Draenor felt a disconnect in the other party's logic, perhaps to leave room for him to continue thinking.

He desperately hoped that it was just madman's nonsense, but it was undeniable that the exorcist's words resonated with his own feelings in the dream.

"That's one of the reasons I've come to Certon, to erase the beastly civilians and bring them rest." Lopud pointed to the suitcase he was carrying.

"You haven't answered my question yet."

Determined in his heart that everything the other party had done was a simple introduction to himself, Draenor blinked, turning his gaze to Viklico.

"But what does all this have to do with her, and with you, who came all the way to find us?"

Although he was very curious about how the other party relied on his own strength to find it all the way through that sea area and the vast desert, those were not important, what he cared about the most was the purpose of the other party's thousands of miles away.

"That's the second and most important reason...... Vicilico continued, picking up a scroll from the table and handing it to Lentano.

"This is the lost part of the poem that De Longvis the Great has lost, and it records the legend of Flora, the moon goddess, who was once a god that the Misareans once worshipped."

She continued, "Flora is the god of dreams, and many civilizations have rumored about her, such as the Sadro who believed that Flora guided them to the northern realms of Vraktu, and the Daredevils who believed her to be the greatest patron saint. ”

"Wait a minute...... Let me slow down......" Draenor felt dizzy, he had just barely understood the story of Lopud, and now a "moon god" suddenly appeared, and his brain was already filled and almost overflowing.

"Do you think that the ability you showed to be able to travel through dreams before is also related to this moon god?" He cleared his mind and made assumptions.

"Exactly." Vekiriko nodded, turned around and picked up the crimson spear, pointing to the inscription on it, "I also felt a little strange at first, but the original owner of this spear, 'Naulion', was the former host of the moon god, and the ability to control dreams has also been passed down to me along the bloodline. ”

"Beings like the moon god are called 'superiors' by the exorcists, and Flora is the only one who is still awake. And her heir is about to come......"

"Seed of the Moon......

As soon as Draenor pronounced the words, he found that the door in front of him had been completely opened. But he didn't feel the thrill of uncovering the truth, because the gate was facing only a lonely full moon waiting to pronounce death on the world.

"That's what the Yazira call it." Lopud added, taking out a metal-sealed glass tube from his bosom and placing it by the window, "The Azra people are eager to gain knowledge that humans cannot understand, just like the alchemists of Nikanlos who spied on the body hundreds of years ago, they tried to get in touch with the moon god, using her terrifying power to completely envelop Canaan in the nightmare Zheng But the mere method of ritual is not enough to gain the favor of the moon god......"

"So, they chose a different way."

Draenor looked at the black gelatinous object floating in the glass tube, which seemed to swim gently into an untouched corner of the sun, as if it had life.

"Create a new moon god." Lopud added.

"Heh......"

Draenor sneered, not that he was amused by the absurdity, on the contrary, he was so surprised that his bold hypothesis had been confirmed, and he couldn't help but laugh in surprise.

"We've seen the horrors of that monster before." He looked at Jeanne and Vicchilico, eager to get an affirmative response from them, "Those pitch-black tentacles, they can be seen in the southern seas of Fraktu at the foot of Mount Fuji, and even on the plague doctor. But I never thought they could be called 'gods'......"

"No, those are not ......"

Knock knock!

A short, rapid knock on the door interrupted Errao's conversation, and before everyone could reply, the door to the ward had been completely opened, and a knight with a white beard walked in.

"Delaenor, it's good news to hear about your recovery, and the mission is quite well done."

"Mikhail...... Thank you, Captain, for visiting the patient in person, and please forgive me for not being able to stand up and salute. Draenor changed his tone and bowed lightly as he leaned over the bed.

"Excess etiquette doesn't have to be taken to heart. Go ahead......" Mikhail whispered to the guards beside him, motioning for them to wait at the door.

"The victim's family already knows the truth of the matter, and we have already delivered the pension to her the morning after the team is closed." Mikhail, as usual, went straight to the point.

"What did she know?" Draenor asked, unable to believe that the Knights had taken the initiative to disclose the existence of the monster to the public.

"Can you still walk?" The head of the regiment suddenly became serious, and seemed to ignore the other party's question.

"I think it's fine, sir." Draenor struggled to get up from the bed with Jeanne's support, staggering a few steps before holding on to the window frame to his feet.

"Even if you can't, you have to try, you can't be paralyzed in bed for the rest of your life, especially now that there is something you need to see with your own eyes." Mikhail walked to the door and glanced back at the exorcist, "Mr. Lopud, come with us." ”

After taking two more steps, Draenor patted Jeanne on the shoulder, "It's okay, it doesn't matter if you walk, I think the Knights have made a new discovery." ”

Jeanne knowingly let go of his arm and watched him and the exorcist leave the room.

From the moment he reached the hallway, Mikhail had regained his usual windy pace, and Draenor embarrassedly put a hand on the shoulders of the exorcist, almost dragging himself to keep up with the leader.

"Two nights ago, we received a report from Dino and arrived at the scene to conduct a search, in addition to the murderer's body, we also found a male corpse with a different head, do you know this?" The regimental commander asked without looking back.

"It was the victim of No. 16 Narcissus Street, Rao's husband, and he was dying when I met him." Draenor tried to explain, deliberately not revealing the fact that he had killed him with his own hands.

"At least his head was still attached to his body when you met him, otherwise there's no evidence of his identity, can he?"

"Yes, I regret it......" Draenor's voice was so low that he could barely hear it, and the guilt of brutally killing innocents welled up in his heart again.

"Regret what? Didn't you leave him alone and struggle a little longer? The head of the regiment tilted his head and said coldly, "Don't worry, I don't mean to blame you." You have made the right choice, and if you are afraid to save a pigeon that is dying in captivity in a birdcage, you can only bring it relief...... Mine is more than just opening a cage......"

"Yes......" Draenor raised his head slightly, but the commander's words were not enough to erase the guilt in his heart, the tomb was not a battlefield, and the enemy who appeared in front of him at that time was not anything, and nothing could cover up the fact of killing.

It was his own will......

Draenor repeatedly stressed inwardly, hoping that this would suppress the self-blame that was spreading in his chest.

After passing around the corner, the guards followed the regimental commander to a stop in front of an iron gate.

"We brought the remnants of the site back to the guild hospital for examination, but no one expected such a strange result......" Mikhail pointed to the closed iron door.

"As for why I claimed it was the 'right choice' before, you'll see for yourself later."