Standing outside the vaulted gate of the monastery, looking up at the ancient building that had stood for an unknown number of years, and the cross of the Virgin Mary on the door, which was covered with the dust of time, I don't know whether it was a symbol of salvation or hope, and his heart was inevitably filled with mixed emotions.

He had left the monastery to live alone in the town for more than a year, but now he had returned to the same place, and he still could not escape the torrent of the past.

I have been in and out of this gate countless times, and I have stood up from the chair countless times, and followed the old deacon behind the reading platform to recite the inexplicable syllables of the oracle, and it seems that every place and every corner has its own figure.

In retrospect, I don't have many good memories here, and I used to want to escape from this place all the time. But today, those cold, desperate, and difficult days have finally all passed away with the wind.

After all, people have feelings, even if you don't get along well with people and things in a place, even if this place is only decadent and gloomy, even if there are only sad pasts flowing here.

When you are leaving, you will still be a little reluctant because of long-term familiarity and habit.

Walking into the monastery, the busy orphans raised their emaciated faces due to chronic malnutrition and handed them curious glances. When he saw Thor wearing an adventurer's coat with a sword on his back, he lowered his head a little guardedly, and only a few active little ones were still watching with envy.

They wore shabby, patched linen jackets, some new faces among them, and perhaps some remembered themselves.

In the end, Thor didn't come forward to communicate with anyone, after all, everyone has their own way to go.

Straight through the familiar ancient cloister of the monastery, Thor first went to the bottom of the dry well at the end of the graveyard in the backyard.

There are three little devils in the well who are conspiring against something, two men and one woman, who obviously use this dry well as their secret base. Seeing Thor's sudden appearance, the three imps hurriedly hid something behind them.

Thor smiled slightly, ignoring them. When I became a grave keeper, I moved all my belongings from here, but I couldn't take the memories that were left here.

Turning his gaze around, Thor's eyes were a little embarrassed and a little nostalgic, as if he saw the famine winter with Hughes and Sister Erin, sitting by the fire and telling stories.

In the blink of an eye, things are not people.

Leaving the bottom of the well, Thor stepped on the carpet of ancient embroidery on the abbot's gallery to the door of the deacon's study, and knocked on the door. An answer was soon heard in the room, and Thor pushed the door open.

Old Ogur sat behind the large desk, still looking like a stranger, with sunken eyes and a hooked nose, but Thor no longer felt gloomy.

He knew that Old Oge was actually a good person, after all, he had learned the lingua franca of the mainland here, and strictly speaking, Old Oge was still a mentor of his own, although it was not for a long time.

Walking forward, Thor placed the drinks and charcuterie he was carrying on the table.

Old Ogg's eyes swept over the tabletop, as if he was thinking, or possibly guessing, the two fingers of the hands clasped together on the table rotated in circles with each other, and this scene suddenly gave Thor a sense of overlap in time and space.

"What do you ask of me, little ghost?" said Old Ogg, smiling meaningfully.

Thor shook his head and told him about his upcoming journey.

"Is it an adventure again? Let's go, there's nothing to wander in this little place. Old Ogg turned his gaze to the window, which was pitch black, but different people might see different things when they looked into the darkness.

Perhaps old Ogg had sent others away in the same way, and was an adventurer too?" Thor guessed, spreading out the food on the table and filling the vat with wine.

Old Oger withdrew his gaze and clinked glasses with Thor, and then the two of them ate and drank in silence with their heads down, just like the dull days when Sol was learning the lingua franca of the continent here.

When the wine was gone, Old Oge pulled out a handkerchief and wiped his mouth and hands.

"There are two new nuns, two of whom are quite pleasing to the eye, do you want to meet them?"

Thor was a little stunned, then smiled and shook his head, the old guy was still so unserious.

"Why, didn't you have a bar mitzvah? You think they're dirty?" said old Oger, smiling playfully.

"People are mature to a certain extent, even if women strip naked directly in front of you, most of your eyes will carry a certain amount of scrutiny or appreciation, and you will not only have the urge to pierce everything in your mind like a hairy boy. Thor said this at the end of the day.

", stinky boy, don't show off your experience with me, grow a little hairier, how can you know the pleasure of blasphemy. The corners of Old Oger's eyes twitched, and he waved his hand angrily.

When Thor stood up, Old Ogg took one last look at him.

"Thank you for remembering my old thing, don't throw away the continental lingua franca. You should say goodbye forever, go, get out of here and go to a higher place. Old Oger said with rare kindness.

Thor nodded, bowed deeply, and silently exited the room.

I went to the small hall and the sacred auditorium to look for it, and turned the backyard again, Thor was a little puzzled, and then stopped a slightly beautiful nun and asked,

"You're looking for Daisy's brother, aren't you?" the young lady kindly led Thor to the quarters in the backyard for the clergy and miscellaneous servants, and gestured to one of the rooms.

"Is this your first time at the monastery?" said the young lady as she pointed out the way.

"Uh...... This, yes, I may be on the path of piety. Saul said perfunctorily.

"But what do you look like...... It's hard to get close to the gods. The young lady looked up and down Thor's adventurer's outfit and finally came to a conclusion.

"Look here, do you see it? I'm not an ordinary person. Thor smiled at the young lady, then pointed to his own smile.

"What do you mean?" the young lady was startled.

"My smile is not ordinary, and several young girls have said that my smile can heal the hearts of others, soothe the frustrated souls, and guide them across the river of fear. Thor smiled even wider.

"Flutter~ is smiling...... It's pretty good. The young lady covered her mouth and laughed, and the nun's headscarf swayed.

"Well, remember that my name is Pamido, and if you come to the monastery next time, remember to look for me. I know of an ashram that is nice and secluded, where we can pray together and bask in the light of the Lord God together. The young lady looked at Thor.

Thor nodded solemnly, with an unmistakable expression.

The young lady was a little shy by Thor's stunned gaze, and finally left Thor with a good-looking little ass, and finally swayed away.

Why has there never been such a discussion of gods before? Is it because I have grown up? Or was I not religious enough? Well, this is a need for reflection on life. Thor turned around with some amusement and pushed open the door in front of him.

Giant Bart sat quietly on his bed, like a thinker in the dark. Seeing Thor suddenly push open the door, he was stunned at first, and then immediately stood up and straightened the giant's body, like a soldier being reviewed.

Although Bart looks like a strong giant on the outside, perhaps because of his intelligence and unknown age, he has been torn between orphans and adults.

He hadn't been back for a year, and now that he had heard that Bart had become a handyman in the monastery, Thor thought it was good, at least now that Bart had his own time to rest.

And it is said that Bart was also the bell-ringer of the abbey, so it's no wonder that Thor could sometimes hear the morning bells of the abbey in the grave keeper's hut, when the bells before were almost inaudible.

After a brief chat with Bart, Thor left a small bag of coins behind, and didn't bring up the topic of what the mission was. The story was originally made up to bring some encouragement to Bart, but now that he is leaving, the story is over.

As Thor got up to leave.

"Isn't it true that when you're gone, I'll no longer be a great warrior Bundelton?" Bart was mostly hidden in the darkness, his mouth pursed, and his voice was a little lost and depressed.

Thor sighed slightly.

"Yes, not anymore, but from now on, you can be anyone. After patting Bart's thick arm, Thor turned and walked away.

As Thor left the monastery, a black-robed figure followed, lifted his hood to look in the direction Thor had left, and turned to melt into the darkness.

The doorway to the Garfield family mansion.

Knowing that Thor had come to say goodbye, Rianna nodded slightly, looking a little stunned. It's not because of how deep the friendship is with each other, it's just that parting is not a pleasant thing after all.

With a slim jacket and long light chestnut hair scattered, Rianna saw Thor dressed in black at her doorstep.

"You're going alone?" Hearing that Thor was about to embark on a journey, Rianna asked in passing.

Thor turned his head to look at her a little strangely.

"Why? Miss Riana still wants to elope with me? But unfortunately, I already have another girl in my team, and I'm afraid I can't afford two girls. Thor looked sorry.

"Huh~!" Rianna was stunned for a moment, stared at Thor and let out a chuckle, then pursed the corners of her mouth mischievously.

"I've always thought you're a steady person, different from those oily and slick imps, and I can't think of the final parting, but I see through your amorous nature. "Ruina fights back against Thor.

"I can't imagine that I have been disguised for many years, and in the end you will see through it, although you have discovered the charm that I have painstakingly concealed, but it is too late and useless. He didn't care about Rianna's teasing of Saul, he knew very well that the eldest lady was far more naughty than she seemed.

"You're leaving...... Will you ever come back?" said Rianna, looking at the street where there were not many pedestrians.

"Probably not. Soll said.

Silence.

There was silence side by side for a moment, and Thor gave one last look at Rianna with pretended regret, and then pretended to be a gentleman and held his chest and saluted slightly, bringing the goodbye to an end.

"Don't miss me too much, which troubled times have not parted. After taking two steps, Thor's voice came again, and Ryuriana was stamping her feet alone.

Looking in the direction Thor had left, Rianna's expression was a little gloomy, and she suddenly remembered that Firth had also left Greycurtain Town and returned to Newtown from that direction, and then disappeared.

Just go, you are free and easy.

Let's go, it's all gone, and I'll be lonely in the future, Ruina thought to herself.