deceased

In the center of the meeting place was a circular platform covered with firewood.

A temporary shed was built not far from the execution platform, and the nobles of Santu sat in the shed, eating fruit snacks leisurely, and discussing the scene that will happen later with great interest.

When Nicholas followed Hayden into the shed, he obviously felt the noise around him being sucked into his stomach by everyone's heavy breathing.Immediately, the nobles seemed to wake up from their lazy sleepwalking, and got up to greet Hayden one after another.Especially the ladies and noble ladies swarmed here almost like mad bees and butterflies.

Hayden responded politely to everyone.

Nicholas was secretly envious of his beauty, when he suddenly felt his shoulders tense, he was pushed forward a step, and was pushed into the middle of the ladies and ladies.He looked back at Hayden blankly, but Hayden smiled and said, "Nicolas, don't you have a lot of questions about Santu? I think the ladies and ladies who are both beautiful and intelligent will be happy to answer them."

Nicholas froze for a moment, Hayden had already escaped from it, and sat down in a remote corner.After Hayden sat down, he took out a book and read it with relish by the light of the fire in the shed.Such an obvious refusal made the lady and noble lady flinch, and turned to perfunctory Nicholas.

After knowing the identity of General Nicholas, their faces looked a little better, but the woman left quickly, leaving only the ladies to continue to explore the questions they wanted to ask.

Nicholas quickly merged into the cheerful conversation, and he didn't even realize that Meron entered the shed, and he turned around only after being reminded by the noble lady in front of him.

Macron obviously didn't want to bother the others.His gaze was fixed on Hayden from the beginning to the end, and he didn't mean to greet others, which made other nobles who wanted to talk back shrink back.

Hayden raised his head in response.

Mellon said, "I'm so glad to see you again so soon."

"Yes." Hayden smiled, "Every time I see you, you are in such a good mood."

Macron said with a smile: "Because the light shines on the earth."

Hayden said, "It's already dark."

McLone said: "But in my heart, the light is eternal."

Hayden closed the book, stood up and said, "So, you plan to persuade me to join the Holy Knight Order?"

Myron's eyes closely followed his every move, "Oh. I'm not ready to bear the wrath of His Majesty Ciro. I came here just to bring a gift."

Hayden remembered the gift Nicholas received, and said with a smile: "The generosity of the God of Light made me seriously consider the possibility of joining the Holy Knights."

"No no." Myron shook his head and said, "This gift is not from the Illuminati Society. In fact, uh, maybe we should find a secluded place to talk alone."

Hayden looked at his face, vaguely guessed something, and his smile became erratic, "Okay."

The Santu nobles watched them leave the shed one after the other and walked towards the distance, curiously asking what happened to Nicholas.

Nicholas thought with a wry smile that he probably knew less than them.At least until these nobles introduced each other sentence by sentence, he had no idea that the fat man in white robe was the seventh-rank priest of light in the Society of Light, second only to the pope and priests of the gods.

Seeing that he could not get any news from him, the Santu nobleman quickly backed away. Even the noble ladies who surrounded him seemed dissatisfied with his cover-up.

Nicholas could only sit down on his seat in despair.

Santu's impression in his mind became a parabola, from low to high, and from high to bottom.

McLone is familiar with this place.He quickly found a corner where no one would disturb him.

Seeing him stop, Hayden was about to speak when he saw him take out a dark green witch corpse from the interspatial bag with a pair of gloves on.The witch corpse stood stiffly between the two of them.The moonlight in the sky shone on its body, giving off a layer of oily light.

He felt his nose was a little sore and couldn't help rubbing it.

From the time he took out the witch corpse, Myron had been paying attention to his movements, but unfortunately the dim light could not allow him to correctly judge the emotion flashing through Hayden's eyes.

"And this." Myron put the bottle and brush on the ground, then took off his gloves and gave it to him. "He said it needs to be maintained every three months."

Hayden has completely put away his emotions at this time.He took the gloves, put the bottles and brushes on the ground into the space bag, and then his father, finally took off the gloves, looked at him as if nothing had happened, and said, "That's all?"

McLone said: "Ah, there is another sentence. Although I personally don't agree with it, he thinks it is a very good witch corpse. He hopes you can treasure it."

Hayden said, "Is this the last sentence?"

McLone said: "If you have known him long enough, you will find that he has a common problem that most necromancers have-reticence."

"So, he is the Necromancer who was burned at the stake today?" Hayden asked indifferently.

Mellon said: "Yes." Looking at Hayden's expression, he suddenly felt that perhaps the Pope should not agree to return the witch corpse to Hayden.Remember the question the Pope asked Hayden when he was in Sigemo.At that time, his views were consistent with that of the Pope.As the Marshal of the Empire, it is absolutely impossible for Hayden to openly fight against the God of Light for a necromancer.At the beginning, he did this only because the necromancer had his father's body in his hands.But now he's not sure again.Although Hayden's expression was very calm, even so calm that it was almost cruel, there was always some uneasiness in his heart, like the suffocating tranquility before the storm.

Fortunately, the burning will begin in 10 minutes.He didn't know if the Pope had included Hayden's variable, but it was fine even if he hadn't, since this is the headquarters of the Society of Light, so Hayden would not succeed even if he wanted to do something.Thinking of this, he felt that his opinion of Hayden was a bit ridiculous.After all, this is the Marshal of the Banding Empire, the emperor's most trusted confidant.

Hayden put the gloves into the interspatial bag, "Thank you for sending this gift that is so precious to me."

Melon hinted insincerely: "Although it is your private matter, as a priest of the light, I would like to give you a sincere suggestion. The dead cannot be resurrected. Even if the body is kept, one can only see things and think about people. Let the body be in the light. There is a better way to get rid of it."

Hayden raised his lips, "Thank you for your advice."

"No, this is just a suggestion." After McLone finished speaking, he bowed slightly, leaving this secluded space to him alone.

The corners of Hayden's mouth slowly collapsed, and his right foot kept hitting the ground.

He knows that now is the time when he needs to calm down the most, no matter in public or private, but the urgent time and disturbed mood make his thinking disordered to the extreme.If the two ends of the balance are the Empire and Mundra, he will choose the former without hesitation. This is the mission of a soldier and the responsibility of being a nobleman of the Banding Empire.But now the empire is not in a position where it has to choose between Mundella and Mundra.Maybe, he can think of a better way.

Flames suddenly came on at the bend in the path ahead.

Although he could only see the faint flames, he could already imagine how the flames were burning.

Hayden's heart suddenly settled down.

The strange thing is that since he knew that the necromancer was Mundra, all he thought about was how to save him, not whether to save him, or why he should be saved.

why?

Hayden realized that this might be a more difficult question than how to save Mundra, so he didn't obsess over the answer, but temporarily put it in his heart.

The fire grew hotter and hotter.

Under the escort of Sophiro, Mundella walked out of the Temple of Light slowly, wearing a bracelet and anklet, and then walked slowly to the edge of the execution platform amidst the exclamation of the Santu nobles.

The heat of the flames was constantly blowing on his face.

Mundra narrowed his eyes suddenly.

Suddenly, the clone of the Pope appeared in midair, still an illusion, but it could make people feel the pure and holy light power more than a real person.

The Santu nobles and the representative of Shamanlier who had just arrived stood up one after another.

The pope said: "The goddess is willing to forgive everyone who has lost his way. Mundra, are you willing to repent for your mistakes?"

Mundella ignored him, because he seemed to see Hayden's figure looming behind the firelight.

"Are you still obsessed with it?" the Pope sighed.

"If this is the case, I hope His Majesty the Pope will hand him over to the Ban Ding Empire!" Hayden's voice abruptly interjected into the sigh.