Some desolate outside the tower.

After dressing, Mr. Charles looked silently at the trembling guards.

They looked a little overwhelmed, maybe someone had secretly informed his ambitious son, maybe someone had begun to secretly confess their past crimes... but he didn't care.

He knew that only he knew the source of the sin behind all this.

"It's time to eradicate that cancer..."

He began to wear all kinds of equipment for himself. Tattoo warriors did not rely solely on the power of their ancestors' tattoos. In fact, as an old warrior for many years, Charles understood the preciousness of equipment more than anyone else.

For example, his ancestors, the battle axe, was a very powerful weapon even in the legendary field. Unfortunately, the Sebalon family has not had a legendary character for many years, so it seems that they have been covered with some dust over the years.

It is time for the light of our ancestors to shine again on this barren but stubborn land.

Charles scratched his neck, grabbed an obese bug from the back of his hair, pinched it to death casually, and stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it.

The guards next to them were trembling, as if they were afraid that they would be stuttered by Charles like the fat bug.

"Why are you still standing here?"

"Go to the city and help as much as you can!"

Charles yelled in a low voice.

The captain of the guard gritted his teeth and said, "But most of the people in the manor..."

"I don't have time to control your side." The old man looked at the tribesmen who silently stood in front of Banes indifferently.

What he cares about is something more important.

"You guys go by yourself. It's good wherever you go. Tonight is a troublesome. Anyone who has not lost control should do something? Do you understand what I mean?"

Charles' voice was thick and powerful, and the guard captain was shocked.

In fact, he also guessed something in the previous series of changes, but only when he said it from Charles's mouth, the seemingly absurd imagination can become a fact.

Is the change of Master Banes really because of that strange legend?

Just as the guards were still hesitating, the old man had already taken big steps and walked north.

His aura was quite strong, he was in a hurry and had no intention of hiding his own aura.

Even though there were clusters of thorns in front of him, he was split with an axe and rushed directly over.

Seeing that Charles was about to disappear from their sight, the captain chased after only two steps and shouted:

"Clan leader..."

"Where are you going? If something really happens, isn't Wildfire City the place that needs you the most?"

Charles' pace paused in the thorns for a moment.

Soon, his low voice came:

"Wildfire City does need me very much, but there is a place that is even more important!"

"If I guess correctly, the current Wildfire City is facing the danger of falling, so I hope that if you are still warriors of Sebalon, you can help some people... As for me, I can't clone it."

"The only hope now is to protect our ancestors, so we can kill less people in the Iceland."

After saying this, his back completely disappeared into the night, extremely determined.

The two garrisons gathered together and looked at each other.

"You guys tell me whether there was something wrong with Master Banes or the old patriarch..."

Someone smiled bitterly.

The captain who had asked before took a deep breath and suggested:

"I decided to go to Wildfire City to check out."

"No matter who has a problem, I always have some ominous premonition."

"The Wildfire City was built by our ancestors of Sebalon... I will not give up on it easily."

This person also looked quite prestigious in the team, and the rest finally chose to agree.

Soon, these people left the manor and rushed to Wildfire City.

A few minutes later.

A gecko suddenly emerged from the crack under the earth!

But the gecko looked listless and had a bloody tail broken!

"Charles..."

"Have you really challenged the evil god?"

"Legend, legend!"

The gecko murmured to himself in a low voice.

He glanced at the Wildfire City shrouded in the black light, and finally chose the opposite direction and followed Charles's footsteps.

...

The Wildfire City tonight is particularly quiet.

In the east of the city, the winter cathedral, which has always been sparsely populated, is even more empty, with only a middle-aged man in a thin single dress sweeping the floor.

A black cat licked his paws lazily and looked at him on the chair in the hall.

"They said that in the Church of the Ice Goddess, you were once a very good divine follower, and you might even become a voter of His Highness."

The black cat yawned, his voice seemed a little dry and harsh: "Call me, you are indeed quite talented in sweeping the floor. If His Highness the Goddess summons you to sweep the floor in the Kingdom of God, you will definitely do a good job."

The middle-aged man's face was calm, but he just repeated simple movements:

"If you want to learn, I can teach you."

Black Cat said contemptuously: "You can do such a skillless job as sweeping the floor so seriously. No wonder you lose your favor; everyone knows that the Ice and Snow Goddess is a moody woman, especially the old aunt..."

"Speaking of this, this is also a strange story in the divine world. After the legend, most mortal professions can reshape their bodies and modify their faces; as powerful as gods, they can eliminate all kinds of disadvantages of mortals. Except for a few extreme feminist gods who have destroyed their reproductive abilities, most female gods will at least eliminate their period once a month... but the Ice and Snow Goddess does not."

"Are there any other reasons behind this?"

Even with such a calm attitude of a middle-aged man, his eyelids were pounding by the words of Black Cat.

He couldn't help but put down the broom in his hand, and scolded him angrily and amused:

"As a former saint, no wonder the goddess has always held you as a black cat, following mediocre people like me..."

"If you have this kind of blasphemous remark, you might have been skinned long ago if you were other clergymen!"

The black cat said disdainfully:

"What's wrong with blasphemous remarks? I'm the body cursed by His Highness the Goddess himself. Who can peel me except the Pope? Try scratching me?"

"It was really a pity at the beginning. As a saint, I couldn't help but fall in love after seeing the goddess's face; I almost kissed her at that time, do you know? Although the goddess got angry afterwards, she did not kill me, but just sealed me lightly... Do you think she likes me?"

Middle-aged man: "…"

"Woman, it's really elusive..." The black cat scratched his claws, looking like a holy hand in a flower cluster.

"Give it aside."

The middle-aged man suddenly waved his broom and swept the black cat's position away.

The black cat was angry and embarrassed: "Gealot! You did it on purpose, you were jealous! You also like Your Highness the Goddess, right?"

Geralt held the broom, pondered for a while, and slowly shook his head:

"It shouldn't be."

The black cat said angrily: "Let me know, yes, or no, what does it mean not?"

Geralt sighed and said, "I am stupid. Although I am forty years old, I don't know what I like."

Black Cat laughed: "Poor old virgin..."

"For you still have self-knowledge, I won't be with you..."

Suddenly, the black cat's voice stopped abruptly.

Because the church gate, which has always been ignored, was pushed open by a powerful force.

In the shadow of the candlelight, Geralt and the black cat saw a proud and indifferent shadow.

He was hiding under the wizard's robe, his eyes were green, like a wolf in a pack of wolves.

"The Church of the Ice Goddess?"

"Only the Goddess of Ice and Snow can build churches in the land that is forgotten by the gods."

"But if I remember correctly, there is only one second-level magician here, right?"

Behind him, a group of black shadows appeared. They whistled in a low voice, tearing each other's clothes, like living zombies!

"It's true."

Geralt put down the broom in his hand: "I only have the second order."
To be continued...