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On the night of March, although the wind was not strong, it was a little cold. He Taiping drank a few more glasses and was blown by the cold wind. The smell of alcohol suddenly turned into drunkenness. Before he knew it, he had walked back to the searched brothel. Because he was afraid of being implicated, the nearby residents avoided it, making the small building look particularly cold at night.

However, at this moment, in the open space in front of the brothel, there was a small figure kneeling on the bluestone slab. Judging from the bouquet of flowers placed in front of her, the night walker seemed to be commemorating the dead relatives according to the traditional ritual of Campas...

He noticed the footsteps here, and the figure who was closing his eyes and praying slowly stood up and looked at this side in a hunch. The moment He Taiping saw her face, he couldn't help but cry out: "Vivian? Why are you here...wait, how did you come out?"

With a sweet smile, Vivian fell back to the incense again and continued her prayer. If she was an ordinary person, she might think that this smile was a manifestation of obedience, but He Taiping knew very well that unlike his kind smile, Ying's ridiculous smile often symbolizes closure, rejection and rejection.

"If you understand, then don't ask!" He Taiping sighed. In fact, after thinking for a moment, he could guess how Vivian left the inn. In fact, with her harmless appearance and pitiful expression, as long as humans with compassion would surrender within a moment, and the ordinary soldiers guarding the inn were no exception.

"It's like this when I was eight years old. If there are eight years later..." He sighed softly, and He Taiping rubbed his chin and couldn't help but feel a little evil in his eyes. But the little girl who was kneeling on her knees was not alarmed. She still closed her hands persistently and silently prayed to the dew-filled flowers.

He Taiping held his hair with some distress. He stood and watched for a long time, and finally sat cross-legged beside her. Looking at Vivian's miserable expression and thin back, even though he had made up his mind not to take it in, he was slightly shaken. But the man immersed in emotion and intoxication did not notice the shadow of Vivian throwing into the ground - a blurred silk thread was split into a faint figure, and quietly sneaked into his vest...

"Maybe, I should give her a chance?" A few minutes later, He Taiping suddenly had this kind of thought that even he was surprised. Once this thought appeared, it would be as uncontrollable as a volcano eruption. Immersed in this strange emotion, he felt his heart becoming more and more irritable, and finally couldn't help but punch and said, "Okay, then give it a try!"

Vivian just glanced at his strange behavior and silently prayed to the flowers again. The man watching was silent for a long time, and finally hesitated to put his hand on her shoulder and asked in a low voice: "So, are you praying for your mother? Yes, you should miss her very much!"

Vivian stopped praying, turned his head slightly, and showed a sweet smile to the other party - obviously, this was another rejection. Looking at the lifeless smiling face, He Taiping suddenly felt a little irritable. After hesitating for a moment, he simply picked her up and placed it on his knees. It was not until this time that the struggling little girl showed a little anger and anxiety.

"Did you see those stars?" He Taiping raised his hand and pointed at the night sky from afar, "Do you know? It is said that after people die, they will become stars in the sky, and your mother must be one of them!"

Vivian temporarily stopped struggling and looked at the other person in confusion. He Taiping touched her hair and said softly, "Although you can't see the stars every day, they really exist and will always exist... Just like your mother, although she is not by your side, she must also be watching you somewhere, and always look at you!"

Even though she was far more mature than the eight-year-old child, the young Vivian could not understand these literary words. She was silent and began to bite her finger in confusion. After a long time, she hesitated and said a few words: "Stars are mothers?"

"That's right, that's it!" He Taiping nodded, grabbed a handful of sand, and watched it slip through his fingers, "Vivian, so you must live a happy and happy life! Only in this way can you smile with peace of mind when watching your mother in the night sky! Do you understand if I say this?"

Looking at Xingxing in a daze, Vivian seemed to have no understanding of his persuasion at all. But after a long time, she finally nodded and showed a sweet smile...

"Is this still the same smile?" He Taiping sighed and began to feel that he was very failed. As he had just imagined in his heart - if Vivian responded to his words, then take her in; if she still had the smile that kept people from thousands of miles away, then she could only say that she could not help.

"Sorry, I have tried my best." Say sorry to the object that did not exist at all. He Taiping gently picked up Vivian and planned to put her back on the ground. However, at this moment, he suddenly heard the little girl speak gently and confide in a subtle voice: "I miss my mother, I really want to..."

The sound was very light and almost inaudible, but it was the first time Vivian revealed her feelings to someone. He Taiping was slightly stunned, hesitantly put her back on his legs, and gently held it in his arms. A few seconds later, a low sob sound came from his chest and quickly turned into choking and wailing.

Under the moonlight, the trembling Vivian cried so sadly, as if she was about to vent her sadness and grievances over the past few years. He Taiping gently stroked her long hair, suddenly looked up at the starry sky, trying to suppress the bitterness in the corners of her eyes. After a long time, the man suddenly couldn't help but spat again and cursed fiercely: "Damn!"

After half an hour, he rode the man who summoned the silver wolf and slowly returned to the inn. Although there was not much noise, Mu, Drizzt and others who were still waiting came out of the lobby as soon as possible. Xingkong yawned and yelled habitually: "Boss, you are back too late, I want to have a midnight snack..."

"Shh!" He Taiping made a ban on his voice and pointed at his chest. It was not until this time that everyone noticed in surprise that Vivian, who was still with tears in his arms, was holding the white robe and sleeping heavily. But what was interesting was that although there were still tears on his face, there was a faint smile on the girl's lips...

"It turns out that Vivian is with you. I thought she had sneaked away!" Mu covered her mouth gently and whispered, "I'll help you take her back. There are still several couples who want to come to see her tomorrow and then talk about adoption!"

"Adoption?" He Taiping frowned slightly, looked at the sleeping little girl, shook her head slowly, "No need, let those people go back!"

"What, do you think it's troublesome?" Mu Wei frowned, a little confused - those couples were carefully selected after checking a lot of information. "Well, even if you don't plan to take her in, you have to find a good home for her."

"I know!" He Taiping nodded slowly. After gently wiping away the tears for Vivian, he replied softly, "So I plan to take her in person! Vivian? He, is anyone opposed to this name?"

While Vivian was taken in, Pope Nicholas of the Holy City Condes also received two letters from Constantine. After dismantling the letters from Louis III and Feng Wu, the eight-year-old boy frowned slightly and leaned on the golden seat with some worries. After a while, he took out a lollipop from his robe, stuffed it into his mouth openly, and began to close his eyes and suck it gently...

The dozen senior members of the Holy See who were present seemed to have become accustomed to his naive performance, and even a slightly shocked expression was not revealed. Nicholas leaned on a seat that was not commensurate with his body shape, licking the lollipop with interest, but muttered softly: "That man actually has the sacred fighting spirit? Then Louis was right. He should be related to the Holy See, but there seems to be no record of the knight defection in recent years... I'm so worried. If you continue thinking like this, you have to buy a new lollipop!"

There is no doubt that the Pope used lollipops as a tool for thinking. Thanks to this "tool" that seemed to help intellectual development, he suddenly trembled slightly after a few minutes and quickly opened his eyes. At this moment, the child's tenderness disappeared from his face without a trace, replaced by a solemn and pressure. When he noticed this, the dozen senior members of the Holy See who were originally leaning on the seat stood up and waited for his orders.

"If I remember correctly, when we attacked the City of the Undead, a God-Selected Warrior disappeared." Nicholas slowly swept over everyone present and suddenly stopped his eyes on an old man with purple robe. "Bishop Lind, have we found this God-Selected Warrior?"

"Sorry, although a large-scale search was carried out near the City of the Undead, we did not find him." The old man known as Linde whispered slightly, "In fact, I suspect that he has been captured by City of the Undead, and even transformed into a puppet... Pope, do you mean that the black armored man is our God-Choose Warrior?"

While he made this inference, more than a dozen members of the Holy See present nodded and whispered a few words. If the whole story was like this, everything would be reasonable. The City of the Undead used the magic of the undead to transform the God-Selected Warriors into puppets and used him to attack the Palace of Campas, which was obviously a revenge on the Holy See.

"I do have such a guess. However, as far as I know, puppet technique can make people lose their minds, and the black-armored man seemed to have had a simple conversation with people..." Nicholas raised his hand gently, suppressing some of the turtle in the hall, and then began to suck the lollipop again. A few minutes later, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the old man in purple robe before and said, "Linde, check the underground temple immediately for me... I mean, everything must be carefully examined, including that!"

His tone was not to resist, so even if Linde was puzzled, he immediately hurried away with several old men. The rest of the Holy See looked at each other, confused by the order, and Nicholas seemed to have no interest in explaining it, but just frowned tightly and said in a deep voice: "Everyone, I hope I guessed it was wrong, but if I guessed it, I'm afraid we would have more trouble..."

This sentence immediately caused even greater noise, and most of the dozen people present stood up. Nicholas did not stop them, but still leaned quietly on his seat. More than ten minutes later, Lind hurried back to the hall with several old men. His face turned pale, and before he could get close, he whispered: "Pope, you... you have been called!"
Chapter completed!