Look to the south.

Ever since losing contact with Luciela in the South Abyss and not returning as scheduled, the original owner of the largest manor in the South has been walking on thin ice. That monster woman must have encountered something difficult to deal with, such as being a monster of her level, or even some unpredictable risk......

Anxiously waiting, the southern nobles who were struggling at Luciella's feet made many inquiries, and just as they caught some news from the north and Rapoll, the man came to the door on a sunny day. Perhaps it would be more appropriate to declare sovereignty, but they are the same as before, and they have no power to fight back.

Isli, the man known as the Silver King, is also a monster like Luciella.

The southern nobles were all pale and sweaty in front of Isli, and the only ones who could drive away the monsters were more terrible monsters.

But the truth is that they saw a silver king with a handsome face and impeccable manners.

He said that he was Isli, the man who had once ruled the north, and that he had come to take over all of Luciella's possession and avoid greater trouble.

Luciella's monster woman turned out to be dead, and the backs of the southern nobles were a little wetter.

This is a monster that is 10,000 times more terrifying than the demons that ordinary people fear, and they will only be more afraid.

But Isli didn't take their lives, and didn't even care about the wealth in their hands, but indifferently said that you just changed a master, and your master is not interested in wealth and reputation, so he will be taken care of by you, and don't bother him if you have nothing to do.

The southern nobles almost thought that they had misheard, that Luciela was not a good lord to serve, and in the midst of such a group of incredulous eyes, Isli sighed slightly and added.

Prepare something in the manor that is convenient for him to eat, and he will come over from time to time.

The nobles of the south breathed a sigh of relief at this time, at least, they could arrange which people the monsters ate. The owner of the manor is more relaxed, as Isli will not settle in the manor like Luciella.

The result was nothing short of a please.

The old man and woman lived a very comfortable and ridiculous life.

After another slept until it was close to noon, the owner of the manor pushed open a white leg on his belly, stepped down from the soft bed with a deep foot and a shallow foot, changed his clothes and pushed open the window, and saw a busy and full manor.

He reveled in what he saw, and watched the slave workers who had been working for a long time, until he saw two soldiers in armor and emblem of the Church of Rapoll guarding a dilapidated house on the edge of the manor.

The lord of the manor frowned, he hadn't heard of Rapoll hooking up with the silver-eyed witches, but Lord Isli's strength was definitely not comparable to those silver-eyed witches, so their group of southern nobles didn't think about the church at all.

The two soldiers of La Poul escorted a nun to the south to visit her family, and when the owner of the manor learned of such a visit, he thought about it for a long time before he could bear to covet the beautiful nun.

After all, the church is not what he wants to provoke, not to mention the rumored to be the successor of the archbishop, Priest Vincent specially arranged for the nuns to protect her.

Let them go, anyway, it will not affect their current life, the owner of the manor does not care to close the window, and turn back to his mistress who has just woken up in bed.

……

The wooden hut was a little old, and the roof walls were crudely finished, and there were more than a dozen repaired places that could be seen, like the clothes of a beggar on the street.

There were newly cracked cracks in the corners of the walls, and the floor was made of hardened dirt and stones, and the potholes were almost like walking in the wild, almost growing weeds.

All the colors in the room are darker, looking around, it turns out that all the walls are not open, and the bright sunlight can only shine through the cracks, but all the furniture is placed in an orderly manner, which brings back some impressions a little.

But in a humble room like this, the small round table in the middle was incredibly full of food, and it was so rich and varied that it was steaming, and it couldn't help but make people's appetite move.

A listless gaze was deeply absorbed in the heat of the floating and swaying meal, and licked his lips, but finally chose the flask at hand, and made a satisfied sound after a few sips.

A thick smell of alcohol and bad breath came out of his mouth.

"What else do you want to take from me? You've learned everything I know. The gray-haired old man shook the flask, his gaze swept over the delicacies, and he took a deep breath.

"If you still want to nag me to leave with you, then you can take these things, I'd rather exchange a meal for less listening to your nagging, didn't your priest tell you not to persuade an old drunkard?"

"Mr. Enrique, I want to talk to you before I leave."

Candace gathered the skirt of the nun and sat on the other side of the small round table, looking humble, "Thank you for your teachings during this time, for example, I am leaving for Rapoll today." ”

"Don't call me a teacher," the old man smacked his lips with the smell of wine, shook his head and said, "I know that you came to learn my little things, and I am worth so much, it doesn't matter, I also thank you for eating and drinking well these days." ”

"Teacher Enrique! You could have a better life, if you want. Candace had a complicated expression, why did the man who taught her those magical abilities these days resign himself to depravity and live like an annoying dog? Since she was a child, she has understood that she has to be strong to live, and it is difficult for her to understand.

The old man raised his eyes to look at Candace, scratched his arm impatiently and stared at the sumptuous food on the table, and said, "Are you really leaving today?" Okay, now that the organization is over, and you are highly talented, maybe you can be a master in the future, hahaha, can you eat? ”

Candace's hand squeezing the hem of her skirt tightened, "Still won't tell me?" Shouldn't I know some of our names, our past? ”

Listening to Candace's words, the old man nodded indifferently, and an exaggerated and funny expression flashed across his face from time to time, "What do you know?" How can a country be destroyed? Or how can a race die out in all kinds of hunts? Child, you are still very young, why should you know? ”

"Let's be honest and spend your life here, although there are some monsters here, but it looks like you can get it."

Candace pursed her lips, "But I just want to know." ”

For many years, Candace's life story was a fog, she had no memories of her childhood, let alone any tokens left by her parents, and when she learned that she belonged to a special race, or even that this race had its own country, she naturally longed to know more.

Candace looked up, her sky-blue eyes seemed to stir up a little whirlpool, and she looked directly at the old man.

Peek into the memory!

It's her way of proving her resolve even when she knows it's not feasible.

Sure enough, the old man subconsciously resisted Candace's prying eyes, and an indescribable mental pain instantly returned to Candace's head, and she almost fainted, and her brain was a mess.

"What are you holding onto! It's your fate if you don't die! The old man frowned for the first time, and when he got up, he wanted to slap him, but looking at the misty blue eyes, he withdrew his anger.

"Those people from the church are urging you again?" The old man backhanded a glimpse of some of Candace's recent memories.

"Hmm." Candace nodded forcefully, her head already lowered, "Lord Bishop is sick, cough somehow turned into a serious illness, so thin and thin, woo......"

"Hey, is there a dead man at the door! Why don't you come in and take her away! The old man knew the archbishop's status in Candace's mind.