The dining table that day was so quiet that only the sound of knife and fork collision were left.

The solemn atmosphere hangs down to every corner of the hall like night. The meal feels particularly painful, with knife and fork moving frequently, and the silence is like dishes on a plate, cut into pieces and swallowing them into the stomach, as if as long as you swallow all the food, you can resolve this embarrassing situation.

Until the meal was over and the soup dried up, the two of them sat quietly in their place, and no one showed signs of getting up and leaving. After a while, a heavy sigh slid out of their noses, followed by Elevin's soft voice.

"Isseus, are you still angry?"

Isius glanced at him as if nothing had happened, his eyes half-hung and murmured: "I don't know."

Hearing this sentence, Elai couldn't help laughing. "It's indeed my fault. I shouldn't make unreasonable trouble with you, nor should I disturb your work. I'm sorry."

"I……"

Isseus finally looked at him in front of his eyes, looking like he was silenced, and he collapsed his shoulders in frustration. Just when Ela thought he was going to confess the morning quarrel, the topic turned slightly.

"Even if you and Pan Di come to help, under the circumstances at that time, the Waste Soul still has a great chance of becoming a deceased master. The barrier was destroyed, the Waste Soul was generated in large quantities, and the particles were restless. No matter how you wanted to stop it, the conditions for generating a deceased master were too complete, which was just like someone deliberately arranged it."

Someone deliberately arranged it.

Elai heard something in Isius's words and asked dryly: "What does it mean?"

"The generation of the Death Lord was not accidental, but was deliberately arranged by someone. The anti-god elements do not have this ability yet. Sager and I reasonably suspect that there is another Death Lord. The Death Lord is very smart, knows how to confuse the public, sets a guise, divert our attention, destroys the barrier and makes the desolate soul restless, and finally merges.

"The Lord of Death and the Soul of Death are two completely different beings. The Lord of Death will create more Lord of Death. They look for strong emotional historical memories, activate particles, and create souls and get new Lord of Death.

"We didn't want you to intervene in this matter, it's too dangerous. Pan Di's words today made me think about it for a long time, and you will all become the chosen ones of God. It will be of no benefit to you if you blindly protect yourself."

While Isius was speaking, Ele listened without expression, which made people mistakenly think that there was almost no response. When Eleus finished speaking, Ele spoke slowly, and then he could hear a little emotional ripples from his voice.

"So, what should I do now?"

"Um?"

Although it seemed calm, Elai's tone revealed a sense of worry. He did not get angry about being kept in the dark, but instead cared about the follow-up of the person who claimed the deceased.

"One of the deceased owners is troublesome, let alone two now. Can you deal with it? Do you need help?”

"Stop." Issius made a stop gesture and laughed in silence: "It's because it's already very troublesome. Don't you and Pan Di to make trouble, do you know?"

"Um……"

"The person who reported the death was left to me and Sager to deal with it. You and Pan Di continued to investigate the memory. Do you know?"

Even if he was willing to let go and tell Elai more information, Isius's attitude was still very tough, just not allowed to take risks with Pan Di, and there was almost no room for reversal. Seeing that it was a foregone conclusion, Elai also briefly told about today's discovery, as the end of the dinner.

Before the two went upstairs, Ele walked to Isius's side and said meaningfully: "Do you have something to tell me?"

Isus seemed to have not heard it, and climbed up the stairs calmly until his figure was about to disappear at the end of the stairwell, and a faint sound came.

“…I’ll tell you when I’m ready.”

After the conversation, Yilai returned to her room to wash, changed into her pajamas, emptied her thoughts, and was about to go to bed, but she received a message from Pan Di with magic.

The message is very short, only a short sentence - I am downstairs of the west tower, can you come to see me?

Yilai looked out from the window of the room and saw a small pearly white figure standing alone downstairs. He had no choice but to sigh, put on a nightgown and went downstairs to answer the door.

"I'm sorry, I'm here to disturb you."

The long braids were untied, and the snow-white hair fell along the body, making the originally slim and look even more pitiful. She was wearing a nightgown and looked like she had taken a shower. The faint fragrance mixed with the night breeze, floating towards Yilai from time to time.

Her eyes were red. She was crying.

When he found Pan Di crying, Yilai was frozen and didn't know what to do. After realizing it, he realized that he should use to wipe her tears. So Yilai went back to Sita and took her handkerchief. Pan Di whispered to thank her, took the handkerchief, wiped away the tears, and whispered her nose, "Can you take a walk with me?"

"Um."

Yilai could not find a reason to refuse. It should be said that even if there was a reason, the current situation would not be allowed to be rejected. They walked slowly in the courtyard in the center of the Zhaixing building. In the night, insects were chirping everywhere, and the oncoming evening breeze brought the fragrance of plants. The only light was the light from the rooms of each tower.

Along the way, they did not talk much. The two of them kept a distance, only occasionally hearing Pan Di's sob. A fountain was set up in the center of the courtyard, and the water flowed out from the exquisitely carved porcelain. Water foam splashed everywhere, drifting to Yilai in the wind, and her skin felt cold.

They sat down on the cold chair next to the fountain, listening to the gurgling sound of the spring water, Pan Di finally stopped sobbing and told the reason why Elaine came out at this time.

“…I had a quarrel with my brother.”

"I can feel it."

Eighty-mostly, Sager told Pan Di about the second deathlor and forbidden her from getting involved. Regarding being kept in the dark, Ela paid more attention to the follow-up of the deathlor and did not rebound much, but Pan Di obviously had a different view.

“It’s like this every time.”

She wiped her tears, murmured faintly, and then she seemed to feel that it was not enough to express her emotions, and shouted again: "Sagel is like this every time!"

While she was talking, the particles scattered in the air suddenly sparked lights.

"No East and West! I'm always afraid that I'll be injured! Overprotect! Although I'm not yet an adult, I'm not a child anymore! He thinks he is, and his mother doesn't care about me like this!"

Pan Di complained endlessly, and the fireflies became brighter and brighter, surrounding them in an instant. At this time, Elai finally remembered another characteristic of the particles - unreserved emotional catharsis, which would prompt the particles to activate and present the scene in memory.

Amid the complaints of the fluorescent particles and Pan Di, a scene came to his eyes in an uproar. Yilai saw himself standing in an entirely unfamiliar room. Sager had a cold face and instigated him with a harsh voice.

‘Pansoudiya, let me explain what happened today.’

‘I’m worried about you.’

From Pan Di's perspective, Yilai could clearly feel the depression and depression that stirred in her chest. Pan Di twisted her fist unwillingly, rushed to her forehead with anger, and burst out tears. She opened her mouth to refute, but the pressure exuded by Sager made her unable to raise her head - Sager was even more angry than her, not only angry, but also angry.

‘Oh? Don’t you worry about yourself? Have you ever thought about how I would explain to my mother if something happened to you?’

The memory was interrupted here, and Yilai was suddenly pulled back to reality. Pan Di hurried on the chair with a grievance, and tears fell down again. This time Yilai did not stand there, took out a spare hand towel and wiped the tears from Pan Di's little face. Pan Di took the second hand towel and wiped his face clean. Although his eyes and nose were slightly red, the particles no longer flashed, and his emotions seemed to have stabilized temporarily.

"That... I'm sorry, I'll find you so late, listen to me."

After venting, Pan Di seemed to feel a little embarrassed, but it was not suitable to take it. Although he had no memory, Yilai could vaguely feel that he was probably not a sociable type. The awkward atmosphere was circling around the two of them. After a while, he heard Yilai's voice sound softly.

"And what? What do you think should I do?"

Pan Di bent his head in confusion and let out a "Huh". Yilai continued in a calm and rational tone:
Chapter completed!