Thales understood.

Therefore, your relationship will never be better again.

"And as the price of 'fighting back', I was sent to the Sunset Temple."

"In name, it's etiquette and religious education, but in fact it's not," Heeley said with a sarcastic look on his face, "It's about exorcising evil spirits."

Thales looked up in surprise:

"Exorcism?"

"Yes, to get rid of the 'demon' in me," Hilley sneered, "Whether it's the four extra fingers or toes, or the fact that I was able to scream and beat my twin sisters to bleed when I was eight years old, so manic

Bad, dark and narrow character.”

Drive away evil spirits.

"I..." Thales hesitated, not knowing what to say.

But Hilley just shook his head and continued to sneer:

"And one of the ways to exorcise evil... you know, the priests believe that the flame is the ember of the setting sun, one of the graces of the sunset goddess in the world, so it is very effective against demons, sorcery, and unclean things.

Does it have any miraculous effect?"

"You know one thing, 'Appear in fire, disillusion in front of God'," Thales thought of something, and his expression suddenly changed, "Wait, flame? Exorcism? You?"

Hilley laughed sadly.

"Yes," she gently opened the gloves that reached up to her forearms, revealing the skin on her wrists, "the flame, and it is a silver holy fire that has been blessed."

Thales stared blankly at the skin on Xi Lai's wrist: it was uneven, of different shades, and had an ugly red color.

"After a period of training, they, um, the priests of the Sunset Temple have finally determined," Xi Lailai pulled up her gloves and said in a terrifyingly calm tone, "Maybe, maybe it's not the devil who is causing trouble. Of course, it's also possible that the devil is hiding too deep.

.”

The round-faced girl snorted, turned to Thales, and smiled with bright eyes:

"It's so deep that I can't cure it."

flame.

Exorcise evil spirits.

It can’t be cured...

As Thales listened to these words, he felt silent in his chest.

"How old were you when you were sent...?"

"Eight years old," Hilley said without changing his expression, as if he was telling someone else's story, "I just learned how to tie my skirt."

Eight years old.

Thales felt a throbbing pain in his heart.

"But, but your father is the Duke of South Bank..."

"So he must convince the public," Xi Lai said with a gloomy expression, "for the sake of the family and the Emerald City."

For the family, for the Emerald City.

Even if that is...his own daughter.

Thales only felt that his chest was getting heavier and heavier, so heavy that he couldn't breathe.

After a few seconds, Thales breathed out a sigh of relief.

"You know, when my uncle was still alive, he could only use a wheelchair," he no longer pretended to be relaxed, but said calmly, "Someone wanted to cure him in the past, but he said..."

Thales' eyes focus:

"Even without legs, he can stand up and become a complete person."

Xi Lai was silent for a while: "Your uncle sounds like a very powerful person."

"I don't know, I've never seen him."

"But you, Cecilia Cavendill," Thales said softly, "even if you have a few more fingers, you can still stand up and continue the prank of 'Huiana'? Right?"

Hilley was silent.

Thales took a deep breath:

"Hey, listen, they can't cure you because"

The girl suddenly interrupted him, her tone cold and angry:

"Because I'm not sick at all, so I don't need treatment?"

She sneered: "Please, I have heard hundreds of such comforting words since I was a child."

"No, they can't cure you," Thales denied, "It's because 'they', 'they' can't cure you."

"And you can? Great Miracle Physician Thales?" Hilley sarcastically said.

Thales looked at her silently and shook his head gently.

"In normal times, I might say some comforting clichés: No matter what fate gives us, it is a gift it bestows on us."

Thales raised his head and looked at the bustling streets of Emerald City.

"But I figured it out later," he said in a daze, with a dull expression, "Maybe, maybe they are not all gifts."

Hilley was a little surprised.

"That's right." She came back to her senses and looked at her hands with a sad look on her face, "They are not all gifts."

Thales took a deep breath.

"But they belong to us and only us, and have nothing to do with 'them' or anyone else."

At that moment, Thales' eyes were firm:

"Only for us."

Xi Lai looked at him dimly and said nothing.

The next second, Thales followed the path in his memory and turned a corner and stopped.

They have arrived.

In the alley ahead of them, their target, Slimani, left them with an awkward figure behind him.

The defense attorney was holding on to the wall and limping forward.

The time is just right.

Thales raised the corners of his mouth, looked at each other and nodded.

But just before Thales was about to speak, another voice sounded from in front of Slimani on the other side:

"Slimani, great advocate, right? You can give us a good meal."

Thales' complexion changed, and he quickly grabbed Xi Lai and hid in the pile of debris nearby.

"You, you..."

Srimani's tone was panicked at first, but he quickly calmed down:

"You want money, right? Ah, I know, according to the laws of the Emerald City, you are not robbing or extorting, you are just, um, just collecting some 'tolls'. I know that this area belongs to Sanggar Detonator, and I understand the rules.

Here it is…”

"This has nothing to do with money, and it has nothing to do with the Blood Bottle Gang," but the person blocking the road disappointed him, "It's only about you, Mr. Slimani."

Thales frowned and instantly entered the senses of hell:

There are three people in front of Slimani, each of them is armed, and... possesses the power of termination.

Maybe the Final Swordsman.

"Unregistered military swords are not allowed in the Emerald City...Whose people are you?" Slimani tried his best to maintain his composure.

Military sword.

Thales and Hilley looked at each other.

Oops.

It seems that the visitor is not good-natured.

"I heard that you went to the barber shop and inquired about some things that you shouldn't inquire about," the swordsman blocking the way sneered, "Now, defense attorney, can you please come with me?"

"I, I, I..."

Slimani realized something, and he quickly pulled out the amulet: "Actually, I still have a case to deal with. The Security Hall and the Trial Hall, uh, especially Grand Inquisitor Brennan, are waiting for my reply within today.

letter……"

"About the dead wool merchant, right?" Another swordsman interrupted him coldly.

Wool merchant Diop.
To be continued...