Time is long, the summer turns to the cold, and five months have passed in a blink of an eye.......

Surprisingly, there was such a big commotion here, and the principality did not move, nor did the kingdom intervene, but only rested the ruins of the canyon for a while, and then hastily settled the matter.

After the incident, Jolid, the vice president of the Adventurers' Guild, came to Boone and brought about twenty masters from the headquarters to investigate the incident, but for some reason he hurriedly retreated the next day.

On that day, called the 'Day of Mourning' by the people of the Duchy of Vik, for seven days, hundreds of thousands of people gathered in Boone, most of whom were reluctant to leave, and wanted to take root here, some sons were buried here, some lovers did not leave this canyon, among the ruins, in the tall Beijing Temple, I don't know how many pillars of the family were buried.

This is war, cruelty, cold-blooded!

Countless families have been shattered in this battle!

Under the supervision of the Duchy's Minister of Finance, Boone has become a small town, the streets are more prosperous than ever, and the inn of Shatia has more than doubled, as one of the few inns in the past, her business here is surprisingly good, not only because of her beauty, but also because of her beauty, he is the sister of the great hero 'Golden Axe Morildo'.......

Vilnas returned, and after half a month of interrogation by Bird and Brand, he was released, but he was immediately surrounded by the families of the victims, who all wanted to get the truth from the mouth of the survivor, so in the mouth of Vilnas, Morieldo became the hero who led everyone to fight against the mastermind behind the scenes, Andru, and died with the Underru of the Holy Court.

At the beginning of the period, some people didn't believe it, after all, with the strength of the Holy Court Andelu, it was absolutely impossible to be killed by Morildo. In the end, it was the other two 'survivors' Bird and Brand who came out to confirm and took out Anderlu's head that dispelled everyone's doubts.

Eventually, under Byrd's auspices, a bronze statue was erected in the small town of Boone..... No..... In the center of Boone City, there is the statue of the 'Great Hero' Morieldo, and every day people who pass by, no matter how hurried, will take off their hats under the statue to pay tribute, and buy a pale red 'Light Flower' from the flower shop next to it, wishing that this hero who fought to the end in the 'Valley of Fallen Souls' can get the eternal bliss mentioned in the 'Light Sacred Book' in the Heavenly Light City.

Soul Valley is also what people later called the original canyon.

"Shatia, you're here to bring food to Moriel again!"

The owner of the flower shop couldn't help but greet Shatiya happily when he saw Shatiya in front of him in a red dress, Shatia was a frequent customer here, and would buy a bright flower in his flower shop almost every day.

"Yes, Boss Yori. ”

Shatia's face was a little haggard, and it could be seen that she hadn't rested well for a long time, but she still squeezed out a smile under Yori's greeting.

"You have to rest, you see, you're all thin. ”

After Rio finished speaking, he took out the most delicate bright flower from the store and handed it to Shatiya.

"Thank you, I'll take note. ”

Taking the bright flower handed over by Rio and pulling the falling blonde hair behind her ear, Shatia whispered.

"Give you money. ”

Shatia took a silver coin from the basket in her hand and handed it to Rio, but Rio pushed it back.

"No, no, no, this one is for you today. ”

Rio's attitude was firm, and Shatia couldn't shirk it, so she had to thank her and leave slowly.

"What a distressed girl, may the God of Light grant you happiness. ”

Rio drew a cross on his chest, his face was sincere, to be honest, he did feel a little sorry for this girl, he looked at Shatia when she came to Boone, a delicate little girl less than ten years old, carrying her mother's corpse, buried in the sea of flowers in Boone, I don't know how many grievances she suffered, before she bought a dilapidated hotel from a miser, and now that her last relatives have also died, it is hard to imagine how big a blow it has hit her.

Crossing the road of bluestone slabs, under the tall bronze statue, Shatia did not speak, pursed her lips, and placed the bright flower under a stone tablet that introduced the life of Morildo, where there were many flowers, innumerable, most of them were given by tourists who came from other places to mourn.

Looking at the over-embellished life on the stone plaque, Shatiya was silent for a long time.

'Let that past dissipate with you!'

This was her heart, but her long-bound heart was relieved by Morieldo's death, and it became even heavier.

"Vilnas!"

Shatia shouted softly, and lay down not far from the bronze statue with a ragged drunkard look.

"Vilnas...."

There was no response, the person in front of him seemed to be drunk, Shatia shook her head, stepped forward, put the bamboo basket in her hand on the ground, and then squatted down, and put away the inferior vodka bottles all over the ground before leaving.

Soon after Shatia left, the ragged drunkard slowly propped himself up, and a stench of not having a bath for a long time dispersed in all directions, the loose and dirty hair had not been washed for many days, the oil had glued the originally smooth blonde hair into knots one after another, the beard that hung down to his chest was full of wine stains, his eyes were bloodshot and ungodly, and with the ragged clothes, it was simply worse than the wandering on the street.

This is still the handsome and handsome clergyman Vilnas.

His empty eyes swept a punch nearby, then he stood up and stretched out his hand to get the only one of the empty bottles of the pile of spirits that was less than half full, but as soon as he took a step, his body went limp, his feet slipped, and he fell to the grass beside him.

Turning over, crawling a few steps, his right hand trembled and picked up the wine bottle that was less than half a bottle left, and after pouring a big sip, he breathed a long sigh of relief.

"He's ruined!"

In a hotel not far away, a middle-aged nobleman with a goatee put down his monoculars and looked at a young man elegantly slicing steak.

"Observe for a few more days. ”

Bird didn't look up, the bloody steak had been broken into pieces, but he didn't eat it, as if he was in love with splitting the object for ten minutes.

"Yes!"

Brand bowed his head in response, then held up the monocular again.