"Heath, wait for me!"

Hu Di really couldn't keep up with the girl's speed anymore, and stopped panting.

He looked up, and the girl was left with a vague shadow in the darkness because he had lost his glasses earlier, and it seemed to be an empty hall, where the moonlight poured in obliquely through the tall rose arched windows on all sides, and fell on the rows of gray tables and chairs.

Hearing his words, the girl stopped in front of her.

She moved her pointed ears slightly, turned around, and said softly, "Bear with me a little longer, Hu Di, we're almost there." ”

Hu Di gasped and nodded, and tightened the sword in his hand: "Yes, it's still a little bit, I can still work harder." ”

The girl smiled slightly: "Thank you, Hu Di, soon we will be together forever." ”

"Heath, I'm ......"

"Needless to say, I get it. I know you're forced to be with them. ”

Hu Di's nose was sour, and he couldn't help but turn his head away when he opened his mouth wide. He finally couldn't hold back his crying, looked at the girl with red eyes and said, "Heath, I thought you were ......"

In the darkness, the girl smiled mysteriously.

She whispered to him, "Aren't I okay?" ”

Behind the girl is the towering inner wall of Horstins Cathedral, where an icon of Olli originally stands, but since it was converted into Hollitt's schoolhouse, the icon has long since been moved to the church of Al Pahin.

As for the originally bare walls there, two blood-colored drapes hung down at this moment.

In the center of the drape, a huge coat of arms, on which is a silver character 'Thlli' - a script older than the history of the kingdom itself - the flim script, from the heritage of the giants.

Beneath it was a coiled serpent with its white fangs.

Thirty years ago, this symbol was widely circulated in Dorifin, and throughout Elpahim.

But to this day, no one knows about it—

After the girl said this, she glanced at Hu Di silently, and then turned and walked into the darkness.

The two men left the hall one after the other, and the surroundings fell silent again.

In the dark and quiet hall, it is like the moonlight like water on this night.

The light sprinkled on the rows of benches, reflecting a silvery white, and the ground was scattered with flower petals, as if time was frozen in the celebration that had just passed thirty years ago.

And decades of time have been circulating here day after day.

The moon rises and the moon sets, and it never changes.

In the darkness, there was silence for some time, and then suddenly there was a soft 'squeak-' - as if the aging door shaft, which had not been oiled for many years, was now pushed away by a sneaky hand.

Behind that was a short, little fat man.

He was leaning his neck up and down, looking up and down, left and right, in the hall behind the door.

The Paparral man, still holding a fluorescent gem in his hand, attached to a roll of parchment, frowned, and muttered to himself:

"That woman must have given me a fake, right?"

"I must expose her in front of the alchemist."

He had just said a few words, and suddenly he cautiously closed his mouth, and at the same time the thief tucked the jewel into his waist bag and closed the lid so that not a trace of light could leak out.

Then he carefully rolled up the parchment, crept back, and halfway back the door, leaving only one dark eye to look behind.

There was no sound during the whole process.

It was only after a while that Paparal heard footsteps coming from far and near. He hid behind the door and saw a group of guys in black robes hurrying towards him from a distance.

And those dragon worshippers didn't seem to realize that there was someone nearby, and they were still talking in a low voice: "How is it, have you found any traces of that kid?" ”

One of them wiped his hand on the corner of the table, picked it up and looked at it: "It's bloodstains, we can't be wrong to chase them all the way." ”

"This guy can really run, but the basement in front of him is a dead end, and he will hide in this kind of place when he is dizzy."

"Be careful, don't forget what kind of place this is, no one can say what happened thirty years ago, I always think that kid knows something."

"Catch him first."

The Cultists paused in the hall for only a moment, and then chased in the direction Hu Di had left before.

However, the Paparal man naturally did not understand what these people were doing, and he waited until the voices of these people were far away, and then carefully pushed the door open and came out.

"Hmm, the words of the ancestors, the twenty-third level of the magic guide, this place is really not fun." Parker closed the door with his backhand, observing his surroundings as he muttered to himself, but he had barely taken a step out when a hand reached out and pulled him back.

The Paparal was so frightened that he was about to scream on the spot, but the owner of the hand seemed to have expected it, and covered his mouth.

"Woooooo The Paparal struggled to his feet, and with great difficulty twisted his neck to look, only to see a face that could not have been more serious.

But it was a face he knew.

Knight Dikter.

Dickett saw that he recognized himself, and then let go of his hand. "Is that you?" Parker whispered in surprise, "Zombie-faced knight, Luo Yu's cousin, where did you go before, why are you in this place?" ”

Dickett gestured to him in silence, then gestured in the direction of the hall.

Parker turned around, only to see two more cultists walking back in the darkness in that direction, and they went back to the hall to look around to make sure that no one was following them, and then left the place without looking back.

Parker's eyes widened in surprise when he saw this: "How did you find out about them, even I didn't notice?" It's strange that your scouting skills aren't as good as mine. ”

Dictor shook his head, and only replied lightly, "Because I know them better than you." ”

"Ah, that's right," Parker nodded as a matter of course, "You're a knight of Marland, and you're jealous and hateful, so you're naturally at odds with these sneaky guys." But I heard you weren't in that little country place all the time, oh, I see—before the Thirteen Years' War, right? ”

Dickett looked at the guy with a frown.

He knew that Paparals were generally talkative, but it was rare for them to feel good enough about themselves.

"Don't mind," Parker said, spreading his hands, "I'm guessing the riddle accurately, I once had a guess with a brass dragon in Sanshak, guess what?" In the end, she was so angry that she tried to kick me out of her cave, and she turned her face and denied that she had to pay for my gambling money, but I had expected such a thing, and took away one of her beautiful swords beforehand. ”

"I've always had that sword with me, I'll show you." He lowered his head and touched left and right for a while, then patted his head in frustration: "Oh, I forgot, that sword was stolen by some damn blind thief at Traveler's Rest, and I curse him not to think about good luck again in his life." ”

He was complaining when a voice came from the side.

"But if I'm not mistaken, you said last time you won the dagger at the Nightingale Contest, Mr. Parker."

"How do you know?" Parker was stunned for a moment, only to realize that it was not Dictor who was speaking, and when he looked back, it was Momiji who had walked out from behind the door he had entered.

"Ah, that's another sword." Paparal replied without changing his face.

"Then your experience is legendary." Momiji obviously didn't believe it, looked at Dickett curiously, and also asked, "Mr. Dickett, why are you here?" ”

But the knight only waved his hand at the two.

"You want to know what's going on in this place?" He looked at the two of them and suddenly asked.

Momiji and Parker glanced at each other.

"Do you know what, Mr. Dickert?" Momiji asked.

Compared to her, the Paparal's problem is much more severe: "I want to know where that underground vault is more than this, and I've been looking for it, and I think it's probably under the kitchen." But I couldn't find any place where the kitchen was, and it was weird enough. ”

However, Dickett directly ignored the latter, he glanced at Momiji, and replied lightly, "Follow me." ”

As he spoke, he walked in the direction in which the previous Dragon-worshippers had disappeared.

Momiji was stunned when he saw this, and hurriedly followed.

Parker hesitated, he looked at the sheepskin scroll in his hand, then at Momiji and Diktor, hesitated, and finally trotted all the way to catch up.

"Wait for me, maybe the basement and the underground vault are the same place!?"

……

Fang Yu couldn't help but sneeze.

He didn't know if it was because the dust in the room smelled too strong, or if someone was cursing him behind it. Speaking of friends, since he came to Aitalia, he has inexplicably made a lot of enemies.

First the Silver Wing, then the Jeffrey Redcoats of the Flor Descendants, then the Big Sister Head and the Dragonfire Guild, the Guta people in the Artisan League, and now the Dragon-worshippers.

It's not impossible that someone is going to curse him.

After all, he and Mia had made a mess of the Spear of the Silver Forest and the Redcoats, and I heard that the two guilds were still fighting over the 'octopus' in the forest in the Tarun Basin.

And on the side of the Dragon Fire Guild, he only met with that 'big sister' three times, and he killed the other party directly and indirectly twice.

Let's not talk about the players in the Knight Kingdom of Guta, he is still confused, and he inexplicably 'snatched love' from others to win the qualifying place.

Speaking of which, except for the 'eldest sister's time, the rest has nothing to do with him at all, God knows how it got to the way it is now.

Fang Yu felt speechless for a while when he thought about it.

However, the matter of the dragon worshippers was his active choice at the moment. Not to mention that there may be something to do with Miss Atira's younger brother behind this, as a companion of an adventure party, it is equivalent to his business.

And coupled with what he had seen and heard in this illusion, it was difficult for him to agree with the other party's approach, whether it was what happened to Heath or the living sacrifices he had seen before.

But it strengthened his thoughts.

He closed the door with his backhand—

There was a faint smell of dust in the room behind the wooden door, and although it was also pitch black, he could barely feel that it seemed to be a utility room.

The room wasn't big, it looked like a corridor was used as a place to put miscellaneous items, and Fang Yu didn't know if Heath had also entered this room, but it was obviously only this door.

Theoretically wouldn't go anywhere else either.

He groped his way forward, but suddenly stopped. In the darkness that he couldn't see, his sense of hearing seemed to become more and more acute, and he faintly heard a conversation coming from somewhere next door.

“…… Don't look for it, in vain, there's nothing in this place. ”

"But the Bishop said that it should be in this place, did we find the wrong room?"

"No kidding, I've seen it, this is the dean's office, and there's a handwritten letter from Master Manlow, look at these materials and documents."

"But what about the little girl's mark?"

"God knows, why don't you ask Lord Raven?"

"Okay."

Fang Yu walked in the direction of the source of the sound, and soon found that he had found the right direction, because the sound of conversation in that direction was becoming more and more clear, and then he heard the sound of the door opening, and hurriedly avoided it in fright.

But to his surprise, the footsteps did not come this way, but faded away. He paused for a moment before he reacted, thinking that there was another direction in the corridor.

He could barely guess that the two people talking in the room must be the Dragon Worshippers, because there would be no one else in this place but them.

And he also drew another conclusion from the conversation: the room not far away seemed to have used to be the office of the dean, and listening to the tone of the two men, the other seemed to be looking for something here, but found nothing.

When Fang Yu heard this, his heart was actually excited.

Although the other party did not find what he was looking for here, it does not mean that this place does not mean anything to him. On the contrary, what he really wanted was not a mark, but the truth of what had happened to Dorifin thirty years ago.

He vaguely felt that behind that was the final answer to this illusion.

What's more, the mark that the other party is looking for may be in his hand. After all, they had already obtained two marks, the Zealot's Sacrifice Mark and the Loyatic's Martyrdom Mark, unless there was a third mark in this place, which was basically the same.

Fang Yu felt that this place should not be so frustrated, as soon as it came out, it was ten or eight marks or something, which was completely inconsistent with his speculation and cognition.

He stood quietly in the darkness and waited for a while, estimating that after the two of them had gone away, he slowly walked out of the clutter, remembered the distance of the footsteps he had heard before, groped his way to that place, and searched in front of him with his hand for a moment before finding the shape of the doorknob.

Then twist it firmly.

With a creak, the door opened softly.

He looked up, only to see that behind it was a somewhat luxurious office, no worse than the one he had seen in the town hall.

It is also a floor-to-ceiling window, and the thick curtains hang down to the ground, but the curtains themselves are opened, and the moonlight outside flows into the office like water, and the light is bright, almost delicate.

In front of it was a desk, piled high with documents and documents, as if it had been turned over not long ago, and it looked like a mess.

And he was about to walk over and look at what was up there.

It was at this time that he suddenly heard a soft sound from the lock spring behind him - someone opened the door! Fang Yu only felt his hair stand on end, he had seen with his own eyes how high the rank of the Dragon Worship Cultist was.

If the two of them had returned just now, he would probably have hung up in this place.

……