Chapter 5: Worshiping the Souls

Several little witch hunters began to scream, and the return of their acquaintances injected vitality into Kelburg.

On the saddle, several people sat safely, Russell, the second senior brother of the Lynx Sect, Harden, and the younger junior brother Carter.

There was also a pool of hairy liquid flowing on Carter's head - it was the white cat's 'hair ball'.

The coachman is Weir, the leader of the Coyote School.

Who is the person in the carriage?

Is it some supplies?

Soon, they had the answer.

These people came to the door, immediately dismounted and greeted everyone.

Weil looked at the collapsed main castle and stood there for a long time without saying a word. However, Auder suddenly punched him in the chest: "Get up on your spirits, it's not your fault. Even if you came here at that time, you can't change it." What."

Weier breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Dick again: "You will be the leader of our sect in the future. I... am not qualified."

Dick didn't refuse and nodded slowly.

Harden and Russell were also silent.

Carter was still wearing a thick double-layer cloak, and when he woke up he understood the whole story, his eyes were red and he looked at Dick:

"Are all these things done by Riven?"

Dick said softly, he didn't want to say the deeper reason, it was about the original body's past.

"Is Riven really dead?"

Dick nodded again, then he said, "Carter, untie your cloak."

"Dick, you..."

"Don't be nervous." Bell smiled kindly, "Wings are not curses, but the medal that Kyle gave you to dominate the sky."

Carter gritted his teeth when he heard this, first put the ball lightly on the ground, and then trembled with his double-layer tent, and his yellow-brown wings stretched like a pine tree.

Barry touched the golden feather, and suddenly rushed into Carter's arms, talking nonsense:

"You actually have such beautiful wings. Why didn't you say earlier? Can you really fly?

"Can you take me to fly? Take me to fly? Take me to fly? I want to pick the stars!"

"Yes, isn't a person's biggest dream to fly? I always want to become a bird, but unfortunately I don't have wings."

The little witch hunter beside him was talking, while the rest of the witch hunters, including Aud, looked over with a smile.

Carter looked around and felt his nose feel a little sore, and the nervous look on his face faded. Finally, he slowly flapped his wings and flew to seven or eight meters high. After hovering around, he slowly fell down.

"Carter, can you take me flying?" Barry suggested again.

"It's not possible yet. I've tried to bring only thirty or forty kilograms, but if it takes a long time, I should be able to take you off after training."

"Okay, then Carter, you have to practice flying more."

"I will definitely do it."

At this time, the door of the carriage was pushed open, and a girl who was gently moving a lotus step slowly walked out. She was wearing a long skirt and carrying a bird cage.

There were four or five extremely fat white carrier pigeons in the bird cage, croaking.

Dick said in surprise: "Jenna, why are you here?"

Jenna gave a gentle salute to everyone, then looked at Dick and said, "I heard from Weir that your witch hunter group was in trouble, and I want to help, just as I can raise carrier pigeons, so I should be able to help you. ”

"This is really great, but..." Dick was a little embarrassed, "According to the past rules, ordinary people are not allowed to come to the sect, unless..."

"Unless you have to stay here for a long time, right? Dick, you don't have to make things difficult. I heard the rules here about Weill, and I plan to live here for a long time."

"What should you do with those little sisters?"

"I have left them a lot of money, and they will not be in danger in the city, and Wel has dealt with local officials and no one will invade them."

"But you have to know that if life in this sect is boring, and the lifespan of the demon hunter is very long, you are..."

"I understand what you mean, but don't forget."

Jenna helped her hair in her ears, revealing her pointed ears, "I am a mixed elf and can live for hundreds of years, so there is no need to worry about this kind of ambiguous life span."

"Then did you really decide?"

"Of course." Jenna Zheng pointed at her. Although she seemed soft, she had a soft outside and hard inside. She would not change easily after making a decision.

"Okay, welcome." Dick smiled.

Odd, who was standing by, stabbed Vail in the waist with his elbow, "Is the old wolf cub so capable? Can the curse of the witch hunter's childbirth be broken?

"Is this your biological daughter? You old guy is showing mercy everywhere outside, but I didn't expect that your daughter is so old."

"No, Odd. Alas, these few words are hard to explain. In short, an old friend asked her to me and Dick and let us take good care of her."

"Oh~" Odd blinked quickly, "I really believe your nonsense."

Then he looked at Jenna with a smile, "Follow me, little girl, I'll find you a good room.

"Yes, lean against the sorcerer's room. The mortal energy of this witch hunter sect is too strong. You have to be careful not to fall into the eyes of Harden and Russell!"

"What are you saying? You old warlock." Russell protested loudly, but this time he did not tense the blood vessels between his forehead due to emotional fluctuations. It seemed that his emotions had been well controlled.

"We happened to meet Jenna on the way back, and we knew her a long time ago."

"Yoyo." Odd screamed strangely as if he had succeeded in a prank, then ignored Russell and took Jenna toward the Lynx Castle.

Jenna saluted everyone again before leaving slowly.

Then everyone came to the carriage to help unload the goods, which were some commonly used daily necessities.

After returning to the fortress again, Harden, as the chef, worked hard for a long time, cooked a table of good dishes, and everyone bought an additional table for celebration, and introduced each other in turn, and everyone became familiar with each other.

Od looked at this scene and laughed with satisfaction and drank a few more drinks on the dining table. During this period, he kept whispering to the sorcerer Ibrahimovic. The meaning inside and outside was that the Demon Hunting Clan had such potential. Be sure to stay here.

Early the next morning, everyone came to the nearby cemetery. Today is the day to formally worship the souls of the church.

New graves are neatly arranged on the ground, each representing a witch hunter who died bravely in the battle.

Dick slowly walked forward, holding a list of the names of the dead.

His expression was solemn, and he began to pronounce those names one by one.

Every time he recites a name, he pauses for a moment and tells his life.

"Ali, 323 years old, has served the Witch Hunter Cult for 160 years. He has worked diligently and has no complaints. He has developed various potions for the Cult, laying the direction of the Cult."

“‘Porch’ Noah, he is a brave and fearless warrior who always rushed to the front without hesitation when facing evil forces.

"His fighting skills are superb and easy-going and humble in dealing with people, and is the pride of our sect."

...

The rest stood behind Dick, with a look like a solidified lead cloud. Even the warlock Ibrahimovic, who had always been very proud, had his jawline as if he was stretched out as a full bowstring.

The funeral continued, and each syllable seemed to form ice in the wet air, and everyone lowered their heads and observed a moment of silence.

Everyone walked forward and offered gladiolus in front of the grave.

"We must remember the grief of this moment, remember the old wounds from where we came from under the armor when we swung our sword a thousand times a day."

Dick's backward hilt pointed at Cangkong, "Only by remembering the hidden pain of the scar on his back, this silver sword can split the eternal night."