"My dear, there's a brute in the house, and she's pretty and pretty?" said Pandaragon, who was in the bar talking to a group of young ladies. Pulled by Yu Fang, she seemed to be very surprised to learn of a problem.

"Yes, Miss Pandaragon—but the Cybertron master said he was now starting to change his name to Titus. If you can't remember to say even a word wrong, you'll see you in the next life. ”

"Ahh By the way, I also used my eyes...... teased the bar girl on the side: "The point is not here, sue me that female barbarian...... No, female Bourkeso, pretty?"

"Hmm...... It's beautiful. She said very sternly, what she meant...... Can you let this so-called [Headless Horseman Shogun] manage Cybertron's private life issues?

"Okay! sure enough, the Bourkeso people are rich in beautiful women!" The Headless Horseman laughed, and her crisp voice let out a pretended heroic laugh: "-Let's go, go home!I'm going to meet the beautiful female Burkeso~~ Oh, goodbye kittens, I'm going to go first." ”

In a playboy-like tone, Pandaragon waved his hand, and waved like a noble son, and said goodbye to a few bar ladies in tears. Struggling out of the bar—

"Uh...... Miss Pandaragon?Miss Pandaragon?"Why does it feel that things are changing...... How excited is the other party?

"Ah, little Fang, don't worry—besides, call me Mr. Pandaragon outside!" Pandaragon said with a smile.

"How do you ...... It seems that ...... "Yu Fang thinks this beautiful young lady is mentally fine, right?"

“...... They were poor people, but they were all hateful. It's their business to have a difficult life, but it's their own business to sell it. Well, I'm just playing with them, and they're crying because I'm leaving? It's just uncomfortable for me, but I'm used to crying a lot, and I just pretend to like me. Eh, to be honest, I just went to drink alcohol, and I do like beautiful girls very much~" The headless horseman mother is worthy of being a monster mother who has lived for thousands of years, and pouted her lips with disdain and a bloody speech. But then he turned to Yu Fang: "But my favorite is a pure maiden—for example, you, the lovely and holy Miss Yu Fang." ”

"......?!?!!!" Yu Fang felt that her hairs were about to explode.

"Especially our dear seems to be more attractive than I am, and I will attract some young ladies, or singers and dancers, and so on. Well, our dear ones are more capable than the other—so let me go home and see what is going on with that Bourkeso—dear miss, do you want to get on the horse?" said Miss Headless in the street...... took off his head, causing passers-by to jump for a while. With the black mist around him, he turned into a headless horseman's war horse - and then, he paid great tribute to Yu Fang.

“...... No, it doesn't have to. Yu Fang looked at the Headless Horseman's warhorse, and a psychological shadow immediately appeared: "I'd better go back by myself - I still have to go to Francis's house......"

"Oh, that's a good idea—after all, people won't leave, and I haven't said hello to my pretty wife today." ”

“...... Are you gay?" said Yu Fang, who continued to back away.

"You scold me?—— I just like the most beautiful things in the world~" Chic stroked her hair, the handsome female knight said.

"......" was over, and Yu Fang felt that she had encountered the most difficult type to deal with.

What kind of miraculous and great arrangement will the Light of Mercy have?——

Miriel, Storm, hurried to the refugee camp.

For some reason, the Francis family once again invested a large amount of money in building this place—for unknown reasons, but Mirie Storm was grateful. In her prayers, she once again joined in blessings for the family of Francis. Rather, it is to pray for the light of mercy to bless Alice Phil. Also, bless Cybertron, who came up with a good solution - although he does not believe in the Holy Light, Storm Lady believes that the final destination of the first qiē in the world must be the Holy Light. Even if he doesn't believe it, that's what happened.

But this time she continued to bear the pain.

Cold weather, slightly longer journeys, none of that matters. It took her half a day to ride a horse to this small refugee camp, which was originally a wasteland, but because of the construction that did not stop work almost day and night. It is said that this was a small ploy, and the workers were divided into four groups, two groups day and night, and the workers did not stop. Skilled leaders and unskilled leaders will be rewarded with food for their best work, and the best group will be rewarded with the most food.

Although the permafrost in the vicinity has become increasingly difficult to excavate, this qiē cannot stop the temptation of food.

Cybertron's ghost idea - profit-seeking, but it works.

But this time, Miriel-Storm didn't have time to praise Cybertron in her heart.

There is no longer much need for her Holy Light Healing, because the Holy Light Healing Spell is, to put it bluntly, to induce one's own physical energy to heal oneself. For example, human flesh is cut open, which accelerates cell division and catalysis, allowing the body to recover quickly. But if an adult's tooth is knocked out, there is no way to restore it – people themselves do not have this function.

It's OK to treat headaches and colds.

It's too hard to heal a dying person.

Tired, she walked into a small tent. In this tent, there is a dying man. He looked to be in his fifties. At this moment, it is officially time to return to the light.

Storm Lady endured the slightest pain in her heart and stuck her staff aside. I walked to the old man's side, not caring what kind of illness the other party had. He grabbed the other hand: "Hold my hand and pray to me—I will let the Light forgive you, do not be afraid." ”

“...... "It seems to be an acquaintance, to be exact, about the refugee camps...... No, there was no one in the whole of Kanaphon who didn't know her. The old man said with difficulty: "I ...... I'm dying?......"

"Death is not the end, and in the Garden of the Creator's mercy, your life will once again be illuminated by the Light. Storm Lady took the old man's hand with one hand, and gently stroked the other's forehead with the other: "What kind of miracle and great arrangement will the benevolent holy light have? The sinners are judged and the righteous are redeemed. ”

"Thank you, Patriarch...... Please, please hold my hand...... It's cold. The old man's voice was a little choked, but it was serene.

Storm Lady has a special ability to soothe people's hearts.

"O merciful light...... Take Him away, hear my prayers, and receive Your grace. Wherever you go, please allow his soul to follow-" Whispering softly in the old man's ear, Storm Lady accompanied the other party through the last road: "Let go of the burden, a qiē suffering is over." The Light leads you, and ahead lies the Kingdom of Heaven......"

"Wide ...... Forgive my sins and ...... Lead me...... Enter your ...... Glory ......"

Gradually, the old man stopped breathing.

Storm Lady sighed softly, and finally kissed the other party lightly on the forehead, took out a heavy but small book, shook it a few times in front of the other party, recited the last memorial speech, picked up the staff and walked out of the tent.

"Bury him in the cemetery, and I'll pay for it. But do I want a good coffin—what's his name? I'll write to me later, and I'll pray for him tonight—" As she came out, she asked a few resting laborers at the door. When the workers saw that it was her, they came up and worshipped. And told the other party what she asked-

"Will there still be so many people dying here?" asked Storm, pinching the bridge of her nose and feeling uneasy.

"No, Patriarch. The workers regarded him as an angel, and almost automatically and consciously put on the heartfelt honorific title: "In two days, this poor man was the first to die." The Holy Maiden of Francis gave us a lot of help - we were fed, and the children survived!"

“...... Alas, that's good. Sighing at a young age, Storm Niang forced a smile to herself: "I'm going to rest for a while, if you have any illness, you can come to me." I'm in a tent over there—I brought some food...... Don't say quietly, tell me where my children's kindergarten is? This is a meal for the children—"

Saints generally do what they are supposed to do.

But she didn't know who was watching her behind her.

"The nobler the soul, the more depraved it is. In the dark corner, a pair of charming eyes stared at the figure of Mirie Ai Storm: "One soul is not enough, two souls are good! Great souls, more great souls-"