There are pale tombstones all over the field of vision, there is no figure of the black boy, he has already left? Tarrant glanced around, there is indeed no one, could it be Elliott? Tarrant looked at Feng Lan, few people knew that Mara liked this kind of flower, from the purple stamens exuded an elegant and faint fragrance, just after picking, when the carriage entered the cemetery, no one went out, maybe left through the other door, Tarrant put the flower upright in front of the tomb, and sat cross-legged.

"Long time no see," Tarrant touched the base of the tombstone as if to shake her hand, though they never had to be so formal when they met, "I just came back from Tinvort Mountain, and you missed a big fight. ”

The names on the tombstones watched him quietly and listened to him.

"It's a great feeling now, no restraints, no command, I gave myself a big vacation, I can rest for a while", Tarrant rubbed his beard, and the smile he barely made disappeared immediately, "Hey......", he couldn't fool himself, it was empty and confused, like a ship lost in the fog, unable to find a dock to dock.

He placed the halberd on the grass, "Mara, look at this, the artifact found in the temple of the god of wisdom, if there was this thing when it was in Tinwo Mountain...... You'll be fine...... Biantris must be jealous of me, stronger than Silver Fang and Gomorrah, and I will be a legend that night", he imagined that the night when the halberd sucked into the magic of the dark elves would fight back furiously, and he thought of the name Biantris, which seemed a little strange after not mentioning it for a long time, where would that scruffy poet be now?

Tarrant also has the opportunity to become a spokesperson, now that he thinks about it, it seems to be hundreds of years away, the blue temple and the British and American elves, he actually has the courage to refuse the demigodhead, hehe, Tarrant laughed dryly, a little regretful, the decision that can change his life is only hastily ended in a few seconds, he could have inherited the wisdom and erudition of the god of knowledge......

Tarrant fell back and lay on the grass, the green leaves were sandwiched with the smell of dry dust, the white clouds in the light blue sky slowly floated and combined into abstract shapes, long-lost comfort, Tarrant closed his eyes, "Mara, the prophet can't predict my future, is it because of you?"

She appears in Tarrant's hallucinations, but also in the darkness of chaos, which may be a deep guilt of consciousness, which Tarrant has seen from a book on mental illness in the faith store, from unconscious consciousness, a demonic barrier that the self cannot escape, but Tarrant is more inclined to believe that Mara is inside him, lurking quietly.

"Mara, if you're here, let me know, okay?"

A stream of phoenix fragrance wafted into his nose, strong and passionate, not something that Feng Lanhua could do, Tarrant opened his eyes violently, "Mara!"

A pair of slender legs stood above his head, and along the white skin was a brown leather armor, nay, it was not a suit but a skirt, wrapped tightly in the narrow darkness, and a silver-white mace was tied to the waistband, and through the gap between the breastplates could be seen a pair of eyes with purple makeup.

Tarrant sat up in a panic and turned to look at her, bewitching priest, how could she be here?

"You're Mara's teammate?" she kicked off her halberd and sat down, her legs arched, her cloak spread over the name of the tombstone behind her.

Tarrant nodded unnaturally, "You...... "He never knew that Mara and Kiraviton knew each other.

"She likes Feng Lan, she just saw some plucked over", her thumb touched the name of the tombstone, "Which one are you?"

"Tarrant. ”

"Judgment Paladin," she smiled softly, "Mara mentioned you. ”

"Oh, she didn't mention you," Tarrant said truthfully.

"Of course, I don't get along well with her, and I can only say a word or two when we meet occasionally", Kira Veton curled her long black hair in her ear, "just like now, haha, Mara, your little sweetheart has come to see you." ”

Disgusting noun, Tarrant sighed, "You shouldn't have said that." ”

"Hahaha, the little sweetheart is going to be angry", the priest's hand slowly moved to the leather armor on his chest, the opening of the leather armor almost divided it in half from neck to chest, the leather armor rose and fell slightly, as if it was a longing for a fiery gaze, "What will you do to me?"

The words were full of teasing, Tarrant had heard that she had a certain problem, but he didn't expect to expose the problem so thoroughly in the first contact with her, and he restrained his disgust, "I understand how people who can't get along with you feel." ”

"Yes", Kira Veton smiled more and more cheerfully, her face was used to being rejected with disdain, "Man or woman", her legs rubbing against each other and slowly straightening down, a phoenix fragrance emanating from her skin.

With the same perfume, Tarrant understood what the common language between Mara and her was, "What about your teammates?"

Pink nails moved down her chest to her knees, "Isn't it better to have no one else?, just the two of us, no one will see what to do, you can vent to your heart's content, do what you want", she smiled and leaned back on the grass, looking like she was lying on the bed.

With lightness in his bones, Tarrant's state of mind was completely destroyed, "Probably only Blengue can put up with you." ”

"Hahaha, Blenger", Kira Veton took out a large jar of wine from the Spirit Pattern Bag, "That poor man, just because a woman was abandoned by the world", she raised her head and took a big gulp, "The world is ridiculous, knight, come a little?"

The smell of dragon wine, in order to stay awake, Tarrant hadn't touched this thing for a long time.

"Why?, don't drink?" Kilaveton wiped the corners of her mouth, "A boy who doesn't drink, can Mara put up with you?"

Tarrant reluctantly reached out and took the jar that had been thrown over, with a delicate red lip print on it, and he turned it around and poured it, the taste burning his tongue all the way down, stirring up a burning discomfort in his stomach.

"Hahaha, next, it's time to do something that real men like", Kira Veton's glamorous tongue coiled around her lips, as if consciously calling out to her companion.

Tarrant took another sip, his consciousness gradually boiled, he didn't want to make a mistake, he simply lay straight on the grass, "Whew!

"There are more painful things," the priest's foot wandered over Tarrant's shoulder.

Tarrant rubbed his slightly hot forehead, "I said, what's going on with Blenger?"

The mention of the name seemed to make the priest less interested, "the fellow, he has left Siant," and she lay down in the grass, "the poor creature who is framed, mercy is connivance, and he always makes such mistakes." ”

Tarrant turned his head, but his gaze happened to meet the priest's legs, faintly dark blue, and he turned back in a panic, "Who...... Who's framing him?"

"What a ridiculous thing a mage, a naked ruse to completely destroy a dragon-patterned paladin, hahaha", she turned the jar upside down, and the dragon wine rushed into her throat like clear water, and her chest rose and fell sharply.

Masochistic drinking, she was venting her anger, presumably because of the quarrel that had occurred in the Light of Shelter, and Tarrant asked, "Which mage?"

"Proof?!Evidence of dogs!Everyone knows he did it!" The priest shook his hand and smashed the jug aside, "Blenger, let me prove your innocence!"