? "Yes, Duke Gwen."

Robin bowed slightly and looked at the other person.

From the appearance, Duke Gwen is like a kind old lady.

She leaned on a crutch and brought her face closer.

Almost posted with Robin.

"Sorry, my eyes are not very smart, after all, they are still too old." Duke Gwen said.

"fine."

Robin said it was okay, and turned his eyes away.

Duke Gwen's sharp nose tip was almost poking his face.

"Mr. Gwen." Aiden held her arm and dragged it back a little, then shook her head, reminding her that this behavior was too rude.

"Well, I know, I know, it's too close."

Gwen took a step back and grabbed the cane with his right hand.

She straightened her upper body straight, looking thoughtful.

"It's so strange. I always feel that you look very similar to someone, but I just can't remember it for a moment."

The old man frowned, and the wrinkles on his face deepened a lot.

The eyes were turbid and dull, and were covered with a layer of fog.

Robin smiled politely.

Perhaps it was because Duke Gwen had been dealing with the people of the West Wilderness Wind Wing for many years that he said such words.

More than once he heard others say that he looks like a Wind Winged Man.

Still the kind without wings.

So, thanks to their blessing, Robin now knows that the Wind Winged Man has wings.

I just never saw it before.

The only humanoid creature he had ever seen with wings was a vampire.

...

"Sir Gwen, let's go in. The Chosen ceremony is about to begin." Duke Aiden held up her arm.

Robin couldn't help but smiled gratefully at the young Duke Aiden.

This Lord Aiden showed a completely different story from the rumors. Not only was he not the kind of perverse and unruly image, but he knew how to observe his words and expressions.

He is a young man with high emotional intelligence.

"Oh, I remembered it."

The old duke turned his head and his pupils slightly opened.

"Sir Robin, the Chosen, you look exactly the same as the former king."

Robin was slightly stunned.

I don't know how to respond to her.

He had seen portraits of the former kings in the King's Castle before, and he was clearly an image of a Western beauty with long golden hair and slightly reddish amber eyes.

It is completely different from an oriental man with a flat face, black eyes and black hair like him.

"Mr. Gwen, you must have read it wrong or remembered it wrong. How could it be..." Duke Aiden smoothed out the situation.

"You are still young and have never seen it." Gwen pondered, "but I remember Youxin. This is indeed the case with the former kings."

Her fingers trembled a little, and she raised them to stroke them along the outline of Robin's face.

But I never met him.

what to do.

Robin casts his eyes on Jiexi and Aiden for help.

I'm afraid this duke is not Alzheimer's disease?

After all, he is already 70 years old.

If it weren't for the lack of children, it would be the age to cultivate.

"If that child could survive until now, he would probably be about the same age as you?"

"Why?"

Robin was slightly stunned, not understanding what she meant.

"It's okay, I'm talking nonsense."

She suffocated her hands to her mouth and smiled with her lips.

"So, goodbye later."

The old duke withdrew his gaze and waved his hand at Robin with a graceful look.

Her cane hit the stone slab, making a crisp sound.

As Duke Gwen entered the temple, Robin finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Please don't mind." Aiden gave Robin a [the duke's somewhat confused look], tapped his head with his finger, then smiled mysteriously, and followed Duke Gwen into the temple.

...

Almost all the staff are here.

The Chosen Ceremony begins here.

"Everyone."

As Carista's voice sounded, the temple suddenly became quiet.

Everyone focused their eyes on the face of Yitnair's God Messenger.

That young and charming face was illuminated by the light cast from the window.

On the top of the temple, the pattern of the God of Life quietly hangs in the sky, staring at the people below.

Behind the God of Life, there are five gorgeous halos carved.

"Today is Yitnell's new Selected People's Ceremony." Carista's voice slowly rang.

"I should have stood up and announced the news of the whole country to everyone." She laughed jokingly, her hands on her knees.

"But, everyone knows that we have experienced some things and the Kingdom has also experienced a period of darkness." A hint of regret appeared in her voice, and her silver eyes shrank slightly.

"Sixteen years ago, we lost the Chosen, and a good King."

When she said this, Olivia, who was sitting beside her, moved slightly.

"But fortunately, we have another wise king, a role model of the times, a hero of the people, who took on the heavy responsibility of the kingdom after the death of the previous king."

Her eyes fell on Olivia, with a smile in her eyes.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Olivia also nodded slowly and responded with a smile.

"The history of the kingdom is full of blood. We have experienced many hardships, but like the name of Itnair, the kingdom is eternal. Hardship makes us grow, and difficulties make the kingdom stronger." Carlista's voice was a little sad and inspiring.

"It has a history of 1347 years since the establishment of Itnair.

We have paid a lot of money for the future of the kingdom and for the continuation of life.

The dusty history has buried countless heroes and people, and we remember all those who have not made contributions to Ittenel.

The longest serving as a God-Emeng in history was 123 years, and the shortest was 8 years.

When I arrived at me, I was already the 21st messenger of God.”

Carista smiled calmly, "I don't know how much time the God of Life has given me, and how many responsibilities I still need to exercise on earth for her."

She paused and said with sigh, "But I am willing to give all of my life to God and Itnair until the moment my life burned out."

Hearing this, everyone was moved and looked at Carista with a silence.

This envoy witnessed the history of the kingdom for hundreds of years, experienced several wars and changes in the times.

In many cases, during the bleak times of the kingdom, she shines like a star on everyone.

Even in the era without the Chosen, as long as Kalista is there, Yitnell will be there.

Even people depended more on her than on the king.

"In these 1347 years, we have 58 chosen ones, and most of them died prematurely without becoming a messenger." She raised her head and looked at the dome above.

The smile of the God of Life illuminates her silver pupils.

"Maybe this is the test of God of Life for us, or maybe it is because God of Life for them too much, so he summoned them to accompany him too early."
To be continued...