People in Xingtie are good at hugging thighs

The final scene of this story is:

The Silent Knight Safina, who has become a demon again, takes off her knight's boots and embarks on a long journey to the land of demons with Vanilla (the Saint), who is accused of being a witch.

In the story of this relic, a total of two women appear in the Jingting Church, which serves as the main background.

One is Safina, the silent knight in the church.

One is the church saint Vanilla.

Judging from Lao Mi's personality and the template of an old golden-haired friend, Luosha most likely has some stories to tell with this saint (or her descendants).

"So, what Luosha wants to know is what happened to this saint after she set out on her long journey?"

Gently rubbing his chin, after figuring out the cause and effect of everything, Mercer's CPU was running at high speed.

He was thinking, what kind of ups and downs story should he make up for Rakshasa?

Don't ask him why he didn't tell Luosha the truth. Even if you ask, he doesn't know.

Our boss is a good riddle-teller and likes to hide everything.

If He had just spoken to me directly, this outrageous mistake wouldn't have happened!

"Um... is it something that is hard to explain?"

"Don't worry about me, I can handle it!"

Looking at Moser groping his chin again and again, Luosha's heart had already risen to his throat.

As mentioned before, although Luosha had already prepared for the worst, if he heard the man's ending with his own ears, he would still find it difficult to control himself.

On the other hand, after going through countless twists and turns in his mind, Moser finally gave Luosha a silly smile.

"Not really. To be precise, I don't know the situation over there."

"That old man died right after he handed me this set of relics. I just found it by following the power of yours."

After saying this, he stared at the Rakshasa in front of him without blinking, although Moser had also thought about making a prank on the man in front of him.

But when he thought about what this guy might do after turning evil if he couldn't take the blow, Moser decided to give up.

"But if you really want to know, tell me the coordinates of your place, and I can go check it out for you."

"real..."

After listening to Moser's next words, Luosha, who originally felt a little disappointed and a little relieved, suddenly brightened up, but then quickly shook his head.

"forget it!"

"If the evil power of abundance is not eliminated, there will only be more tragedies in the future."

"If there really comes a day when I can finally realize my dream, then I will go back and witness the changes in my hometown with my own eyes!"

Clenching the pendant tightly in his hand, Luosha looked up at the sky, his voice full of emotion and nostalgia.

"that..."

Luosha, looking at this expression, scratched his hair.

After all, Otto is a real man and a funny guy. Mercer, who was kind-hearted, proposed to the Rakshasa in front of him with some hesitation.

"If the symptoms of the madness in your hometown are similar to those of the demonic body, then I can still help you a little."

At this moment, Mercer's expression was sincere. He swore that he had never come here to see what the saint looked like.

On the other side, after listening to Moser's words, Luosha's reaction was extremely intense.

The eyebrows on that pretty little face were twisted wildly, and the sadness on his face was instantly replaced by a vigilant expression.

The thorns around were growing wildly again, and Luosha asked Moser.

"Are you also the Masked Fool?"

"Ah?" Hearing Luosha's question, Moser was stunned on the spot.

No, what the hell is going on... Why am I the Masked Fool?

(Although if Ahha asked me to be the Masked Fool, I probably wouldn't refuse.)

Hearing this, Luosha couldn't help but sneer.

"Haha, don't pretend. Even the huge Immortal Boat Alliance doesn't have a way to cure the evil spirit, so how could you possibly have one?"

"So far, I have only learned how to suppress the demonic body from the Masked Fool."

"It was an extremely painful baptism..."

As he spoke, Luosha shuddered unconsciously as if he was recalling that tragic experience, and then he continued to speak to himself.

"The Masked Fool's method of resisting madness can only be mastered after going through enough hardships."

"This method can't save too many people at all."

Shaking his head at Mercer in front of him, Luosha seemed to have already regarded Mercer as a masked fool, and did not hide the disgust in his emotions.

Mercer: "......"

"Well, wait a moment! I'm going to make a phone call."

Facing Luosha's disdainful gaze, the corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously.

Unable to bear this kind of gaze any longer, Moser quickly made a pause gesture to the Rakshasa in front of him, and then quickly left the house.

After arriving outside the prison and leaning against the large iron gate, Mercer quickly began to call the only person he knew who was "suspected" to be the Masked Fool.

beep...

Not long after, as the interstellar communication was connected, a mean male voice was heard from the other end of the phone.

"Oh~ Let me see who this is? The...mate of the great Lord Beloberg."

"You are such a busy man, why did you suddenly think of me, old Sambo, today?"

Mercer: "......"

Shit! As expected, no matter how many times, I still can't stand Sambo's coquettish tone.

After taking several deep breaths to calm his complaining spirit, Mercer asked Sambo calmly.

"Today, I was mistaken for the Masked Fool. By the way, do you Masked Fools have any way to prove that you are not the Masked Fool..."

Sambo: “…”

"Merser, to be honest, when you asked this question, you were already qualified to join the Fool's Tavern."

After a long silence, Sambo said this to Moser in a deep voice.