Chapter 891 I can say it, you can’t say it

Two days later, Weilin took Xuemia and Kyle to the provincial capital of Cardro Province.

Once we entered the city, there were basically no people on the streets and most of the shops were closed. People who knew each other just said hello and quickly parted ways, not daring to stop to chat.

The Great Purge has turned this relatively prosperous city into a depressed place, but this is the only way to eliminate the polluters, and after the pain, the once prosperous scene will return.

Go to the teleportation hall, spend 1,800 gold coins, and go to the Dukedom of Moravia.

As soon as I opened and closed my eyes, I heard noisy sounds in my ears.

Walking out of the teleportation hall, standing on the stairs and looking down, I saw the bustling and prosperous scene.

It seems that this purge did not affect this city, but if you think about it, you will know that this is impossible. It must have been after my grandfather had cleaned it over and over again that martial law was lifted.

After leaving Moravia City, Weilin and the other two flew straight to the floating city of Kara.

Just as I approached this small floating city and had not yet landed at the airport, the surrounding scene changed rapidly. When I came to my senses again, I saw my grandfather sitting on a stone seat looking at me.

"What a rare visitor!"

"Grandpa, I'm not a rare guest. We just met more than a month ago!" Weilin smiled and responded in a gentle tone.

The Duke of Moravia stood up and appeared in front of Weilin the next moment. He asked, "Tell me, what disaster have you encountered again?"

"Saints of the Outer Gods."

Seeing this, Weilin did not hide anything and spoke straight to the point.

"Uh..." The Duke of Moravia did not hide his surprise on his face, and asked uncertainly, "How did you know that?"

Xuemiya, who was standing behind Weilin, had a look of shock on her face. She had made all kinds of guesses, but she had never expected this situation.

As for Kyle, he had a calm expression on his face. He was no longer surprised by such things.

Every once in a while, the master either becomes a treasure hunter, a know-it-all, or is protected by fate.

No matter whether it is a reasonable thing or an unreasonable thing, as long as it is placed on the master, it must be reasonable.

“Grandpa, you should know what it means to kill the saints of the outer gods.”

"One of the prerequisites for becoming a legend is to demonstrate your contribution to the world consciousness."

The Duke of Moravia looked at Weilin deeply and asked slowly, "You have set your sights on Thadius."

"Grandpa, what you said makes me sound like someone who likes to steal other people's girls." Weilin spread his hands and said calmly.

After hearing this, the Duke of Moravia nodded involuntarily.

A year ago, you poached the visiting professor from the No. 1 Magic Academy in the royal capital.

One year later, you were planning to poach the dean of the number one magic academy in the royal capital.

No wonder this kid came back to find him. If he had gone directly to find Thadius, the other party would have agreed without hesitation in order to become a legend. However, he would have confronted the king afterwards, not to mention the old guy who liked to pretend to be young and stayed in the Mage Tower.

Weilin didn't care about his grandfather's scrutiny at all. He smiled and asked, "Grandpa, can you help your grandson with this?"

"Fine!"

After thinking for a second, the Duke of Moravia agreed, and then continued: "This matter cannot be told by you, but by me."

"Hehe, Grandpa, you are really thoughtful." Weilin smiled and responded.

He naturally understood what his grandfather meant, but he didn't care.

Compared to facing the pressure of the royal family, it is better to let grandpa stand in front.

"You guys should rest in the floating city for one night. I'll take you to the capital after I deal with some things."

"kindness."

After waving his hand to send Weilin and the other two out of the control center, the Duke of Moravia turned around, sat back on the stone seat, supported his chin with his left hand, and began to think deeply.

So far, he is finding it increasingly difficult to understand this kid.

In his opinion, this news must have been told to him by a god, and this god must not be the goddess of life. As for who it was, it could be fate, time, prophecy, or...

Various hidden taboos flashed through his mind, and he couldn't figure it out for a while.

However, it is better not to understand this matter too clearly.

"Who would have thought that this kid would come out of my daughter's belly."

With a self-deprecating smile, the Duke of Moravia collected his messy thoughts, opened the half-plane passage, and walked in.

In the demiplane, a young woman in cloth clothes with a cold expression was seen holding a huge sword in her hand, repeatedly swinging and sheathing the sword.

Hearing the footsteps, the young woman stopped what she was doing, put down the giant sword, turned around and looked at the person who came. She forced a smile on her face and shouted, "Grandpa."

"Calm down?"

The Duke of Moravia put his hands behind his back, looked at his granddaughter, and asked in a deep voice.

"Calm down." The young woman replied in a deep voice.

"Just calm down. After some time, I will hand that paladin over to you. It's up to you to decide whether to torture him to death or kill him with a single sword."

With anger in her eyes, Orseya gritted her teeth and said, “Grandpa, don’t worry, I will make him live a life worse than death.”

From childhood to adulthood, she hated people who deceived her the most, let alone this bastard who polluted her soul, changed her cognition, and made her betray her family.

At the same time, Ortheya was very grateful to her brother and grandfather, both of whom saved her life.

Without Weilin, she might sink into depravity, become a betrayer of the world, and be spurned by her family.

Without her grandfather, based on her understanding of her father, she would definitely be abandoned, lose control of her destiny, and become a tool for marriage.

Even so, she had no hatred towards her father.

If you do something wrong, you have to pay the price. This is something she understood since she was a child.

"Cultivate yourself well. Fifty years will be enough time for you to become a Soul Paladin and Soul Priest. By then, your father will no longer hold you responsible."

"After all, you are also a victim of this incident, but your family's rules are such that you will not be let off just because you are a victim."

Olthea raised her head and looked at the Duke of Moravia, with a hint of pleading in her eyes, and said, "Grandpa, I want to see my brother."

"I will let you meet him after some time. Now you should recuperate here. After all, removing the polluted soul has seriously damaged your vitality."

"Yes, Grandpa."

Upon hearing this, the Duke of Moravia nodded, waved his hand, left some fruits and vegetables containing magical powers, and left.

The next morning, Weilin followed his grandfather to the royal capital. On the way, he told the approximate hiding place of the Outer God saint.