"How is it, have you made a decision?"

In the early morning, two women with very similar appearances stood in the morning mist of the forest by the fence of the hill camp.

Anna Ximen was wearing a silk scholar's robe, with red hair spreading down from the waterfall. Compared to her cold and frosty sister, this female blood descendant was very gentle in terms of her behavior and expression and tone when she spoke.

Anna stared at her sister, looking at her tangled and silent look, and couldn't help but shake her head and said softly: "I told you last night that this is not a farewell to you. You are here, the Holy Land's pastor cannot die, and if you are not here, he cannot die either. Therefore, your status in the hearts of others is not as high as you imagined."

"Let's go, go back to Ximen with me. Today is the last day. My mother may come over at any time after handling the matter. The consequences of the situation are unpredictable... You don't want your mother to take action against the Holy Ancestor Pastor, right?" Anna even threatened, "If my mother takes action, the Holy Ancestor Pastor can't afford the price of resurrection."

"I'll go with you." Mahi was silent for a few minutes, and then slowly spoke in Anna's surprise gaze.

"Now?" Anna stepped forward and grabbed her sister's hand, and was about to chant the spell of advanced teleportation.

"No, I want to wait. Noon, until noon, if he can come back, I want to see him again." Mahi whispered in a begging tone.

Anna's eyes flashed slightly, and she said in a deep thought: "Is it noon? No problem, just go back before dusk."

"Um."

Mahi nodded, leaving Anna with a devastated back, and stepped into the priest's tent. Anna sighed sadly when she saw this. How could the noble King of Night allow her favorite little daughter to travel to the continent after following the buttocks of a Holy Land? It is impossible now, and even more impossible in the future.

Charles rode a wolf back to the camp at around 11:00 a.m.

Jumping off the wolf's back and standing in the overly deserted camp, Charles couldn't help but frown and look around.

Just one day passed, why did the atmosphere in the camp become so weird? He walked to the bonfire and looked down. He lifted the charcoal ash with the tip of his boots and whispered: "Didn't the fire raise last night?"

"How did they solve the problem of supper?"

Shir first looked at the quiet tent of the noble girl and then looked at the tent of Mahi. As a few days ago, the noble girl seemed to be sleeping in. The female blooded girl got up early and didn't know which tree to run to take a break.

Shaking his head, he simply walked back to his tent first, but as soon as Charles lifted the curtain, he saw the female bloody man sitting on the blanket, as if waiting for him.

"What's wrong?" Charles sat down and took off their boots, rummaged through the cabinets in the tent. They found the kettle and opened a sheepskin bag full of water. After filling the kettle, they put it on the charcoal stove. After finding some fire-raising tools, Charles was about to walk out of the tent, but was stopped by Mahi: "Wait."

"So what's wrong?" Charles sat back and put down his tools in a funny way.

"...I'll do it." Jade stuttered for two or three seconds, and the female blood suddenly lowered her head and said softly, picking up the fire-raising tool and flashing out of the tent like an escape. Seeing this, Char's eyes flashed.

After a few minutes, Mahi took back a pot of charcoal that was burning red, poured it into the charcoal stove, straightened the metal kettle and sat down himself.

She was very skilled in these tasks. After all, after following Charles, she was responsible for the daily daily affairs of the pastor. A game with high degree of imitation. The characters will naturally become thirsty and need water to maintain their lives. Charles went online early in the morning and left the Elf Hotel and returned to the camp. It can be said that the water has not yet entered.

"Gululu"

He took out the scroll and studied while waiting. After a while the water in the pot boiled. Mahi seemed to know that the pastor was hungry, so he took out the dried meat slices and some seasonings and soaked them in hot water. After a moment, the small bowl of broth had a strong aroma.

Charles sniffed, drank a cup of hot water first, then took the bowl from Mahi's hand, picked up the spoon and ate it bite by bit.

Mahi watched him finish eating quietly. His lilac eyes flashed with soft colors that had never been seen before. The priest who was eating and looking down at the scroll text seemed to have not noticed the strange gazes around him.

"I'll take it out and wash it."

He took the oily bowl. Mahi sent back his boots by the carpet and lifted the curtain before he finally turned his head and looked at the priest who had never looked up on the blanket. A faint look of disappointment flashed across his eyes.

pedal, pedal, pedal, pedal...

The footsteps are far away.

In the forest next to the camp, Anna Simon looked at her sister who had carefully washed the tableware and put it down before she came over, and her expression became gentler.

"Let's go."

Taking the initiative to tighten her sister's cold hand, Anna took Mahi into the forest, and soon a magical light floated in the dim jungle.

As the teleportation array disappeared, two female blood descendants from Ximen returned to the Dragon Coast.

The sun shines on the priest's tent, and a woman appears in the tent door.

"Can I come in?" asked in a gentle voice.

"Of course." Charles was still lowering his head and flipping through the Four-ring Divine Art Scroll.

The person who came was Aydul Caroline. She did not take off her boots and sat down, but lifted the curtain and stood at the door, staring at the priest and said, "She is leaving..."

"I know." Charles waved his hand.

"You don't care about your maid's departure at all?" Ayd's mouth smiled.

"Maid? No, it should be a follower." Charles looked up and said seriously, "The servant may not have his own will, but the follower has a will. From the day she recovered her memory, I knew that the contract could not keep her."

"The God's contract is OK, but you don't want to keep her." Aizhuo narrowed his eyes slightly, "There are people who pick her up outside the camp, and their breaths are similar, so they should be her sister."

"You should be glad that the Night King did not come in the end, otherwise Ogma would have to work hard to calm the anger of the demigod vampire."

"Oh, then I'll be grateful." Charles' answer was perfunctory.

A fragrance of plants and trees came to his nose. The female scholar suddenly took off her boots and sat next to the priest. She seemed to have figured out the priest's temperament and said in a joke: "I can see that the little vampire is very stubborn and rebellious. If you just spoke to keep her, it might be possible that the little vampire would follow you wholeheartedly and draw a clear line with Ximen from now on... As for her mother, the King of Night, you can try to bribe me, maybe I have a way to help you block her and make her unable to get through..."

Shire couldn't help but want to complain.

He had already made a definite judgment on the true identity of the female scholar, and the female scholar must have known this. Both sides did not expose it in a tacit understanding, otherwise I hope the lady would not talk to him in such a slightly naughty tone.

"I know." Charles twitched, "No matter what I said just now, it would affect her decision, so I didn't speak up. Leaving was her final decision."

"You are not like Ogma's priest." Aidra said with a wink, "The real Ogma's priest should be elegant, talkative, and full of personal charm."

"Don't you just want to be romantic?"
Chapter completed!