Chapter 964: A 35-year-late farewell
After the three soul fragments merged into the female assassin's body, Celeste retracted his power, picked up the knight's sword in his hand, and came to Rosalind.
Rosalind, who had just woken up, opened her eyes wide and stared at Celeste, her eyes full of hatred.
"People in the cult must die."
After saying this, Celeste thrust the knight's sword into Rosalind's body.
Under the purification of the holy light of dawn, Rosalind's soul was burned inch by inch, and her body slowly decayed and turned into dust.
Watching his enemy die, a trace of fluctuation flashed across Celeste's face, and then he returned to calm.
Coming to the female assassin, Celeste looked at her, was silent for a moment, and then said, "Would you like to come with me?"
The female assassin had confusion in her eyes and a dazed look, and it was obvious that she had not yet recovered from the attack she had just received.
"Let's talk about it tomorrow morning."
Celeste retracted his knight sword, picked up the female assassin, and flew towards Morninglight City.
Weilin looked at Celeste's receding figure, handed the black core in his hand to Kyle, and said, "Study it first, and then return it to Celeste if he wants it."
"kindness."
Kyle took the black core, nodded, and then put it into the space ring.
After returning to Morning Light City, Weilin climbed into the room through the window, threw himself on the bed, and began to sleep soundly.
On the other side, Celeste brought the female assassin back to the room, put her on the bed and let her fall asleep, then left the hotel and flew out of the city.
As soon as Kyle lay down, he sensed Celeste leaving again. He sat up from the bed and prepared to call his master. When he found that he was asleep, he stopped knocking on the door and followed him alone.
The two of them walked one after the other and arrived at a mountain peak hundreds of kilometers away.
Celeste paid no attention to Kyle who followed him. He went straight to the top of the mountain and sat cross-legged, then took out a long object wrapped in black cloth from his space equipment.
He placed it on his knees and unwrapped the black cloth, revealing a priest's staff stained with blood.
"Angel, let's talk."
Hearing Celeste's words, Kyle came and sat down next to him.
"With your strength, why would you follow a corrupt human noble?"
"Because he made me who I am." Kyle looked up at the moon and answered calmly, "Without him, there would be no me."
Sislet asked, "He made you."
"Yes."
After receiving a positive answer, Celeste did not ask any further questions.
"Are you interested in listening to my disciple's story?"
"please say."
"Okay, then I'll tell you a story." Celeste stroked the priest's staff and said slowly, "Seventy-five years ago..."
Celeste tells the story and Kyle listens.
Through his words, Kyle could sense the affection Celeste had for his disciple.
Unfortunately, fate played a trick on us and an expedition turned into a farewell forever.
Being killed by the Hunger Cult is not only physical, but also spiritual.
Six hours later, the sky gradually turned white and the first ray of sunrise was about to appear.
Celeste stopped talking and stood up.
Seeing this, Kyle also stood up and looked at the stubborn Dawn Knight beside him. His feelings towards him changed a little.
When the first rays of morning sun appeared, the priest's staff slowly shattered under Celeste's power.
The wind blew gently, and the smoke and dust were carried away by the wind, gradually blending into this vast world.
Celeste lowered his head and slowly closed his eyes. The farewell that was thirty-five years late came to an end today.
Half an hour later, Celeste raised his head and looked at the world shrouded in light. He paused for a moment, then turned to Kyle and said, "Let's go back."
"Let's go."
Kyle responded softly, then flew towards Morningside with Celeste.
Inside the hotel, the female assassin sat up from the bed, looking at the unfamiliar surroundings with horror in her eyes, hugged her knees, and immersed herself in the scene of yesterday.
Those warm moments always stung her heart, making it difficult for her to regard her kind mother as her enemy.
She didn't understand why her "mother" didn't kill her at that time, but kept her.
"squeak--"
The wooden door was pushed open, making a sound.
The female assassin raised her head, her eyes still dull.
Celeste came to her side, stared at her quietly, and asked in a calm tone: "Will you come with me?"
"I..." The female assassin pursed her lips and whispered, "I do."
"Myrna, this is your future name." Celeste reached out and stroked the female assassin's head, saying softly, "Before your mother got married, she kept saying that her daughter's name would be Myrna."
"What if I were a man?" Milna asked in a low voice with some light in her eyes.
“Lucius,” Celeste replied. “That’s the name your mother gave her son.”
"Myrna, my name will be Myrna Tawil from now on."
Celeste looked at Myrna, who had regained some of her vitality, and nodded, "Okay."
"Come on, I'll take you to eat something."
As Celeste turned to leave, Myrna suddenly asked, "Can I embark on the path of knighthood?"
"can."
After saying that, Celeste left the room and went downstairs to wait for her.
After stretching her sore limbs, Milna got out of bed, left the room and walked downstairs.
Two hours later, Kyle opened the Messier demiplane and let Myrna enter it to temporarily accompany Bing.
Afterwards, the three of them left Morning Light City and flew southeast.
……
The Sudak Province of the Principality of Morning Light is located in the southeast region, close to the sea, and has a relatively strong business atmosphere.
In the afternoon, the three landed outside Violet Harbor.
Ships passing by make a brief stop here to replenish supplies and then leave.
The population of Port Vilett is nearly 80,000, with 60,000 people working in merchant shipping-related services.
In addition, this place is also an important source of tax revenue for the Principality of Morning Light, with annual tax revenue accounting for 15% of the 5% military expenditure.
As you enter the city, a fishy smell hits you in the face, and a large amount of salted fish are hung outside the door to dry.
After passing through the somewhat dirty streets, we arrived at a medium-sized shipyard being repaired.
The Pittman Shipyard covers an area of 300,000 square meters, employs 800 people, has total assets of 600,000 gold coins, and is under complete control. Its annual profit is only around 5,000 to 8,000 gold coins.
Looking at the somewhat dilapidated shipyard, relevant information emerged in Weilin's mind, and he began to waver between selling it or not.
Just as I was about to enter this place, several tax officials dressed in formal attire came over.
Seeing this, the people around lowered their heads and stepped aside.
