Ark, after I died, the operators started to love me.

His senses weren't as sharp before, but now he could detect something strange about it.

This seems to be a very dramatic outcome.

Fiameta was not in the team that day; he was out running errands elsewhere and therefore could not contact the team in time.

When the Angry Birds returned, they were stunned by what they saw.

Mostima falls from the sky, Andorn leaves the party, and Remian is attacked by Andorn and seriously injured, falling into a coma.

Mike himself felt that if he ever encountered such a situation, he might just draw his sword and chop Andorn down without asking any questions.

The Grandmaster deduced that the angel might have been attacked by some kind of mental attack.

Mike was sitting by the fire to warm himself, his hands close to the flickering flames, when suddenly, his companions disappeared, leaving him all alone.

Damn it.

What unusual situation has occurred this time?

The various thrills along the way had toughened Mike's nerves, so even though the scene before him was too bizarre, he didn't panic. Instead, he sat still and waited for things to develop.

The firelight before his eyes underwent a slight change, as if affected by something, and began to drift erratically in all directions.

A figure walked out of the darkness.

Wearing a white dress and with her long pink hair flowing down her back, she sat gently opposite Mike, extending her hands adorned with ten rings, her skin so fair it was almost translucent.

Good evening, Mr. An.

"good evening."

Mike stared at the campfire, never looking up.

"Why did you avoid me when you came to Victoria?"

"I do not have."

"You don't want to see me."

"Not really."

Mike smiled slightly: "Not many people can find my position. Amiya can't do it yet. Are you here to interrogate me?"

“If I wanted to hold you accountable, I should confront you in person, not send you these distant greetings.”

Her voice became aggrieved.

“I’ve been in Lentinium for a long time, and I can’t even leave the house normally, to prevent others from finding out my true identity. After a while, I get lonely.”

"When did Your Highness become like a little girl? Can a 200-year-old Sarkaz act like a 20-year-old girl?"

"You're really boring."

Mike quickly changed the subject: "If we met, what would you like to ask?"

"There are so many things I want to say. I want to ask how you've been these past few days, and I also want to ask if you considered Amiya's feelings when you faked your death and left Rhodes Island? Even I was fooled by you back then, and I even shed a few tears for you."

“I’m so sorry, Your Highness, but I have nothing to offer in return. My journey to the North is urgent, and I cannot afford to delay. Please forgive me. If I return safely from the North, I will certainly visit you to express my gratitude when I pass through Lentinium again.”

After Mike finished speaking, there was a long silence on the other end. Then the voice said with great regret, "You're just saying this to brush me off again. If you were to return safely, you would probably avoid Lentinium as much as possible, let alone come to our door."

"Your Highness understands me best."

Mike laughed loudly, then suddenly heard someone shout in his ear, realizing that this lucid dream should come to an end.

"The distance is too far, and my Originium Arts cannot have much influence. Mr. An, please be careful on your journey. In any case, I will be waiting for you in Lentinium."

"Yes, Your Highness."

The Sarkaz woman in the white dress got up and left. Everything before Mike's eyes returned to normal. He was still sitting in front of the campfire, with several people around him watching him, seemingly trying to detect something unusual from his momentary daze.

How long was I spacing out?

"In a short while."

"A minute or two."

Andorn and Adele answered at the same time.

The Grandmaster gently patted Mike's shoulder. It was just a routine gesture, but Mike felt a warm current flow from his shoulder to every part of his body.

He frankly said, "I was just under a spell. The other person only wanted to talk to me, but I'm sorry I can't say who it was or what we talked about."

"I knew it."

Dolly jumped out of the air and bumped Mike's shin with his head: "I could tell you weren't doing well, so I knew someone was casting a spell from a distance. Londinium is a place that makes me feel a little uncomfortable."

Of course you'll feel uncomfortable, because a colossal beast once lingered near this mobile city. This beast was far stronger than the Beast Lord, and even Andorn was significantly affected.

"Don't worry, everything is fine now. They didn't mean any harm. In any case, we shouldn't be coming back for a while after we leave Lentinium."

Mike had a premonition from the conversation earlier that running away wasn't the solution. He could run away for a while, but not forever. He should deal with all the problems after he returned.

……

1102 11 Month 6 Day.

Grand Knight Commander of Kazimir.

This super mobile city has begun a new round of preliminary rounds for the Knights Championship.

A massive mobile city with over a million inhabitants, a dazzling and decadent city, a place of extravagance and debauchery, where all the beauty and temptations of the world are absent from the lives of the Kasimir people, who live in poverty.

A knight talent scout discovered a stunningly beautiful girl in a vast crowd. With a little dressing up, she could become a sensation in a short time.

The problem is that no matter how hard she tried to persuade him, the other party was unwilling to agree.

Money, gourmet food, mansions, vehicles, even handsome men—any one of these could make an ordinary person lose themselves in it, but all of these have become ineffective.

“I’ve already told you, don’t come looking for me again. I can’t possibly agree to become some kind of competitive knight. Look carefully, I’m Cartes, not Kuranta.”

“Miss Yelena, there are almost no racial requirements for competitive knights. Look, even the Sarkaz can become competitive knights, so Katus is naturally within the standard.”

15. Milk Tea Girl, Hinterlaya

"Can't you understand me? Get out of my house right now, or I'm calling the police! You're harassing me!"

Yelena slammed the door shut, ruining her good mood for the day.

She came to the Great Knight's Domain for very important matters; in comparison, becoming a gladiator knight would be a waste of time and energy.

Not long ago, a letter was delivered to the camp of the New Reunion Movement. The recipient was none other than Patriot Bojokastie. No one knew what was written in the letter, but in the end, Yelena left alone and went to Kazimierz to wait for the team that came to take her in.

She didn't know the contents of the letter, and her father didn't say much, only that there was some danger involved, and that she could tell him if she didn't want to go.

Haven't they faced enough dangers over the years?

Yelena readily agreed, and her father also agreed to provide support if necessary.

According to the contact address and specific information provided in the letter, she only needed to stay in the largest church in the Great Knight Territory between 9:00 and 18:00 during the day, and she didn't need to worry about anything else; someone would naturally come to find her.

So, a month passed, and she still hadn't received the team.

Will this group of people not come?

Carter, with his back to the door, fell into deep thought.

Actually, what the young woman cared about more was the person who wrote the letter.

Kelsey.

Despite appearing to be a rabbit on the surface, the actual controller of Rhodes Island Pharmaceuticals, in Talulah's words, is Ms. Kay, who holds real power behind the scenes.

As for that strange title, Yelena could only try not to think about it.

Three months ago, a momentous event occurred at Rhode Island Pharmaceuticals that shook the entire region.

That person is dead.

Yelena initially refused to believe it was true, but as time went on, more and more evidence showed that the tragedy had indeed occurred, and the living had no choice but to accept it.

When she thought about it again, the white rabbit pursed her lips, walked to the wardrobe in the rented room, and looked at herself in the full-length mirror.

She's only alive now thanks to that person, and she hasn't had a chance to repay him yet.

Carter changed into a gray coat, tucked his long ears into the holes of his hat, put his hands in his pockets, checked his keys and phone, and prepared to head out to the church.

Not many people were converted to Christianity by the Great Knights, but there were many poor souls who lost their source of income for various reasons and were forced to spend a difficult night in the church.

Yelena is not religious; if she believed that so-called gods were useful, the tragedies she encountered on the ice plains would not have happened.

There are no gods on this land.

……

"How many times have you come to Kazimir?"

Mike jumped out of the car; the hardships of the journey had changed his appearance somewhat.

The man wore a weather coat to protect himself from the wind, sand, and cold, and fingerless gloves for easy work. His slightly worn leather boots made a soft sound as the heels touched the ground.

He looked more like a wandering knight-errant than a seasoned and skilled mechanic.

Accompanying Mike off the train were Chongyue and Kuiying. The former was dressed similarly to Mike, but his short black hair had been replaced with a short ponytail. The latter was still a Victorian-style adult male.

Phantom stood in front of the car door for a few seconds, then bent down slightly, and a short, black cat jumped onto his shoulder.

"aim."

Mike had already reached the other side of the van, reached out and opened the door to greet Adele, who was also traveling a long way. However, the man did not wait, but went to the back and helped Andorn out as well.

“Miss Christine is right. We should find a place where we can rest properly. I know everyone is tired.”

Andorn grasped Mike's hand, a faint smile appearing on the priest's face, who was still wearing a black overcoat: "I'm glad you've adapted to your new identity."

Mike chuckled and said, “When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Alright, Father, I remember we have a companion at the Lateran church, but I don’t know who it is yet. Could you please bring them over?”

"I can help you."

Andorn held a scripture in his hand. He had already thoroughly studied the Lateran scriptures and had taken the opportunity to research the differences between the Victorian version and the Lateran version. Now, he was more than willing to continue to delve into the style of Kazimierz.

"Everyone, according to the original plan, everyone go do your own thing and meet at the hotel where you are staying."

Everyone present was a reliable and extraordinary person. Mike never worried about needing to go to the local police station to bail someone out; on the contrary, he was the one who would likely end up in jail.

The five-person team disbanded on the spot.