Tj Daily with Kelsey

This is simply too incredible.

After all, in the mind of the misery statementr.

A prophet is an existence with that kind of power.

Although this "prophet" is the wishful thinking of the Lateran people, the person who narrated the suffering is very clear that for the Sakota people, they mistaken the prophet for the "righteous person" because they felt that the power of.

Therefore, after so many years, it can be said that all Lateran people are eager to know the whereabouts of the Prophet.

Of course she is no exception.

Moreover, the sufferer also understands that Mastema is no exception.

And the suffering narrative is well aware of why.

Although the mysterious person who dealt with the Religious Suzheng Army from the Lateran Notary Office for Mostima back then, his identity is still unknown.

But after so many years, she has collected fragmentary evidence, and she can roughly determine a direction.

The only one who influenced the decision of the Rutland Notary Office back then was the "Prophet" who was still in the Rutland area.

It's just that the suffering narrator doesn't understand why the prophets did that.

This is also the past event that Mastema was unwilling to mention, which was the first thing she thought of after learning that the prophet had left Lateran.

However, after she thought about it later, this possibility was too small.

However, it is undeniable that the narrator of suffering saw that she was deeply influenced by the Prophet in her subsequent actions.

The original Mostima was a very traditional Lateran Sakota, devout, rigid, and well-behaved.

However, after a certain incident happened, she was no longer that Lateran believer.

It's not that he is no longer pious, but that some kind of essence has changed.

Complete and irreversible change.

It is clear to the narrator of the suffering that Mastema has become so unpredictable that his character is so free and easy, and it is by no means unaffected by someone.

And the only person who can easily make a Lateran abandon his faith is the Prophet.

"Mostima?"

"what?"

Walking on the path of the manor, looking at the slightly yellowish bronze street lamps on both sides, the brightness in the manor seemed just right and pleasing to the eye, and Mostima felt very relaxed.

"Why are you a guest and carry two staffs with you?"

"Isn't that what I do all the time?"

"You usually leave the staff with me for safekeeping, hey, forget it, don't try to change the topic."

"Don't worry, I just want to know if the Prophet has changed after so many years."

"What changed?"

"Nothing." Mostima subconsciously touched his own black horns:

"By the way, do you think the prophet will not recognize me when he sees me?"

"It shouldn't be." The suffering narrator was a little uncertain:

"However, what exactly is the power of the prophet?"

"Who knows." Mostima shrugged:

"I'm not interested in the power of the Prophet, I just want to know where the Prophet has been all these years, well, Terra is so big, it's really hard to find a common topic, I hope the Prophet will not become Then it’s better to be boring.”

"Not everyone has the 'time' you have."

"That's right." Mostima lowered her tone when she heard this, and then she smiled freely:

"However, this is the distance the world leaves for everyone."

The ordeal declarant fell silent after hearing the words, and stopped talking immediately, and walked straight along with Mostima, and then saw the messenger not far from the Red Lion Castle.

"I've kept you waiting."

The person who made the statement of suffering hastily stepped forward and said hello:

"Suddenly taking the liberty to visit, I hope it won't cause you any trouble."

"It doesn't matter, since the two are friends of the military adviser, the door of Shivaash's house is always open to the two of you."

"Are you from Kjerag?" Mostima approached the courier about five steps away with a curious face, looked at her curiously, and said:

"It feels very different from the rumors."

"Hey, Mostima, you are too rude." The person who made the statement of suffering reminded him quickly.

The courier looked at the Sakota man with black horns, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, but he still chose a polite smile to signal:

"Two please invite inside, the dinner party is about to begin."

"Thank you." The ordeal reporter nodded slightly at the courier, and then tugged on Mostima.

Mostima handed the two staffs to the messenger indifferently, showing a bright smile: