Borena finally understood why Ethan had told him to "don't close the door...... But even if there is someone guarding the door, I'm afraid it won't help.

Step by step, he slowly retreated to the door and closed it with his backhand.

“...... Lord Borena?" Gunner called hesitantly outside the door, "what are you going to do?"

"Nothing. Borena calmly replied, "I have to pray to the Goddess - you know, the one who saved me." I'll open the door in a moment. ”

Gunner seemed to believe him and said nothing.

Borena apologized in his heart - Gunner would definitely blame himself for this, but it was better than losing his life.

The gray fog that had silently killed his father did not seem to be in a hurry to kill him, it floated there quietly, even a little lazy, sometimes closing in on him, sometimes retreating.

It was teasing him—and Borena realized, like a cat teasing a mouse that had fallen into its claws.

Borena gently drew his sword. He knew the sword was of little use to it, but he wasn't going to die without resistance.

Not knowing if the flames could damage a cloud of murderous mist, he instinctively moved towards the fireplace, at least the warmth would give him some strength.

As if tired of such a game at last, the gray fog suddenly spread, as if it had swelled into a tall giant, and suddenly came, like a silent storm, pressing down on Borena's head.

The biting cold soaked into his body faster than the mist, and Borena shivered. Stiffly swung his sword. Rolling between life and death, he felt as if he was a little numb, but at this time he only felt funny in his heart - he had just been resurrected from the dead with the blessing of a goddess. In the blink of an eye, he died in the cold embrace of a gray mist, could there be a more ridiculous life in the world? No matter where his soul goes after death, if someone asks, "How did you die?", he has a wonderful story to tell......

In the cranky thoughts of dying, Borena tightened his vest, and someone grabbed his clothes and dragged him out of the mist that had not yet had time to touch his body.

- Welcome! Good luck!

Borena couldn't help but cheer in the bottom of his heart. Grinning wisely, he stepped aside and watched his "good fortune" stand firmly in front of him. Reaching out to the mist, which almost seemed to be roaring in exasperation, he recited a syllabic mantra.

The flames in the fireplace sprung up, turning into golden-red tongues of fire that greedily licked up the mist that they couldn't dodge. Borena seemed to be able to hear the silent scream, and the fog shook violently. Instantly dissipated into the air.

Borena exhaled, dragged his sword back against the wall, and chuckled lowly.

Scott turned his head and glanced at him, but he didn't look surprised.

Borena laughed for a few moments before he stopped, and raised his hand to greet Scott - he had actually wondered if the gray fog that had killed his father was the work of the hunted priest in front of him, but now it seemed that it was someone else.

He vaguely guessed who it was...... But I don't want to admit it.

"Is this really a necromancer's spell?" he asked.

Scott nodded, "Not just any necromancer can drive this...... Who the hell have you offended?"

Borena could only innocently spread his hands: "Maybe it's someone under me...... And the guy who killed the house pet with the elf? who lives in the orc ruins near the mouth of the Kuz River...... Did you find anything about that ring?"

"It's not him. Scott threw him a simple answer, without any explanation.

Borena was stunned: "You found him?"

Scott's face sank: "Not yet, but I'll find it." ”

"So you're here ......," Borena guessed. "I can't help you look up anything right now. ”

"It's no longer necessary. Scott shook his head, "I'm here...... Thank you. ”

Borena was stunned again.

"You did help me...... Although it was forced, and it didn't really help. Scott bluntly continued. "But I should thank you anyway. ”

“...... You know, sometimes you don't have to say it that clearly. Borena couldn't help but sigh.

"I can't say I'm sorry for your father's death, but ...... I'm sorry for the loss of your father. The man in front of him finished his words meticulously.

Borena glared at him - he now believed that this guy had really been a paladin.

"You're a lucky guy. Scott's voice lowered slightly, and there was a hint of wistness in his eyes: "You have been blessed by a goddess who is truly worthy of awe...... Don't waste your life. ”

He disappeared as suddenly as he came. Borena shuffled to open the door for Gunna, who had begun to knock suspiciously and scream, his last words still circling in his head.

- A truly awe-inspiring goddess...... Is the God he now believes in not worthy of fear? .

"He must die!"

Kazia stared at the mirror in front of her, coldly spitting out every word.

She had shouted the same thing at Gilbert. The cunning old guy would only sigh and pose in front of her one reason after another. Tell her you can't do this, you can't do that...... She couldn't refute every reason, and she didn't want to pay attention to every reason.

And Sercio...... He looked at her like she was the murderer!—even if she was, everything she did was for him, and he should never have looked at his mother like that!

Kazia grabbed a silver bust of a young girl on the table, turned and slammed into the man leaning against the window, and shouted hoarsely, "You should have killed him in the first place!it was him!not Joaquin!!"

If you knew from the beginning that a man would do this...... She didn't know if she would stop it.

He was the father of her children, after all.

The man easily dodged sideways, watching the bust slam heavily against the wall and fall weakly, a chill passing through his eyes.

"And then?" he asked coldly. "Do you think Joaquin will ignore Borena's death? Do you think he will go to great lengths to find out who killed his dear son? What do you think he will find out? I have heard that the beautiful Queen of Kazia has a lover, and Sergio is not the king's son at all...... Do you think he's never heard of it?"

Another innocent glass ornament brushed past his ear and shattered on the wall beside him.

"Who dares to say that!" Kazia stood up in anger. "Sergio is of course Joaquin's son!!"

"But he looks like you...... But it doesn't look like Joaquin at all. Unlike Borenna, almost the same as when he was younger. The man wiped a little bruised blood from his cheek, "What do you think people think? Rumors can ruin Borena and can easily ruin you...... You don't understand anything at all, Kazia. ”

There was even a gentle sigh in his tone.

As a young man he loved such innocence and willfulness - and, of course, the beauty of Kezia Longfu in full bloom at that time. Her pride and arrogance, even inadvertent cruelty. all made that game even more exciting...... Even if it was once more than just a game, now there is only a gray afterimage. Just like the first half of his life.

He wanted Borena's life more fervently than Kezia, but the man always escaped again and again, and sometimes he wondered if it was a joke made by some god...... But someone once told him: "The gods don't have this leisure, they can't even take care of themselves." ”

But nearly 10,000 people joined him in witnessing miracles — miracles that hadn't happened in hundreds of years. Legend has it that only the gods can bring the dead back to life, and the gods chose Borena Dejuri, who took his left hand...... The guy of his life.

His left shoulder still aches to this day, and his left hand can do a lot of simple movements, and there is almost no difference if you don't look closely...... But it was dead after all—lifeless, cold metal and leather, almost beautiful, rocks and animal corpses.

Fish had brought in countless priests for him, and the useless ones would only repeat it over and over again. They can't bring back to life what is already dead, either in whole or in part.

Only a gray-haired, gray-eyed half-elven priest glanced at him coldly and told Fish, "Where is his hand? If not rotten." Maybe there's a way. ”

He laughed almost hysterically - who could have fished a severed left hand out of the river Vinez if it had not been eaten by the fish, and if he prayed to the god of water, would she let the waves send him back?

The most ridiculous thing is that he is left-handed.

Everyone told him that he could learn how to use his right hand and be like a normal person. It seemed like a consolation - but without a hand, he couldn't be "normal" anymore!

And Borena. The man who was supposed to be by his side to protect him, but threw him into the encirclement of enemies, his former friend...... The first time, he didn't really want to kill him, but he couldn't stand it anymore that he could still compete in the martial arts arena in a healthy way, and let out his familiar laugh when he was victorious.

The laughter drove him mad - the smile of sympathy and guilt that he had suddenly changed to when he spotted him, and he wanted nothing more than to tear that false smile off along with Borena's face.

He just wanted to teach him a lesson...... Luckily unscathed, Borena went straight to Fish, who drove him out of the house for the sake of his wife's maid's son.

He still remembered the despair and confusion he felt, but he chased away Ethan, his brother, gritted his teeth, and left there...... At least, he would never wag his tail and beg for mercy.

Both to man and to God.

"Eli Crofler!" Kazia's exasperated call rang in his ears, "Are you listening?!"

He didn't hear it—but he could guess what it was.

"Of course. He lazily replied, "He's going to die, I promise you." ”

He failed once, twice, three times...... Or four times.

He really couldn't imagine that Borena would be discreet to hide a priest in his room, but he couldn't always keep a priest with him.

And Ethan, the younger brother who can't even hold a sword, what can he do to him?

Even now he can't swing his sword anymore—

At least, there is darkness as his friend and fear as his weapon.

(To be continued)