The two walked along the stone road one after the other, the tombstones on both sides gradually disappeared into darkness, and the moonless night was reminiscent of crime and despair, Tarrant grabbed his halberd, "It was your plan to make him confess?"

"This is my plan," said Kira Veton, wrapped around his cloak, his figure ghostly in the darkness.

"So...... Not even your teammates agreed?"

"I have no teammates, ignorant and weak people, and if you want to do justice, you have to act before you commit a crime!"

The priest's head is full of weird logic and has been separated from his teammates, and Tarrant must follow her to make sure nothing happens, "It's just an idea before the crime is committed, everyone has a sinful idea, don't you think it's a little ridiculous to act before the crime?"

"Hahaha, it's ridiculous," the ghost trembled slightly under his cloak, "and now that it has been done, justice has been defiled! You, like all paladins, are as ignorant as all paladins and can only protect justice that has been wantonly abused, poor worm." ”

The unpleasant remarks provoked Tarrant's extreme disgust at the fallacy, but he did not continue arguing, Kiraviton was not normal, and there was no point in arguing with a madman, he would only belittle himself.

The graveyard was blowing an eerie wind, accompanied by a "whining" chirping, something was time to wake up, and when the last rays of light reached the horizon, a very small number of the owners who lived here would wake up, and they liked to linger near their new homes until the first rays of sunlight appeared, as Simili joked with the living.

"What else do you know about the Ancient Wizards' Society?" Tarrant asked.

"A group of people locked up in huts without a normal life. ”

“...... What about other than that?"

"What do you want to know?" "Kirawiton turned his head to look ahead to the left, where there was a faint twilight that appeared a little early in the night.

"I'm curious if they're connected to the underworld for some reason," Tarrant said, looking at the twilight, as if a figure was running out of it.

"Psilocamores? They don't bother to know lower creatures, they don't even have an interest in sex. ”

Spirit-sucking monsters and sex, unrelated words, Tarrant laughed secretly, "low-level creatures", Tarrant did not refute Kiraviton's statement, and explained it with her logic: Who cares.

The guy in the twilight sees two people on the stone path running towards them, shouting "Help!" Behind him is a wadding, crippled humanoid, a zombie.

Kira Veton continued, "Spirit suckers, a sexless race, why can't they be allowed to live well?"

She was well aware of Mara's work, apparently mocking Tarrant, who was even more disgusted by the recurring word in her mouth that should be avoided, "Do you see everything about sex?"

"Isn't it pitiful that they and they don't have enough partners to have enough food? ”

"Help, help!" the yellow-haired young man threw himself at Kira Veton with his outstretched hand, "Help!" The priest stopped, and the young man fell to the ground, panting and shouting, "Zombies!

"Uhh

Tarrant looked at the young man, in a long-sleeved coarse cloth coat, both cuffs frayed, hemp rope instead of a belt around his waist, ill-fitting trousers stuck to his calves, wet soil on his knees and arms, and stone dust marks on his chest, the poor, a poor man robbing a tomb, at his own expense.

The zombie dragged his left leg, which was connected by rotten muscle, towards the priest, and stretched his hands forward, "Woo-" A fat tender yellow maggot fell from his arm.

"Ahh......h

Kira Vedon raised his left hand, palm facing the zombie, "Mortal Spirits Worship!"

The "Woo ......" zombie's movements became slower and slower, and finally stopped on the side of the road, with his hands flat and his eye sockets down, and more bugs fell out.

The undead control zhì, a technique that only the priests of the evil camp can use, explains the absurd logic of Kira Vidon's series of absurdities, as Tarrant raises his halberd and cuts the waist of the body, which splits into two and lays flat on the ground, with a bright red ring shining on its ring finger.

The young man lay on the ground, his head up, breathing heavily, his fingers trembling uncontrollably, he had paid the price for his crimes.

Kira Veton stepped over the young man, "Can the Psivain handle this?"

The dead thing has no mind and is not affected by the psychic explosion, but it does not prove that the spirit sucking monster is a low-level creature, and Tarrant sarcastically said, "The guys of the ancient wizarding society have a mind of more than 28?"

"Haha", she ends the argument with this interjection.

After turning the corner, the lights of the orphanage in the distance came into view, and the chanting could be faintly heard coming from the orphanage, and the eulogy was that the empire had taught them to be grateful for the existing qiē, and taught them to always be ready to serve the empire.

A carriage stopped outside the fence, looking familiar, "Your Excellency, you're finally here!" the driver opened the door.

It was the carriage he had been in, and Tarrant couldn't believe that the coachman had been waiting here, "I remember letting you go first." ”

"Yes, my lord, but I can't get a carriage back in the lotus lamp area. ”

"You've been waiting here?" said Kira Veton, who had already gotten into the car.

"You paid me enough money to keep me waiting all day," the driver nodded respectfully.

It is rare to have such an honest person, Tarrant found that he was more and more easily moved, there were too many bad things happening around him, and the occasional enthusiasm seemed extremely precious, he nodded to the coachman, "Go to the research institute first." ”

"Yes sir," the coachman closed the door, and the carriage slowly drove out of the cemetery, "I'm still worried that something will happen to you in the cemetery. ”

"Not many people dare to mess with such a thick fork," Tarrant tapped the door with the tip of his halberd.

Kira Veton raised the corners of her mouth slightly, "It's appropriate", and she slowly lifted her left leg and straddled the seat, half-lying.

The carriage shook slightly, the two sat silently opposite each other, the pair of seductive eyes stared at Tarrant's chest and moved around, and finally stopped on Tarrant's face, showing a meaningful smile, Tarrant felt uncomfortable, he awkwardly avoided the window, the carriage had entered the administrative area, the highest tower of the institute flashed lights, and Culpeber finally had time to return to the institute.

"Knight, you don't like women?" the creature rubbed its lower abdomen.

Tarrant liked the scent of the phoenix, but Kiravidon's movements scared him, not the fear of psilocs or other monsters, it was a fear of wanting to get out of the way and not be discovered.

"My lord, the research institute has arrived. ”

Feeling relieved, Tarrant hurriedly poked his head out, the lights in the room were not on, and he was already gone? ”

"Yes, sir. ”

Tarrant ran into the hall, and the old man was mopping the floor, "Hey, hey, stop!" the old man shouted waving his tools, "Didn't you see I just wiped it clean!"

Clear footprints on the floor, Tarrant took a step back, "Is Katrina still there?"

"Stand back!" the old man rushed to Tarrant, "Stand back!"

"Is Katrina still there?"

"Oh my God, the floor just wiped clean! Can't you respect the others?"

"Sorry, sorry, is Katrina here?"

"Your fiancée and a handsome young man are gone", the old man looked up gloatingly, "she asked me to tell you that you are out of play." ”