This is a church, but it looks a little dilapidated, or maybe it should be said to be a temple. A small building, two stories high, with walls made of cheap white sandstone, the quiet wind bells echoing through the temple. There was some dust on its pillars, and it looked like no one had cleaned it up in a while. The stone slabs on the ground are pitted and uneven.

Only a few people occasionally come in and out to worship, but it is not uncommon for a temple to be seen in a place like Xichen Town.

This is the temple of Latour, the sun god who was worshipped during the Shurima period.

Zelas stood in front of the temple with Anchen, looking up at the tall temple and the old idol in the temple.

Zelas is a scholar and an atheist, and he doesn't believe in the existence of gods, but her mother is a new figure of a devout Latour.

Although the temple is dilapidated, the location is not bad, facing the early sun and facing the setting sun.

Anchen CCTV looked at the top of the temple: "Where is this?" ”

"The Temple of Latour." With a calm word, Zelas walked inside.

The fair was still a week away, and Zelas still had some money, but it was clearly not enough. So he was going to get some money during this time, but on the way out, he saw this temple, so he walked in.

Anchen followed Zelath into the temple, the air in the temple smelled of dust, and it had been unattended for a long time.

In the center of the temple, a statue more than a man tall stood, with some gaps and some cobwebs. But the solemn face on the statue still looked out at the sun beyond the temple.

"Temple?" Anchen seemed to want to find information about this thing in his mind, but to no avail. It looks like it's been sealed as unimportant information.

Standing still in front of the statue, Zelaston paused as if thinking of an easy-to-understand saying, for a long time: "It's the place to make a wish." ”

Making a wish, Anchen's black eyes looked at Zelas: "Will it come true?" ”

"Maybe."

“···” Looking at the statue again, An Chen's flat eyes seemed to have some more expectations.

The two stood in front of the idol, and An Chen closed his eyes as if making a wish.

Zelas, on the other hand, held his head behind his back, stared silently at the statue of Latour.

His mother used to take him to the temple to make him make a wish.

After a long time, when Anchen opened his eyes, Zelas asked lightly, "What wish did you make?" ”

A smile appeared on An Chen's face: "I want to be with Zelas, I will always be relatives." ”

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Zelas looked at the girl beside him in a daze, the morning sun just passed through the temple gate and fell on the two of them as if covered with a layer of golden light.

Hundreds of years ago, in a temple, a little boy once said the same thing to one of his mothers with an innocent smile.

After a moment of silence, Zelas turned, "Let's go." He walked out.

"Hmm." Anchen caught up with Zelas in the sun.

Zelas remembered his mother at that time, touching the little boy's hair: fool, the wish to speak will not work.

Walk in front, raise your head, the sky is clear. Zelas didn't say a word.

It's okay, the wish that is said will not be fulfilled.

Walking behind Zelas, the black knife on Anchen's waist flickered.

"Stompe." Because the location of the temple is very remote, the streets are different from the downtown area, and it is very quiet, and only a few footsteps of people can be heard occasionally, but no one can be seen.

Walking on the flat ground paved with stones, neither Anchen nor Zelas heard footsteps. But there was a footstep that kept walking.

Zelas felt a cold, vaguely angry look in his back. It was a very complicated look, and although it contained hostility, it was not murderous.

It's not the first time, he has felt this look since this morning, that person's strength is not strong, probably only about the ninth level, although he is following them, he has not acted excessively.

Originally, because his strength had not fully recovered, he didn't want to be sideways, and he didn't bother to care. But that man had followed them until now, which made his face a little ugly.

On the other side, An Chen's hand had also touched the handle of the knife, and he had obviously found something.

"I said, it's almost a day, when will Your Excellency follow?" Zelas paused, turned around, and looked at the wall on the corner with a grim look in his eyes.

Anchen faintly blocked in front of Zelas, and the black short knife slid silently into the palm of his hand.

There was silence for a moment, and then, behind the wall on the street corner, a man walked out.

It was a young girl, with long silver-white hair, a longbow that exuded a rich rune aura on her back, and her ice-blue pupils hidden under the brim of her hood, looking at the two people in front of her.

This person is the girl that Anchen knocked down yesterday.

The girl didn't speak, yesterday, she wasn't sure, but now she was sure that the person in front of her was the guy at that time. Although, I didn't expect her to be a woman.

His eyes swept coldly over Zelas, and then fell on Anchen's body.

The moment she saw An Chen, the girl's cold face covered with frost seemed to soften for a moment.

She pinched her palm, looking a little nervous, and looked at An Chen who opened her mouth, and a cold voice came out of it: "Do you remember me?" ”

··· Zelas frowned, looking at the other party's appearance, she seemed to know Anchen before.

"I don't know." Feeling the unstable runes on the other party's body, Anchen didn't care what she said, raised the knife, and for her, as long as it threatened Zelas, she would dispose of it.

Hearing An Chen's answer, the girl's body seemed to tremble: "That's it." ”

She lowered her head and half-rang, but took the rune longbow from behind her: "Then I won't bother you again, but before that, let me get rid of the scum around you." ”

As she spoke, she looked coldly at Zeroth, who had seen the scumbag leave Anchen in her room all night yesterday.

In an instant, the cold air overflowed, and in the desert heat, the sudden cold almost froze the air. The silver-haired girl pulled out the bow and arrow in her hand, and an ice-blue arrow appeared on the longbow.

But just as the girl was about to shoot the arrow, a runic power so great that she could not resist enveloped her and imprisoned her movements.

Zelas pressed a hand on Anchen's shoulder, causing her to stop, surging runes pouring out of his body, and the black-brown robe was windless.

As an ascendant who gathers the beliefs of a country, his strength is a top-notch existence even among the seventeenth-level heroes, and at his peak, he can fight with the two brothers Renekton and Nasus at the same time, and his strength can be imagined.

Even if he lost a third of his runes, he couldn't possibly be a threat to a young girl who hadn't even reached level ten.

Zelas didn't get angry, just looked at the silver-haired girl calmly: "Do you know Anchen? ”

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In the tavern in the alley, there were not many people, and a bard sat with a gil in his hand and played a quiet ditty, and scattered customers came and went.

Three strange people sat in the corner seats, opposite each other.

"That's the way it is, Anchen doesn't have any memories of before, only some fragments." Zelas calmly put down the ale in his hand.

Anchen sat beside him, drinking milk.

"You are Anchen's father?" Ash looked at Zeroth.

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Zeroth's face froze, but because of the cloth, it didn't show Ash anything: "So to speak. ”

"So, why the hell are you following us?" Holding the glass again, Zelas reluctantly brought it to his lips.

"Me." Ash still had a cold face, his tone paused, and he picked up the water in front of him and took a sip.

Suddenly, she glanced at Anchen on the side, as if she thought of something.

For example, if you have amnesia, doesn't that mean····· Thinking about it, Ash's cold face actually climbed a layer of redness.

Biting her lip, Ash seemed to have made up her mind: "She is my princess, and I am here to take her back for the wedding." ”

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Zelas's hand holding the glass paused to his lips, black lines crawling all over his forehead.

An Chen, who was sitting on the side, was holding the milk cup in a daze, and a hair on the top of his head jumped.

Ay?