A strange world

Chapter 1145 Chapter 67. She is still alive

"What is great will?" Annan frowned deeply.

Can catching the attacker close the thread?

"A being with divine power." Elder Ares spat out a strange but heavy word.

Divine power...

Could it be that the disappeared god has returned and wants to take action on the Elf Royal Court?

If Irilanze hadn't disappeared and was still thinking about forming an alliance with the elves, Annan would have escaped from Wilhelm without saying a word.

"It might be an artifact." Samael Yege said.

"Artifact?"

"That eye... looks a lot like Rudolph's eye."

"Rudolph's Eye?"

"The demon demigod from the abyss, after the battle of Haigaru, his flesh and blood was made into the Eye of Rudolph."

"The Battle of Hagaru?"

Samael Yege felt that Annan had a lot of questions, but he still answered patiently: "The Kingdom of Paem was invaded by the demon king, and the final battle began at the Battle of Haigalu."

The Kingdom of Paem again?

Annan had to re-examine the Paem Kingdom behind Prince Aidan. But now, it's more important to get more clues from the attackers.

"Is there no way to mend his soul?"

"Only the Moon Pool has the power to restore the soul." Samael Nightsong said.

"Then what are you waiting for!"

Facing Annan's doubts, Samael Yege said that the spring water of Moon Pond is extremely precious.

"Which is more important, the water of the Moon Pond or the face of the Royal Court!?" Annan asked.

"Moon Pond." Samael Yege said seriously.

In the old elven era, the lifespan of elves was almost unlimited, and the reason was the moon well... But the moon well was not inexhaustible. As it began to dry up, the elves stopped abusing the moon well that transformed into the moon pool and looked for new replacements.

The elves are indeed a group favored by God. Hundreds of years later, they discovered the World Tree and maintained "immortality" in another form.

Nowadays, Moon Well is almost used less.

Not to mention Yililanze... Even ten Yililanze, even epics, are not qualified to use it.

"Well..."

At this time, the attacker woke up.

"Is he okay?" Annan asked confused.

"His soul is extinguishing, and it won't be long..." Samael Nightsong whispered.

Elder Ares didn't want to give up yet, and was asking: "Besides setting up traps, what other conspiracy do you have, and how many other people are there!"

Such a rough interrogation didn't even want to talk about the attacker, not even Annan.

When he realized his condition, Vaughn was a little reluctant, but more relieved, and smiled: "What do you want to threaten a person who is about to die?"

"If you are not afraid, what about your relatives and your country? They will be involved in eternal death by what you do!" Elder Ares growled gloomily.

Vaughan sat up with his body gradually stripped of strength, leaned against the wooden wall, and said with a little sarcasm: "You hate the kingdom so much, is it because you have relatives who were killed by the people of the kingdom? It doesn't matter, the kingdom will come back soon, you I will go to accompany her soon.”

"Damn-"

"Let me try."

Annan suddenly spoke up and walked up to Vaughn.

Looking at him, Vaughan suddenly showed a hint of surprise and did not say anything provocative.

Annan noticed this gesture: "You know me, right?"

Vaughn said nothing.

"Your emotions tell me I'm right."

But silence was of no use to Annan: "What's your name?"

"Maintendent."

"I meant your name, not a meaningless string of cold code names."

"...Vaughn."

"Is there anyone you care about?"

"You want to threaten me like him?" Vaughn asked with a touch of mockery.

"No, I'm just saying, I did, and you got her."

Vaughan remembered that the elf...or Annan had asked himself before.

"I don't want to know the reason why you attacked the royal court. Your so-called conspiracy and hatred have nothing to do with me. I just want to save her.

Annan showed his sincerity.

Elder Ares was a little anxious, but did not interrupt Annan.

Vaughn suddenly covered his chest. Facing death, he thought he would be scared and unwilling, but he didn't expect to feel calm like never before.

"Who is she to you, a lover, a relative?" He asked again.

"My friend."

"How dare you interfere in the kingdom's affairs for the sake of your friends?"

"She helps me a lot, and I don't want people around me to get hurt."

Vaughan was silent for a while, then suddenly smiled with relief: "You are indeed very similar to him..."

"who?"

"Your friend is still alive, but I don't know where she is."

Annan felt relieved after learning the whereabouts of Irilanze. Ares then asked, "Who is the 'him' you are talking about!"

Vaughn didn't answer any more. He raised his head little by little, and his cracked eyes were in a trance, as if he had seen the day when he first met Prince Aidan.

Dressed in rags, he was begging in the lord's town. A young knight wearing bright silver armor came and stood in front of him. The sun shone on his blond hair like holy light.

"You have sound limbs and a healthy body. Why are you begging?"

Vaughan raised his head and grimaced: "Master Knight, I am a refugee with no identity and can do nothing but hard work. But I am too weak and no one wants me..."

"I understand, how about you come and do something for me?"

Vaughn lowered his head in fear, not daring to look directly at the knight: "Master, I... what do I need to do?"

"Eat something first and then get a good night's sleep."

Later that night, Vaughan woke up from the soft bed and felt that everything he had experienced was a dream.

Otherwise, why would there be the voice of the lord that he had heard outside?

Vaughan got up, walked behind the door, listened to the sounds outside, and hesitated whether to go out.

At this time, he heard the voice of the knight during the day.

"What do you think poor people look like? Ragged clothes? Smelly? Rude and dirty? Or lack of shame?"

"It may be cruel to say it, but it's the truth: These are ordinary people."

"Some people will think, how is it possible? But the life of civilians is like this. They have no protection, and any natural or man-made disaster may destroy them... What is the root of all this? It is the system of the kingdom! Why are people here born with this In this way, the sons of farmers can only be farmers, the children of slaves are still slaves, and the children of nobles are still nobles?

"This is simply treason! Your Highness Aidan, as a prince, how can you say that?"

"Why not? I want to break all these twisted, ugly rules that make people less human!"

Then Vaughan could no longer hear the quarrel outside, and the blood surged into his chest. His blood gradually boiled, but why... was it getting colder?

Vaughan woke up. He looked like a drowning man. There was a hazy white light in front of his eyes. He was breathing hard, but he was becoming more and more unable to breathe...

I really want to... see that day with my own eyes...