Father Merrill was back in his room by this time.

Look at the mess inside the house.

It's uninhabitable today.

The girls followed Jonathan to the town to help. There was no one to clean up for him today.

Merrill lifted up the trellises that had fallen to the ground.

He took the teapot he picked up from the ground and poured some water on the violets inside.

However, his hand suddenly trembled.

didn't hold it steady, and threw the whole teapot into the violet.

Old Father Merrill looked at him and took out the teapot.

Then he took out a bunch of keys from the spatial ring and threw them to little Leo. Let him go and open the house where they live in the winter to ventilate.

Little Leo thought he was going to be here to help his grandfather clean up for a long time. Grandpa, he always liked to clean up these things with his own hands. Otherwise, he'd be quick with that ring.

Of course, he didn't see the old priest Merrill not grasping the teapot.

Otherwise, you will definitely be confused.

The child forgets quickly and does not think much about it. It's good to be able to slowly clean up the room without accompanying grandpa here, and run out with the key.

Soon the old priest Merrill was left alone in the room.

He couldn't help it anymore and coughed loudly.

Blood splattered on the violet. The flowers, which had just grown well, withered all at once.

Father Merrill saw it, and the violets he cared for every day withered.

His heart sank.

Slowly pick up the books scattered on the floor and hold them in your hands. This is a collection of poems by the elven troubadour Lucis three hundred years ago, and it is the favorite poem of those girls in his youth. At that time, he bought this, and as a result, the girl he liked was transferred elsewhere.

Merrill felt like her thoughts were slowing down. He sat in his chair and looked at the book of poems in his hand. It was as if he had returned to a time in his memory.

At that time, he seemed to be in front of him. He had this book of poetry in his hand.

Merrill looked at her young self and walked around the room excitedly with this book of Lucis's poems. After a while, he pretended to sing a few words like the wandering poet on the street.

I was so good at that time. But all this in front of me was blown away by the wind like a burst of light.

Merrill spat out another mouthful of blood.

The dark blood burned the floor of the room into a small pit.

It seems that his own question is already serious. Merrill rolled his eyes back. His physical condition, how he is still unclear.

Originally, after so many years of fighting, the body was secretly injured. Let his body have become a sieve, if only he was an ordinary person. There are still twenty or thirty years to live.

It's a pity that today's fight is like an engine that is about to retire, and you make him suddenly have to compare it to him. It's good that there are no falling apart.

And in the end, the poisonous self-explosion of the Dark Order was the straw that broke the camel's back.

A large amount of poisonous mist was inhaled into Merrill's body. The dark wounds of the previous battles could no longer be suppressed.

That's why I have the way I am. This may be the end of itself.

Merrill took out the storage ring and drank a bottle of recovery potion specially made by the church's apothecary.

That's when I felt a little better.

But it didn't work at all. It is also the physical injuries that are being recovered. But there is no way to recover from the dark wounds in life.

Maybe it's only the adults in the church who can heal their injuries. However, how could those adults be seen by small people like themselves.

As for handing over the "holy relics" in exchange for a chance to get treatment for yourself.

Merrill didn't think about this idea. He had outlived his teammates in the Inquisition of the Church at that time.

Death is not scary, what is scary is that you are afraid of death.

Merrill felt like he had lived a long time. There is no point in doing that.

What he has to do is to pave the way for those who come after him in the little time he has left, whether it is his chosen heir - little Leo or someone else.

Let the town always have someone to shelter. There will be no recurrence of the tragedy as it is today.

Old Father Merrill got up from his chair.

He left the book of Lucis's poems aside.

Then he put all the scattered things in the room into the space that he had specially separated in the storage ring.

By the time he took them out again, the books were neatly organized.

It's just that nothing else can do that. Pack it up little by little.

Fortunately, most of the room was full of books, otherwise Father Merrill would have been busy for a while.

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At this time, Lan Ruisha and the others were not idle.

They had just helped the townspeople do what they could.

Really, if they don't do anything. I will also feel a troubled conscience.

The townspeople helped them a lot when they first arrived. Now, it's time for everyone to give back to the townspeople.

Although, there are not many things they can do.

However, it is also my own heart to do my best.

There's not much going on out there. Originally, it would have been enough to have the family of Jonathan, the new mayor of the town.

However, it would be great to have Lan Ruisha and them on board.

At the very least, the slow healing technique that Lan Ruisha and the others had learned was still very useful. It can help the townspeople relieve pain and speed up the healing of wounds.

In this way, Lan Ruisha and the others didn't seem to do anything. But I was also busy, and I returned to the church in the evening.

The night sky after the rain is bright and beautiful.

Lan Ressa felt that her heart was complicated. I don't know how, she actually felt guilty.

It's just watching other people grieve there.

She seemed to have to squeeze a few tears to be sad with him, but Lan Ruisha couldn't squeeze it out. Although her heart was also very uncomfortable, she couldn't show it.

She even had something else on her mind. Thinking about other things that have nothing to do with the thing itself. The more I let myself not think about it, the more I can't forget it. The more I can't forget, the more I think about those irrelevant things.

Lan Ruisha felt an indescribable panic in her heart.

The feeling of guilt weighed down on her like a big rock, leaving Lan Ruisha breathless.

Lan Ruisha didn't dare to tell others, not even Rona who had the best relationship with her. She was afraid that those people were still looking at her with that strange look. will ask her puzzled, and I'm afraid that they will be enlightened with color.