The outskirts of Covetan.

A drop of rain fell silently from the sky, hitting the calm surface of the lake, and a circle of ripples slowly spread around, and then slowly calmed down.

Eisen, wrapped in a black cloud, frowned slightly, his eyes were lonely and cold and arrogant, and in the extraordinarily bright pupils in the night, a large desolate cemetery in front of him was reflected, and the chaotic tombstones stood crookedly on this bleak land, and the sound of the occasional wind passing here was a desolate whining, as if it was the cry of countless lonely souls and wild ghosts, desolate and terrifying.

This is a mass grave on the outskirts of Covetan, where most of the lowly poor people cannot afford the high prices in the cemetery, so they can only choose this remote and desolate place as a place to live in a hundred years, in addition to many death row prisoners or prisoners who died suddenly in prison will also be abandoned here after death, which adds to the resentment.

In the dark of the night, torrential rain fell from the sky without warning, and the originally quiet night was suddenly beaten by the ticking sound of rain. A pitch-black umbrella silently stretched out above Eisen's head, the curved surface of the umbrella crackling the dense raindrops.

"Are you here?" said Ethan lightly, his tone untouched without emotion, and his eyes remained fixed on the mass grave, the overgrown and desolate land, the figure standing quietly in the majestic rain.

Wren Claude stood quietly in the rain, letting the rain wet his childish but extraordinarily handsome face, his black hair sticking to his cheeks, the rain sliding down his handsome features, and the pupils that should have been as dazzling as black jewels were now like stars that had lost their light, dim, and his eyes were empty and did not know where to stay.

In front of him stood three brand-new tombstones, which he chiseled with the dagger he found from the ashes of the explosion and carved the still somewhat crooked handwriting, the tomb of Su Anli, the tomb of Crick, and the tomb of the colonel, and it took him two whole days and sleepless to carve these three tombstones, and then they were all erected next to a tombstone of some year, and it was clear from the handwriting that the tombstone of some years was also from Wren's hand, and there were a few large characters engraved on it that were a little crooked—the tomb of the Honorable Mother Lina Claude.

"He's the one you're looking for?" Arya held an umbrella in one hand and rested the other naturally on Eisen's broad shoulder, the smell of wet earth in the air mixed with the scent of Moran. Arya chuckled, and her charming and moving eyes fell on the tall and slender back under the rain curtain in the distance, which stood there like a statue, standing silently in the rain, extremely lonely and lonely, letting the torrential rain fall on her body wantonly, like a dutiful grave keeper.

"Yes!" replied Eisen calmly.

"Is the Holy Sect's target this time?is he Linna's child?" Arya raised her beautiful eyebrows, and there seemed to be imperceptible confusion under her light makeup, "It doesn't look special, I originally thought that the characters on the Black Notice Classified by the Holy Sect should be extremely vicious thugs, but except for being a little taller, the rest of the people look no different from ordinary sixteen or seventeen-year-old boys!"

"Is it??You can tell what he's inside by his appearance alone?When did you learn Angela's special abilities?!" Eisen turned his head slowly, and glanced at the increasingly charming face beside him with a smile.

"Because his back resembles yours!" Arya whispered.

"Where?"

"The same loneliness, the same loneliness. Arya smiled slightly, "In a way, he won't be a vicious thug, and Captain, when you look at him, it's like you're looking at yourself in a mirror, am I right?"

"So what?"

"So I guess......," said Arya tentatively, "you're not going to take him back to Lord Admiral?"

"When did you start to speculate about my thoughts?" said a hint of coolness in Eisen's tone.

"Shouldn't all excellent subordinates do their best to share their master's worries, and if they can't even speculate on their master's thoughts, then how can they share their worries?" Arya lowered the arm on Eisen's shoulder, covering her mouth and chuckling.

Wren took one last look at the tombstone engraved with "Linna's Tomb", he clenched his fists tightly until the sound of bones rubbing in his clenched palms, he slowly relaxed, he wiped the rain or tears that slipped from the corners of his eyes, turned around and slowly walked down the mass grave. The blank and helpless faces washed away by the torrential rain were no longer visible, and the eyes that had lost focus regained a glimmer of light, mixed with eyes that could not distinguish between pathos and hatred.

"How is it?" Eisen looked at Wren who was standing in front of him and said lightly, "The last thing is done, can you give me an answer now?"

"Purpose?" Wren's slender eyelashes trembled slightly in the rain, and the eyes under the eyelashes slowly raised, looking directly at the young man in front of him who was as cold and arrogant as himself, with a faint chill flashing in his bright black eyes, "Your appearance has disrupted our originally peaceful life, are you trying to tell me that all this is just accidental?"

"It is the Holy Cult of Cesslia that caused this disaster, and it has nothing to do with the military headquarters to which I belong, and it has nothing to do with me, and my appearance is indeed accidental. Ethan and Wren looked at each other, the difference was that Esen's gaze was cold and indifferent, while Wren's was scorching hostility, "Don't forget, it wasn't my accident, you have long since been reduced to ashes in the flames." ”

"Hey, hey, why are you making the atmosphere so tense?" Arya beside Eisen smiled awkwardly, trying to adjust the suffocating atmosphere, "It's raining so hard, can't you find a place with a roof first, make a cup of hot black tea, and then talk slowly?"

"There's no need. Even if it has nothing to do with you, I don't have any good feelings for you, and I won't go with you. Wren pondered for a moment, absorbing some of his hostility, but his voice remained cold, "As for you saving me...... Thank you, and if there is a chance to repay it in the future, I will be obligated to do so. ”

Wren turned and left, leaving Arya and Eisen in dismay.

"I'll give you three days, don't forget that the truth you want to know lurks in the deepest reces of Heratium. Eisen's faint voice sounded, and it clearly reached Wren's ears beyond the barrier of the rainstorm, "And I can take you close to it!"

The figure under the rainstorm suddenly stopped, and after a brief silence, restarted and faded away.

"It doesn't look like things are going as smoothly as the captain thought!?" Arya sighed softly as she watched Wren's figure fade away, and suddenly a trace of murderous intent flashed in the depths of her bright pupils, "If you can't take it away, is it necessary to carry out the original plan?"

Eisen's blue eyes, as bright as the blue sea, flashed with uncertain light, and he still spit out two words faintly for a long time, "No." Then he turned around and stepped into the rain curtain, but the raindrops in the sky could not wet his body in the slightest, and the rain curtain that fell from the sky froze into ice droplets the moment it fell on his head, and all the frozen ice beads would be suspended in mid-air until Eisen walked away before rolling to the ground with a "bang".

"Huh, it looks like you're really interested in that kid?" Arya raised her willow-like eyebrows, and there was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, "What is so special about Lina's child?"

"Don't you want to go yet?, do you want to be in a daze until dawn?!" Eisen's cold voice came through the rain in the distance.

"Wait for me...... Captain!"