Dineen threw the last piece of wood he could find against the wall and poured fuel on it. He looked through the crack in the door into the warehouse, where Gianna was standing, waving her hands and chanting incantations, and the food she was looking at would be enveloped in a blue glow before disappearing into thin air. Tyran and Itreg pushed and dragged the stacked crates, splitting them into small piles so that Gianna could cast spells to teleport them away.

Dineen stared at their busy figures for a moment. He knew that Tyran and Itrig had a good relationship, perhaps because of Tirio, and the old orcs almost regarded Tyran as their own nephew. But Gianna accepted an orc with unexpected speed - she was obviously taken aback, but smart enough not to show resistance or curiosity. She was the first to greet her with a friendly greeting, which was met with a simple but polite response from Itreguer. Then they got to work, as if they were from two different regions rather than two races.

Dineen decided not to go in for the time being to disturb the harmonious atmosphere of this faction. He thought for a moment, then turned and walked towards the gate.

Renault was standing there. He leaned against the wall, drawing circles on the ground on his toes, and looked absently at the street outside. His coat was dirty, torn in some places, and his face was bruised. Obviously, climbing down from four floors is definitely not an easy task for two and a half old children.

When Dineen walked over, Renault glanced at him quickly, then quickly looked away, and said in a rough voice, "I'm sorry." ”

"Huh?" Dineh, who was thinking about whether to go to the next wave of patrols, stopped and responded.

"I said I shouldn't have snuck out." Renault reluctantly said, "I wasted Tyran's time and messed up your plans." ”

"That's right." Dinen agrees. Seeing the boy's shoulders sink a little more, he continued, "Not only for me, but for yourself to get yourself in trouble, after all, you can't never go home - but if it were me, I wouldn't be in the house." ”

Renault looked up and looked at him in amazement.

"Why, do I look like a good boy who listens to adults?" Dineen bared her teeth at him.

"You don't." He said sullenly, "It's more like Mr. Albert." ”

"But actually," Dinen leaned against the wall on the other side of the door with a little amusement, deciding to try to continue the conversation, "and he snuck out of the house, too. ”

The boy's eyes widened. Dinen didn't know the specifics, but the impression his partner had left on his juniors seemed to be so perfect that the fact had a bigger impact than expected — Renault even laughed briefly in surprise, but quickly flattened the corners of his mouth again. He said listlessly, "I wish I could do the same." ”

"I've never heard of anyone else who needs permission to run away from home." "If you can carry a stick in the back of your head, if you're willing to blow a few heads out in a gladiatorial arena, or if you can run around chasing a bunch of necrophiles, you're in complete power to stand on your own." ”

Renault glared at him.

"You're trying to dissuade me, aren't you?" He asked.

Dinen rubbed his thumb against his canine teeth and shrugged nonchalantly.

Instigating other people's children to run away from home is not something that can be said outright, and if Albert knows about it, I am afraid it will inevitably be a good training. He really didn't really intend to ask Renault to do that. The first problem for a boy who wants to try to live independently is often only how to fill his stomach and protect himself, rather than being involved in disasters and intrigues like Dineen and Albert. But if Renault insists on this choice despite knowing that he is not capable of it, then no one can dissuade him anymore.

After all, competence determines how far a person can go, but courage determines which path he takes.

They were silent for a few moments, so long that Dinen thought the chat was over. He silently counted the time in his heart, waiting for the arrival of the next wave of patrols. He had to take down the people who were most likely to detect and warn of the fire, so that the warehouse could burn enough to cover up what they were doing.

"—I've never felt the light." Renault said suddenly.

"What?" Dineh subconsciously responded. He was still thinking about how to catch the five soldiers.

"I mean, I've seen others use the Light, and they've been healed by the Light. But I've never ......been here," Renault turned his face to look at him, "and felt it in his heart. ”

"That's the kind of question you should ask—" Dinen paused for a moment, then reluctantly changed his words, "Maybe you're just not old yet." ”

"But they all say that the light is in everyone's heart."

"That's." Dinen asserted categorically, "These people like to confuse conscience with the Light, so that they can claim that the Light is everywhere. But what do they say in their holy texts? 'The Light is pleased with righteousness. A man should walk in a good way, do what is right, and be righteous everywhere. So-'"

"to receive the blessing and be glorified in its protection." Renault finished the second half of his sentence in unison, and then looked at him in a daze.

Dinen raised an eyebrow, "Don't look at me stupidly, kid. Just because I don't like it doesn't mean I don't understand. In fact, when I was eight years old, I was able to memorize more than 1,300 pages of paper backwards — my father, who was a pastor, used this book to teach me how to read. ”

Renault's mouth was open in disbelief. After a while, he asked, "Then why don't you ...... Uh, I mean...... Like him? ”

"Like him? Oh, that's a good question. "And the better question is, why didn't he become a merchant like my grandfather, but rather believe in the Light?" ”

"How can a merchant and a priest be the same?" Renault blurted out.

The playful smile on Dineen's face suddenly disappeared. "That's why I don't like the Light." He said coldly, "You always think you are superior, don't you?" You will always think that the world needs guidance, or salvation or something, as if they are all ignorant lambs who cannot live without the care of a shepherd. But the truth — " he bared his teeth, "there are people who don't want to be redeemed at all." ”

Seeing Renault take a step back, he sighed, put away his fierce expression, and continued: "So, little brother, this is my answer. The priest's son doesn't want to be a priest, the paladin's son doesn't want to be a paladin, and that's fine. Because this world will never collapse because of the lack of a few, or dozens, or hundreds of believers of the Holy Light. But if we don't have butchers, millers and blacksmiths, that's what really matters. ”

Renault opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything. He lowered his head, looking a little more troubled than before. Dining, who had already spotted the figure in the distance, didn't intend to say any more, he left the troubled boy and walked in that direction in good spirits.

When Dinen finished solving the patrol's problems, Itreig's side completed the task. They left some food chests to camouflage, and the rest were teleported by Gianna to the basement of Stratholme Cathedral.

"Ser Uther allowed me to leave a teleportation mark there." The mage chewed on a biscuit to replenish her strength as she explained to a skeptical-eyed Dinen why she had done so, "It wasn't meant to move half of the city's rations there, but that was the closest waypoint I could find. ”

Okay. Dinen thought. So in the end, the matter fell to the Silver Hand, although it was not quite what he had originally envisioned. Rescuing the food from the fire would give Uther a chance to attack the Stratholme nobles in an open manner, and if the news of the food god's unwitting appearance in the church leaks out, it could easily lead to an open conflict between the two sides. However, Uther naturally did not fail to understand this, knowing that he had provoked Baron Rivendell enough before, and now he would never want the other party to seize any of his handles.

"Since you're going to explain it to him, tell him another thing along the way." Dinen told her of the Cursed Cult's plan to use Itreg to lure the Silver Hand away. It was inconvenient for Tyran to convey the news, he could claim that he had heard in the tavern that someone was planning to set fire to the granary, after all, he had been out looking for his father's traces for the past two days, but he had something to do with the orcs, especially at this time, I am afraid it would cause him considerable trouble.

Gianna is only a temporary ally of the Silver Hand, and the mage's name can also be used to explain why she dealt with the orcs. This ridiculous misunderstanding would continue for a long time before the mages did not step out of Dalaran more often.

Once he was sure everything was ready, Dineen set fire to the flammable material outside the granary. Gianna thoughtfully added a few small spells to make it all seamless. Realizing how important all this was, she immediately put aside her unhappiness and became more cautious.

Looking at the rapidly spreading flames, Dinen said to the two boys beside him, "Much more useful than a paladin." ”

Tyran smiled gently, this kid was damn sharp. Renaud, on the other hand, looked up at him and Gianna suspiciously, lowered his head and sighed, continuing to bask in his sullen unhappiness. Still silent, Itreig put his hand on the shoulders of the two of them and led them out of the courtyard. Dinen took one last look at the burning granary, and motioned for Gianna to go.

"I'll look for as many traces of necromancy as I can." Gianna suggested, "Maybe I'll be able to find their lair, or at least somewhere they've done it." ”

Dinen can't do that for you. He really couldn't track down the clues that only fellow spellcasters could see. So he just nodded and said, "Don't mess up." ”

Gianna glared at him, "You just can't say good things, can you?" ”

"Have you been complimented by any wolf, Miss Proudmoore?" "The answer, of course, is no, because their mouths are only used to bite their prey, which is a commendable pragmatism." ”

"Maybe they won't praise me, but they will praise their own kind. It's a social etiquette that works. ”

Dineen let out a low laugh from deep in his throat, "Are you sure you and I are the same kind?" ”

Gianna looked at him cautiously.

"You're not trying to tell me you're a werewolf, are you?" She asked worriedly and expectantly.

Dineen took a deep breath and really started to worry if she was going to mess up something.

Just before he could express his concern, a rush of footsteps suddenly interjected. Dinen cut off, and Itreg and Gianna gripped their weapons, ready to meet the unexpected visitors.

"-Darien?" Tyran and Renault exclaimed together.

The blonde boy stopped at the sight of them, and without even answering his brother's greeting, he stood there and began to gasp, then coughed violently. He had obviously made it all the way, his face covered in sweat and his coat as dirty as Renault's, but he was covered in grass juice and dirt compared to the ashes on his brother's walls.

Seeing that Darian was coughing and trembling, and he couldn't even stand on his feet, Tyran hurriedly ran over to help him sit down. Renault took a step slower, so he had to put his outstretched hand back into his pocket and glare, "What are you running out for?" ”

Darien coughed several more times, barely straightened his breath, he suppressed his throat, and whispered, "I, worry, you ......"

"You're the one who should be worried the most!" Renault exclaimed, "Hell, what the hell do you think, just sneaking out alone, or in the middle of the night?" Father is going crazy! ”

"Alright, Renault." Tyran stopped, "Don't accuse Darian, don't you do the same yourself?" ”

Renault's face sank and he stopped talking.

Dineen watched this scene from afar, and since the person who could complain was not around, he had to mumble "stubborn little ghost" to himself, and then looked at Gianna. The latter said, "It seems that this is the third message I am going to bring." ”

"There won't be a fourth." Dineen said categorically, "Please." ”

Gianna shrugged her shoulders and began to chant the teleportation spell.

When she was completely enveloped in blue light, Dineh, who had been expressionless, suddenly spoke, "Good luck." ”

Gianna only had time to glance back at him, her face filled with obvious surprise. Then her figure vanished without a trace, leaving only a few blue spots of light in its place, slowly floating in the air.