At the same time, the golden finger came too late

Chapter 209 208. Sanctuary

After the explanation, Reinhardt did not do anything else. He chose to believe this innocent and kind girl.

Rol lay on Rem's thigh and began to close his eyes to rest. Rem began to patiently press his temples, not paying attention to the surrounding situation.

The first one to wake up was the blond elf with a broken leg. The snake venom had spread all over his body, but he was frozen in time, so he still had a breath left. It was a blessing to be saved now.

"Emilia!" The man shouted the first sentence when he woke up.

"Well, I'm fine now." Emilia hugged him, and tears fell unconsciously.

Rol still turned a deaf ear to the outside world. The purpose of doing these things was to build a bridge of trust, although he now had many choices.

Rol did not wait too long. The elves and the witch cult came to Roll to thank him.

Roll shook his head and said, "This place is no longer suitable for survival. Do you want to leave with Emilia?"

His words silenced everyone, especially the blond male elf. They lived here not only because this was their home, but also to protect the seal.

"Really? No need to thank me. I just did what I should do. You should thank someone." Roll pointed at the Sword Saint, picked up Rem and left here.

"Uh..." Reinhard treated everyone kindly. After contacting the witch cult members here, he found that there was a big difference between the ones here and the crazy ones outside, and he changed his mind about these people.

And Roll had already returned to the capital. After taking Ram away, he headed for the Sanctuary.

...

Sanctuary.

"Why~ don't you come~ yet." Roswaal looked eagerly and continued to flip through the Book of Wisdom, which still led Roll here.

He couldn't meet face to face, so he basically tried all other methods, but the other party was unmoved. Thinking of the other party's strength, Roswaal felt as powerless as facing the melancholy demon.

And Roel did as the other party wished, and spent three days to reach the barrier of the sanctuary.

"Is this the barrier?" Ram got off the carriage and came to the barrier.

"Here we are, let's go." Roel took one hand and walked directly into the barrier. When he stepped into the barrier, he felt that something wanted to pull him into a place.

"Lord Roel?" Ram and Rem looked at him. They were fine.

"Heh." Roel directly resisted. You know, he also maxed out his mental resistance. As long as he didn't want to, no one could take him in.

At the same time.

"Here, here, here~." Roswaal was very excited. This was his last hope. He felt very good when he saw a beam of light in the darkness.

The Book of Wisdom was updated, and Roel was asked to participate in the trial. This made Roswaal a little embarrassed. How to guide him?

"Are there intruders?" A young man with yellow hair and fierce eyes hurried to the barrier.

"Lord Roll, are you okay?" Ram looked at him with a worried look.

"It's okay, someone invited me just now, but I refused." Roll naturally disliked the other party. It's fine to lead him here, but he also wanted to invite him unilaterally? Do you really think he has no temper?

Boom.

A loud noise raised a cloud of dust, and the ground was also sunken.

"Who are you?" A voice came from inside, full of confidence, as if the other party would make them look bad if they didn't respond well.

"Impolite." Ram took the lead in attacking, and a gust of wind blew away the dust at the scene. The people inside stepped on the ground, and the ground cracked. It was obvious that it took a lot of effort to avoid being blown away.

"You are enemies." Garfiel rushed towards several people, wanting to kill them.

Roll didn't make a move at all. Ram just used a more powerful magic to directly injure Garfiel.

Garfiel, who stood on the ground again, recovered quickly from his injuries and looked at the few people with a serious face. Here, he was the shield of the sanctuary, the strongest person, and he had the obligation to protect this place and drive away outsiders.

He got ready again and continued to attack. His attacks were chaotic and full of flaws, but he was extremely powerful. It would not be pleasant to be hit by a punch.

"You are the type with thick skin and flesh. Ram will not hold back anymore." Ram said and used his strongest magic.

It was also a one-shot victory. This time, Garfiel was directly bloody and fainted.

"Little devil?" Ram came to Garfiel. Although the other party was unconscious, his injuries were recovering quickly.

"Let's go. I think someone will welcome our arrival." Luo Er stepped over the boy and walked towards the mixed-blood residence.

"Wait... You are not allowed to go over there." Garfiel stood up slowly, his eyes were a little hard to open, and he stood up with his own perseverance.

"Can you still stand up?" Ram turned around. She didn't hate people who sacrificed themselves to protect their homes.

"You'd better lie down. We're not looking for you." Roll turned his head and looked over coldly.

Garfiel's instinct told him to run, the faster the better, but thinking of the people inside, he stood there and fainted.

"Let's go, Master Roll." Ram dragged Roll away.

"Heh, Ram, I'll be jealous." Roll patted her head.

"Ram doesn't hate him, but the only person she likes is Master Roll." Ram comforted.

"Rem is the same as Sister." Rem hurriedly followed.

Outsiders always attract the attention of these people. Ram and Rem are different from the ghosts. Although they are not mixed-blood, if Ram does not have a strong talent, they will not end well, so they have a natural good impression of the people here.

"Welcome to the Holy Land. I have been waiting for you for a long time." Roswaal performed a funny clown salute.

"Heh." Roll flashed to his side and punched him in the stomach.

Roswaal knelt on the ground, spit out blood, and messed up the makeup on his face.

"What did you get by following the so-called gospel, Roswaal." Roll took out the other party's most precious thing and shook it.

"Give it back... cough it to me." Roswaal was in great pain, but he could not care about it and stared at Roll.

"The strong have the right to dominate, and you can't surpass them by imitating them." Roll stabbed directly on the other party's scar.

"What do you know? This is to tell yourself not to forget your former enemies." Roswaal began to chant magic, and Roll did not stop him, allowing the magic to hit him.

"Ahem~" Rozsval was blown away, and he looked terrified. Just like before, his magic hit the opponent as if it hit himself.

"It's really ugly. You dare to plot against me with your strength? Even Reinhard wouldn't do that." Roll shook his head.

"Give it back to me..." Rozsval repeated this sentence, not caring about being seriously injured. That was his belief for hundreds of years, the thing that supported him to walk down.

Roll didn't care about the clown who relied on this to survive, but just squatted in front of him and said: "You are not only a fly, but also an enemy. What do you think I should do?"

"Enemy..." Rozsval saw the twins beside the other party. Although they had grown up a lot, they could also be seen as the girls of the ghost tribe. So that's how it is.