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Chapter 227. To Be Buried Here

The chest of the Holy See was like a peeled coconut, with dried, dark brown muscle fibers on it.

Char frowned slightly. This was the effect of the level 80 skill [Rise of Wistfulness] of the Origin Sorcerer. It was either not effective, or once it was effective, it would mean instant death.

It could turn human fiber into a structure similar to the woody part of a plant. Fredrick was almost dead.

Fred grinned and showed him the inside of the Holy Shroud.

The runes were dark gold in color, but the words were slowly disappearing stroke by stroke. It seemed that less than one-fifth of the dark golden characters that were originally written on the Holy skull cloth were left.

Char recognized the words. They were words from the first era, and the content was a story about the God\'s Chosen One saving the world.

As for its function,

He was probably hanging on to his life.

most of the Holy Shroud you\'ve seen in the past was after I used it.

Shaya understood what he meant.

In the past, Fredrick would try to change his body no matter what, so he would never let go of a divine weapon like Saint Heber. No matter how he ended up, Shaya had already used the Holy hushcloth when she obtained it, so the dark gold words on it were naturally exhausted.

"So, you"

"Yes, ten minutes at most." The Holy See replied, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

the Holy Spirit is very strong. It should be the strongest opponent I\'ve ever met outside of that place.

His eyes were shining, as if he was reminiscing about everything that had happened during the fight.

Shaya knew that he was referring to the encirclement of the tin soldiers and the incident where he was beaten up by Kerry.

"Who is stronger?"

this kind of comparison can only be made by the winner. I\'m just a loser. I have no reference value. Frey chuckled. but they\'re very similar. At least, they have the same sense of oppression.

After a pause, he continued, " after that battle, the church began to prepare for war. They\'re like a spontaneous machine. All I can do is to bring forward the start of the war by six months in the name of the Holy See, so that they can start the war in a hurry. Only then will the elves have a greater chance of winning.

"Why?" "Isn\'t it easier to break through elfheim if it\'s brought forward by six months?" the Empress suddenly asked.

Frey glanced at her.

"Do you know about God\'s chosen one?"

The Empress shook her head.

"Shaya, who is standing before you, is one of God\'s chosen ones. Two months ago, he was still hanging out with the militia in the countryside of Astein. If this group of people were given six months, how much do you think they would grow? Although there are also chosen ones in elfheim, the church controls the most of them. If these people form an Army, can the elves stop them?"

The Empress was dumbfounded, and the look in her eyes as she looked at Shaya changed a few times before it finally dimmed down.

Mipeiro nudged Shaya with his elbow.

"Is what he said true? Are all the chosen ones as powerful as you?"

"No, they have too many dishes,"

The sword Saint seemed to be relieved.

However, he was not concerned about the elf. The only thing in this guy\'s mind was the sword.

Shaya looked at Frey.

"Where\'s Mia?"

I sent her to Arendelle to \'preach\'. "I don\'t owe you anything now," Frey said indifferently after a pause.

Shaya\'s gaze swept across liug\'s body, and he nodded.

"I understand."

He stood up and motioned for the others to leave with him.

Soon, only Luke and Fredrick were left under the tree.

Frey supported his withered upper body and barely managed to sit up. His gaze seemed to be fixed on Luke\'s face.

However, his eyes slowly sank into his memories.

Luke\'s gaze also fell on the calm lake, but he didn\'t look over.

The father and son did not speak for a long time.

"You\'re very much like your mother." Frey suddenly said.

Liug was slightly moved.

"She\'s a gentle woman."

Frey finished his sentence, then closed his mouth and eyes, waiting quietly.

Liug\'s Adam\'s apple bobbed a few times. The other hand that was leaning against his body clenched into a fist, then relaxed, then clenched again. In the end, he did not swing it over.

He turned back to look at Frey\'s current skinny appearance and suddenly felt a little bad.

However, it was immediately replaced by a more determined emotion.

He must want to hear me call him father, right?

He thought, and then shook his head in his heart.

In the end, he couldn\'t get over this.

The father and son looked at the calm lake as time passed.

Luke gradually grew impatient. He didn\'t know why he was impatient, but an impulse was rolling in his heart. It was as if it would become a hot name in the next second, and would come out of his throat.

He gritted his teeth.

Hold on for a little longer.

And then-

"I\'m sorry," she said.

After saying that, Frederick\'s arm fell to the ground limply.

Liug stared at him blankly, tears suddenly flowing from his eyes.

"F-father Zhenzhen"

He had never called anyone that before, not in the past, and not in the future.

...

...

"Is Miya safe?" Evileen could not help but ask.

"It\'s safe," Shaya sighed and explained,"the people of Arendelle don\'t believe in the Holy Spirit, but the royal family there is ten times gentler than you elves."

Three pairs of eyes looked at him.

Fine, I forgot about this.

in short, no one will make things difficult for her. It\'s just a problem if she can get used to the cold there. Shaya thought for a moment. it shouldn\'t be a problem. After all, that guy feels hot to the touch. It\'s like a heater.

"Oh, really?"

"Ahaha!"

The small interlude between the two of them made the heavy atmosphere slightly relax. However, the Empress\'s eyes kept looking at evilin, and no one knew what she was thinking.

Soon, they all looked at the tree.

They could all feel that the aura of the Holy See had disappeared.

"I want to bury him here." Shaya said.

Mipeiro and the Empress looked at each other.

"Then let us \'disconnect\' as well." Mipeiro laughed.

Shaya smiled and waved at the two of them. The light dissipated, and the spirits returned to the periphery.

Shaya stepped forward and touched lik\'s head.

"Did he say anything to you?"

"He said \'I\'m sorry\'."

"What about you?"

Luke pouted, and the tears that he had wiped away with great difficulty gushed out again.

"I\'m ... I\'m sorry, Zhenzhen!" Luke cried even louder."I ... I wanted to call him Yingluo, but I was too late. Yingluo, sorry Yingluo"

"It\'s alright, it\'s alright."

Shaya patted the young man\'s back.

"He must have heard it. I will."

...

...

Shaya buried Fredrick and the Holy Shroud under the oak tree by the lake.

After some thought, he erected a stele with the name " Frederick " on it.

It had nothing to do with identity, status, or strength.

It was such a person who had fallen into an eternal slumber here and would soon return to the earth.

That was all.

After the death of the Holy See, the connection between liuke and mainegreen had been severed, and at the same time, the small bottle had lost its magic lock. Logically speaking, it should not have been under control, but mainegreen had fallen in love with it. This guy had actually learned to burrow in and out.

Luke didn\'t know where he should go next, so he decided to take the bottle and go for a spin in the sea.

So far, this trip could be considered a fruitful one, and it was time to return the money to the agreed date with isillian.

After all, the elves were also very busy.

After everything was packed, evilin waited with lik not far away, while Shaya stood in front of the tomb of the Holy See.

He suddenly felt a little emotional.

No matter what, he never thought that there would be a person buried here this round.

"Maybe I didn\'t count you in when I said \'I want to save you\'- you\'ve done too many evil things, and even the heavens didn\'t let me save you. But that\'s good, we\'re even now, no one owes anyone anything, and we probably won\'t see each other again in the future, Yingluo.

"If I see the Holy Spirit of order, Qianqian, I will take revenge for you for Mia.

"Let\'s do this."

He patted the gravestone and turned to leave.

The breeze blew, and the weeds by the grave swayed as if in response.