"Shizu, wait for me!"

Hu Di could no longer keep up with the girl's speed and stopped panting.

He raised his head. Because he had lost his glasses earlier, there was only a blurry shadow of the girl in his eyes in the darkness. It seemed to be an empty hall, with moonlight pouring in from the tall rose arch windows on all sides.

On top of rows of dusty tables and chairs.

Hearing his words, the girl stopped in front.

She moved her pointed ears slightly, turned around, and said softly: "Can you bear with me a little longer, Hu Di, we are almost there."

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

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

"Xisi, I..."

"No need to say it, I understand everything. I know that you have no choice but to be with them."

Hu Di's nose felt sour, his mouth opened wide and he couldn't help but turn his head away. He finally managed not to cry, and looked at the girl with red eyes and said: "Xisi, I thought you..."

In the darkness, the girl smiled mysteriously.

She spoke to him softly: "Aren't I okay?"

Behind the girl is the towering inner wall of Hostings Cathedral. There was originally a statue of Ori there, but since it was converted into the Howlett school building, the statue has long been moved to the sanctuary of Elpaxin.

middle.

As for the originally bare wall there, there were now two blood-colored hanging curtains hanging down.

In the center of the hanging curtain is a huge shield-shaped emblem, with a silver character 'thlli' on it, a script in Rim script that is older than the history of the kingdom itself, and comes from the inheritance of giants.

Under it is a coiled poisonous snake, showing its snow-white fangs.

Thirty years ago, this symbol was widely circulated in Dolifen and even throughout Elpaxin.

But to this day, no one knows

After the girl finished saying this, she glanced at Hu Di silently before turning around and walking into the darkness.

The two people left the hall one after another, and the surroundings fell silent again.

The dark and quiet hall was like the moonlight shining like water this night.

The light shines on the rows of benches, reflecting a silvery white color, and there are flower petals scattered on the ground, as if time is frozen in time at the celebration that just passed thirty years ago.

And decades of time flow here day after day.

The moon rises and the moon sets, unchanged.

In the darkness, there was silence for an unknown amount of time, and then suddenly there was another soft "squeak" sound, as if the aging door hinge that had not been oiled for many years was being pushed open by a sneaky hand.

Behind that was a short, fat man.

He was raising his short neck with great effort, looking up and down, left and right, at the appearance of the hall behind the door.

The Papalar man also held a fluorescent gemstone in his hand, which was attached to a roll of parchment. He frowned and muttered to himself:

"Could what that woman gave me be a fake?"

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

He just said a few words and suddenly closed his mouth cautiously. At the same time, he stuffed the gem into his pocket and closed the lid to prevent any light from leaking out.

Then he carefully rolled up the parchment, tiptoed back, and half-closed the door, leaving only one dark eye watching behind.

There was no sound at all during the whole process.

After a while, Papalar heard the sound of footsteps coming from far and near. He hid behind the door and saw a group of guys in black robes hurriedly walking over from a distance.

The Dragon Worshipers didn't seem to realize that there was someone nearby, and they were still chatting in low voices: "How is it, have you found any trace of that kid?"

One of them wiped the corner of the table with his hand, picked it up and looked at it: "It's blood stains. We must have chased it all the way."

"This guy can really run, but the basement in front is a dead end. He only hid in a place like this because he was dizzy."

"Be careful and don't forget where this place is. No one can tell what happened thirty years ago. I always feel that that kid knows something."

"Catch him first and then talk about it."

The Dragon Worshipers only stopped in the hall for a moment, and then chased after Hu Di in the direction he left.

However, the Papalar man naturally did not understand what these people were up to. He waited until the voices of these people were far away before carefully opening the door and getting out.

"Well, the language of the ancestors, a twenty-three-level magic weapon, this place is really not fun." Parker closed the door with his backhand, while observing the surrounding environment to himself, but he had just taken a step out, and something happened next to him.

He stretched out a hand and pulled him back.

The Papalar man 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.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" The Papalar man struggled, and finally turned his neck to look, but what he saw was a face that couldn't be more serious.

But it was a face he recognized.

Knight Dicket.

Seeing that he recognized him, Dict let go of his hand. "Is it you?" Parker whispered in surprise: "Zombie-faced knight, cousin of that boy Luo Yu, where have you been before? Why are you here?

this place?"

Dickert made a silent gesture to him, and then pointed in the direction of the hall.

Parker turned around and saw two cultists walking back in the darkness in that direction. They returned to the hall and looked around to make sure no one was following them, and then left the place without looking back.

.

Parker couldn't help but widen his eyes in surprise when he saw this scene: "How did you discover them without even me noticing? It's strange, your investigative skills are probably not as good as mine."

Dickter shook his head and simply replied: "Because I know them better than you do."

"Ah, that's right," Parker nodded matter-of-factly: "You are a knight from Malan, and you hate evil so much that you are naturally at odds with these sneaky guys. But I heard that you haven't been staying in that little country place.

,Oh, I knew it was before the Thirteen Years War, right?"

Dickter frowned at the guy.

He knew that Papalar people were generally talkative, but it was still rare for them to feel so good about themselves.

"Don't mind," Parker spread his hands, "I'm pretty good at guessing riddles. I once guessed riddles with a brass dragon in Sanshak. Guess what? In the end, she got so angry that she even wanted to drive me out of her house.

Cave, if she turned her back and refused to admit her debt, she would have lost all my gambling funds. Fortunately, I had anticipated such an incident and took away a beautiful sword from her beforehand."

"I have always carried that sword with me. Let me show it to you." He lowered his head and touched left and right for a while, then slapped his head in annoyance: "Oh, I forgot, that sword was in the Traveler's room before.

I don’t know which damn little thief has stolen it. I curse him to never have good luck again in this life."

He was complaining when a voice came from the side.

"But if I remember correctly, you said last time that you won the dagger at the Nightingale Competition, Mr. Parker."

"How do you know?" Parker was stunned for a moment before he realized that it was not Dict who spoke. When he looked back, he saw that it was Hongye who had walked out from behind the door he had entered through earlier.

"Ah, that's another sword." Papalar replied without changing his expression.

"Then your experience is really legendary." Hongye obviously didn't believe it. He looked at Dict curiously and asked the same question: "Mr. Dict, why are you here?"

But the knight only waved his hands to the two of them.

"You want to know what happened here?" He looked at the two people and asked suddenly.

Hongye and Parker looked at each other.

"Do you know anything, Mr. Dickert?" Hongye asked.

Compared with her, the Papalar people's problems are much more serious: "More than this, I want to know where the underground vault is. I have been looking for it, and I think it may be under the kitchen. But.

I couldn't find where the kitchen is, it's a really strange place."

However, Dickert ignored the latter. He glanced at Hongye and replied calmly: "Follow me."

With that said, he walked towards the direction where the Dragon Worshipers disappeared earlier.

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

Parker was a little hesitant. He looked at the parchment scroll in his hand, then at Hongye and Dict. He hesitated again and again, and finally ran after him.

"Wait a minute, maybe the basement and the underground vault are the same place!?"

…

Fang Plover couldn't help but sneeze.

He didn't know whether it was because the smell of dust in the room was too strong, or whether someone was cursing him behind his back. Speaking of which, he had made a lot of enemies for no apparent reason since he came to Aitaria.

First came the Silver Shadow, then the Jefflit Red Team of the descendants of Flor, then the Sister Tou and the Dragon Fire Guild, the Guta people in the Artisan League, and now the Dragon Cultists.

It's not impossible that someone here really wants to curse him.

After all, he and Miya had messed up the affairs of the Silver Forest Spear and the Red Team. I heard that the two guilds were still fighting over the 'octopus monster' in the forest in the Talon Basin.

As for the Dragon Fire Guild, he had only met the 'eldest sister' three times, and killed him twice, directly and indirectly.

Not to mention the players from the Kingdom of Guta Knights, he is still confused, so he inexplicably "seizes love" from someone else's sure-to-get qualifying spot.
To be continued...