【Dear Prophet!

First of all, please allow your most loyal subordinate Habalon to express his respect to you.

Secondly, I have another very sad piece of information to report to you. I write these words with extremely sad emotions:

Lord Turs passed away.

This is a sad thing that makes us all sad. I didn't want to believe it at first.

I once had a dispute with the friend who informed me of the news, and almost punched him.

Lord Turs has been looking for me since a long time ago, willing to listen to my troubles and complaints, and give me advice.

He is like a kind elder to me. Although I have never seen my father, I feel that Lord Turs is like my father.

Lord Turs even tried to match me up with the widow of a comrade-in-arms. Although it failed in the end and she decided to raise the child alone, I am still happy.

I don't want to admit that such a kind-hearted man could pass away due to illness. I really don't want to admit it.

But in the end, I went to the central square to attend the farewell ceremony of Lord Tours and presented him with a bouquet of flowers.

Lord Turs's face did not look painful. He was lying quietly in the coffin as if he was asleep, with a smile on his lips.

It seemed to be a happy smile. I had only seen it on Lord Turs's face when he talked about his daughter. Maybe...

Please allow me to say such inappropriate words, but I really feel that maybe Lord Turs saw his daughter at the last moment and they were finally reunited.

I believe that he must have felt no pain in his last moments.

Today, under the witness of Her Majesty Alice, we bid farewell to Lord Tours' body, cremated him according to his last wish, and then scattered his ashes in the lake in his hometown.

We said goodbye to him once and for all.

But please rest assured that although we have lost an elder, we will not stop moving forward.

Rather, we will continue to move forward, even if it is for you and him.

Lord Prophet, we miss you very much.

We know that you must be busy with some very important things right now. Although we can't interfere, we sincerely hope that you can pay more attention to your body.

Please come back safely!

Finally, I have a somewhat presumptuous request.

If you know this, please don't miss Lord Turs' soul.

Please show mercy and continue to lead his soul to a peaceful place.

Your loyal warrior, Habalon once again pays tribute to you.】

Stopping his pen in front of the candlelight, the one-armed Habalon sighed and put down his pen, putting the finished letter aside to dry.

After ten years of repeated practice, his handwriting has become much better than before. If you don't look carefully, it will even look very neat.

Under constant guidance, Habalon also learned how to use formal written language and was able to write some simple letters.

Among those who accepted Tours, there were many former illiterate or semi-literate people like him who could only write their own names.

They learned to read and write, which only nobles and businessmen could once do, and some of them were even able to learn some vocabulary.

Habalon has always been very pleased that it was fortunate that he lost his left hand instead of his right hand. Otherwise, it would have been too bad to have to practice left-hand calligraphy from scratch.

Learning it once is already very painful, but not having to experience it a second time is really a blessing among misfortunes.

Sighing, Habalon skillfully put the letter into the envelope with one arm and sealed it. He used the wooden hook of his left hand to insert the groove into the drawer and opened the drawer. He put the newly written letter into a pile of similar envelopes.

Habalon wrote many, many envelopes like this one.

However, all these letters are kept here and have not been given to the Prophet.

It's not that he is shy, he is not a slender man who can feel such emotions. He has always expressed his admiration directly to the Prophet.

There is only one reason why Habalon did not send these out...

The prophet has not appeared for a long time.

Getting up from the desk, Habalon looked out the window at the dark night sky.

After returning from the noble city, the prophet did not appear in the prophet association again, and he did not know where he went.

He didn't take any guards with him, so he left alone.

"Lord Prophet, where have you been?"

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【Dear Prophet!

Your most loyal subordinate Habalon once again pays tribute to you.

I am writing to you this time to ask for your help.

Alice has not appeared in front of us for a long time. She seems to feel guilty for Lord Turs's departure and has always been at the highest level of the tower.

We have never blamed Your Majesty. Everyone knows that this is inevitable, but Your Majesty alone cannot accept it.

In order for Her Majesty Alice to understand our thoughts, we spontaneously organized three large-scale prayer meetings, hoping to convey our emotions to her.

Frankly speaking, our attempts did not achieve satisfactory results, and Your Majesty did not reply to us.

And just three days ago, all the residents of Sky City felt extremely violent jolts and severe weightlessness... Although I am very reluctant to admit it, I still want to tell you——

The city in the sky has landed.

To be more precise, it should have fallen.

Fortunately, with Alice's protection, this accident did not cause any casualties. No one was injured except for the shock.

Our location seems to be on an island, surrounded by the ocean.

Thanks to Alice's protection, we did not fall directly into the sea.

Our soldiers have seen a lot and have now begun hunting on the islands. Some brothers who used to live by the water have also begun to prepare to catch fish, which should be able to maintain the supply of supplies.

Please don't worry about us, we will not be stopped by such difficulties.

Moreover, there is something very unusual.

It's summer now, and the isolated island we landed on is all plants from hot areas, but just this morning, the weather suddenly changed.

It's snowing.

Although the temperature has not dropped very much yet, there will probably be a bigger problem soon. We gave most of the clothes to women and children.

Lord Prophet, I don’t know what the situation is like over there. Please take care of yourself...]

"Please be sure... cough cough cough."

The black blood coughed out of his mouth splashed onto the paper, making the writing behind it blurry.

Raising his hand to wipe the corners of his mouth, Habalon looked up at the ruins gradually covered with snow, and wrote his last words tremblingly.

"Please come back safely."
Chapter completed!