute, and he blurted out the answer without thinking.

Clement frowned as he inquired. It seemed that Mr. Valentine was right; this man clearly had some psychological problems, and they were quite serious. However, these were not his concerns; someone else would follow up on the issues.

He continued, "Please think again. As far as I know, your name is Rousseff Sean, and you are a guard at the Baladil National Museum, not Viscount Olore. You may have gone through something just now, but thankfully it's all over, and you are safe now."

“Rosseff Sean…” Sean’s expression suddenly became somewhat confused; it seemed like a name from a long time ago. He glanced blankly at his surroundings. Although the place was in a mess, the familiar objects and the environment he had patrolled countless times in his memory allowed him to quickly recognize that this was the place where he used to work.

In other words, I've returned to the modern world, back to my old life...

"No!!!" He suddenly became agitated and cried out loudly. He looked around at the people in a panic, muttering to himself, "I'm not... I'm not Rousseff Sean!"

"I am Viscount Deragaces Honoré! Viscount Deragaces Honoré from Novardin!" he exclaimed excitedly, raising his voice. "I am the hero of Marmara Castle! I have just led the army to defeat the Seljuk invasion! I am about to be made a count!"

"I have already made my plans... I will lead the army to conquer the lands of the Seljuks!! I will become a marquis, and then a grand duke!"

"You have no idea how great I am!! I will be celebrated! I will be crowned king!!!"

“You don’t know, you don’t know anything…”

"No!!! I don't belong here!!! I don't want to come back! Take me back!!! Take me back!!!"

Finally, Mr. Valentine gently pinched the back of his head, after which Mr. Rousseff Shawn, who was already in a hysterical state, stared blankly and then collapsed to the side.

“I think it would be better for this gentleman to get some sleep. As for the follow-up, he may need some psychological counseling,” Mr. Valentine sighed and kindly advised.

“I think he will receive good medical care; I can guarantee that,” Clement quickly assured him.

Mr. Valentine nodded noncommittally, then nodded to Clement: "In that case, let's go find the others."

“Then I’ll have to trouble you!” Clement said hastily. Just now, seeing that Mr. Valentine seemed easy to talk to, he boldly asked if he could help find the guards who had gone missing in the museum. To his surprise, Mr. Valentine readily agreed.

“This Mr. Valentine is clearly a kind person…” In fact, Clément had been evaluating this “special person” in his mind, from his personality to his behavioral logic… This could be considered an invisible task, and his superiors would definitely require him to write an evaluation when he returned.

So far, he has developed a very favorable impression of Mr. Valentine, who has been behaving with humility and politeness…

Chapter 671 The Demon on the Clay Tablet

承和三十七年2016年4月2日03:18临州云山坊张宅

In the study, a ripple spread through the air, and then Zhang Jing suddenly appeared there. After looking around, Zhang Jing walked to the desk, sat down, and pondered the series of events that had just occurred.

The series of power struggles surrounding the Xidai International Airport have, in a sense, come to an end as he had anticipated. Father Simon has already boarded a flight to Bergopelli, and what follows will be handled by Mr. Jean Plantard, Viscount Delvoye, whom Zhang Jing awakened from the void of death, a puppet on the path of a third-order saint.

Some plans for the Western Continent have already begun. Unlike the Eastern Continent, the Holy Revelation Church has a very strong foundation and presence among the religions of the Western Continent. Therefore, Zhang Jing has prepared a completely different approach than that of the Eastern Continent. He will seize the fact that the Holy Revelation Church has split many times in history and plans to start from these cracks to make in-depth plans.

Originally, the role of the "Knight Templar" was planned to be introduced at a later time, but the museum incident happened to happen, so Zhang Jing took the opportunity to bring the role to the forefront.

The so-called "Mr. Valentine" is played by Zhang Jing. After that, Mr. Jean Plantard will take over the role and play it. In Zhang Jing's plan, this role will be one of his important pillars in the Western Continent.

As for the Grand External Security Bureau personnel who are still busy at the museum, Zhang Jing did need to know what they were thinking, so he simply arranged for Akbar to go to the Grand External Security Bureau and tamper with the decorative paintings in some important rooms within the bureau...

It must be said that some of Akbar's characteristics are quite useful.

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承和三十七年2016年4月2日07:26格兰德首府西黛市第7区若尔奈大街13号格兰德对外安全局的总部

In the director's office on the 9th floor of the Grand External Security Bureau, the thick curtains were still drawn tightly. The sun was shining brightly outside, but not a single ray of sunlight could penetrate into the room, just like Director Herbert's mood as he sat at his desk.

After taking a sip of coffee, Director Herbert, who hadn't slept all night, picked up the briefing on his desk again with bloodshot eyes. This briefing had been submitted by Hack Ralph, the head of the operations department, and he had read it several times from beginning to end, word by word. But with each reading, his mood darkened a little more.