There are few knights patrolling in the East City of Four Leaf City. Hitarian steals during the day and goes to the church to hand in indulge in the evening. She knows which numbers have special meanings and which patterns symbolize blessings are better. If you encounter a priest who is not in front of the pool, Hitarian can still catch the doves that are not vigilant. This is a rare feast.

Compared to Hitarian's busyness, Ruth is like a mascot that can only break the cup. Even Hitarian has to admit that she is indeed a mascot. Since childhood, Hitarian has found that she is rarely injured, even if the girl is a fool. When she was young, she poured boiling water to her sister who was unable to hold the cup, and the water spilled all over the floor. Neither of them was injured. Later, the undead and poison rage in the city. Hitarian closed the door tightly and hid under the pile of debris in the corner. No corpse eater broke into the shed. Later, Hitarian discovered that the only passage leading to the shed was blocked by the collapsed roof, and things that were more than a cat could not enter.

The Icelanders always kept their lucky angel lords, but Chitarian disdained the girl of the Wiggins family. No matter how lucky Danlfin Wiggins was, she would not let her slip away from the patrol knight's nose, but Ruth could do it. Chitarian was sure that his mother did not understand Ruth's benefits, otherwise she would take her away.

The wind in the evening was very cold, and the night was approaching in the town. The harvest month of Four Leaf City this year did not have enough harvest, but I believe the Lord will have a way to teach his people to survive the frost moon. Even after experiencing the tragic disaster of the undead attacking the city, Duke Tracy's position in people's hearts has not diminished at all.

Ruth put the book in her hand. For a moment, Citarian felt that his sister had become sensible, but it was just an illusion. "Reading." She begged. I should have known that a fool would not understand what it would be really good for her.

It seemed that she knew at least the meaning of selling it, and would no longer bother me to ask where the bread I had eaten went. At her request, Chitarian opened the cover, but was attracted by a picture of people kneeling in front of the statue. She suddenly felt that her understanding of it was a little deviant.

"I don't know." Ruth looked at her and shook her head, showing a confused look. "This is this religious book," she explained.

Most of the books of the church are written in unique language. Whether Gaia, Lucia, Sirte and Heather, their words are powerful. If mortals read the Word of God without teaching, mystery will harm themselves. Hitarian's mother was a god of light, but this gospel is Gaia's.

Wait. She hurriedly went to see it, thinking that she was dazzled. There was a golden and red sun on the statue of God. This was really the Gospel of Lucia. Hitarian raised his head and focused his eyes on the door to make sure that he had no hallucinations.

Ruth sat up and shook her arm, urging her.

"Lying honestly." Hitarian glared at his sister dissatisfiedly, "You really know how to pick up trash." She turned over another page and read the above sentence word by word. It was nothing more than a ridiculous story about the goddess saving the world, and the sun shining on the earth. Hitarian was not interested, but Ruth seemed to be listening carefully.

When she talked about two madmen who despised the goddess who converted under the miracle and knelt in front of Lucia for gifts, Ruth was already asleep. Hitarian closed the gospels and was a little reluctant to sell it at dawn. The story above was very novel and she had never heard of it. Hitarian saw the name of the book written on the cover, which was very appropriate to the content of the story. It was called Confessions.

Lucia is different from Gaia. His kindness is not often revealed. Those who disrespect the sun and blaspheme the goddess most have no chance to confess their sins. Hitarian thought of this in a daze before falling asleep. But the sleepiness came irresistible, and she sank into a deep sleep until Ruth woke her up. When Hitarian opened his eyes, the night sky was still not clear.

"Nightmare." said the sister, "Red Dream."

Hitarian immediately woke up. She understood that Ruth was saying that she had a red nightmare. This book was not something worth paying attention to, if Hitarian had not had a common dream with his sister last night.

She turned over and stood up.

"You go and ask him yourself."

As soon as the apprentice came out of the gap in the star, he heard a man talking. He quickly greeted, "Her Lion."

Incense was lit in the room, and the carpet and gauze curtains had a bitter taste. Two rows of sofas were diagonally opposite each other, and there were soft cushions on the rocking chairs. Only candles were lit in the room, and the light was dim and thin, but someone's hair was shining like a dome of a castle covered with gold foil.

"Who are you?" asked the lion Ronard Zachley.

"I am the apprentice of the White Messenger. My name is Uriel."

"So it's you." Ulier found that he was looking at himself carefully, as if he wanted to remember his appearance. But no matter what, the process of leaving an impression was too long. The apprentice was stared at and was uncomfortable.

"Stop looking." A woman sat opposite him and scolded. "You can't remember anyway."

Unlike Ronned Zachley, Uriel knew her. The Witch of Destiny, as Mr. Larsen described, her beautiful figure and noble temperament were unforgettable at a glance. She leaned against the extinguished fireplace, and the candle flames pounded softly on the silver table above her head. "His Witch of Destiny." He said, "I also brought Mr. Larsen's greetings."

Helen's eyes contained a smile. "I know you, my child. Thank you for your greetings, and my senior brother. He is very worried about your mysterious study." She blinked at him, and the cat's eye rock gently shook. "Tell me how regretful Kamaria was, I was still studying the horny nature of the one-legged frog in the Triangle Swamp at that time."

"My honor, Ms. Dorothea."

The Chloe Astrologer's foothold in Iron Claw City is very luxurious. Before the Ministry of Foreign Affairs moved to the Four Leaf Corps, Queen Flevia ordered craftsmen to build a white tower for the envoys of the mysterious realm to settle. The white tower is located in the city near the suburbs, and its environment and interior decoration are impeccable. However, after a few years of its use, the station of the garrison changed its location. Now the white tower is used to entertain guests who are important in the mysterious realm, and it is also an adornmental city view suitable for both far and near in the royal city.

Gaota sent only one great astrologer to Eastman, and both the Lion and Joy belonged to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. But since the Fate Rally did not allow the inspectors to take charge of all the work, it means that the Blood Prophecy was not as easy as Joy said. He had known this for a long time, and thanked the messenger for his indulgence.

But before Uriel could introduce the witch to the Moon Capital, the door of the hall suddenly opened. No one was mentally prepared for this.

The witch Helen frowned. "The Earl of Red Valley of Favtanner." She seemed to recognize the visitor across three floors.

Uriel, Earl of Red Valley, did not know him, but he had heard of him. Kamaria was the ancestor of some of the elves of Favtanna, and he was about to talk to the witch about the Moon Capital.

"The fog elves have been locking the country for a long time, and I really didn't expect to see their envoys in Eastman." Ronard somehow became energetic. "The Earl of Red Valley looks like her."

"Not better than the prostitute you recruited yesterday," said Ms. Helen bluntly. "It is said that she is the most unpopular guest on the dining table, and the man's flirting methods are useless to her. If you want to please her, you might as well pour hot beef soup on all over your body. So she will chew on your face by herself."

Uriel felt the corners of his mouth twitch. These words taught him to vaguely see the true character of the "Witch of Destiny". He suddenly understood why Mr. Larson is still single.

"Where is your mentor going?" After regretting, the lion asked him where Joey was going. Ronned was not willing to communicate with his apprentice. In fact, he always had this kind of virtue in the tower. The power of the lion worships the power of the werewolf worships the moon. You would think that his IQ and fanaticism were proportional to his level. But they are not idiots. It is well documented that there were as many rebellions and wars in the history of the Lion as humans.

"He goes to deal with some diplomatic issues." Ulier replied. In order to predict that the three masters of the Ampiad enter Eastman, they must appease the royal family of Iron Claw City, so as not to be too frightened by the court wizards. "But it seems a bit late."

The Favtanner envoy must have come to Eastman first, so that people's attention was focused on the fog elves. Joey was not present, and Uriel didn't know how to deal with it. "I'll go downstairs to ask." It was easy for White Tower to place two groups of people, but he had to let the other party know that he was not the first one.

The "Lion" looked as if she was a natural person and lay back on the sofa, which meant that he would go quickly. The "Witch of Destiny" was more sensitive to his rusty and panic. She pointed out softly: "The Earl of Red Valley is a mysterious creature of the High Ring, so you don't have to call her Your Excellency."

Uriel nodded gratefully. The night was coming. I would rather use magic than mess things up.

The elves downstairs also noticed that the White Tower was not empty. But they struted up the stairs, not afraid of any possible mysterious guests. Favtanner did not need to bow his head in front of anyone, but the Tower of Sky was the same. Uriel took out the herald and put the ring of Soren on his finger. As soon as he left the two masters of the Void Realm, Soren spoke impatiently.

Get me away quickly

"Quiet, Sauron." He was in no mood to chat, "We're going to meet soon." There is another floor. "Are you afraid of her?"

What do you know? Earl of Red Valley, Earl Greengelfin, rumored that she even ate metal

Nonsense. "Who eats metal?" Uriel asked back angrily. Even if the Count of Red Valley's stomach can really come, she will not be interested in a ring like yours, unless she wants to be anorexia.

The anxiety of the ring was not affected, it seemed not to be throwing a tantrum. Earl Earl called the Elemental Devourer. You said how wide her recipe is, your magic is not afraid of her, but I have white magic on my body in the eyes of that damn elves. I am no different from ice cream.
Chapter completed!