Because of Gray, Heine didn't plan to come in person.

This fifth-level necromancer was markedly different from other fifth-level professionals who had will infused with their transcendent energy.

Heine didn't feel any excess emotions from him, but he was rejected by the local primordial spirits, and as soon as he approached the mountains of McCalla, he fell unconscious, and his soul fluctuations became weaker and weaker.

This is an excellent sample for research.

One is the first time I met a necromancer from outside, and the other is that it seems that I will send it without doing anything.

But before Heine could start researching, he learned from Eric about the current situation of Sa and the Guardian Kite.

Before this, he had heard more than once from the Northeasterners about the town of Ati and the collapse of the mines.

He thought it was far away, like the Eternal Dawn family that was caught and caught.

- although it is not far off.

But when he heard that the Wei Diankite was "controlled", he couldn't sit still.

Heine rode his ghost horse to the city of Godero, found Meno, and led him straight to the town of Ati.

It was forbidden to fly along the way, and it was not good for the ghost horse to be seen, so he galloped along the path.

The poor shadow technician is resting in Andrew's manor with his old bones on the verge of collapse.

Coincidentally, this "Chincha" from St. Siting's court also arrived in the town of Atti tonight.

Unlike Heine, he came on behalf of St. Sittin to investigate the explosion at the mining center of the town of Arti and the detention of the quartermaster.

Heine already knew what had happened from Andrew, so his praise of the sheriff's Black Knight was not all polite.

This man is indeed courageous.

As he thought, the news reported to St. Sittin was blocked.

Someone is secretly trying to make things worse here.

But as the news of the quartermaster's detention was reported by various cities, and the people behind the scenes did not have time to completely blockade it, this was the opportunity for Andrei, the "Qin Mission", to come out.

…

Before Heine could elaborate on how he had come to be with Andre, the carriage arrived.

Although most of the elves from Mourning Wood City are "city people", they are either in slums or shantytowns, where have they seen such a big pomp, and they can't help but puff up their chests, trying not to embarrass the elves.

Not far away, an old man with gray temples stood at the door.

He looked to be over fifty years old, with an elegant bearing, deep eyes, and a faint look on his face that was youthful in his face.

Gray Moon always felt a sense of familiarity in the other party, and after a few more glances, he realized that it was the same smile that hung on the corner of his mouth at any time like Heine.

It's a sign of emotional stability, at least Heine.

I've almost never seen him vent his stress on others, and he rarely even gets angry.

- Maybe it's this kind of character that can be favored by a strong servant.

She thought to herself.

"You don't have to go out to greet you."

Heine stepped forward quickly.

Andre smiled: "It is still necessary to receive friends from afar. ”

He said and looked at Gray Moon and the others.

Although the Nice people who grew up in the Northland are also called "snow elves" because of their fair skin, they have nothing to do with elves.

Even they hate the name.

Because it looks like they're gilding themselves in the name of the elves.

Coupled with the involvement with Eternal Dawn, the attitude of the Nice towards the elves is not good.

So Andrei's attitude flattered Gray Moon and the others, and this person was as if there was no racial prejudice.

The two sides entered the house surrounded by servants, and after a short exchange of pleasantries, they had a sumptuous dinner together, and then the servants waited for the guests to wash and rest.

These elves have been wandering for so long, and it's time to take a good rest.

Once everything was settled, André invited Heine into his study.

Coming to this intimate space, both of them took off their seemingly relaxed disguises in front of people.

"How's it going?" Andrei asked.

"It's a little worse than I expected."

Heine found a seat and sat down as if he were in his own home.

"My skeleton went to the pit on his own, and I didn't get to see him, and I certainly didn't have the opportunity to find him in the pit myself."

"But you don't seem to be too worried."

"It's useless to worry, not to mention that they are more capable than me." Heine smiled: "Instead of running down and causing them trouble, it's better to stay outside honestly." What about you? Didn't you say that you would use the 'means of the poetry society' to investigate, and did you get a result? ”

Andrey: "We'll have to wait. ”

He sat back at his desk, leaning back in his chair, his eyes falling on the wall opposite.

It was a static portrait of a woman, with no magical elements, as if it had been painted by hand.

Although the person in the painting is middle-aged, he is dignified and elegant, and his temperament is as mellow as red wine.

This was Theara's mentor, Catherine, a former servant of St. Sistine.

In addition, she has an unknown identity, that is, a member of the Seon Poetry Society.

And she is also the head of the Poetry Society in the Northland, and it was under her influence that Andre entered the Poetry Society.

Heine met André when he first arrived in the town of Atthi, and it was through this relationship that the two people who did not know each other recognized each other.

Heine found that the other party was a fifth-level shadow warlock but did not resist him, and the extraordinary energy in his body did not seem to be integrated into his will.

And he himself was recognized because the information had already spread throughout the poetry society, and everyone knew him.

André was the first member of the Poetry Society that Heine knew besides Thiara.

The last one should have been Carl Ilan, but unfortunately this old mage only has research talents and no mage talents, so he was not absorbed by the Poetry Society, but looking at his posture of being obsessed with promoting runes and studying Yuan Ling, he doesn't seem to care much about the Poetry Society.

The group's position has always been on the side of the McKala Mountains, so the first time they recognized each other, the two basically let down their guard.

Moreover, in front of André, Heine knew that much of his information was transparent and open - including but not limited to the mysterious skeleton.

However, what happened after the Void Catastrophe, even the powerful Poetry Society didn't seem to know very well, or Heine picked out some uncritical content and told the other party.

Even the "leftovers" in the mountains shocked Andrei.

This is the reason for this, and the external excuse is naturally the one Heine said to Gray Moon.

That's what he used to prevaricate the guy at first.

Heine followed the other's gaze and suddenly asked:

"How did you meet?"

"At a dinner party."

Andrei had a look of remembrance in his eyes.

"On behalf of the family of Musiain, I congratulate her on her arrival in St. Sicourt from the city of Godero, whose old stubborn family still wanted me to attract her attention like a peacock.

"But I didn't like crowds, and I didn't plan to do so, so I wandered around the garden alone and met her who also ran away.

"I was amazed at how she suddenly came here when she was on stage to accept congratulations.

She said that it was just a maid pretending, and that she could just smile and accept the congratulations, and that as long as she had a real chain of forgiveness around her waist, those people would not distinguish between the real and the fake.

Then she asked me why I dared, after all, the declining Musyain family was counting on me to earn some face and connections.

"I smiled and said, 'Look, didn't I just hit this crookedly, and met a real servant,' and she was smiling back and forth, and it was so beautiful."

The old man had a smile in his eyes, as if he was caught in a memory.

Heine regretted that he shouldn't have said this.

Suddenly, Andre's words changed:

"You're actually trying to ask, how did she die?"

Heine was silent.

He really wanted to ask about it.

"It's nothing, after so many years, I'm used to it."

Andrei's gaze regained its composure, as if it weren't him the one who had been obsessed with memories just now.

"The servant of St. Siting's has always had a high chance of becoming the chief priest of the temple, but as a member of the Poetry Society, she doesn't even have a shadow will in her soul, and continuing like this will only reveal her identity, so she directly refused to run."

Heine was stunned: "And then died?" Is it the hand of the Lady of the Dead Whisperer of your faith? ”

Andrei shook his head:

"No, she died of political struggle, a stubborn human disease, and it had nothing to do with power.

The people who supported her in the first place were eager for her to go further and expand her influence and recoup her costs, but her refusal left those people in ruins, so they were rightfully abandoned.

"An abandoned pawn with too many secrets on his body is naturally not qualified to continue to live."

He suddenly looked at Heine, his eyes like a knife:

"Although I am not worthy to say this, I still want to warn you: if you can't provide enough support for little Thiara, don't let her become the next Catherine."

Heine pouted, "I don't intend to get involved in the struggle between the old nobles of the Holy Court and the Templars. ”

Andrei was stunned for a moment, and looked at each other as if he had seen a ghost:

"You...... Already known? ”

(End of chapter)