"You must be of high status. Scattering the ashes left behind will pollute the entire river and leave countless monsters behind."

"Very carefully."

Zaratul laughed when he heard this and said: "However, my ashes no longer have any characteristics. I have lost them long ago."

Klein guessed what the other party meant and once again asked about his extraordinary path:

"What is the name of the Sequence 3 potion after 'Cunning Mage'?"

The beard on Zaratul's face twitched slightly:

"Ancient Scholars."

"What about the corresponding sequence 0?"

Zaratul glanced at him again and said with a low smile: "You should be able to know when you open the door and escape."

Don’t you finish your words? Don’t you finish your words? I hate people like you the most, who always laugh without saying a word... Klein suddenly felt similar to Russell. He was just about to continue the meeting.

Zaratul's Wool, who is well-informed, suddenly noticed that the outside world was getting brighter. Under the light of the red moon, the marionettes hanging from the ceiling began to swing more and more, making walking movements in the air, as if they were about to come alive.

come over!

Klein immediately became transparent, walked through the wall, and took shelter in the nearest house.

About twenty minutes later, the red moon was blocked by dark clouds again. Klein returned to the church and was surprised to find that Zaratul had already taken off two planes and crashed back one of his own planes.

"I just rolled two 6s and a 4."

The old man's muffled voice sounded innocent, except for his two clear and bright eyes, which made him look like a top-notch faceless man in life.

"It's your turn."

…Klein’s fist became harder and harder.

Zaratul said slyly:

"Then it's time for you to answer my question."

“Do you know what ‘Origin Castle’ is?”

Suddenly, it was as if a basin of ice water was poured from head to toe.

Klein frowned slightly and pressed down the tiny goosebumps on his neck to prevent the cold sweat from soaking through his shirt from seeping out on his back. It was as if an ignorant person had heard a new term and was confused and wanted to pluck it out.

mentality, calmly asked:

"What's this?"

"I've never heard of that."

"Hehehehe..."

Zaratul let out his annoying laughter again, which made Klein's scalp numb and his fists clenched. The scheming old man seemed to have other ideas, and seemed to believe Klein's words, ignoring the question.

He pushed the wooden dice over: "It's your turn."

550

"Twirl around, circle around the rose!"

In a small town in East Balam, in the open space of the street, children wearing tops or without tops danced in circles around a girl with a light yellow hairband, making childish and happy laughter.

In the distance, the adults looked at them blankly.

The girl with the light yellow hairband looks crazy, but she has a pair of energetic brown eyes, which are slightly lighter than her hair.

She was also barefoot, with oil paint on her face, and a sarong decorated with rainbow-like textile patterns. She clapped her hands and led the children with a smile:

"Pockets full of flowers!"

Snap! Snap!

After a few soft sounds, delicate red roses suddenly appeared in the hands of the children.

Roses grew out of the children's palms, seemingly using the blood as nutrients. The cyan veins in their palms protruded like roots, and bright red flowers grew out.

The children were still giggling, and their every move seemed to be slightly stuck. The girl wearing a light yellow hairband clapped her hands as if unaware, crushing the roses in her hands, and the bright red petals rained from their hands like blood.

The hand fell.

She simulated the sound of a gunshot with her mouth, and then fell backwards to the ground as if she had actually been shot, motionless.

"Bang bang! Bang bang! We fall to pieces!"

"Bang bang! Bang bang! We fall to pieces!"

"Hahahahaha!"

The children sang creepy songs in unison. Their bodies gradually became stiff and their movements were no longer smooth and coordinated.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Two downward straight lines appeared at the corners of their lips. When they laughed, their lower lips opened together with their chins, exposing their teeth and gums. Their mouths opened and closed, letting out cold and intrusive laughter, one after another.

Their madness was contagious, and the adults outside the circle suddenly started laughing crazily, running, biting each other, or talking to everything around them. They laughed until tears came to their eyes, their throats bled, and finally their internal organs were broken.

Also vomited.

Bang! Bang!

People fell down.

The wind carried rose petals to every corner of the small town, and the rich floral fragrance covered up the smell of blood.

After a long time, there was no other noise in the small town. The girl with the light yellow hairband seemed to have woken up from a nap, lying on the ground comfortably and stretching, enjoying the fragrance of roses intoxicatedly, then stood up and stood on tiptoe.

He tiptoed around the blood and dirt on the ground.

Her movements were a little weird, like a puppet being pulled by invisible strings, walking briskly towards an oxcart.

The cows were grazing comfortably, and at some point an old man with a serious face and a vaguely painful expression sat on the cart pulled behind him.

"Grandpa Jacks!"

The girl's eyes lit up, and she jumped over in three or two steps, her heels stained with red marks: "Why do you have time to see me?"

Jacks, who looked as sad as if he had been stabbed several times while walking on the road, nodded, and reluctantly raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile that made people uncomfortable:

"Little Hilda, how is the potion digested?"

The girl with a light yellow hairband - the demigod of the "Indulgent Party", Hilda Gonzalez held up her skirt with both hands, kicked away a stone on the ground with her feet, and said with a smile:

"Two years, two more years - I will be able to digest the 'Puppet'!"

"Okay." Jakes nodded happily, "Ahmad will definitely be proud of you."

After speaking, he cleared his throat and said tentatively:

"Little Hilda, there are still many poor southern continental and mixed-race people in the northern continent who are struggling to survive. Now that the war has begun, their lives are getting harder and harder. This is a good opportunity for us to develop our faith and expand our organization."

"People from the Southern Continent in the Northern Continent?"

Hilda pouted: "But they are willing to be slaves to those bandits - the really poor people can't even save a boat ticket! People without food will starve to death on the way! Why should I help?

They? Is this the request of Sir Si'a?"

"We held a discussion within the school and came up with a compromise plan."

Seeing that she seemed to be going crazy, Jacks immediately comforted her: "Go and help those helpless mixed-race and Southern Continent children."

"Help the children?" Hilda thought for a moment and calmed down, "Okay, then I'm willing to help."

"But if they don't believe in Lord Si'a and the Mother Tree, and are unwilling to convert, I will put them on the altar."

"This operation is quite special."

Jacks brewed his emotions for a moment and spoke seriously: "Do you remember... His Highness the 'Angel of Temperance'? This is His request."

Jacks paused when he saw the girl in front of him kicking pebbles. She suddenly raised her head, as if under the thick and strange paint and weird dress, a little girl suddenly woke up.

"Angel of Temperance?"

Hilda recited the title again and became angry: "That liar - He left us! He doesn't want me! It's clear that none of us hate him, but he ran away! He even delivered himself to the people of the Northern Continent.

under!"

"I don't want to see Him! I don't want to see Him!"

She cursed hysterically for more than ten minutes, pulled her hair wildly, and drew messy traces on the sand with her bare feet.

Suddenly, she paused and looked at Jacks again with that young look:

"I am willing to help Him..."

"...as long as He never leaves us again."

TBC

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The news that Zaratul received was that a person who was suspected to be favored by the night owned the Source Castle.

But the person in front of Klein was truly blessed, so Zaratul removed him from the suspect list.
Chapter completed!