Finally, August's soul was sealed.
He will become a soul that has not died just like Prixis once was.
One of the lands imprisoned in Archduke Barlow's realm of thousands of dead.
There is no escape for eternity.
Until his physical body ages and dies, his soul will also dissipate.
But that will have to be decades later.
All in all, Aurelion learned a lot from this trip to the Kingdom of Cantor.
The reason why my father is recognized by everyone is because he is the most powerful warrior in the empire.
Grandpa is obviously not a king, but all the nobles respect him very much, even more than the king.
The most fundamental reason is the strength of the two people.
Strength is the basis for ruling a country.
At least there was one negative case like August that she would never forget. It was enough for Aurelion to understand the truth of this matter.
After the training, Aurelion dragged her tired body, took off her heavy armor dress, and took a shower.
In the past few days, because of learning undead magic.
Victor would not allow her to use other magic.
Prevent her from confusing other magic with necromancy.
Although Aurelion personally feels that she has almost mastered the knowledge of undead magic.
But Teacher Victor always said that what she did was not good enough.
The teacher always said that the necromancy magic she used was simply to transform a living creature into a different form.
It is equivalent to giving undead-like buff magic to living creatures.
And a real necromancer should be like her grandfather.
With a wave of his hand, millions of dead bones burst out of the ground and turned into a mighty army, invincible in the world.
Aurelion also knew that this problem was huge.
The key is that as far as she is afraid of the souls of the dead, there is no good solution.
So we can only take one step at a time.
Wearing a long towel, Aurelion walked out while rubbing her hair.
She was wearing clean clothes that had been changed long ago - those were the changes of clothes her grandpa had prepared for her.
The hair is still dripping with water.
Aurelion could never dry her hair without help.
Grandpa was not very used to having too many servants, so there were very few servants in the huge mansion.
The few remaining servants all have their own duties.
When she was in the palace, the maids usually wiped her hair and bathed her.
After she learned magic, she rarely asked maids to serve her, and a cleansing magic solved everything.
When she came to her grandpa, she was also restricted by the teacher who did not allow her to use magic.
Even taking a bath seemed a bit novel to Aurelion.
She is certainly not a delicate vase princess.
Even in an environment like a monster crack in the abyss, she could stay there for many days without leaving.
After finally drying her hair, she put on a towel and prepared to walk to the courtyard.
But as soon as she reached the corner of the courtyard, she was surprised to see a woman wearing a black nun's uniform and a veil over her eyes.
At this time, she was standing quietly in front of Victor.
Aurelion glanced briefly, then nervously hid aside and looked carefully.
After the nun was beaten, a very familiar girl followed.
It looks like she is about the same age.
She had long, sickly hair that was paler than snow, which contrasted sharply with her scarlet eyes.
These eyes are like bright gems under the sunlight, extremely bright.
Aurelion compared them carefully and discovered the biggest difference between the two.
Because she looked down at herself.
"..."
Lost, lost in this aspect.
Aurelion was a little depressed.
But here's the thing.
Isn't that Precious? Why is she here now?
Aurelion naturally recognized her. After all, she was a girl full of tragedy.
She learned the entire truth from Teacher Victor.
We also clearly understood how miserable the resurrected Prixis was.
If Teacher Victor hadn't been there, she might not even have been able to preserve the territory her father left for her.
Aurelion knew very well that Teacher Victor was now Pulisis's nominal adoptive father.
Only in this way can he become the lord of Shurburn and help Prixis keep her territory.
Although Prixis was pitiful, Aurelion still couldn't forget her ghostly appearance.
That time, it really shocked her.
So Aurelion did not go out directly, but hid aside and quietly listened to the conversation of several people:
"...Mr. Victor, I'm here with Pulisis."
"I will also fulfill my promise. Next, I will voluntarily be used by you as you wish."
Hearing these words, Aurelion, who was eavesdropping on the side, turned red like a red-hot kettle.
Under direct sunlight, you can even see faint white steam above your head.
Use it as you...want to?
What on earth is she talking about?
Just when Aurelion wanted to hear something else, Victor had already stood up from his chair.
He said to Michaela with an indifferent expression:
"Come with me."
"Prixis, you stay here first."
Priscilla nodded obediently.
The next second, behind Victor, a huge teleportation formation flowing with blue magic appeared, and the lines quickly intertwined.
After a burst of magic, a deep tunnel appeared behind Victor.
A storm swept around her, causing Aurelion to raise her hands to cover herself.
When the wind calmed down, Aurelion looked up again.
Only to find that the two figures had already disappeared in front of the portal.
Only Pulisis was left standing there, sighing slightly.
There seems to be some quiet melancholy.
Aurelion was a little anxious now and hurriedly ran out.
The moment she saw Aurelion, Priscilla couldn't help but be stunned.
Priscilla was obviously surprised by her sudden appearance.
Her ruby-like blood-red eyes were looking at Aurelion, and she was about to say something.
However, Aureliano's shocked words blurted out instantly.
"How could you just watch him being taken away by a bad woman!?"
"He is your father now!"
Pulix: "?"
…
A blue portal gradually fell down and stood quietly on an endless grassland.
The breeze blew gently, gently tufting the wild grass.
Victor looked around and found no extra people.
Then, he turned his head, looked at Mikaela again, and said softly:
"Just here."
Michaela also looked around, holding her hands together, seeming a little embarrassed:
"Isn't it inappropriate here?"
"At least there should be a room..."
Victor stared at her expressionlessly, and Michaela's covered eyes also looked at Victor at the same time.
The surrounding air seemed to gradually solidify for a while.
Later, Michaela took the lead in breaking the silence:
"Aren't we going to preach?"
"Let more people listen to the sacred teachings of the Goddess of Fertility and spread her love further."
When Victor didn't respond, Michaela tilted her head slightly and looked at him curiously.
As if she noticed something, Michaela's cheeks turned slightly red.
"I'm really sorry, Mr. Victor, I may have misunderstood you."
"As a person of the gods, I thought you would promote the greatness of the goddess more..."
She said a little coyly:
"However, I will still obey your arrangements."
"If you can't choose the environment, then at least be gentle."
Victor turned his head and stopped looking at Michaela.
Being a bishop of a church is a bit flawed, not to mention that Michaela is also an envoy of God.
As we all know, anyone who has any relationship with God is not normal.
So he simply said clearly:
"Will the personality of the divine messenger gradually move closer to God?"
Michaela quickly came to her senses, and her blushing cheeks returned to normal.
She knew that Victor was asking her a serious question:
"Yes, but no."
She put one hand on her chest, looked solemn, and answered calmly:
"For example, after receiving the divine power of the goddess, I am the same as the goddess, loving all things in the world."
"But I won't entrust this love to everyone."
Michaela demonstrated an example:
"Just like you, Mr. Victor."
"If it were anyone else, I wouldn't casually put myself..."
"Okay, you don't need to say any more."
Victor interrupted her narration and said calmly:
"In general, you still maintain your original personality and have not completely transformed into the incarnation of God."
Michaela nodded in agreement.
Suddenly, there was a sound of hoofbeats on the ground.
The ground gradually began to tremble, like a huge drum vibrating across the vast land.
The leader, Gwen, was wearing iron armor and thick bone armor.
He raised the reins, rode his horse, and flew out from behind a hill.
At that moment, Gwen came to the two of them.
She pulled at the reins and the horse reared back.
The brilliant luster of the silver armor flowed over her body, and an extremely holy knight suddenly appeared in front of the sky.
Then, Gwen's dull to indifferent eyes looked at Michaela with scrutiny.
Feeling the sharp gaze like a cold spear, Michaela couldn't help but be stunned.
While she was dazed on the side, Victor's voice sounded in her ears:
"So, something like this."
"As an envoy of God, do you have any opinions?"
