Meli was not buried.

She was properly placed on a piece of grass in the forest and surrounded by a sea of ​​flowers. Although two years have passed, her body still has not rotted.

She lay there quietly, as if listening to the birds in the forest.

"After so long, her body is still intact, can she wake up?"

"I searched all over Britain, but I couldn't find a doctor who could cure her - she was dead, the King of Sweden, and with unrealistic fantasies, it would only bring greater pain to people."

Ella said nothing, but just silently put a bouquet of flowers in front of Meli. Her current situation made her face even more gloomy.

"Where else can we go?" Draguè wiped his tears and looked up at Ella.

Ella took a step and immediately felt a little unstable. She held a tree to support her body and pressed her heart with the other hand.

"It's okay," she said, "There's another person whose words will definitely help us."

Antilia.

This legendary island is well known to the pirates of the North Sea, but for Draguè, who has been living in the Seven Hills Empire, I have never heard of it. Although Ella has been there once, she cannot tell the specific location. They circled the sea for a whole day before finally landing on the island.

The swordsman on Antillia once saved Ella from Gregorian's magic. This was also the last helper that Ella could think of.

Many new wooden houses have been built on the island, but there are still some traces of looting by the army.

Mistertin still locked himself in the low hut without windows, thinking alone.

After more than two years, his hair has grown longer and his forehead has become deeper. The only thing that the sword in front of him has been reduced from six two years ago to four.

——"I'm thinking, how should the sword cut off the spirit body?"

After Ella was brought into the door, Mistertin first said this to himself. Then, he opened his eyes and stared at the sword in front of him, and asked without raising his head: "Sepia, why are you looking for me?"

"Sword Saint, I want to ask for your help," said Ella. "An apostle named Ibn Sina invaded the Seven Hills Empire with the intention of resurrecting the Son of God. I wanted to stop him, but failed. If the Son of God is resurrected, it will be a crisis for the entire continent. So, can you please…"

Mistertin interrupted Ella coldly: "Why didn't you look for me at the beginning?"

Ella didn't know how to answer for a moment. Just listening to this sentence just now, Mistertin seemed to blame her for being late. But if he combined with Mistertin's tone and expression of his speech, he seemed a little impatient.

She couldn't figure out what the sword saint was selling in the gourd.

Mistertin coldly asked the third question: "You didn't look for me at first, but now you come to me?"

Ella gritted her teeth and replied, "Because Ibn Sina is so strong. I can't beat him just by myself."

"Did you know the power of the apostles for the first time today?"

Ella shook her head.

"I will not help you," said Mistertin. "Sepia, if you want to get my recognition, you must follow your own path!"

"But!" Ella was anxious, "Sword Saint, how could we win such a powerful magician with just us?"

"You? Who are you? Who are you?"

After asking this, Mistertin closed his eyes and stopped talking.

Ella was thinking in the cottage for a long time, but she didn't understand the meaning of Mistertin's words. She asked out loud, but Mistertin had no intention of opening her eyes. She had no choice but to turn around in shame and prepare to leave the cottage.

But just after she stepped out of the room, Mistertin's voice came from the room behind her again:

"Sepia, which one do you think is better, sword or magic?"

Ella seemed to see a turning point and turned her head suddenly. But to her disappointment, Mistertin was still closed his eyes and lowered his head as before, not paying attention to her appearance at all.

"Swords and magic, of course, are more powerful." Ella replied.

Mistertin didn't agree with Ella's answer, just said:

"Sepia, remember that there is not only one way. Following your path, one day you will become very strong. And now--you have really done your best?"

Mistertin waved his sleeves from a distance. With a "huh", the door that opened out was sucked in an instant and closed tightly.

Draguè looked at Ella from afar. She realized that the girl in front of her who desperately wanted to look strong was on the verge of collapse.

"Where else can we go?" she asked Ella again.

"Where do you go?" Ella staggered forward a few steps, suddenly fell to the ground, covering her cheek with her hands, "I have found all the people who can help. I have done everything I can do. I really can't think of any way!"

"Since that's the case, then go back. Now, you can still fight Ibn Shina before the resurrection of the Son of God."

Draguer turned around and left. Ella, who had already broken up, could not help any more.

"Draguè, wait..."

"Our lives are all exchanged for others. Since we can't find a good helper, we have only two choices left." Draguè stopped and said to Ella, "One is to cherish our lives and avoid Ibn Sina, but once the Son of God is resurrected, we will not hide for long; the other is to take life and death lightly and seek revenge for Ibn Sina. I will choose the latter one, what about you?"

——"I choose to win."

Draguer turned around and was surprised to see that Ella, who had just been on the verge of collapse, stood up again with tears in the past few words.

"The Sword Saint is right. I haven't tried my best yet. I still have a way to fight against Ibn Sina. It's just that I'm too scared and I'm reluctant to consider it."

Ella looked at her palm. Under the skin, her ancestors and her lineage blood flowed.

"The gun of Langhinus, whether it is a curse or a holy weapon, has a powerful force. The 'natural' level Berengal can use it to fight Hestein at the 'elves' level. According to Paracelsus, it will have a better effect on the believers of the Abraham Church. If the gun holder is Draguer, you may have a chance to beat Ibn Sina. Although it is now in the hand of Berengal, according to the blood contract, its main object of loyalty... is me, Ella Cornelius Scipio."

"Langenus's Gun?" asked Draguè, "What are you going to do?"
Chapter completed!