It was more than ten hours later when Boer met Qin Ran.

When he walked out of the tent of the "Mist" church meeting, Boer couldn't help but look up at the gloomy sky.

The thunder that flashes from time to time and the low-pressure dark clouds all tell people that bad weather is coming.

By this time, most people could no longer tell whether such a thunder was the real thunder or the "God of War" was angry.

But no matter what it is, life has to continue.

The plague is under control.

Etantinburg was revitalized again.

However, when looking at the cathedral of the "State of War", people's eyes became weird.

Some things cannot be concealed just by wanting to be concealed.

Especially on the premise that someone is interested in fueling the fire.

2567Are you involved in it?

Boer asked himself.

The answer is yes.

Even, it can be said that 2567 should be the main force.

Just facing the gods...

Hopefully no accidents happen.

Boer prayed silently like this.

He admitted that 2567 is very strong.

The group of people are among the top in huge cities.

But no matter how strong he is, he will never be a god.

The only one who can deal with gods is the gods!

This is a recognized truth.

"If it was that guy..."

Involuntarily, Boer began to think of the woman who made him encounter the predicament.

A terrible existence.

So when he thought about it, the first emotion he felt was not anger, but fear.

Subconsciously tightened his coat, and Boer temporarily threw out his memory of the woman, and he began to think about his future path.

Complete all tasks as much as possible and follow the footsteps of 2567 and others.

Throw it away by yourself.

Will be brought back in the end!

With this idea, Boer lifted the tent and saw Qin Ran sitting behind the dining table.

The food on the dining table has long been gone.

Only some empty plates remain.

An empty plate that is cleaner than washed.

Even the taste is gone.

So much so that Boer could not tell what Qin Ran had just eaten.

Of course, he would not be interested in what Qin Ran had to eat.

The reason why he paid attention to these was his keen discovery. Qin Ran seemed to have changed some things, but Boer couldn't say what it was.

It was like looking at a landscape for many years, but at some point they found that they became strangers, but after just a moment, the familiarity came back.

Very mysterious.

But I can't say it.

Only after standing in front of the tent was Boer passed by the gods.

He got rid of Qin Ran's different changes.

He focused more on his surroundings.

Then, he confirmed a little difference: at least after eating, there would be food fragrance residues in the air.

And now?

There was no smell any more.

Could it be ventilation?

Boer guessed that at the gesture of Qin Ran, he sat on the side of the table.

And just after Boer sat down, Qin Ran asked directly.

"What do you think of the witch?"

The question was so abrupt that Boer was stunned again.

This time, it took four or five seconds before Boer smiled bitterly.

"If I can, I will never want to meet her in my life."

"But that kind of crazy and cruel feeling has been imprinted on my soul, making me unable to help but be afraid when I think of her name."

"I didn't lie to you."

"I was still shaking just now."

Boer said as he restrained his smile and subconsciously wanted to pick up the cup in front of him.

Even if there is nothing in the cup.

But he hopes to divert his attention in this way.

Unfortunately, this was not successful.

Boer shivered as his fingertips touched the cold metal cup.

He seemed to be back when he first met the 'witch'.

‘Do you want to embrace death?’

‘Do you want to welcome the newborn?’

'I……'

‘I won’t give it to you.’

The sound appeared again.

Boer's body began to tremble.

His eyes turned black.

A figure seemed to appear and was about to come out of the depth.

"Help, help!"

It was like a drowning man, who should have been sitting there, began to raise his head and stammer.

Qin Ran responded.

The flames dispel darkness.

Huff, Huff.

Boer gasped in big mouthfuls.

His hair was pressed against his forehead, his clothes were completely wet, and he felt like he had experienced a protracted battle, almost losing his strength.

"Sorry, I'm in a bit wrong."

Boer said.

"No."

"It's not your business."

Qin Ran shook his head, then asked seriously: "I am willing to give you a baron as the heir of Atantine. Are you willing to accept it?"

"Don't rush to answer."

"Because, it's about your mission."

"Once I agree, I hope you can leave."

"Of course, the decision is up to you."

In Qin Ran's indifferent words, Boer showed a grateful smile.
To be continued...