"How are you going to sell us?"

The hairless werewolf stared at Annan, and the other weirdness was gathered together and stared at Annan.

If it weren't for the fear of the warden's might, they would have crushed Annan......

"Why do you think that? I've been trying to figure out how to get you out, and I've just made new progress...... Work for the warden. ”

"What do you mean?" The candle head asked.

"The warden thinks the church needs to be cleaned, and I have worked hard to get the opportunity to clean the church with the men from it, so as not to waste my painstaking efforts."

The weirdos felt that something was wrong, but they did have free access to churches that had previously been off-limits......

For the sake of the larger range of activities, there was some weirdness that Annan agreed...... There are also rejections, such as the most human-like weirdness.

"Then you'll stay in the dungeon for thirty-four years." Annan watched as it lifted its feet and walked out.

"What do you mean?" The weird man stopped.

"I saw a piece of parchment on the warden's desk, recording how long each prisoner would be held." Annan has no burden on deceiving weirdness.

"How many years have I been?" The slug asked.

"Twelve years." The slug was a child before he was born, and Annan didn't make it up for long.

"What about me?" Artboards write on artboards.

"You're the same as a slug."

"How many years have I been?" The hairless werewolf asked.

"Twenty-eight years." It looks like it's getting into a lot of trouble.

Other strange questions were asked, and Annan answered.

"Have you forgotten how many times it lied to us!" The weird man still didn't believe it, "I'm afraid you've forgotten the time you made it up now, right?" ”

"You're thirty-four years, slugs and sketchpads are twelve years......," Annan said fluently.

He's a warlock, not a warrior with more muscles in his head than his brain.

The strange man asked unwillingly, "What evidence do you have?" ”

"I can let you into the church, isn't that proof?"

In the end, the weirdos gave in, what if what it said was true......

The other prisoners believed it, and it would be unsociable not to do it themselves.

Led them into the church, the warden did not show up.

Annan stopped working and began to stare at them with the charred girl. It's not an easy task, and weirdos will always mess things up in unexpected places.

For example, the candle heads in the lounge almost lit the curtains, and the dripping drowning man made the strange slip of the moving bench.

Annan had no choice but to assign them the work: the hairless wolf carried things when he was strong, the drowning man was responsible for sprinkling water on the ground, and the candle head followed behind to wipe the floor.

The rope weirdly draped over a wet towel and climbed up the post to clean up the hard-to-reach parts. The slug, beware of not being stepped on by other weird creatures - but it says it's not weak - says it swells into a giant slime-like slug.

The strange busyness revivs the long-dormant Order Church. As they swept the whole church, they fell silent when they looked at the ground and the church as clean as new.

I wonder if I remember everything I used to be a human being?

Annan didn't chase them out again, but went alone to the deepest room on the second floor and pushed open the carved wooden door with sunlight.

"I'm done."

The archbishop of Valencia, who raised his head, smiled nonchalantly: "Let the weird clean the church for you?" ”

"What could be more in line with the teachings of the Church of Order than to make the existence of chaos follow order?"

"Warlocks are always good at oratory."

For the stereotype of praise, Annan always accepted it with humility.

"What's the third commission?"

"This is the last commission." "I was a good bishop, a good believer, but not a good father. ”

"I have given all that I have to the Lord of Order, sowing His will and praying for the future ascension to His kingdom. But after a turbulent year, it all lost its meaning...... My soul has been polluted, and I will never be able to return to the kingdom of God.

Annan thought he wanted to free himself from the "warden", but the Archbishop of Valencia spoke of a family that did not carry much weight in his past.

"My wife is the daughter of an earl, and our daughter has inherited our gift and is a natural clergyman. But after the death of her wife, she chose to become a mage...... I knew she was complaining about me, but I didn't have time to deal with family matters at the time......"

"Today is her birthday and I would have liked to leave it to my daughter......"

As a result, the Archbishop of Valencia on January 17 could not have imagined that, just three months after the spell was completed, the gods lost contact. Three years later, Hearca is in crisis.

The Archbishop of Valencia on January 17 even witnessed the fall of Hearsay and his own death.

"We lose sight of what we have and only sigh when we lose it......"

The current Archbishop of Valencia has lost his aura of divinity and is like a true father...... I just don't know if it's too late.

"Do you want me to find your daughter?"

Usually Annan doesn't mind cultivating a relationship with the archbishop's daughter, but now he can't: "I'm afraid your third commission needs to wait, I'm going to leave for a while." ”

The Archbishop of Valencia's gaze was inquiring.

These two days of contact made Annan feel that the Archbishop of Valencia could be trusted, and frankly said: "I am actually saving the princess ......"

Annan told him that the princess was haunted by strangeness and needed two powerful and strange human beings to untain. So I came here by myself to get the essence of the "Warden".

The princess didn't have much time, and Annan had already wasted days......

"It's easy...... Complete the last commission, and I can give you a weird ontology. Archbishop Valencia looked at Annan, "But not looking for my daughter...... Rather, it accompanies her. ”

The Archbishop of Valencia handed Annan a bookmark made of seven-colored flowers: "Activate it and you will enter today, playing as my daughter who accompanies me." ”

"Me?"

"Don't worry about failure, it will start early in the morning after you mess up, and the time of reality will not change."

"But why did I do it instead of you?"

"I said it before...... Because of an accident, I had to stay here. ”

"What's the point?"

Annan asked puzzled. Even if he perfectly played the role of a father on January 17...... The only one who was satisfied was the daughter on January 17.

In reality, his daughter doesn't know anything.

"It doesn't make sense. Valencia on January 17 only needs to accompany the daughter of January 17," said the Archbishop of Valencia.

Annan's gaze fell on the seven-colored flower: "I thought you would let me find your daughter in reality." ”

The Archbishop of Valencia smiled: "Go ahead, when you are done, you will get the strange ontology I promised......"

"It's me."

(End of chapter)