The dryad's eyes lit up. "Come, hold," a black fruit-like object the size of a human head was thrown into his hand.

"Just gently throw this fetus into the middle of the group!" the dryad grabbed a stone with his big hand and tossed it forward, making such strokes.

"That's it!" said the dryad, a little excited.

Old Charlotte asked suspiciously, "Then what's in it for me!"

"The good thing is that this fetus will belong to you! This is the little one I have conceived for thousands of years! And only then can you leave this space! This is an endless space for me," the dryad said vicissitudes.

"Otherwise, you little creature will be by my side forever!" the dryad's voice suddenly became low and dark.

The thought turned, and old Charlotte paused at this point. What followed was a matter of secrecy that Old Charlotte could not tell.

"Uncle Charlotte, keep talking, what's going on?" Ryan got caught up in the mysterious story.

"Later, I used this fruit to crack that space and returned to the village" Old Charlotte seemed to have something deliberately hidden, skipping the story that happened at the last moment.

Mondri pondered, not knowing what he was thinking.

Kashman was also attracted by this story, "Then this is the fruit of the tree spirit! Did Nia drink the water soaked in this fruit?" "Otherwise, how could little Nia be beautiful and smart"

Ryan said in a funny way, "I can't imagine that Nia secretly drank the fruit... Slurry!" Ryan quipped.

Nia glared at Ryan. "Mr. Kahiman don't make fun of your lovely students"

"It's getting late, then we're leaving," Kashman reminded Mondri that it was time to leave.

"Come back and sit down when you're free!"

After leaving the door, Mondri was still in a state of thought.

"Bishop Mondri, what are you thinking about again?" asked Kashman.

Mondri paused his silent thoughts, reached out and pressed Kashman's shoulder.

"This old Charlotte has a story!" Mondry looked at Ryan.

Mondstadt suddenly smiled and looked at Ryan. "Little one, do you know what that is?

"What does Ryan know there," Kerchman quipped.

Ryan smiled. "Looking at the expression of that old Charlotte!" He estimated that he had been cheated" As a good young man in the 20th century in China, he still has a certain ability to judge.

"Also, I guess his mission to Mocha is the fruit, and old Charlotte may be saying, 'Hey, old Mondry!, don't bother me, I'm behind the scenes!, and I'm just here to complete a mission," Ryan analyzed according to his own thoughts.

"Look, little Ryan is smarter than you!" Mondry looked at Ryan with admiration.

Kashman looked at Ryan in amazement. "Little one, can you reason?

"Those brilliant fellows, every word has a special meaning, that old Charlotte said so much, so proud, and in the end ended silently and I don't see what he is proud of in this story, according to old Charlotte, his role is only to help the tree spirit throw a fruit into some strange crowd! This is not a heroic feat" Ryan shook his head.

"Later, I thought about it, old Charlotte couldn't say anything proud, and he didn't mainly come to tell about it, so it was of special significance! As a priest of the Holy Church, he had been a stranger to the church in just ten years, and he must have had some unpleasant things with the church! Bishop Mondri must have been excited to come on behalf of the church! Perhaps he was afraid that Bishop Mondri would affect his plans" Ryan's eyes blinked widely.

Kashman clapped his hands "snapped". "Although there is some suspicion of forcible analysis, but you are only eleven years old, little one!

"So, Uncle Mondry, why don't you arrest this guy on the spot and find out his secrets!" asked Kashman.

Mondri shook his head. "At the end of the light is darkness, and darkness and light alternate with each other! As long as he has not done something dark, I, the old fellow of the Holy Church, cannot do anything to him!" Mondry muttered to himself, "The gods of darkness are different evil gods!"

Kashman and Ryan pondered for themselves. Ryan still pondered the source of Old Charlotte's curiosity about him.

"Little Ryan, are you back?" said Muna, cooking dinner.

"Sister Muna, has my father Buck written from me?" Buck and Leah had returned to Stark Village a few days earlier.

Ryan was urging Buck and Leah to move.

"By the way, Brother Liss hasn't come home yet!"

"Didn't hear from Buck's father!Leth just came back and ran out again," Ryan walked to the door and looked around. I suddenly remembered the picture of Liss sneakily communicating with people at this door that day. Under normal circumstances, Leith would not have gone out so late.

At the gate of Mocha Town, several people left in a hurry, carrying large and small cloth bags in their hands.

Among them was Ryan's older brother Lis. "Hey, what did you bring!" asked the guy next to Leith.

"It's a live turkey," Liss triumphantly lifted the big turkey in his hand. What a fat turkey!

Leith looked at the hand of the guy next to him, the underweight of the cloth bag. "What are you carrying, Doron?"

"A snowbird! just a little smaller!" Doron replied with some regret.

"Speed up, just bring the sacrifice, don't talk about it" The leader of the group scolded the conversation between Liz and Doron.

Out of the door, I went straight into the dense jungle to the north.

Today is the sacrificial ceremony of the Blood Sect! Leith had heard the encouragement of several fellow soldiers to join such a seemingly formal sect.

The purpose of the Blood Sect is: The evil of the world is all in the blood, and if you want to wash away your sins, you must offer your blood! But anyone who has some common sense of the church will be frightened into a cold sweat when he hears such a church slogan, and this is obviously an evil god organization!

Several important figures came to the Blood Sect's Mocha Rite Sacrifice Ceremony.

Deep in the dense jungle north of Mocha City, in an area carved out, there were three people standing on a blood-colored carpet and a wooden platform, and the three of them were wrapped in blood-colored robes, so that people could not distinguish any difference. Standing around the audience were several messengers in the same costume.

The three of them looked at the believers who came one after another, nodded and sighed with mutual relief, there were more than 20 believers who had arrived at this time.

Custer, the leader of the three, glanced at the offerings in the sacrificial pool!, "It's not enough! After all the believers have arrived, if it's not enough, you need to select the devout believers and let them be washed with blood!" Custer said calmly to Murley behind him.