However, the only thing that still worries Kylelius is that he can't remember what the mission is about.

After all, he didn't read the content of the mission carefully at that time, because at that time, this mission seemed so far away from him, and the mission reward was meaningless to him, so naturally he would not pay attention to this task.

If it weren't for Severus's impressive name, he probably wouldn't have remembered such a mission.

All he could say for sure now was that the task would be very difficult, but of course. You must know that in a hurry for so many quasi-legendary or even legendary powerhouses, as well as the overall strong team of adventurers, they have been given two years to prepare, which shows how difficult and dangerous this task is in the eyes of the mission publisher.

Just as so many things flashed through Kyleus's mind, he and the Count had already arrived at the bedroom where Licia was, and Maggie was still standing by Licia's side as always. The only difference this time was that the girl in the bed would never open her beautiful silver eyes again.

The familiar scene made the Count almost think that everything was a dream today, but enough reason made him run away from this ridiculous thought. He walked up to Lycia's side and gently stroked Lycia's ruddy but still cold little face, her old face showing a deep sadness and regret.

"It's getting late today, so if you're okay, go back first. The Count looked at the serene-looking girl on the bed and spoke, a slight tremor in his hoarse and old voice. Although he did not name names, both Kylelius and Maggie, who were present, knew who he was talking to.

"Then allow me to retire first, father-in-law. Kylelius said in a light tone, without the slightest fluctuation in his flat tone, calm and frightening.

Maggie, who was silent, recalled the aura that Kylelius had exuded here before, although her face was still flawless, but her body once again honestly showed the psychological state of her master. Her legs trembled uncontrollably, and fine sweat flowed uncontrollably, soaking the ends of her hair and the hem of her clothes once more.

"Remember that the funeral is in three days, and I will send someone to inform you then. The Count was completely unaffected by the voice of Kyleus, and called out to Kyleus, who was about to leave, and reminded with a hint of trembling.

The priest did not waver in the slightest when he heard this, and bowed slightly to make a noble salute, and said to the earl, "Three days? ”

'See you in three days, my girl. Keellius thought to himself, then straightened up and turned and walked out of the room.

There seemed to be no nostalgia at all, and the wide priest's outfit was imposing, and the soft sound echoed through the room.

As always, the central downtown area of Banji is still lively, and the adventurers are still indulging, and the unscrupulous laughter makes Kylelius extremely irritable at this time, if it weren't for the fact that now he has decided to put all his energy into magic, according to his usual character, there is no doubt that there is a river of blood here at this time.

Kylelius forcibly suppressed all kinds of negative emotions in his heart, and with mixed feelings, he walked through these people who didn't know anything, and returned to the still deserted and quiet church as quickly as possible, but when he first entered the church, he suddenly felt a familiar and long-lost atmosphere.

Cheryl is finally back.

As usual, as soon as Kylelius entered the door, the little pet leaped and hugged Kyleus's broad and sturdy body with great speed. The expression of happiness on his face seemed to give vent to the deep longing that he had not seen for a few days, and his full chest continued to rub against the priest's solid chest.

"My master, I'm back!" the girl's coquettish voice, full of high emotions, echoed in the empty church in the dead of night, telling the girl's longing for the priest. Although they had only been separated for three days, it was long enough for the girl who regarded Kylelius as her god.

Hearing this long-lost voice, Kyrlius, who had not shown any smile since Licia died unexpectedly today, was in a bad mood, and then he showed a smile: "Welcome back, Cheryl." As he spoke, Kylelius stretched out his hands and stroked Cheryl's smooth back gently, finally resting on her pair of hips, feeling the softness that had not been felt in a long time.

After a while, Kylelius let go of the pet in his arms, and then put away the smile on his face. He stared at Cheryl in front of him with a serious expression, obviously he was waiting for Cheryl's report on the past few days.

Cheryl looked at her master's eyes, a faint flush appeared on her face, and she looked very embarrassed, and she kept running her fingers at her long purple hair, probably because of the days of forest life, and Kellius noticed that her hair was a little dry and dull.

Under the gaze of Kellius, Cheryl slowly reported the itinerary of the past three days to Kellius. With the Wild Elf Maiden's report, Kyrlius realized that the reason why he hadn't come back in the past few days was not that these tasks were too difficult for her to take so much time.

It was true that Cheryl had been in the huge forest for almost three days, but she was not on a mission as the priest had guessed, there was only one reason why she had been there for three days, and it made Kellius laugh a little.

Because Cheryl is a road idiot, the reason why she can't get out of it is simply because she can't find a way out. So she had been groping around in the forest for the past two days, and she hadn't found the location of the mission at all.

It wasn't until she met a group of adventurers on the third day that she was able to find her way out.

When Cheryl met them, they were fighting a pack of demonized wolves, and it looked like the battle was going to be tough. With some of Professor Kellius' knowledge, Cheryl could tell from the corpses on the ground that they were originally an adventurous team of five or six people. But now there were only two dead and wounded, and they were all wounded, and the injuries on one of the orcs were even fatal enough for an ordinary human.

To Cheryl's surprise, this kind of demonized wolf is also one of the goals of her mission this time, and to be exact, their fur is the mission item.