The priest called out to Viklico in a low, whimpering voice, she didn't know if the other person had recognized her identity the moment they looked at each other, but she was sure she had never seen such a person, even though he had a very standard Eichenryde accent.

After a moment's hesitation, Viklico walked sideways into the courtyard of the church, closed the door, and followed the priest's footsteps.

She looked closely at the structure of the church, without any superfluous ornamentation, at least from this angle, it looked like a real fortress, not even any imprints or signs that would distinguish the sect.

"You seem to have known I was coming?" She couldn't help but break the silence and asked the priest who was walking ahead.

"In the early days, I was convinced. But more than ten years have passed, and I can't help but have some doubts......"

I shouldn't have asked that...... Instead, Vicilia was speechless, and she wanted to know what the letter was about, who was this priest, and what happened to Draenor more than ten years ago?

At least she could be sure that the old man, who looked to be almost seventy, was definitely not Draenor, or perhaps a fellow villager he had met in Luna Ormon......

"That letter, you should have received it. It was written shortly after Mr. Delano arrived at Ludwig Cathedral, and he had not been able to finish all of his words in his letter, and I am afraid that he would not have this opportunity in the future. The priest whispered as if muttering to himself.

"What does this mean...... Draenor ...... "Vicilico had already thought of the worst, and her fingers involuntarily pinched the corners of her clothes.

The priest was silent, and walked straight to the corner of the courtyard like an emotionless machine. Less than five meters away was a cemetery, and under a tall cedar tree sat a woman, dressed like a nun, clutching a blue gem in her hand, looking at the low building on the side.

"Let's ...... Graceful? ……”

Vikily looked at the woman's face, her long jet-black hair flattering the contours of her light brown face...... You can't go wrong, that's her!

Viklico took a step to run towards her, but the priest grabbed her left hand, and the force that was so hard to break free held her firmly in place.

"That's her old name...... It seems that you don't know what happened more than ten years ago......"

She forced herself to regain her composure, and turned to wait for the priest to continue.

"Mr. Draenor is dead. He brought Jeanne, possessed by an invisible object, to ask for help from the Church, from the Exorcist's mentor, Janorian. There was only one way to save this poor girl, and that was with the blood of a godkiller......

"Mr. Draenor made his choice, and the exorcism went smoothly, freeing Miss Na from the demon's torment, but since then she has lost all her memories...... I'm sorry, but I have to tell the truth, it's Delaenau's own choice after all. ”

Vikily stared at the ground with her head down, her mind still replaying the promise she had made with Draenor years ago when she left.

"I am waiting for you in Vlaktu, waiting for your triumphant ......"

"Thank you, at least for giving me a chance to accept reality...... Allow me to say my final goodbyes to my friends. ”

Seeing Viklico's determined eyes, the priest was sure that she had completely calmed down, and slowly let go of her hand.

"The Vikings' final mission is also complete......"

The priest whispered to himself, took a key from his coat pocket, handed it to her, and turned to walk towards the church.

Pushing open the iron door of the cemetery, Viklico walked up to the nun, barely making a sound, for fear of disturbing her concentration.

"It was a great afternoon, wasn't it?"

The nun closed her eyes and turned to Viklico.

"Let's ...... Nun, what are you staring at? Vicchily couldn't resist saying the name, she was sure that it was Jeanne sitting in front of her, but she seemed to be really ...... Can't remember anything...... 33 Listen to the book

"No, I'm just listening to the wind." The nun shook her head, opened her eyes, and said.

The eyes were covered with a gray mist, and the beautiful golden pupils had solidified into a dull stone—she couldn't see anything......

"Listen to the wind?"

"Well, listen to the wind......" the nun replied in a slightly self-deprecating tone, stroking the outline of the gem with her fingers.

"The wind can tell me a lot of things, it's the sound of nature, and nature is where each of us ends up, so ...... The wind allows me to hear the call of those who have passed away. The nun blinked, tilting her head to introduce herself to Viklico. I'm sorry, but because of my illness, I may have said something strange...... My name is Lusha, I'm the grave keeper here, would you like to see the monument? ”

"My pleasure ......" Vicilico helped the nun to her feet and walked towards the low building she had been looking at.

The building looks like a canopy, not shabby, but after 20 years of wind and rain, it is inevitable that the walls will be slightly cracked and peeled. Directly opposite the gate stood a large stone monument, behind which was a statue, a statue of an exorcist armed with a fiery gun and a greatsword.

"Draenor ......" Vicilico lowered her voice as she read the words on the stele, her heart twisting like a knife, because the familiar name seemed so strange and unreachable from her mouth......

"The Moon Chaser who dispelled the fog of nightmares......" The nun slowly withdrew her arms and walked to the tombstone, kneeling on her knees, reading the words with her fingers.

"A cure for Canaan...... eyes," she continued, perhaps a delusion on the part of Viklico, the nun's voice mixed with a faint hint of sadness.

"The Stellar ...... of the Ludwig Church"

"Chadwick. Draenau. Vicilico walked forward slowly, finishing the last line of the monument with the nun.

“…… He is our savior, you and my companion......"

Vikily hesitated for a moment, still trying to revive the sleeping memories in Jeanne's mind.

"In a sense, yes." The nun stood up and wiped tears from her eyes.

"Do you remember him?" As if grasping the tail of hope, Vikily asked the nun eagerly.

"No, I don't even know what he looks like, after all, I couldn't see anything before this statue was built......"

Yes, really...... The flickering flame was completely extinguished, and Vikily frowned, forcing herself not to let the bright red tears spill out of her eyes, swallowing the pain and sadness of the memories of Draenor.

She turned, piling up her bleak thoughts into a corner out of sight, telling herself that there was nothing left here, and that it was time to leave.

"But I think...... I don't know why I feel this way...... I just feel that he is important, more important than the sun, the earth, life, more than everything. ”

Vikiriko suddenly stopped, silent, and stared at the back behind her.

"Maybe I've seen him somewhere, I might even say I've always longed for him, but I can't see anything, and he's just a statue that can't speak......"

The nun looked up and met the statue with cloudy eyes, a complicated smile on her face.

"And he's always been here, right by my side, never leaving ......"

A gentle breeze blew, carrying the sun-melted air, swept away the tears that had slipped down the nun's face, and swept through Viklico's body towards the distant sea.

She seemed to hear the whispers of the wind, and without much dwelling and confiding, it was enough to tell a story from a long time ago—a story about a stranger.