At Ares' request, bottles of strange potions were created by the scarlet crusader apothecaries. Although no one was willing to try the potion at first, when the potion had its effect on corpses, the living began to try it. As a result, the plague patients did not continue to decay, and even gradually regained consciousness and mind, and finally, the ulcers on their bodies gradually healed.

The miraculous effect surprised the people in the Scarlet Abbey.

"The all-powerful Great Lord!"

Many of the Scarlet Veterans even worshipped Ares as a god. He not only purified the crusaders, but also saved the crusaders and saved the monastery.

The whole monastery reveled, and Whitemayne couldn't even contain his joy, and lay on Ares and wept bitterly. Before the antidote was invented, it was almost desperate here, and in the monastery, a third of the people were infected with the plague. Ares had all but saved the monastery's Scarlet Crusaders from the brink of death.

Flowers and applause spread throughout the monastery, and even Gianna was infected by this joyful atmosphere, and she stood in the corner, quietly watching Ares become a hero. However, she will keep the secret of the potion from Ares forever until the day when it can be revealed.

"Ms. Gianna, are you free? I heard that you are a high-ranking mage of Dalaran, and you will perform a spell for us. ”

A blood-colored hunter shouted excitedly when he saw Gianna sitting quietly in the corner. Everyone's eyes suddenly focused on her, which made Gianna a little embarrassed.

She slowly got up under the gaze of everyone and walked to the middle of the lawn with a smile. There was a group of scarecrows there, and everyone had wanted to light the scarecrows with torches and sing and dance together, but now all eyes were on Gianna.

"Your Excellency, show your hand, and help us light this pile of straw men."

The hunter shouted with delight. The crowd followed suit, and Ares could see Gianna's flushed face, apparently she hadn't performed a spell in front of everyone for a long time.

Gianna stopped when she was about a hundred steps away from the scarecrow, and instead of using her staff, she just chanted the spell gently. In the next second, a warm flame gathered in her hand, a distance from which she could easily hit the scarecrow and set them on fire. Save yourself the time of lighting these scarecrows.

In an instant, a blazing fireball flew out of her hand and hit the scarecrow in the distance, only to see the fireball smash into the scarecrow, and then the flames spread rapidly, igniting all the other scarecrows beside her. The whole process takes less than five seconds, and it feels like fireworks.

Everyone rejoiced, and the scene was lively and jubilant, as if it was a midsummer fire festival. Midsummer ...... Thinking of this, Gianna's heart suddenly cramped. Many years ago, when she was an ignorant girl, she was in Lordaeron, celebrating Midsummer with Arthas, and the scene at that time was very similar to this time. The cheerful crowd, the prince's handsome face, strong body, warm arms, she once pressed an oath in her heart that she would stay with Prince Arthas in this life, but no one would have thought that the world was unpredictable, Arthas actually pulled out the soul-devouring magic sword Frost Sorrow for revenge, and embarked on the endless dark road.

That year, her clumsy spell nearly set the lawn on fire, and the young Prince of Arthas comforted him with concern and no blame. Gianna wanted to go back, back to the old days, but that was no longer possible......

The night was spent in celebration, wine was spilled all over the lawn, singing echoed across the large lawn of the monastery, and even Gianna, who had never drunk alcohol, took up her glass and drunk herself......

It wasn't until the early hours of the next morning, when sunlight poured into the house through the window railing, that she woke up.

"Jenny, was I drunk last night?"

She looked at the glass of water in the corner of the table, which was still steaming. He knew that his attendant had taken care of him for a night.

Gianna looked at Jenny with some embarrassment. This maid, who followed her along the way, made her work for another night.

"Yes, Lingding is drunk. I've never seen you like this......"

Jenny replied with a smile. As she spoke, she brought a basin of warm water from outside the door and handed Gianna the towel. She hadn't even changed her clothes yet. I still have the smell of last night's alcohol and barbecue.

"Hehe, it's me who lost my temper."

"High Lord Ares seems to be waiting for you outside the door early in the morning, he said that today we are going to leave again, right?"

Jenny asked curiously.

"Oh, yes...... You didn't say I forgot, today, we are indeed leaving, I made an appointment with Ares. Did he wait outside the door for a long time? ”

Gianna asked anxiously.

"Yes, it's been a while, at least two hours."

Jenny replied honestly.

"Then you go out and talk to him, please wait for another half an hour, and I'll take a shower and go out."

Looking at the hidden door, Gianna confessed to Jenny.

……

Outside the door.

"Ares, why can't you take me with you on every trip?"

Standing in front of Ares, Whitemane asked with some dissatisfaction. On her last trip, she was in the monastery, and this time, she was going to do so.

"Hehe, the reason is very simple, you are the grand prosecutor here, and the monastery is dominated by the two of us. There are two of us, and one of us has to stay here. Traveling to Gilneth, the cursed kingdom, is a dangerous task that I can only go to. With the Ember Messenger in hand, he can deal with many dangers. You go out and can't cope. So you can only stay here. ”

Looking at Whitemayne's fair face, Ares said with a faint smile. Haruka remembered that two months ago, when she had come to the convent for the first time, freed the soul of old Mograine, and killed Renault, the little girl was still resentful, very dissatisfied with herself, even hateful. Now, just two months later, everything is different. Ares guessed that Whitemane had probably found the books related to the ghost flash, confirming that what she saw that day was Alexandre Rhodes. Mograini's soul, so, forgave himself.

While Ares was chatting with Whiteman, Gianna's maid, Jenny, ran out.

"Gianna said she would wash up a little and come out in half an hour, please wait a little longer, and she asked me to convey her apologies."

With that, the little maid ran in again.

"She's beautiful."

Whitemane read silently.

"Who are you talking about?"

"Nope."

Seeing Ares asking, Whitemane pretended not to say anything.

"You said Gianna. She was indeed beautiful, and she had such a high reputation among the people that she could even muster an army, an army willing to move with her. ”

Ares said with a smile.

"Okay, but I'm most concerned about the Ember Bringer and when it will be purified."

Whitemane diverted the conversation elsewhere.

"Alas, I don't know about this either, maybe a year, maybe two years, maybe with my ability, I will never be able to purify it."

Ares sighed.