Hop Okam's mouth was so wide that he could stuff a fist in. "What secret association"

"You don't want to"

"My dear Lord, this is not a joke," the dentist jumped up suddenly, "This is not a question of whether I want it or not. You must not do this for Gaia's sake. Please forget this ridiculous idea quickly. Even if you are a lord, you cannot."

"I'm the Lord," said Danlfin, "What can't be done on the ice graticulture?"

"It is precisely because you are the lord that I don't want you to be hurt."

"It's not easy to hurt me. You said that the Cross Knights stationed in Veneuts were not as many as the two teams of the Silver Vulture Army." Danlfin was not a sudden idea. She had been in the Iceland Territory for nearly a month, and she had already considered these things. "If we use magic to cover up your nameless character and then place the station in the wild, this team will become a real secret. Only I know your existence. The demon hunter will not come to you, you are absolutely safe."

"If we leave the city, I mean how to solve the life needs of the nameless people. Moreover, the ice is cold and the sky is cold and the wild is not safe."

"Is your magic useless?"

"You are too proud of us," the dentist shouted, "If you use too much demonic power, you will turn us into demons, and it is not omnipotent in itself. It is true that our magic has a mysterious level beyond fire, but it will not exceed a lot."

In order to make her give up her mind, Hope directly gave her an example: "For example, I was originally a mysterious creature who returned from studying medicine from Wangdu. He barely ignited the fire. However, the power of the demon can allow me to use magic that I can only obtain after changing my job, feel the flow of magic, and even increase the original mystery, and the effect is comparable to that of the high ring. But I can only do this. I can't control it to increase my strength, let alone call the wind and rain. Maybe others can do this with magic, but I don't get the corresponding knowledge at all."

"Why are these people afraid of you?"

"What they fear is not us." Hope lowered his voice, "What they fear is the evil dragon Wintherspon. Have you forgotten that we are just containers, and will sooner or later become apostles of hell."

"I can send someone to deliver supplies"

"That way it's not absolutely safe," Hope pointed out. "Once the church or patrol knights discover this shelter, they will be ecstatic and then they will be able to catch us all."

Danlfin realized what she was taking for granted. "Let's forget it." She felt sorry, but she felt awkward when she said it. "Let's let go of the association for now. I just think that Venewards had been purged because of the nameless. If these people were managed, it might be good for us."

"I'm afraid it's good for you." The dentist smiled weakly. "You want to watch over us, is that right?"

"Everyone needs the constraints of the law. The nameless should not be an exception. I just hope that before becoming a demon, you can get treatment equivalent to the order creatures." Danlfin explained, "You helped us in the incident of the Moonbreaking God, which gave me a little change of the nameless. And the consequences of the violent conduct of the incident have also been seen. The Venewards massacre has caused the ice land to be destroyed. If we can find a more peaceful way, maybe people will accept you." She coughed, "No matter what, the nameless is also a Venewards, my people."

Hop Okam stared at her for a long time. "You are so kind, my Lord. Ordinary nobles care about the lives of civilians and will be regarded as aliens, let alone a noble person like you. You are as worthy of our love as your mother. But the nameless person is different. I am not your subject, but the enemy of Knox. Yes, the war has ended for a thousand years, but this does not mean that order and chaos can live in peace. Who doesn't like stable days? Peace is the paradise of the nameless person in the world that may be unavailable to the demon hunters. I don't deny it. But sir, I am sure that there are many people who have thought about it this way, but there are only pitiful few people in the ice land."

Maybe he thought so before becoming the nameless. Danlfin pursed his lips. She actually understood that the Venewards' attitude towards the nameless would be far worse than elsewhere. "But if we do nothing, it is even less likely that we will improve ourselves. Should I let the hatred continue?" she argued.

"Sir, you don't understand. What separates us is not hatred, but contradiction."

Contradiction. This word shakes her. Danlfion once again thought of Gavin. If she didn't need to inherit the Ice Land, would he still hate me? Since Gavin didn't need me to die, will Four Leaf City suffer from the disaster of the undead? Who can tell me clearly?

"I will not ask you anymore." In the end, she compromised, "Association or peace, it's all right for you. I hope you can understand what the nameless person thinks of himself as."

The girl stood straight. "Anyway, I promised to provide you with protection, this is the promise of the Count of Iceland Danlfinlancost. Hop Occam, you don't have to tremble in my castle, it will shelter you until the day you fall."

Similarly, her promise shocked Hope. Tears surged from the dentist's sentimental eyes. "Thank you, Lord Lord"

"You're welcome." Dan Fionn felt a sense of responsibility all over her body. She waved her hand and almost knocked over the ink on the table. "Now go back to see your patients, don't get in the way before my eyes."

The inn's bed was stuffed with feathers, and Chitarian almost overslept. Since she left Siye City, the nightmare began to become intermittent. Yesterday, she was lucky and had a good night's sleep.

When Chitarian put on his clothes and climbed out of bed, he found that his sister Ruth was lying on the table to doodle. Of course, she was playing, because the real painter would never choose to dip the feathers of a quill pen dipped in ink and apply them everywhere. No matter what, the silly girl seemed very happy, and Chitarian was just letting her do anything.

Dongdongdongdongdong. Suddenly, someone knocked on the wooden board outside the door. "Ladies, is it convenient for me to come in now?"

Before Chitarian could move, Ruth ran to open the door cheerfully. I had told her to be careful. She thought annoyedly, and then she could not catch up with her helplessly. She was a fool, and I didn't understand even if I said it.

Wittkeshazo was still covered with mist, even though Chitarian and Ruth had seen his face. The guy had a very northern face, broad forehead, dark red skin, and thick and straight eyebrows. The beard on his chin was about to be stored, with only a furry layer. His behavior was not as regular as the upper class, but it would not be offensive. He was dressed like a mercenary, with a false mercenary group emblem on his shoulders, and a steel one-handed sword on his waist. It was this sword that exposed his original identity, which carved the heart-shaped leaf pattern of the Wiggins family on the round head at the top of the grip. Chitarian took a look and noticed that this thing seemed to be the standard weapon of the Four Leaf City Patrol Knight.

"It's really good." He praised Ruth for being a "new star in abstract art" and made her laugh with a funny expression. "Is this her first time holding a pen in her pen, and her posture is really unique," he teased.

Hitarian realized that he was talking to him. "No." But his body reacted faster than his mind, and she replied: "We were the most basic education we had when we were kids. I was able to read, and Ruth could count to twenty."

"Excellent." said the northerner, "Although I know the common language, the divine texts are not good. Sometimes I can count faster than you, but I don't have any talent in art. Really, I even go out of tune in singing." His frankness made Hitarian smile.

"Sing." Ruth said, "Sing." He looked at him with anticipation.

Wittke also smiled. "No, good girl, I will scare you. When it comes to Byrne, I will take you to listen to the opera. Byrne's opera is beautiful and beautiful. The musicians are familiar with every song in the ice field. The dancer stands on tiptoe and rotates, and the hem of the skirts are layered, blooming into autumn flowers."

Byrne Hitarian had never watched opera, and she had never expected to go to the theater. What she was worried about was another thing. "How can we live and serve you when we go to Byrne?"

Northerners raised their eyebrows because they felt absurd. "Of course not. I don't need others to serve you. You will have a new job, and it will definitely be better than before."

Hitarian still didn't believe it. "I'm a girl, and I can't do anything."

"After all, you still don't understand where Byrne is," Wittschazo said.

Of course I understand. "You said it is a suitable place for Ruth's life." Hitarian sucked and said, "I know that although my sister is not smart, she looks good, and at least she can."

"No. No. It's not like this." His face was originally confused, but later he gradually became amused and laughed. "It wasn't right at all. Oh, you misunderstood that Ruth looks good. Of course it has benefits. Many people will like her and like you. They will think you are family members. Byrne is the House of the Nameless, and it exists for this."

He said that word, and Hitarian still felt strange all over his body. The nameless person. "I don't know that we are already in the eyes of others." She hesitated how to express it, "I am no longer human."

The night was burned not only by confessions, indulgences and their huts. The church published it in the newspaper the next day, offering a reward for the two escaped demon sisters. Hitarian's life and future plans were destroyed by the damn book, and the Cross Knights burned them. They were forced to become demons who everyone shouted and beat, following the real nameless man and left the Four Leaf City overnight, heading south.

"Why care about the hatred of strangers, we are your family." The northerners told her not to care about these things. "The world is stupid and treats us as the incarnation of demons. But we are still the souls born from the combination of parents, and their blood flows in their bodies. Some names are indeed not humans, but I am undoubtedly humans, and you are the same."

"It's different. We are being imposed on the charges by the church for the inexplicable gospel. And you are really the nameless, and you will use the mystics of the demons."

Wittke's smile seemed a little weird. He asked Ruth to go to the side to fiddle with the tassels on the tablecloth and said to Hitarian: "You think you are just being affected by the fish in the pond because of the confession, so you can only escape."

Hitarian noticed the sarcasm in his words and became subconsciously uneasy. "If I don't go to the church"

"It will sooner or later bring misfortune." This made the girl look at him in confusion. Wittke no longer smiled, his voice like the faint wind wandering in the cold night: "Do you think I help you because I am hated by the church or want to get news of the confession. I help you because you are my family, at least one is."

"I don't understand"

"You must understand. The demon hunter has long promoted the characteristics of the nameless person to every civilian in Siye City. Do you enjoy its convenience but try to deny its existence?"

Convenience. Hitarian couldn't help but think, I was benefiting from the power of the demon. If I really had this power, I wouldn't have to endure hunger. Only a fool would have put magic without having to understand her suddenly, and her face turned pale. "It's Ruth" Lucia, was it her lucky ability

Wittke looked at Ruth's ink and ravaged the dirty drawing paper. "The nameless is not a demon, but it is definitely not an angel of Gaia. Being cautious is our usual purpose. Child, of course I will not specifically pick up two strangers and are targeted by the Cross Knights. Because that will only allow myself to bear unnecessary risks, and I still have a mission." He smiled at her again, and the severity and coldness disappeared. "Go to Byrne, you will be protected. Don't be afraid, child, you are really my companions. Although the church was for that book, it accidentally discovered your true identity."

Citarian could not pretend that he had no guesses about Ruth's power. She was suffocated by the painful truth, but that was just a loss after being shattered by luck. I did enjoy the convenience of the demon, she thought bitterly, until now.

But he is talking about us

"Rus is indeed a little different." Hitarian admitted, "but I, like a normal person, may be inadequate. Why am I a demon?"

"It is the nameless, children, we never call ourselves a demon." Wittke corrected, "When people find that the nameless is different, it means that their power has awakened. The abnormality of the fire has always existed. Dear, of course, you have extraordinary things, but you can't detect its existence. It's just that time has not come, Hitarian. When that day comes, you will find that you have never been mediocre."

Before the girl could answer, he turned to the destination of their trip. "I think you will understand when you arrive at Byrne. There is the land of the nameless kingdom of heaven, a homeland that is not attacked by discrimination and persecution. There you will understand everything."
Chapter completed!