Dust of History Chapter 22:

Talis turned around and faced the airflow and asked loudly: "Where are you going now? If you want to send sister Aimei to Erasia, it would be faster to go to Ernst to get three teleportation scrolls."

"Come to the Forest of Whispers just to get enough well water, so that I have enough time, and now I start to get down to business..." Asa sat behind her side, looking at her long, white neck And the knife-shaved side profile suddenly felt a little strange. After being dazed for a while, he suddenly remembered and asked, "By the way, don't you ask me what that strange aura is? I thought you would."

Talis said lightly: 'You can say it if you want. If you don’t say anything, I will follow you all the time. I know that your journey is also for this thing. One day I'll know, I'll understand. "

Asa smiled, was silent for a while, and then said: "Actually, it's okay to tell you something. I came out with that thing this trip to find someone. And I don't know where this person should go to find me yet. Any leads..."

"Looking for someone? Then you should go to the Thieves and Adventurers Guild to offer a reward."

"It's useless to put a reward on this person. I asked the two current guild leaders of the Thieves' Union and the Adventurers' Union in King Capital of Ainfast, and the clues are also very vague. I have already done a good job of searching for a needle in a haystack. That’s why I went to the Forest of Whispers to get enough water from the Sun Well. If it’s really impossible, I have to go to the Far East to find a way...”

"Far East?" Talis was taken aback for a moment, then murmured, "I'm going too."

At this moment, His Majesty the Pope's complexion in Celeste finally reached a rare limit. Ever since he felt that aura last dawn, the pope's face didn't seem to be getting any better, and then it slowly got worse and worse until now. At least Adela had never seen this old man with such a complexion. Although he didn't show any anger or any sign of agitation, the frown and the cold aura around him all showed that he was in a bad mood.

"Go and call me Lancelot." His Majesty the Pope suddenly said to Adela.

Adela quickly bowed and exited. He didn't even dare to make a sound in front of the current Pope, the cold smell even made him feel his scalp tightening up and down.

The paladins were quickly led down by the cardinal. His Majesty the Pope didn't even wait for him to stand still and salute, and asked directly: "Lancelot, let me ask you. How sure are you of killing the Tamik knight?"

"Not sure." Lancelot's answer was simple and certain. "I might be able to beat him, but I can't kill him." Beating a man is not the same thing as killing a man. Especially for people like Knight Tamik who are used to acting secretly.

"Well..." The Pope nodded. After thinking about it, I asked again. "So what if it's that guy named Gru? Or, can he and Sedros join hands to kill Tamik Knight?"

"Still not." Lancelot still shook his head affirmatively. "First of all, Tamik will never fight this person. I know that his judgment has always been accurate."

The pope nodded involuntarily. He knew what Lancelot said was right. Perhaps the strongest thing about Knight Tamik is not his skill, but his tenacious nerves and pure rational judgment. Such a person will always know what to face Such an opponent. What kind of countermeasures should be taken in what kind of environment, like a most sophisticated machine. From a certain point of view, Lancelot is inferior to him.

As if to reaffirm the fact that he was unwilling to affirm, he asked again: "Does that mean that no one on this continent should be able to kill him?"

Lancelot thought about this question before answering: "I don't know... I can only say that as far as I know, it should be like this."

The pope sighed for a long time, nodded a little dejectedly, and said slowly: "But I am sure that he is dead now..."

Even Lancelot's face changed, he paused and said: "After all... there is no absolute in this world, maybe there is some accident..."

The pope didn't speak, but just stood up, walked to the window and stared at the scenery outside the window. After a while, he opened his mouth and said slowly: "Actually, I am very reluctant to calculate and arrange anything. Because I know that no matter how accurate the calculation is, it is impossible to keep everything under control, and accidents will happen to some extent. I have always believed that as long as I can grasp the direction in general, it is enough. It’s just that the facts are important this time, and I can only play with some people to play with these narrow-mindedness...” He turned his head and smiled wryly After a while, "But I don't know if this is my bad luck. This time I encountered such a big accident, Tamik Knight..."

"Your Majesty, please rest assured." Adela said quickly. Only he knew best what the death of Knight Tamik meant to His Majesty the Pope. If His Majesty had to choose to lose a hand or Knight Tamik, he would never choose the latter. And maybe he would like both hands.

"Of course you have to be relieved, if you are not relieved, you can do something..." The Pope sighed heavily again. As if some decision had been made, he had a look on his face, although it wasn't suddenly clear. But that gloomy color has also disappeared. "Since the narrow-mindedness has failed again, the only thing we can do is to do something bigger..."

The Pope said to Adela: "Go to Erasia and call Inham back to me. I have something to discuss with him."

"Yes." Adela bowed and exited. He was truly convinced. The most important confidant, the best subordinate, such a huge loss only made the Pope a little depressed, he can almost immediately withdraw from the pain of this loss, and make the next step like a normal person plan.

Being able to sit at the top of the continent. It's not just a fluke or something like that. I don't know how he will react if I die? The cardinal suddenly thought of this, and couldn't help shivering. Because he knew that he would never be as important to the Pope as Knight Tamik.

The village of Harmondale is an inconspicuous little place in the Calundo Basin surrounded by clouds and fog all year round. This small village was not well-known at all, not to mention other places, even in the autistic Karondo Basin, there are not too many people who know it.

But a year ago, this small place became very famous. The son of the blacksmith who ran away from here unexpectedly became the murderer who assassinated the Red Archbishop of the Empire, Ronis and the Duke of Mrak, and became the most ferocious wanted criminal in the history of the mainland.

Because of this matter, the royal capital even sent a knight order from thousands of miles away to investigate, and made a small mountain village into a frenzy, almost wanting to detain the entire village as wanted criminals. But in the end, it was inexplicably nothing. It seems that there is nothing famous in the investigation. I just heard that when the same officer was investigating, he was thrown or stoned and seriously injured. The young knight in the lead was carried out of Calendor. .

Since the incident of the wanted criminal, foreign adventurers and bounty hunters have been coming here to investigate and inquire about the detailed background of the five thousand gold coins. I heard that there seems to be signs of cancellation of the wanted reward in the capital.

However, all of this has not changed much for this small village. Such an earth-shattering figure suddenly appeared in such a small place like myself, it was as inconceivable as a fire-breathing dragon suddenly appeared in a rainwater puddle by the side of the road. This kind of thing has long been beyond the comprehension of the villagers~IndoMTL.com~ Maybe there is a mistake somewhere, and there are quite a few people who look alike. This is almost the common understanding of all villagers on this matter. Due to the dullness unique to the residents of the Calendor Basin, they are unwilling to let their main thinking go beyond the scope of their accustomed life. Apart from accepting the silver coins thrown by the adventurers and bounty hunters when they asked, they maintained a very normal mind about this matter. In the past year, except for the bounties of those inquiries that have improved the lives of the villagers, the small village has remained the same as before.

Three people came from outside the village today, they seemed to be young people from Adventure City, one man and two women. However, these three people did not enter the village in a hurry, but stopped at the graveyard outside the village first. The villagers didn't show too much curiosity. There are not many such people, as long as they ran to dig the grave. A group of adventurers once tried this kind of behavior in order to find clues, but the dwarves who came here were outraged by this behavior and taught these people who disrespected the dead and the earth a lesson. There has never been such behavior since then, and I have never dared to fight against the dwarves in Calendor. The earth around the tomb had been reinforced by the dwarves. The tombstone is still the same, with the name roughly written on it. A very ordinary tomb.

The incident in the cemetery outside the village was rarely passed by. Asa took off the mask, and his skin, which had not been exposed to the air for a long time, was a little pale. Although the magic mask was exquisite and breathable, it was different from such a bare face. of. Asa seemed to be able to feel the familiar smell of charcoal, and the unique humidity of the air in the basin was penetrating into his body and heart through the pores on his face.