When Roman and others just left.

"Long time no see, my old friends-"

Wendy touched the great sword inserted on the huge rock with a look of remembrance.

"Damn Babatos!"

The out-of-time roar deep underground interrupted Wendy's memory.

"You're not dead yet?

Huh, fortunately, it came in time, otherwise it would be troublesome.

However, now is not the time to chat with you.”

Barbatos smiled and played the harp that came out of nowhere.

The seal is activated again.

The roar from the ground disappeared.

Wendy took out a bottle of dandelion wine.

He first drank a sip, and then poured all the remaining wine on the ground.

"Maybe it should write a good story, it will definitely be a big deal this time, hum...Roman, just wait, I will definitely find the venue!"

Wendy smiled and pulled out the paper and pen, which would be used to record the poet's fleeting inspiration.

"The story I want to tell began with Mond's construction

The God of Wind united with the people dominated by tyranny and pushed down the old dynasty

A new country was first established, and the demon god who should have been dormant began to rage

"Western territory should not be so deserted"

The God of Wind said

The raging demon should be defeated, and the territory it possesses should be handed over to people to live and cultivate

People who have experienced the struggle have followed the God of Wind to the canyon

This barren and filled with evil forces welcomes the warriors who have overcome all obstacles.

"Well, you are obviously a stone with that guy, you should be as calm as that guy."

The violent demon god didn't take the god seriously, he let out a roar at the God of Wind

So the song of the wind resounded throughout the sky, and the raging demon returned to the dust

But the relatives of the God of Wind died in this long war

Like a dandelion, beautiful but will eventually drift away and return to the dust

What wind can do is to guide their heroic spirits to the land of the wind as much as possible

But the demon gods are difficult to eliminate, and the heroes' swords have not yet fulfilled their mission.

As that said, the name of the hero should be left on the monument

The hero's deeds should not be buried

So I toasted a glass of dandelion wine and decided to sing the ancient stories."

"Okay, let's just stop here."

Wendy stroked the sword on the ground one by one.

After flashing, he disappeared as if he had never been there.

...

It's almost dark.

Roman and others returned to their previous camp.

Several people sat at the round table, staring at each other with big eyes.

Qin first broke the awkward atmosphere: "So... Is this time a waste of effort?"

"There's nothing to do about it..." Roman spread his hands: "Although that guy Barbatos is quite unreliable."

"Oh, that's all."

The goal this time is mainly to investigate the Abyss Cult and learn some news about the Dragon Disaster from it.

but…

Who would have expected that an accident like exploring the sword tomb would happen?

The Abyss Mage met.

But it was suppressed a long time ago.

Even if I ask, I'm afraid there will be no news.

Return without success.

The piano was a little depressed.

"Well... you don't have to be depressed, at least we have met Lord Babatos, right? If we brought back his news, the people of Mond would be very happy."

Barbara comforting tray.

Qin shook her head: "The Wind God should have a reason to not show it to others. We just need to follow the wind to guide us."

The wind direction has changed.

Now Qin understood what Barbatos said to her at that time.

Perhaps Roman, a butterfly from another world, will bring new gusts.

"Ah by the way, Sister Rosalia, please keep this secret?"

"Hmm... Sister Rosalia?"

Qin reached out and shook her hand in front of Rosalia.

"Are you too tired?"

Rosalia nodded.

From the moment she came back to the present, she has been in a state of uneasiness.

Barbatos...The Wind God...

A complex mood occupied Rosalia's heart.

‘Do I still believe in that god devoutly?’

She asked to herself in her heart.

The answer is obvious.

As a nun, Rosalia did something to rebel against the nun’s code.

She glanced at Roman with a complicated look.

Say it gently.

"I'll go to rest first."

...

"Well... Sister Rosalia, she's a little abnormal..."

Barbara whispered.

"Maybe it's because I'm too tired today."

"Maybe."

"So... are we going back the same way?"

Roman, who had not spoken, thought for a while: "At present, it's still a little earlier."

Now, Wendy and Ying are working on dealing with the Dragon Disaster.

Well

Leave it to them.

It's not too bad to go back...

and…

Roman’s job - writing.

When he thought of the unscrupulous editor who was urging updates at high intensity, his heart twitched.

As long as you are not in the city, that period will not be counted, right?

Don't count?
To be continued...