Sean Fletcher is still alive.

Icabird's spells quickly regained his life force—but as anyone could tell, it dried up almost as quickly.

Ed didn't know what exactly Lydia had done to him...... I don't know what he's done to himself, the Paladin's body, which was so strong two years ago, is weakening uncontrollably, as irreversibly as the inevitable aging of humanity.

Ed found himself having a hard time coming to terms with this. Of course, he knew that people must die, and he also appreciated the old mage of Yuanzhi Valley, Inglis, who calmly accepted aging and death, but after all, he was at least a hundred years old when he died, which was an unnatural longevity for humans.

Sean is not yet seventy years old.

He shouldn't have been at such a time...... Nor can you die at such a time.

Faced with Sean, who had to lie in the circle, no discussion could continue—first, the gloomy Icabold clearly didn't want to say a word more.

Laval didn't raise any objections, and only bowed his head to Ed when he decided to leave, without trying to get any news from him. Ed knew that the high priest had always been steady and composed...... But he also looked too relaxed.

They clearly do not have any effective way to deal with the looming crisis.

Ed didn't like that at all—he was inevitably getting more and more suspicious.

"I have to ...... I'll have to go back to the sewers. ”

They walked side by side in silence for a few moments before he told Naria.

Even though it was already guarded, he wanted to see if he could do more. It's hard to predict what will happen to that cobweb-like crack, and now, Icabold clearly doesn't care about it, and Laval doesn't seem to have any intention of interfering.

It was indeed he who inadvertently diverted the topic...... But he felt that even if he hadn't mentioned the God's Bone, Sean would have taken that strange egg out of the way.

- So, as a result, they didn't solve anything.

Ed couldn't help but smile wryly.

“...... I went to Cobain's house. Naria said

Ed hesitated, but couldn't help but ask, "Are you sure?"

They were not welcomed by the Cobain family—they left the sewers with Oliver Cobain's corpse, and the old Cobain hurried back in a trance, without saying a word, while Oliver's mother cursed in tears.

She cursed her husband—he led her son astray—and she cursed Naria—she was sure that her Ollie died for her.

Unable to bear this, and unable to blame a grief-stricken mother, Ed pulls away the dark-haired girl, whose silence makes him feel distressed, and asks her to accompany him to Sean for a lame reason.

It did give Naria a little bit of rejuvenation...... But the tragedy that has occurred cannot be forgotten.

"That's not your fault at all. ”

He didn't know how many times he repeated it.

Naria looked at him and laughed.

"That's certainly not my fault. She said, "Do you think I'm you? I'm afraid you didn't even notice something wrong with Sean when he fell, right?"

Ed smiled wryly, unable to refute.

"But even if a friend dies, I should see if I can help, and I don't necessarily have to be in front of Perry...... If she doesn't want to see me. "I lost my mother...... I hated my father for it, and that hatred was more unjustified than Perry's hatred of me. I don't blame her at all. ”

- But you won't be upset about it.

He could be with her, he thought. But before he could utter the thought, Naria had nudged him gently.

"Go ahead. She said, "See you in the evening?"

"Hmm...... I want to eat the meat sausage of the Blo family. Ed said.

The Bullows are still selling their signature sausages, and business isn't much worse than it used to be - after all, there's really not much to buy in the city these days.

Naria rolled her eyes at him, reaching out and slapping him on the back of the head.

"I'll bring it back. She said, "...... Don't come home too late. ”

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There was no more dead silence in the sewers. In addition to the priests and paladins sent by the temple, there were also men sent by Balk to carry the corpses back and forth.

The corpses would be crept directly into the temple of Sawyer, the god of death, through the sewers, where they would be purified and incinerated - most of them would not have been remembered in the first place, and Balk did not want to add necromancers and their army of undead to the nightmare of the Stonebugs.

But even Balk didn't think the secret could be kept a secret forever.

"If handled well," he told Ed, "it can be a ...... Exciting good news - 'The necromancer's plot has been destroyed' and the like. But it has to be released at the right time. ”

He seemed indifferent to the corpses all over the ground as he said this...... But Ed could see the anger and remorse in his eyes.

Even if they live in the sewers, these people are still residents of Stonebuch, and they are the people he should protect. It wasn't like he hadn't sent someone to get involved, but maybe it happened too suddenly, and he didn't get any news in advance.

The old man hadn't left the sewers until now. He nodded at Ed when he saw him coming back, not surprised.

"The guy who escaped hasn't been found yet. He said, looking at him again, "...... But you didn't come back for this. ”

Ed shook his head. Once exposed to the sun, a necromancer is not too much of a threat, and the clergy who hear the news are more than enough to deal with.

The continuous burning of torches on the walls illuminated the darkness, but they could not dispel the coldness and stench of the earth. The corpses that had not yet been cleaned were still piled up at his feet...... The closer to the location of the chasm, only the clergy can approach.

He walked past a priest of the goddess of the earth, did not disturb the prayers of the other, and went deeper alone.

A gust of wind swept in from nowhere, and the stench that rushed into his nostrils made his brain dizzy and almost suffocated—a smell he would never get used to.

It was dark, and many torches were suddenly extinguished in the gust of wind. Ed paused, removed an unextinguished torch from the shelf, and waved his hand to mark the wall enough to be eye-catching.

Someone will understand.

Then he continued forward, stepping over the corpse. At first, he seemed to be faintly able to hear the heavy footsteps of the man carrying the corpse behind him, and then only the sound of thin, sticky water was left under his feet.

The darkness crashed over him like a weight, and the little light in his hand was fragile...... But it never disappeared.

- I don't know if there will be any sausages to eat when I get home.

When he clearly felt the danger coming, this slight regret passed through his mind.