Quelras looked at Geralt with some disappointment.

The latter hurriedly said, "But my faith is still pious..."

"Let's go. You disappointed me."

Quelras whispered: "I'm very tired and need a rest."

Geralt opened his mouth and couldn't even say anything.

After a while, he shed tears, hugged the black cat, and gritted his teeth, and walked out of the room.

Bang!

The door was pressed.

After a while, Quelras suddenly closed the window halfway and a figure emerged from the fireplace.

"He's the better choice? Isn't he?"

It was a little girl. Her voice was very hoarse and low, and her syllables were not like humans.

"He is nothing more than an ignorant," said Quelras indifferently.

"But he is very religious." The girl stressed:

“Only the most religious people can complete our plans.”

Quelras looked at her and looked out the window. Under the wind and snow, a tall figure with a trembling figure was walking along the street with a black cat in a somewhat embarrassed manner.

His back is ordinary.

His steps were even staggering.

But Quelras stared at his back for a long time.

It was not until the wind and snow had passed the man's footprints that the old man slowly closed the last half of the window.

"There are many devout people, so you don't have to care about him."

Quelras seemed to be explaining to the little girl.

The little girl weighed her toes, made a cup of chrysanthemum tea for him, handed it over, and then couldn't help but whisper with some envy:

“He must be your favorite student.”

Quelras held the teacup tightly and said nothing.

His other hand, holding the letter tightly, returned to normal after the messy handwriting.

"I wrote this letter."

"But I never sent him out."

"Someone is mixed into us, we have to find him."
Chapter completed!