Disappointed and scared, when what she expected really happened, Mary realized that the regret and guilt just now were not the end at all. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Fenterin pushed Mary away, and also confirmed Mary's own thoughts, what she did really broke the hearts of the "relatives", although these "relatives" have no blood relationship with themselves, but the life experience of the past twenty years cannot be forgotten.

"I wonder what I've been wrong with you in the past twenty years. The cough slowly stopped, and Ventrin's voice weakened considerably, and the old man seemed to be one step closer to death.

"From the moment I brought you back, I treated you like my own daughter. I haven't had any neglect of education, identity, or clothing......" Fenterling kept blaming the other party, and every word she said was true.

Mary stood aside, silently listening to the old man's reproach, which she had imagined along the way, and the rebuttal she had prepared but could not say now.

"I didn't regret any of my decisions or mistakes, but today I regret the kindness I made twenty years ago, but it's too late......" Standing up on the handrails, Ventlin looked at his daughter, "Can you tell me what you have been dissatisfied with in the past twenty years?"

"Respect ......" was a faint sound, but it could reach the ears of the two people present.

Phenterin didn't appear to be surprised, but in his opinion it was just one of the more important ones, not the most important.

"For the past twenty years, everyone has been reminding me of my identity, that I am the daughter of a pirate, that I am a captive, and that I am lucky that I am still alive and now. Word by word, Mary told the other her reasons, her voice getting louder and her emotions getting more and more intense.

"It's only because of the kindness of my father's enemy that I can live until now, and I have these things!"

"Everyone told me every moment how privileged I was to be a captive!" said Mary at last, speaking her heart to the old man.

The excitement of emotions did not make Ventlin change in any way, and the eyes of the other party did not waver in the slightest.

"Did I tell you that? Did I do that?" Phenterin took in the excitement in his eyes, but was not moved by the excitement.

“......”

"Where's Lonnal?"

“......”

"Where's Annie?"

“......”

Mary didn't answer each other's three questions, and her eyes had flinched, and she shook her head slightly, as if to tell each other what her answer was.

"I have always regarded you as my own daughter, a year ago, although I was old, I was still able to pick up the sword and pull the longbow......" The body that stood up did not confirm that what the old man said was true, and the shaking body showed his current weakness.

"But now, I'm like this, I'm old and frail, and some people say I'm incompetent. ”

"You say, if I didn't do it for you, would I be like this?" the old man now let out an angry roar, as if he was questioning the other party with all his vitality.

Mary was speechless, knowing that the respect and argument she just said were so powerless, she had always owed the other party, not that the other party couldn't live with her.

"I just want Anne to be happy right now...... I just want to be with Anne......" Mary kept backing away, feebly making her own demands, even though the other was not able to satisfy them.

"Let's be realistic, you can't be happy with Anne, and Anne hates you so much......" Mary waited for the other to follow, but Fenterling was no longer able to speak the full counsel.

The flame of life of the old man who lost the candle in the wind was finally extinguished.

The old and frail duke finally fell heavily to the ground, his angry eyes never closed, and he still regretted the world.

The city of Nekov was breached, and what was thought to be a long siege was over in just one day, and the army that insisted on resisting to the last could not buy a little time for subsequent reinforcements.

The bustling city of Ankitan is now a bloody slaughterhouse, and the corpses of undead creatures scattered throughout the city can be seen everywhere by the citizens walking on the streets, and the bloody streets are filled with a foul smell, and the church and the army are actively disposing of these corpses to prevent these things from causing a plague and bringing ruin to the city.

The battle continued until this morning, starting with the city guards and the Northern Army joining the war against the undead, then with the Church of Reverdeon and Woodman, and then with the citizens of the city as the battle expanded.

It eventually evolved into a massive battle that spread throughout the city.

As a force in the city, the personnel of the Magic Guild could not avoid this battle, although the personnel are very scarce now, but as mages, they still contributed a lot of results in last night's battle.

Ulrik, the only expert-level mage in the city at the moment, has the most outstanding performance, like a humanoid harvester, and the undead in the places where Ulrik walks will die in batches, and these fearless undead have become targets in front of each other.

The clergy of the church who passed by them were constantly purifying the corpses of the undead, and behind them were the citizens who had organized themselves to clean up.

Ulrik didn't like these clergy in the past, as a high elf would hate these clergy more or less, since the division of the elven empire, the high elves who were once nobles began to reduce the influence of the gods on their own race, wanting to turn the kingdom of the high elves into an atheistic country.

Moreover, the iconostasis campaign launched in the last decade or so has pushed this practice to a climax.

"Hello, Mr. Ulrique. While Ulrike was observing the pesky churchgoers, a sudden voice drew them in.

A legend of Morris, rumored to be spies all over Morris. All kinds of dirty deals, hidden information, can't hide the other party's little eyes hidden in two small cracks.

"Chief Carol, I wonder what you're looking for me?" Ulrike casually responded to the greetings, the kind of person Ulrike hated, and the fact that people who made it their duty to spy on the world always reminded him of the High Elf secret police who had exiled him.

The fat face always had a faint smile, the other party's rudeness did not make Carol feel any discomfort, as an excellent spy manager, without a tolerant mentality, it is impossible to live until now.

"I would like to discuss with Your Excellency what happened last night. Slowly, he approached the other person, almost close to the other's ear and whispered.

Carol thought about getting closer, but feeling the spell that the other party had already begun to prepare, Carol still chose to keep a certain distance.

Ulrique, who was originally lazy, has now become extremely cautious, not knowing whether some of his secrets have been known by the other party, a ubiquitous guy, and if he knows too much, he can only kill him now.

"Let's talk about it in another place, right?" "It's easier to change to a hidden place to kill people."

The soul of Shilinya, who is in a dying state, will automatically come to the realm of Nuleki, and according to the tentacles, this is done to protect Shilinya's soul.

Last night's adventure was no exception, Shilinya came to that place with a great fear of whether she had failed and was burned to death, and she was not relieved until the tentacles told her that she was okay.

However, Shilinya needs to use this means to fight, so that these tentacles have a better chance to "tune" each other. Knowledge is power, so learn one well.

Shilinya, who woke up, skillfully removed all the bandages on her body, and immediately put on a piece of clothing placed not far away, and her fast and agile movements were not at all like the severely disabled appearance just now.

A simple set of civilian clothes was casually put on her body, and Shilinya realized that her long hair had now turned into short hair, presumably due to the cloud burning technique she had performed at the end.

"Shirinya, you...... Are you okay?" Dalefil, who was standing at the door with the medicine, looked at Shilinya who had already dressed and stood up, and Dalefield, who was in charge of dealing with Shilinya's injuries, knew how serious Shilinya's injuries were.

Although the white Lafada is magical, it is not a miracle medicine that can bring the dead back to life, and Shilinya has not fully recovered with the help of this alchemy potion, but has only repaired her body a little bit and hung her life.

"This is my secret, and I have some special means to treat myself. Dalephil's surprise made Shilinya understand what kind of injury she had suffered, and Shilinya, who couldn't reveal too many secrets, could only prevaricate the other party like this.

"What happened last night?" Not wanting the other party to care too much about this matter, Shilinya immediately diverted the other party's attention.

It's not just to divert the other person's attention, but it's also something I want to know, what happened last night that caused this situation?

"Uh......" Delfil hesitated, "Miss, I have unfortunate news for you......"