A pact was made with the two ladies of Silvermoon Deepwater, but Penny was not completely relieved, as the two ladies were clearly suspicious of themselves and could not pin all their hopes on them.

With the surnames of these voters, once Penny is deemed evil, then there is no hope for their rescue, not to mention that the allies of the two ladies also include Ransendel's followers.

You know, one of the loyal apostles of this great god was played crazy by Penny.

What's more, this great god has a bitter hatred for all the forces that are defined as evil, and is full of **naked distrust, there are quite a few members of the harpist who are like this, wizards don't expect that these guys won't suddenly bite back at some point for some reason.

Banks prepared a huge underground laboratory for Penny, and received the Covenant of the Silver Moon and Deepwater, and the elder and several elders put their worries at ease.

No matter how strong the Dragon Witch Sect Master is, can he be stronger than so many forces combined?

Therefore, the assistance given to Penny is extraordinarily generous.

"You're going to transform it into a weapon?" Standing next to Penny, Ansenfia looked at the three-person tall sealing tower in the center of the laboratory, "What about Pendram?"

"I can't take care of it for the time being. Penny shook his head and turned to the Elder: "I hope you can support me, Elder, if Samast and the Last Reptile come again, and those allies are unreliable, I will die, not to mention that they are not ancient evil creatures, and there are many ways to kill them after sealing." ”

Ansenfia frowned and pondered for a moment, and finally nodded: "This is reasonable, but if you want to transform it, it will take some effort." ”

"It's okay, I still have plenty of time. Penny was holding Orethes in her arms, and the little girl would not cry until she was in his arms, her two little hands clutching the bottle that Penny was holding, her burgundy eyes twinkling at the seal tower in the distance.

The wizard kneaded her little feet, which were beginning to grow fat, and sometimes made her giggle cutely, and he handed Orethes into Ansenfia's hands, and his expression suddenly became a little unpleasant: "During the time I transformed the Seal Tower, Oreses will be handed over to them, Elder." ”

"It's fine. Ansenfia hugged Orethes and stared head-on at the two lethargic pupils: "However, I suggest you do more with her, Diesel, the power of the abyss is not a good thing if it affects her for too long. ”

"I think she should be able to handle it. Penny pouted, "Don't you feel her vitality?"

"Perhaps. Ansenfia could only admit.

Born a moment behind Salorath, Aurethes' life force was much stronger than her sister's, which seemed to allow her to resist the contamination of the abyssal power.

And the wizard set many seals shortly after the birth of Aurethus.

But it's still not insurance.

Looking at the hot black smoke coming out of Oraces' nostrils as she dozed off, Ansenfia was sure of it.

This is a powerful little guy.

When a man sits at home, things come from heaven.

Except for a few enemies, Penny didn't want to make trouble with others, but at this time, the troublemakers came to the door.

In the dark harbor of Ximen City, where the smoke of gunpowder filled, a small merchant ship docked in the port.

A delicate silver shin armor stepped on the beach of Dark Harbor, and the wearer of the armor had a rough face that did not match her surname, and her figure was wild and extraordinary.

Outside of her armor, a white preacher's gown was draped over her body, and on the shoulders of the gown was an inconspicuous Ransendel emblem.

"Mr. Goodall, this is the city of Simon that has been overrun by evil? ”

"I know, Lady Seymour, but be considerate as well, the city is now in the hands of the evil red-robed mage. Goodale bowed his head respectfully, "We have to be careful. ”

"Well, but I still need to confirm something, Mr. Goodall. Ms. Seymour raised an eyebrow: "Ransendel's servants want to hear more and more reliable information." ”

"Aren't the words of our poor expellators reliable enough?" Goodall looked at Seymour's serious expression, put away his defense, and instead used a curvilinear persuasion: "But Ms. Seymour, you should know that the madness of that paladin lord is the fault of that red-robed mage. ”

"Tirantus ......" two angry flames crossed Seymour's eyes, although Tirantus lost his grace because of his depravity and the distortion of his beliefs, but for an immature person, these have the possibility of change, and Lansender is not an intolerant god - his intolerance is only against evil, so Tirantus lost his divine grace, and the reason cannot be one-sidedly attributed to the lack of determination.

The torture from the enemy had cut off all possible ways for him to correct his shortcomings, and he was hopelessly plunged into the abyss of depravity, which was certainly enough to arouse the hostility of the Lord of the Dawn.

Lansendel's high-ranking priest, Seymour, took two deep breaths to calm the anger in his heart, but the flames were still boiling.

The reason for her anger was not only because Tirantus was her parishioner, but also because of her husband.

But she couldn't take Goodall's word for it.

However, Goodale provided him with a way to confirm this: "Lady Seymour, Lord Khazar, Bishop of the Temple of Tyr, and Lord Serra Grofia, the captain of the Holy Warriors, should know something about this matter, and in the belief of the god of justice, if you ask them directly if the messenger who has maddened Lord Tirantus is the one named Pan Diesel, they will definitely give you a positive answer." ”

Priest Seymour thought for a moment and nodded approvingly.

Indeed, if it is true or false, it is clear that none of the attendants of Tyr will lie.

Thinking of this, she followed Goodale from the underground alleyways to the Temple of Tyre, and on the way, Goodale made some suggestions to her in a way that did not offend her, so that she could better get the answers she wanted, and when the Apostle of Light came to earth and saw the city that had been ravaged by the Dragon Witch Master for a while, the expression on his face was even more unpleasant.

"Who is the person responsible for this tragedy? Somast? No, Miss Seymour. Goodall said with a sad face: "It is that evil wizard, his personal grudge with the Dragon Witch Cult, but let Simon City pay for him, how ridiculous is this, he has brought too many disasters to Simon......

Priest Seymour held back his fire, and when Bishop Khazar saw her, he clearly felt the scorching heat.

"Oh, it's Second Bishop Seymour. Kazar smiled and said hello, seeing the other party's angry face, the old man made him quickly think of the reason why she might have come here, and his heart began to feel a little bitter, and at the same time he quickly turned his brain, thinking about how to deal with this female messenger of light.

A few days ago, the strength of the Shadow City suddenly shrank to the border of the Ionok Desert, which gave the exhausted Sambia Cormir coalition army a sigh of relief, and the Sons of Dawn army also had their strength.

At this time, the forces of light, of course, must liquidate their focus on fighting the evil that occurs in various parts of the kingdom during the period of the Yin Spirit.

"Excuse me, Bishop Khazar, for as much as I wish to observe the rites, my faith in the light and the anger in my bosom make it difficult for me to calm down and fulfill my respect for the rites. The cloud-filled priest Seymour's voice was low: "So, I hope we can go straight to the point, Bishop Khazar, in my mind now, Tyre's friend is trustworthy." ”

"Oh, of course I'm considerate of you, can you have a cup of tea?" Khazar laughed and gestured to the seat across from him, as if trying to calm the mood.

"No need. Two sharp glances fixed Bishop Qajar's hand in the air, and Seymour said the question in his heart word by word: "Bishop Qajar, I would like to know if the person who drove Tirantus into madness is the ruler of the city, Pan Diesel?"

Khazar froze and knew that this question could not be avoided, and after asking the question, the female apostle of light, who was panting, fixed a pair of burning eyes on his face, his white eyebrows tangled for a moment, and he had an answer: "No, the culprit is not called Pan Diesel." ”

"What's it called?" Seymour raised an eyebrow, "Penisian?"

Thanks to Goodall's prior warning, she knew the name.

Bishop Khazar struggled to suppress the movement of his palms, so that the fluttering signals transmitted in the nerves ended in his eyebrows.

The time has come to test his creed.

Tell the truth?Qajar looked thoughtful, but kept quiet attention to Seymour's face.

Although the title of the second bishop is not as loud as that of the first bishop of Cormier, it is much more imposing.

She is the spiritual leader of the Legion of the Children of the Dawn.

To tell you the truth, it will lead to unnecessary war for Ximen City.

Khazar sighed secretly and made one of the most difficult decisions of his life.

He shook his head at Seymour, then closed his eyes and silently began to repent.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and remembered a huge omission.

Seymour nodded, the anger on his face receded like a flood, took a deep breath, and walked out.

"Bishop Qajar is lying. Goodale said to a calm-looking Lady Seymour.

However, it did not cause a mood change in Seymour, in her mind, Tyre's allies were trustworthy, how could they lie?

"Your Excellency, you must bring justice and light to us, and in any case, Pan Diesel has brought us disaster. Goodall's face changed slightly, and turned serious again, and beside him, several nobles who had been found and dissatisfied with Pan Diesel and especially those whose relatives had become idiots helped them count the disasters that the damned wizard had brought upon them, and under the indulgence of Pan Diesel they had been bankrupt and forced to stay away from Simon, full of hatred for the wizard.

"Or may you ask the lady?" Seeing Seymour's still calm expression, Goodale suddenly pointed to the end of the road.

A squad of paladins returns from patrol.

Seymour looked at the female leader of the samurai, hesitated for a moment, then nodded slowly and walked over.

(To be continued)