Chapter 891 It’s up to me to say it, not you to say it

Two days later, Weilin took Xuemiya and Kyle to the capital of Kadero Province.

Entering 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, not daring to stop and chat.

The Great Purge made this relatively prosperous city depressed, but this is the only way to remove polluters. After the pain, the once prosperous scene will return.

Came to the teleportation hall, spent 1,800 gold coins, and went to the Dukedom of Moravia.

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

Walking out of the teleportation hall, standing on the stairs, looking down, there were a lot of people and a prosperous scene.

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

Leaving Moravia City, Weilin and the other two flew directly to the floating city of Kara.

Just approaching this small floating city, before landing at the airport, the surrounding scene changed rapidly. When I came back to my senses, I saw my grandfather sitting on the stone seat looking at me.

"What a rare guest!"

"Grandpa, what kind of rare guest am I? 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, asking: "Tell me, what disaster have you encountered again?"

"The saint of the outer gods."

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

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

Xuemia, who was standing behind Weilin, had a shocked look on her face. She had made various guesses, but she had never guessed this situation.

As for Kyle, he was calm and was no longer surprised by such things.

Every once in a while, his master would either become a treasure-hunting rat, a know-it-all, or a blessing from fate.

No matter whether it is reasonable or unreasonable, 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 achieving legends is to show your contribution to the world consciousness."

The Duke of Moravia looked at Weilin deeply and slowly asked: "You kid has set your sights on Thadius."

"Grandpa, this makes me sound like someone who likes to poach other people's talents." Weilin spread his hands and said very calmly.

After hearing this, the Duke of Moravia nodded involuntarily.

A year ago, you poached the visiting professor of the First Magic Academy in the King's Capital.

A year later, you are going to poach the dean of the First Magic Academy in the King's Capital.

No wonder this kid came back to find him. If he went directly to Thadius, the other party would definitely agree without hesitation in order to ascend to the legend, but he would confront the king afterwards, not to mention the old guy who likes to pretend to be young in the magic tower.

Weilin didn't care about his grandfather's scrutiny, and asked with a smile: "Grandpa, can you help your grandson with this?"

"Okay!"

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

"Hehe, Grandpa, you are still 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 his grandfather stand in front.

"You rest in the floating city for one night, and I will take you to the capital after handling some things."

"Yes."

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

So far, he is increasingly unable 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 is, it could be fate, time, prophecy, or...

All kinds of secret taboos flashed through his mind, and he couldn't judge for a while.

However, it's better not to know too much about this matter.

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

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

In the half-plane, a young woman in cloth clothes, with a cold face, holding a giant sword in her hand, repeatedly swinging and sheathing the sword.

Hearing the footsteps, the young woman stopped her movements, put down the giant sword, turned her head to look at the person who came, and forced a smile on her face, and shouted: "Grandpa."

"Are you 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 sword."

Orseya said with anger in her eyes, gritting her teeth: "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, Orseya was very grateful to her brother and grandfather in her heart. Both of them saved her life.

Without Weilin, she might sink into depravity, become a betrayer of the world, and be spurned by the 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 did not hate her father.

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

"Cultivate yourself well. Fifty years is enough time for you to become a Soul Paladin and Soul Priest. By then, your father will not hold you responsible."

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

Ortheya 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 in some time. Now you should cultivate yourself well here. After all, removing the polluted soul will seriously damage your vitality."

"Yes, Grandpa."

Hearing this, the Duke of Moravia nodded, waved his hand, left some fruits and vegetables containing magic power, and left.

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