"Hmm, isn't this the teacher? Who is this, the one with silver hair!" Nero stood beside the two of them in an instant, blinked, and patted the silver-haired girl's shoulder with a smile, "Is this someone the teacher knows? Or is this a bodyguard he hired?" "This is Albion, my friend, you should greet her, and this is my disciple, Nero." Novia did not seem panicked by Nero's sudden appearance, but just introduced him normally. "Is that so! Umm, hello! Lord Albion." Nero spoke loudly, but if you listen carefully, you can find that the last word "Your Excellency" seems a little calm. It's not that she deliberately expressed dissatisfaction, but she smelled a smell - the smell of dried blood, coming from her teacher. She liked the slight smell of warmth in the air because it always lingered on Novia. Every time she smelled it, Nero found herself incredibly calm. The reason was unknown. Maybe the teacher used magic, but she never asked. She just thought it was good this way. ".....Humph, I knew that a long time ago." Albion snorted rather arrogantly and then put on his mask again. This Albion hated himself very much, and Nero felt it instantly, because the frequency of a person's blinking, the way of speaking, and even the pitch of his voice all truthfully told the inner feelings, although these were extremely rare in this surprisingly light guy.
However, she could read that this Albion wanted to kill her. However, Nero also had the desire to kill this Albion, because the smell of Novia's blood came out in this guy's mouth. This guy called Albion actually hurt his teacher? And he bit him until he bled? Why not kill this guy? For a moment, Nero was a little breathless. She suppressed the desire to kill this Albion, to make her stop breathing, to chop off her neck and torso, and to cut her whole body into pieces. However, she also knew that this guy must be somewhat important to the teacher, otherwise she would not keep him around. If she did so without permission, it would cause losses to the teacher, so Nero forced himself to cross his fingers and spoke in a calm manner. "As for Albion, maybe it's her first time here, so she's not used to it." "Human, who allowed you to call me by my name?" Albion, who was in a rather unhappy mood, said coldly, crossing his arms. "Eh, so Lord Albion is not actually human? Hmm, I see. The habits are indeed different. You have to understand, teacher." Nero laughed happily and observed the arrogant fantasy as if nothing had happened. She found it strange when she thought about how pitiful this guy had just been and how he was pretending to be arrogant now. "Oh, I just remembered that I have something else to do, so I won't disturb you and Mr. Albion." Nero put his forehead against Novia's abdomen, then looked up at him, and quickly let go of his hand after speaking, glancing at Albion, and then left consciously. She could already imagine the guy's gnashing teeth expression. What? He is just a guy used by the teacher. No matter how much you value him, he can't be more important than me. After all, the teacher controls me with poison... Nero also understood that this idea was strange and absurd, she understood it better than anyone else. I will definitely be accused of having a mental problem, there is nothing I can do about it. At this moment, Novia was staring directly at Nero instead of Albion. "Nero." “…Yes, yes.” Hearing Novia's call, the girl turned around and answered with a stiff voice and nodded.
Nero thought his thoughts were exposed, and his heart began to beat wildly for no reason. As for the fact that his cheeks were flushed, it was probably not noticed because the sun was so bright. But Novia didn't think about these things and spoke to her: "I have always thought that your songs have the power to make people happy and should be sung to more people, so you should keep working hard." Looking at the two people gradually leaving, Nero lowered his eyelashes as thin as gold threads and thought about Novia's words. After all, she knew the effect of her concert at the triumphal ceremony, even though she didn't say it outwardly, she actually knew it. "......It's better to resist the urge to kill that guy. Just let her be proud for a few days." She suddenly murmured softly, gathered magic power in her fingers, took out the golden laurel that had been placed on Novia's head during the triumphal ceremony, stared at the laurel with burning eyes, stroked it gently, and put it on her head again. Nero is absolutely confident that he is the most important person in his teacher's heart, and this will never and absolutely not change. Water 049: A visit to the Burial Classroom and a person who has not yet become the ancestor of the Dead Apostles The midday sun floats above the sky, giving all living beings an overwhelming sense of presence. "I am Narubalek, the current leader of the Burial Classroom, nice to meet you, Lord Novia." The man with his right eye covered by his hair looked at Novia in front of him. Perhaps because Novia's deep blue eyes had an incredible charm, which seemed to be breathtaking, Narubalek couldn't help but move towards him. There was no other furniture except a square white wood table, and four straw chairs, and above it, where a mirror would normally have been hung, there was a silver brass cross nailed to a piece of black wire, and mounted in a gilded, dull wood frame. There is nothing luxurious here. Given its simplicity and the miracles he has witnessed with his own eyes, he will spontaneously regard this place as an extremely solemn space. "Since you are here, I think you have understood what I asked Koback to convey." "We will naturally obey your decision, sir. From now on, the burial classroom will no longer be independent and will obey your command. The 45 provinces of the entire Roman Empire have also arranged for unnecessary personnel to go there, and we will also recruit strong personnel from outside in the future." Narubalek just smiled bitterly when listening to Novia's gentle smile and words, because this was neither a good nor a bad decision for the "Narubalek" family. Every leader of the burial classroom is called "Narubalyk", which is an inherited name. Since its establishment, the leader position has always been held by someone from the "Narubalyk" family. Even the staff of the burial classroom never recruits outsiders, in order to ensure the absolute purity of faith and personality. Before, they maintained their independence from Judaism, so even when the "Antichrist King" Doro asked them to assassinate Novya, it was rejected outright because Narubalek believed that this was a dispute over doctrine and there was no reason to take action. However, during the Battle of Jerusalem, darkness enveloped the earth for three minutes, which made Narubalek realize that he and his clan had done something terribly wrong by not helping the messenger of the Lord, and that they deserved death. Just when he was thinking about how to clear himself of this serious crime, Koback came to him with Novia's request. The burial classroom was now on high alert for the visit of the ancestor of the Dead Apostles. After all, except for the leader, no one was capable of dealing with a Dead Apostle of such a high rank. But after being told that he was a former church member and came with Novia's words, these people felt a little relieved. But then, when Novia's request was learned, there was another quarrel inside the burial classroom. Because Novia's requirements are: From now on, except for the leader "Narubalek" who remains the strongest, all other members of the Burial Classroom must adopt a merit-based approach. It is enough for each member to be strong enough and have the ability to eliminate those who are inconvenient to attack. People of all identities will be welcome to join, even formal believers. Let seven people plus one person selected by him form a new "burial classroom". In addition to these people, those who no longer had to wait in the burial classroom had to go to the 45 provinces of the Roman Empire to be responsible for the emerging churches in the big cities, deal with the hidden dead apostles and spread the doctrine.
This move by Novia can be said to have directly dismantled the burial classroom that had been passed down for so many years, which would naturally cause inevitable internal quarrels. But after thinking about it, Narubalek agreed without hesitation and came alone to express his sincerity. He understood that Novia wanted an absolute "killing" demon group, the kind with all its members able to kill Dead Apostles and True Ancestors, and also hoped that ordinary people everywhere could have some hope when facing Dead Apostles through simple methods. Although among the Dead Apostles, the first few levels can be said to be no more than ordinary beasts, and as long as one musters up the courage to fight against them, they will not necessarily die. But the problem is that they are human-like creatures, so ordinary people will only subconsciously fall into fear and find it difficult to resist. "Please give me a list of those people so I can contact churches in various places to pass it on." Although Novia's words were rude, Narubalek did not feel uncomfortable at all. Instead, he felt that it was natural. "Okay, I have prepared it for you. There are 135 people in total. Please take a look." Narubalek took a letter from his pocket and handed it to Novia. "Let me see..." Novia flipped through the letter and saw an unexpected name. He asked casually, "Speaking of which, are all the names in your family the same?" "Yes, in addition to the name 'Narubalek' being taken by the strongest person in the family, there are also various names that must be inherited through fighting, and for the sake of purity, the loser will be executed." "That's right." The reason why Novia specifically asked this question was because she saw a familiar name on the letter that Narubalek handed over. Bay Ze. Like the twenty-fifth ancestor of the twenty-seven ancestors of the Dead Apostles, the sword monk Bei Ze possesses the principle of the 'sword' and has woven a sword technique to kill the Dead Apostles. He seemed to remember that this ancestor of the Dead Apostles who was the teacher of Xiel and the Nineteenth Ancestor was a famous priest of the church who invented the Black Key in 300 AD and was also the most outstanding swordsman at the time. Perhaps the current person was his ancestor. "Let's abolish this rule from now on." Novia held up the letter and closed his eyes. "The losing party doesn't have to die. There will always be people who don't want to win. Then, hide your identity and build a monastery to adopt abandoned children. The empire and the local church will provide some financial support." "I understand." Narubalek nodded. "May I ask if there is anything else I can do for you? I see that you don't have any guards around you, sir. Do you need me to do it for you—" "No, my teacher and the eleven apostles of Jesus Christ will be here in a few days. You can come with me to meet them in a few days." Although Albion, who returned to the 'gun' because someone came, did not say anything, Novia had no doubt that this guy was definitely staring at him. If he agreed to Narubalek's request, he would definitely be in a bad mood. The last time after seeing Nero coming back, Albion bit him again, but fortunately it only left a tooth mark instead of tearing off a piece of flesh. "Yes." "By the way, can you help me find a guy these days? His name is Rocusta, he has green hair, and he should live in the forests of Gaul, and he lives on mushrooms all day long." It's strange to say, Novia clearly remembered that this mushroom girl who was good at using poison was disliked by ordinary people because of her mental disorder, so she could only stay in the forest and live on mushrooms. However, relying on her knowledge of herbal medicine, she was hired to use poison to kill people for money, and because those who hired her were powerful people, she was able to escape jail every time. Logically, it should be easy to find her. As a result, he had no news at all, which inevitably made Novia a little confused. "Hmm... Looking for someone? I understand." Although it was quite troublesome to find someone in such a large country like Gaul, it was still quite easy for Narubalek who was able to rival a normal ancestor of the Dead Apostles. 050: The Editor of the New Testament and the Key to the Kingdom of Heaven Gray snowflakes gently fell from the sky into the city of Rome.
“I think it is necessary to compile your letters and the books you wrote into a completely new testament, separate from the Jewish one, and a new part of the Bible.” Novia spoke slowly to the people in front of him. To Peter who was listening. The word "Bible" sounds very special. Because his destiny was determined at that time, at the beginning on the Sea of Galilee and at the testimony on the top of Mount Golgotha. To Peter in the past, that person was everything to him, and he never thought that one day that person would leave him. But that day, the eleven apostles were forced to accept—— The Passion of Jesus. To let such a being pass away is an act of the devil and an unforgivable sin. Who was that dedication for and what was it for? If asked, that person would definitely smile and say that it is for people in the world to no longer have sin. That is why Peter paid close attention to Paul from that point on, and he held Paul in high esteem even though Paul had been outspoken in his criticisms of him. Because Paul, who had once opposed Jesus, was very capable, he was able to spread the beliefs of his teacher Jesus to the Mediterranean and even the entire Roman Empire. According to common sense, Peter should have resented Paul because he was the one entrusted by Jesus and should have been the real leader. However, Peter did not do so because he felt he was not qualified. Because when Jesus was interrogated by the high priest of Jerusalem, he refused to acknowledge his master-disciple relationship with Jesus three times out of fear. Even though he was later forgiven, Peter could not bear the thought that he could accept such blasphemy with ease. The old man's cloudy eyes cleared a little as he looked at the man who had invited them, a group of old guys, to Rome to discuss the matter of their teacher Jesus. The child he had seen when he went to Paul's place was now as old as them, and had accomplished deeds far beyond theirs, and had avenged the revenge that the eleven of them had always harbored in their hearts. The purpose of Novia asking them to come here was actually very simple. He hoped that everyone's letters or written books would be compiled as part of the Bible. He also suggested that if possible, everyone could be responsible for the infrastructure of Christianity in at least one province, because it is now growing too fast. It was so dazzling that Peter slowly closed his eyes. He thought that he was probably stimulated by the sunlight outside, so tears flowed out uncontrollably. "This is what should be done......" Peter exhaled deeply and bowed his head deeply, deeply. "Hey, Peter, why are you so absent-minded? You are old enough now, and this is a day worth celebrating." Paul, who was sitting next to him, patted Peter on the shoulder. "I'm so sorry." In order to prevent his tears from falling, Peter gently shook his head. "You didn't do anything wrong. The one who was wrong... was me." "Nothing."
"I scolded you in public before, which made things difficult for you."