deceased

The news that the Necromancer attacked the Temple of Light quickly spread.Almost the entire city of Nier was discussing the reckless necromancer who ate the courage of the ambitious leopard, and they were rejoicing that the God of Light finally defeated him.

"Necromancers are the most evil people in this world. They even skin children alive, just to taste a fresh heart."

"My God! It's so horrible!"

"Fortunately, Neil City has the Pope in charge, it is so lucky!"

"I heard that not long ago, the Pope led the God of Light to purify the group of evil mages. The necromancer must have come to take revenge. But he is really overconfident. The Pope is the messenger of the goddess in the Dreamland, the dream The most honorable person in the mainland, even the king bows down to him, who else can resist him?"

Others echoed, "No, no, no."

This is a small dining hall of a small hotel, with only four tables.During busy times like dinner, guests have to share a table.But most of the residents like this, because they always have the opportunity to meet more people and find out more news.

Like now, a self-proclaimed troubadour talks about it and improvises it into a tune.He took out a small harp that was only about the length of an arm, with only seven strings on it, which was completely incomparable with the large harp that was almost as tall as a person's head used by noble ladies.But when he plucked the strings, everyone was intoxicated.

"Slender lover, where are you taking me?

Do you know that I am old and my hair is graying like frost.

I can no longer follow your windy footsteps,

I can't smell your fragrance anymore.

I will die, but you will still be a young girl.

I don't want to close my eyes and let you see the filth of the world alone.

I don't want to let go of my hand and let you wander alone in this lonely continent.

let's go.

Looking for the last pure land.

let's go.

With unchanging faith.

Ah!

is it here?

Look, the sky-high light that looks up.

is it here?

Hear, holy chant all around.

When the necromancer strikes, we don't have to be afraid,

Here is a benevolent pope.

When evil darkness falls, we need not fear,

Here is bathed in the glory of the goddess.

Here it is, my girl.

I can let go of my hand, close my eyes, and burn the last passion of life with your love. "

The small hotel was intoxicated, as if following the low and brisk music of the troubadour, he had arrived at a place bathed in immense light.No one noticed that a young man who was sitting against the wall stood up, took out the meal from his pocket and put it on the boss's counter, then pulled the cloak on his body and hurried out.

It was the time when every household closed their doors to eat, but the street was a little cold.From time to time, there were shouts and shouts from both sides of the street, but after a while, there would be cheerful laughter.

There is joy everywhere.

At this moment, it's a happy city.

But, that's just for most people.The world will never reach an agreement, as if every good thing will always be opposed by someone, and every bad thing will always be followed willingly.When most people are happy, there is always a small number of people who are immersed in grief, annoyance or anger.

The young man who had just come out of a small hotel was obviously one of them.

His footsteps are heavy, like the old man who can hardly keep up with the young girl's footsteps in the bard's mouth.But his goal was very clear, and he walked straight towards the end of the street, the palace that was taller and taller than the Santu Palace.

That palace is like a snow mountain built in the middle of the city.The whole body is white, and the highest point of the palace is a beautiful statue of God.Whenever it rains and snows, the people of the Shenhui will stand up and erect an enchantment for the statue to shield the goddess from the wind and rain.

But now, in this warm night, the statue of the goddess stood quietly above the palace, with a faint light lingering around her body.

The young man stopped not far away, glanced across the palace, and then landed on the open gate.

The gate of the palace of the God of Light is never closed.It symbolizes the attitude of the Goddess of Light to human beings, always accepting with open arms, and never giving up on any of her subjects.

The holy knight guarding the gate of the temple noticed his presence, walked over with his head held high and said, "Excuse me, is there anything I can help you with?"

The young man coughed dryly and said in a low voice, "I heard that a necromancer will be burned to death here. I'm curious, so I want to come and see."

The holy knight said: "That will not work until tomorrow night."

The young man said: "Why not execute it immediately?"

The holy knight replied with a good temper: "The pope invited the emissaries of the Banding Empire and Shamanliel to carry out this trial of the wicked. They will not arrive until tomorrow night."

The young man asked, "An envoy from the Banding Empire?"

The holy knight said: "Are you from the Banding Empire?"

The young man said: "No, I'm from Shamanlier. I just don't think the Banding Empire is as qualified to participate in this grand event as Shamanlier."

"This is not a grand event." The holy knight said, "When there are no necromancers in this world, it will be a truly grand event."

There are no necromancers in this world anymore?

An innocent face flashed in the young man's mind, and his heart tightened slightly. "What time will it be executed tomorrow?"

The holy knight said: "Eight o'clock in the evening."

The young man thanked him, turned around and followed the way he came back to the small hotel before.

The diners in the hotel still didn't leave, and the troubadours were singing about love, but this time the protagonists were a couple of men, and some drunk guests deliberately twisted their buttocks at the same sex, and let out strange laughter from their mouths.

The young man frowned and walked upstairs sideways.

A drunk suddenly rushed over, grabbed his arm, twisted his body and rubbed against his body.

A trace of disgust flashed in the young man's eyes, and he lightly supported the drunk man's waist with his grasped hand, pushing him away.Although the drunk man touched him for less than three seconds, these three seconds seemed to be branded into his senses.He immediately went to the bathroom to take a shower, and then took out a bottle of perfume from the interspatial bag - it was prepared for the dance.He sprayed himself three times and sneezed twice before driving the smell of the drunk out of his head.

The smell of sweat and alcohol mixed with the man's stout body made him involuntarily compare it with the thin yet soft body in his memory.

Also male, he can always make himself look as charming as a teenager.

Slender waist, delicate face, and quiet demeanor.

The young man found himself beginning to let people miss his time helplessly.Every night, he couldn't help but fall into such a strange circle, constantly recalling that person and the little things between them.What was even more frightening was that when he recalled more and more details, and when those details became clearer and clearer, his longing and longing for that person also became clear and uncontrollable.

Meanwhile, the scars of deception are slowly healing.

What do you want to do?

Hayden Nafist.

He pushed open the window.The location of this hotel is very good. Standing in the room, you can just see the goddess statue at the top of the Temple of Light.Even though it was so close and concrete, he had to stand here and speculate on that person's current state and mood.

I don't know if that person will speculate on him like this?

He leaned against the window and stared at the goddess in a daze. After a while, he closed the window and returned to the bed.

Tomorrow will be a long day, and he will have to recharge his batteries.

The purpose of the Pope's invitation to the envoys of Shamanliel and Banding Empire is very obvious, that is, to prove how important the existence of the God of Light is.After all, necromancers are almost public enemies in Dreamland.The reason why other countries did not aggressively attack Xiguimo before was because the necromancers did not take the initiative to attack them. They did not want to cause trouble, but when the necromancers walked out of Xiguimo and started attacking human cities, that was another matter.

He believed that the pope would definitely take the opportunity to increase the prestige of the Society of the God of Light, and even extend his hands deep into the Shamanlier and Banding empires again.

However, things don't always go according to people's wishes.

Even if he is the pope.