The conversation ended hastily, for the Commander Ondor didn't have much time to delay him and had a lot of big business to do. [No pop-ups.]

After leaving the hall, Daphne's lonely figure fell into Luo Lan's eyes, she was standing on the porch looking at the floating clouds in the sky, her beautiful face was engraved with a trace of worry, as if she was silently taking on this heavy responsibility.

Luo Lan coldly observed a few times in the back, what made her so worried, was it the necromancer, or was it her relationship with Ondor? I'm afraid it's both?

There was a hint of joy in his heart, in his opinion, Daphne's fragility and hesitation at the moment was a good time for him to take advantage of the void, and a priest like her, who practiced spiritual power, would soon be able to adjust his mind and recondense from the broken glacier into a flawless smooth mirror.

He waved his hand at Cedar, then deliberately accentuated his footsteps as he slowly came to her side and stood still.

Cedar stood still at the entrance of the passageway, warily watching the minions passing by.

"Lord Priest, do you remember that night when we were standing on the verandah like this?" Luo Lan took the initiative to speak, trying to close the distance between the two through memories.

Daphne's eyes blinked slightly, and she said calmly, "Pastor Lanton has just accepted a fief from Ondor, and there should be a lot of things to be busy with, how can he still have time to reminisce about the past?"

"Knight Ondor?" Luo Lan pursed his mouth and said with some sarcasm, "I'm afraid he's investigating my origin at the moment, right?"

Regarding the unbelieving attitude towards Ondor, which Luo Lan posed in front of her, Devine couldn't help but tilt her cheek slightly. He glanced at him, but did not speak.

Luo Lan believes that she must have paid attention to herself in her heart, yes, just like this, first leave a trace in her heart, an unpredictable sense of mystery, so that she is curious about herself, and then she can move on to the next step. He smiled faintly. He took out an item and said, "I have a question for the priest." ”

Devany turned his gaze, and he noticed that Luo Lan's wounded hand was a piece of the necromancer's arm.

"I found this on my arm. Luo Lan turned the back of the hand upward, pointed to a pattern that resembled an imprint, and said, "I'm curious to know what this means." ”

It was an eerie coat of arms, a bunch of dangling skeletons in an inverted triangle, and a few ice spikes stuck in hollow eye sockets. Directly above is a cross-sword entwined with chains.

Devany looked solemn, and she stared at the pattern silently for a few moments before turning her head away and saying in a solemn voice, "This is the emblem of the Council of the Dead. There was more worry in her eyes. sighed slightly and said, "Sure enough, it's them." ”

Luo Lan was sure that he had never heard of this name before, and he thought about it. "Can you go into more detail?"

Devany shook her head slightly.

Luo Lan knew it was time for him to leave. If you rush too much, you will often drift away from your goal. He smiled sincerely and said, "Lord Priest, if you have any trouble. Feel free to come to me. Quit. ”

He bowed lightly, turned to leave, and only took a few steps before he was stopped by a crisp and soft voice: "Wait." ”

The corners of Luo Lan's mouth showed a slight smirk, and he slowly turned around, which was already replaced by a surprised expression, and said, "Is there anything else?" ”

Devany stared at him and said solemnly, "Pastor Lanton, why are you so interested in this matter?"

Luo Lan showed a just right wry smile and said: "It's okay to say if today's necromancer didn't escape, but he escaped, now it seems that he still has a powerful background, and he is not a person, I think since I have offended him, in order to protect myself, it must not be too much to know more about the enemy's situation, right?"

Devonne's gaze stayed on his face, as if she had been judging the truth of what he said, and finally she nodded slightly, which was considered to be in agreement with Luo Landi's statement, she slowed down her breath and said, "If I tell you about this, it means that I may take the risk of death at any time." ”

Luo Lan smiled, shrugged his shoulders, and said, "Am I safe now?"

Devany looked apologetic, remembering that she had dragged Luo Lan into the water, and it was too late to get out of the water.

"Alright," Daphne sighed as she walked out and passed by Luo Lan, "if you really want to know, come with me." ”

......

Little did Lorlan expect that Devany would take him out of the castle and ride him in a wagon to a mountain, but Cejes remained faithful to her duty, riding her horse to the side of the carriage.

The scenery quickly receded, and large patches of larch trees spread out along the undulating terrain until they reached the pale blue shadow of the distant hills.

Devany was silent, as if considering her words, until the appearance of the mountains became more and more advanced before she spoke slowly, "The Council of the Dead was formed by a group of people with crazy minds in their minds, who never paid attention to worldly authorities, despised all laws and rules, and violated all truth and morality. ”

Luo Lan sighed, nodded thoughtfully, and said, "Is that cross and skeleton pattern their mark?"

"Skeleton Holy Sword Badge," felt the complicated emotion in her voice, a contradictory mixture of extreme importance and disgust and rejection.

Daphne accentuated her tone and continued, "It is said that the elder who originally founded the Council of the Dead was a dark fallen knight and three undead ** masters, and they used skeletons to represent death, holy swords to represent judgment, ice edges to represent judgment, and chains to represent punishment,"

Luo Lan raised his eyebrows and said suspiciously: "Then what is the purpose of their existence? to help each other, to endanger the world, or to plot some conspiracy?"

Devany shook her head, she looked ahead, and said, "No one really knows for thousands of years. ”

Luo Lan touched his chin and smiled deeply, he thought that Devina was not lying, but she also said that it was not true, she must know a little, but she was unwilling to reveal it to him.

Any power and power can only be linked together for a long time by the entanglement of interests or the integration of ideas, and this is especially true of an organization that has existed for thousands of years.

They just hide their intentions deeper, and from this point of view, the more they don't want people to know, the more terrible it is.

However, he was more concerned about another question at the moment, and he coughed and said, "What about the power of the Council of the Dead?"

In the process of gathering his own forces, he will inevitably have an identity that is put on the surface, Luo Lan, who has been hiding in the shadows for a long time, has always targeted others, and this time the necromancer's escape, he inadvertently destroyed the other party's plan. It wasn't going to end so easily, and there was bound to be endless trouble ahead, and in that respect, his reasons for getting closer to Daphne seemed brighter, and it was easier for the latter to reassure him.

"The power of the Council of the Dead," Daphne unconsciously tightened her wand in her hand. In Luo Lan's view, this small action was a reaction to self-preservation, which was naturally revealed after thinking of something that could threaten his body.

Devany said in a deep voice: "The Council of the Dead originally only had some believers in the gods of death and darkness, but after thousands of years of development, their members are not only these people, in addition to countless professions that believe in darkness and death on the Apollo continent, there are also some people who are willing to fall, and it is these people who constitute the backbone of the Council of the Dead. There are even some of these people who were originally famous powerhouses on the continent, and they may still have close ties with the monsters of the abyss and hell, if it weren't for the fact that they have always been hiding in the shadows and have been suppressed by our monks for a long time, I am afraid that their tentacles would have reached every corner of the Apollo continent. ”

Luo Lan was secretly shocked when he heard this, he didn't expect that he had provoked such a huge force, as for the name of the Monks' Guild, he had heard Devine mention it for the second time, the first time was during her conversation with Ondor.

"As for the Monks," said Daphne, her voice raised as her beautiful eyes began to shine, "Strictly speaking, the Monks' Order is not an organization. Rather, it is a group of elite masters in various fields, who have no money or power, they have only come together to eradicate evil and drive out darkness, they may be unknown on the continent, but they carry a burden as heavy as that of Mount Carondello. ”

In Luo Lan's ears, the Council of the Dead and the Monks are exactly two opposing extremes, and the Monks seem to have a firm foothold in righteousness, he pouted, where in this world there is good and evil, those are all beautiful words and illusory good wishes, presumably for this point, Ondor's current understanding should be much deeper than Daphne's.

It occurred to him that I would be better suited to attend the meeting of the dead......

Suddenly, a question appeared in his mind as if he had been awakened, and his hands could not help but tremble.

He took a deep breath and asked, as if casually, "Does the Monk kill some special people too...... Well, I mean those heinous criminals...... Like a thief?" he said this, his upper body stiffened, his eyes fixed on the change in Daphne's expression, and he didn't notice that his breathing had become a little short.

Romans, is it the Friars who killed you?

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