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A group of evil-minded guys laughed and left Wall where she was. Diredo www.biquge.info who wrote "Fun" looked back and saw Wall's unlucky face, and couldn't help but slow down his pace with pity. Just as he was contemplating whether to go back and comfort Wall a few more words, Hawke suddenly tapped him on the shoulder.

"Follow me. ”

"Hmm, where are you going?" asked Dilledo, confused.

Hawke shook his head helplessly, and he sighed and looked up at the sky. Dildeau looked at him for a moment, then looked up at the sky in the same way. I saw that there were wisps of clouds in the clear blue sky, and the sky was just like the rippling sea. Other than that, there is only the scorching sun in the sky.

Diredo looked at Hawke again, and this time, he noticed that Hawke's expression was a little sad, and his gaze seemed to pass through the clouds, through the unattainable sky, to the heaven that belonged to the spirit.

"Today is the village festival, and Hires has instructed me to take you to it. Hawke muttered.

"Oh. Diredo replied with some snort. He scratched his scalp a little bewildered, and the farce that had just happened made him forget that the village had not yet recovered from its injuries.

Speaking of which, just a day ago, he had heard about the fact that many of the villagers who had died in the dispute had no relatives and no one to collect their remains for them. Therefore, a public sacrifice is imperative. But......

"Wait a minute, do you really want me to go? But I'm not from this village. ”

Diredo thought for a moment and added, "My father and mother are not from this side either. ”

Hawke finally shifted his gaze from the sky to Dildedo's face.

"You saved my life, and you saved my sister. ”

"Yes? Why don't I remember?"

Diredo was slightly stunned. There was no image of success in his head at all. The one who won the victory with Implens was Ola, and the one who led the brethren away the peregrine falcon was Wall. And he, either nearly had his head smashed in the head with an axe from Implens, or rushed to Silryth's side like an idiot. Anyway, as in the past, he didn't help in any way.

Hawke, who was standing on the sidelines, saw Diredo frowning and muttering about the past, and finally realized that he had overestimated his intelligence.

"That's enough!" I retracted. Hawke couldn't help but roll his eyes, and it was better to convince him that he was getting nothing to make Diledo understand how crucial his seemingly small help was.

"Mean, you were kidding?" asked Diredo again.

"Stop talking nonsense, just follow me. Hawke couldn't help but curse an idiot in his heart. He led the way to the other end of the village, in the same direction where Syris had gone, and further ahead was Riadrin's group.

Di Ledo smirked and scratched his scalp, and when he lowered his hand, Hawk had already thrown him several meters away, and it was only then that Di Ledo's idiotic smile converged into loneliness.

"He's an idiot for me, and that's good. Diledo thought.

Ahead, he could clearly see Hawke roll his eyes as he turned. He guessed that this kid must have thought that he didn't know how to take advantage. What a life-saving grace. Why do you refuse this honor with your own standards?

Diredo shrugged his shoulders. He knew what he was doing, and people would put him in the same category as an idiot. He doesn't want to plead anything, and it's nice to be an idiot who flatters the wisdom of others, because if he tries to plead his case, his unhappiness—the powerlessness that prevents reality from hurting dreams—may become known to others, and that sadness may be contagious.

Diredo suddenly remembered the home that had been engulfed in flames, and Amanda, who he was unable to take away. He rubbed his cheeks, then took two quick steps to catch up with Hawke, who was leading the way.

After a while, they came to the southwest corner of the village where the crowd had gathered. There is also a giant tree here, but unlike the beech tree that had fallen at the entrance of the village a few days ago, the branches of this tree are strong, and the whole tree is shaped like a hand open to the sky. At this moment, there were no leaves left on the tree, but there was a layer of dead leaves under the tree, and among them were a few horse chestnuts that had broken through their shells and fallen from ripeness.

"God, you have such a tree here, I haven't been paying attention. Diredo's mouth opened in surprise.

"This tree is a well-known 'hermit'. Hawke gave him a blank look.

"Come on. He waved sideways to Dildedo, who followed him over the crowd to the side of the tree. Over there, Silreth and the others were standing in a circle, staring solemnly at the enclosed clearing, where several corpses lay flat, bound with bark and straw ropes.

Hawke squeezed into the circle with Diredo, the originally somewhat mutilated ring being made whole by their arrival. After a moment, Silreth raised her hands to the sky. Like the others, Diredo sat down around the dead as she lowered her arms. Thus, the very simple and silent public sacrifice ceremony of the Sentry Arrow Clan began.

The sunlight cast light and shadow on the people through the branches of the trees, and people who hung their heads or looked at the sky began to pray silently for the villagers who had unfortunately died. Everyone's movements rarely change, and the scene looks like a still oil painting from a distance.

Seriously, Diredo didn't know what this kind of post-mortem mourning meant other than comforting the living. He moved his gaze to the chestnut tree called "Hermit", hoping that the souls of the dead would be able to reach the heavens through the branches of this great tree, and successfully climb to a paradise without sorrow, pain, and perhaps some boredom......

A few minutes later, the silence ended. The crowd rose again, but did not disperse. Because it is customary for someone to make the final blessing for the deceased before the burial - to touch the deceased's forehead.

"Who are you going to do here?"

Diredo looked at Cirreth in some confusion. This woman was supposed to be the most vocal one on Nightingale's side, but she became the host of the ceremony, in other words, someone else had to complete the final send-off.

Just as Dilledo was guessing who else was up to the task, he suddenly heard the sound of a bell. He turned his head to follow the voice, and saw Ola walking into the circle wearing a white robe covered with a blue shawl.

Diredo's eyes straightened suddenly, this outfit was very similar to the one that Hirres had worn before, but it was more refined in some details. The cuffs and placket of the robe were embroidered with red thread, and the symbols of the whistle arrows were densely embroidered—straw amulets and chirping duffles. The feathers at the end of the shawl are black and white, and the bells that are dragged behind the belt shine in the sunlight.

Diredo had seen Ola in several appearances. When she first came out of prison, she was as dirty as a monkey escaping from a circus, the long dress that had been put on her after being cleaned up by Vinnie was not in the same way as she was, the uniform of the guards was large on her body, and the pauper's clothing made her more restrained.

He had wondered what would happen to Ora if she wore the same outfit as Syrris. Now, he felt that Ola was suddenly so beautiful that he couldn't take his eyes off it...... (My novel "Shelter of Heresy" will have more fresh content on the official WeChat platform, and there will also be a 100% lottery gift for everyone!Open WeChat now, click on the "+" sign in the upper right corner "Add Friends", search for the official account "qdread" and follow, hurry up!)