mething after going to Border Town that made the change now. Tifeko shook his head, leaving these distracting thoughts behind. “What’s the matter, Your Majesty?” “No, nothing,” the new king took a breath, “the storm is about to come.” No matter what he encounters, the population and location of Border Town are destined for him to retreat—nothing. There was a port, no fleet, and untouchable wilderness behind him. He could only defend that corner until he was exhausted by his own offensive. “Do you insist on leaving tomorrow?” the knight asked worriedly. “If you stop at some rain, how do you go to meet the real storm?” Tifeko turned around. Sooner or later, Roland Wimbledon would kneel at his feet begging for forgiveness, and the crown of the King of Graycastle would definitely be worn on his head, but these were just the curtains just started. The church’s movements and intentions are becoming more and more obvious. One day, Graycastle will fight against the church, and that will be the real challenge. “Go and work on your business, as soon as you complete the task I entrusted to you, you can return to the royal capital as soon as possible.” “Yes, Your Majesty.” Ed took two steps, then turned around and asked, “I almost forgot, my Majesty , What about the people who swallowed the pill and didn’t die on the battlefield? They are already taking the medicine for the third time.” “Let them incinerate with Clearwater Harbor.” He replied blankly. The knight led the way, and Tifeko suddenly felt a cool nose, raised his head, and the rain fell from the clouds, first a few sparsely, then more densely, and soon ripples on the sea surface. ******************* The new holy city of Hermes, at the top of the Sky Tower. “Damn it, damn it!” Tefren smashed the table fiercely, “This bitch of a bitch! Blasphemer! How dare she point her finger at the church!?” Mayne was still number one. The second time I saw the old bishop’s gaffe, the blue veins on his forehead violently, his beard trembled with anger, and his face looked like he