He was still smiling, even though his flesh was shriveled and smelled, his smile remained unchanged. His eyes were hidden under his wrinkled eyelids, but they could make people feel their mocking eyes. I am dead, your accusations are no longer effective, your anger has nowhere to be placed, and your hatred will never be gone. I won beauty, and I won a great victory.

Uriel stopped in front of the stone steps.

The tombstone stands in the cold wind, and there are only scars of wind and snow on the smooth surface. The head smiles at me, and I don’t know if it is mocking the girls’ souls. We save the world, but not the fallen ones. Look, this is the end of praying to the demons. You have been entrusting to the non-humans all your life.

He stood in front of Sister Dreya's monument for a while, feeling even more guilty. She was just out of sympathy, taking care of Manai and other young mothers. It was me who involved her in this tragedy, she was obviously completely innocent.

He couldn't find Manai, so he had to wander aimlessly in front of the wordless monument. It was cold and there were no flowers blooming for them. Mushrooms grew in front of the few stone monuments, and weeds were everywhere under the feet of the stones near the hedges. He regretted not bringing flowers to them from the church. It didn't matter, he didn't come empty-handed. Maybe he should cut the archbishop into more than a dozen pieces and share them equally with each nameless monument. A crow flew over his head, but it had a clear goal and stared at the apprentice. Who else would send flowers to them besides me? Little Aiken and Roma?

"I found Aiken." Uriel said to the stone stele group. "Your son is healthy and strong, and he has returned safely after all kinds of hardships. Only the lucky angel of the Ice Land can be compared with him. Roma and I found him together, and we fulfilled our promise to you." He sluggishly. "The Archbishop died behind you, and I regret it was not my actions."

He continued to say it, he thought to himself, let's keep saying it, don't stop.

"The Silence School claims to thoroughly investigate the church, and I rejected them. This time I will not fake the hands of others again. Pod. I mean, Aiken will have a happy life, I know it is not complete, but I will try my best to guarantee it."

The stone tablet will not respond to him, nor will the undead. The rustling sound of branches swaying in the wind, as if questioning his oath. You have made a promise to her that the Knight of Proverbs has failed her in the end. Of course, Manet is not the first person he deceived, and most likely not the last one. It is hard to imagine that the scroll of vows still believes that Urial is its master. Mysterious items are still objects and cannot be asked to think about problems. Urial really hopes that he can also gain courage like a parchment scroll.

The ring flickered quietly without saying a word. It could give him time to be sad alone, and Uriel was grateful from the bottom of his heart. But he was no longer the weak apprentice at the beginning. He was not only sad, but also burning anger.

"I have vowed to find your child, Manet, and I have vowed him and the other babies from the hands of the blood clan." He looked around the crowd, when they were still alive. "Payton Forest, the Archbishop of the Gaia Church, murdered women and children to cover up the facts, and he had accomplices. The school wizards tried to calm the matter, and in order to preserve their flag, the goddess would not allow it. The punishment would come soon."

The question is, who will punish? The gods of Knox turned a blind eye to mortals, and Gaia, who represented the world, had no power. The answer seemed self-evident. However, despite his anger, Urial was not as arrogant as a goddess messenger.

"I cannot pretend that I can do anything for you." He told the stone tablet, "You are dead, died of my negligence, died of the blade of the archbishop's reputation. I cannot understand one ten thousand of your pain, nor are I qualified to use your name." The crow cried out, as if urging him to leave his head. The apprentice ignored its curse. "There will be no flowers in front of your tomb, but only the heads of those who have hurt you. May you step on their skulls and go to Gaia's heaven to admire the suffering of enemies in hell."

"Those who cause all this, those who watch the crimes happen, those who try to cover up the facts, their deaths will be for those who are still alive, and those who believe in Gaia devoutly." Because I am one of them. "I know that many times you think you have made mistakes and come to the church to seek repentance. But in fact, Gaia will understand your experiences. God who is not considerate of man is not worthy of faith."

The Archbishop's head rolled on the grass. After a few minutes, he flew down like a crow arrow, and his dark wings stopped in front of the stone tablet to peck at the dead man's eyes. Soon after, the flesh on his head and face would be cleaned, leaving only the snow-white skeletons frozen hard in the cold wind. And it was not just one head. Soon it couldn't laugh.

Another empty promise, apprentice? Giving promise is giving hope, hope is always failing. Maybe they will be more willing to ask for your head. He stood by the hedge and stared at the flag of the monastery, fantasizing about Roma here watching Manet give birth to Aiken in the wooden house.

"I will bring Aiken to see you again." At least I can do this. "I will come again, Dorothy. I will come again."

...

The kettle sounded on the stove, and Dalton wiped his curse sword under the light. It was a brand new, bright, sharp weapon, with a handle full of runes, and amethyst was dark and deep. Ingrid wiped another sword, and DeWitt had created countless swords for him, and now those swords were destroyed.

The craftsmanship of the Tower Equipment Department is based on the dwarf, which is the pinnacle of contemporary art in the mysterious field. The weight and length of the curse sword are tailored to him, and the feel is unparalleled. But in the eyes of the night elves, this can be said to be the sword given to him by Roma and Uriel. Adventurers all say that a lover is not as good as a good sword. Although he comes from the underground, he has become an adventurer now. This is also a strong sword. Even without the effect of the magic text, its toughness and sharpness are enough to surpass most mysterious items. Perhaps it will never break.

The crystal spots were floating on the wall, Aiken reached out to grab it in the air, kicking his legs. At least he was not crying. Dalton felt that he was teasing the cat. This child was actually Roma's godson, which was simply a joke. The little lion was just a devil himself. Ulier probably thought so. In any case, Aiken would be sent back to his mother, at least a trustworthy person who could take care of the child. Dalton thought about it for a moment with his own experience and found that the place where such people was either heaven or church.

Uriel would have a headache about how to place him, the Night Elf thought, and he finally gave up and continued thinking. He had already started having a headache, and this was not the only thing.

Near White Tower, Dalton heard that the people of Iron Claw City called the Gulf War the White Night War. The spreading rumors were as many as acorns in the forest, but no matter which one, there was a beautiful alien woman. She was a sociable man, a descendant of the declining nobles, a female companion brought by the earl from the palace, and a prostitute presented to the lord by the local wealthy merchants (some people also said that she was a mermaid sent ashore by the Naga Sea tribe, specifically to provoke wars for humans. Dalton only heard the beginning and turned his head away). People called her the bait of Noktula, and Noktula was the god of war for the underground race. Obviously, these rumors were not without basis.

Did you spread these stories? DeWitt? To cover up the rebellion that happened in Chaosheng Castle? The protection of the Gaia Church allows you to relax and consider the aftermath? Ingrid is dead, and the next one is you. He must be alerted to the Bay Earl, the problem is that he has lost his trace. It is not easy to stop the astrologer from peeping, and the astrologer comes from the tower. This instead teaches him to lock in the range.

Maybe Dewet was in Lighthouse Town, and he didn't leave at all. He was standing in the newly built study in Chaosheng Castle and mocking me for my journey. His Excellency Shania Ravenus was enough to ensure his safety and his defense was more perfect than Lind Punabag. Perhaps professional assassins could capture the opportunity. Dalton had very little experience in assassination, so he could only wait patiently for the opportunity, just like before heading to Graywinged Bird Island...

...But he chose to return to the capital with Uriel.

The Lord Witch of Destiny changed my destiny, Dalton thought, this was not within my plan. To be honest, he had almost no plans. Before Ingrid appeared, his life was not planned by himself. The Count was responsible for giving orders and Dalton was responsible for executing it. His spare time was spent practicing martial arts, studying magical texts, and forgetting memories about the Horn of Darkness. He lived like a human, following the laws of the human kingdom. All this disappeared and would not come back. He was still Dalton Shadow Tooth Nassanel, the night elf from the underground kingdom.

Uriel pushed the door open and entered. "You're about to boil the water." He blamed.

"Ms. Manai was not found?" Dalton asked back, watching him deal with the stove and kettle. Aiken was disturbed by noise, and the light spot disappeared with his movements. The baby cried with his mouth.

"I only found the Archbishop. Now he confesses alone in the cemetery of the monastery." The meaning of it is self-evident. Dalton knew that Roma and Ulier had worked hard to find Aiken, but in the end they were unable to reunite their mother and son. Fate was always unexpected.

The ring Soren flew in the air to attract Aiken's attention and finally taught him to calm down. "The old guy died long ago, and wanted to write off his mistake and take it to hell."

"Dead?" Dalton frowned.

"Even the funeral is over, it is probably before the Gulf War. The Silent School claimed that he had been ill due to overwork and died unfortunately because of the disaster of Six Finger Fort. Sauron told him, "If you ask me, it should be that he will be alive that overwork will be ill due to overwork and will be ill due to overwork and"

"What's going on? School wizards are trying to silence? The church scandal is leaked?"

"Not yet," Uriel said, "That's what I'm about to do."

If it were Dalton, it wouldn't be so simple. Ask DeWitt and Ingrid, they must have had a very deep understanding of the standards of revenge for the Night Elves. However, the Archbishop was almost the culprit, and he didn't know who else Uriel could take revenge to. After all, I still have a goal, and Dalton was a little lucky.

But the other party's actions still shocked him. "Uriel cut off the head of the body." Soren told him, "Feed him to the crow in the cemetery."
Chapter completed!