People are at the border, but they become the incarnation of the sun

This powerful being was the strongest she had ever seen.

Even if she has full confidence in her adoptive father, Sir Baizhi, she would probably be helpless when faced with such an unreasonable force, right?

"You flatter me, Miss Neferi."

"I just returned from death. Indeed, few people in the border area know of my existence." Reinhardt said modestly.

Yes, those who still remember him are either dead or strong people with both status and strength.

"Really? Then I think your fame will soon spread throughout this narrow area. Your name will surely be known like thunder."

Neferi was generous in her praise.

"Then I hope that everything in the future will be just as you said, Miss Neferi."

Sure enough, this woman was just as bold and cheerful as I remembered.

He had a deep impression of this woman.

Especially the resolute yet beautiful face illuminated by the candlelight, which brought back many memories for him.

Nefeli Lu's strength is actually not as unskilled as she said, but rather strong enough.

At least among the faded ones he knew, his strength was ranked among the best, although a conservative estimate was that he might be outside the top ten.

He also speculated that this surname might be related to the first King of Elden and the King of the Wilderness, Holly Lu.

It's a pity that this has never been confirmed, and Nepheli Lu herself is not aware of it because she is an orphan adopted by Sir Baizhi.

However, although she is the adopted daughter of Sir Gideon O'Fnir, she is actually a pitiful person.

In the eyes of Sir Baizhi, he is an insignificant existence, like a tool in his hands.

Sir Baizhi himself has also clearly expressed this point. He is just using Neferi, and the tools in his hands do not need any emotions, as long as they can complete the tasks he assigned them.

It was obvious that Nefeli had become a defective product in the eyes of Sir Baizhi, and he ruthlessly abandoned her.

So, after learning that she was abandoned by Sir Baizhi, she felt as if her faith had collapsed. She hid in a corner of the Round Table Hall, feeling sad and crying silently.

No matter who comes to persuade, it is of no avail.

I just don't know what the final ending will be, at least the version he played hasn't been completed yet.

All I know is that there seems to be some connection between the Storm King and the city of Stonewell.

However, even so, I am still quite optimistic about Nefeli, although she is a little too naive.

Although she was also a Faded Person and needed to be vigilant at all times, she was able to talk to him so frankly and even clearly stated the task assigned by her adoptive father.

In this narrow land full of lies, it is really difficult for people like her to survive.

If she wasn't strong enough, and if she hadn't been intimidated by Sir Baizhi, Nefeli would have been deceived countless times and sold somewhere, right?

"...Let's stop with the pleasantries. Now that Greg has been eliminated, it's time for me to return and report to my adoptive father."

As she spoke, Nefeli suddenly stood up and looked him in the eye.

At the same time, extend a hand to him.

"Before I leave, I want to ask you, would you like to go to the Hall of the Round Table with me?"

"There are also many faded people gathered there, all of them are like-minded companions. And my adoptive father would probably be very happy to see a strong person like you."

Looking at Nefeli who invited him, he was a little surprised.

Shouldn't Melina be the one leading the way?

Why did the guide suddenly become Neferi?

However, it seems that there is no difference.

Thinking of this, he smiled and shook Nefeli's hand again.

"Of course, no problem. I also want to talk to the famous Sir Baizhi... But not now. I have some things to deal with. I will visit after I finish them."

"Then I will await your arrival in the Round Table Hall. May the storm protect you, Lord Rhine."

158.The meaning of existence (4.1K)

"Hey...."

In a church in Gayleed, Ariana, dressed in a maid outfit, sat on a bench, staring at the lifelike statue in front of her in a daze.

And sigh from time to time.

Her slender eyebrows were slightly furrowed, as if she was struggling and making a decision.

“Aliana, what happened, why do you look so upset?”

Suddenly, Ariana heard a questioning voice and turned her head just in time to meet Lance Shanks's realization.

Lance Shanks was leaning on the back of the chair, looking at her curiously.

Ariana just shook her head and smiled: "It's nothing Sir Lance Sanks, I just happened to have something to think about."

“Emmmm….”

Lance Shanks pondered with a strange look on his face.

She felt that Ariana was a little strange today.

Obviously, Ariana is very alert on weekdays. Not to mention approaching, even if someone enters the church, Ariana can detect it.

But today, she came to Ariana's side, but Ariana didn't react. It was only after she spoke that she came to her senses.

And the smile he showed seemed forced.

Maybe, you really have encountered some troubles?

"Aliana, if you encounter something that you can't solve, you might as well discuss it with me and Fia."

"We have been together for a thousand years. Although this time is not too long, I believe there is nothing that cannot be said between us."

Lance Shanks held her shoulders and spoke earnestly.

Yes, we have been together day and night and worked together for thousands of years to get to where we are today. What can’t we say?

In Ariana's heart, she has long regarded Lance Shanks and Fia as her best friends.

But this time, she shook her head and refused again: "It's just a few small matters. There is no need to trouble you, Lord Lance Shanks."

"And compared to the little things I'm worried about, the things that need to be dealt with within the cult right now are the bigger issues."

"By the way, Master Lance Shanks, when are you planning to welcome Master Reinhardt back?"

“Ah, this…”

When the topic of Reinhardt came up, Lance Sanx suddenly became lazy. He leaned back on the bench, looked up at the towering dome, and said sullenly:

"Judging from the escaping magic power and the scene that day, Rhine should have reached Stonewell City and defeated Greg."

"Next, he should go to Lienia to find the little princess. If the little princess wants to carry out her plan, then Rhine will definitely come to Gaileed to participate in the battle festival."

"I've already sent Serolina to participate in the battle festival. I'll bring Rhine back then."

"I really hope to see Rhine's surprised expression when he arrives here soon..."

Looking at the exquisite chandelier hanging from the dome, Lance Shanks raised the corner of his mouth into a beautiful arc.

It seemed as if everyone had already seen Reinhardt's surprised expression when he saw all this.

"However, before that, the huge changes in Lienia should shock Rhine beyond repair."

"Well, Lord Lance Sanx is right. Lienia is probably the most prosperous place in the border area right now."

Ariana nodded, her palms gently stroking the black silk fabric under the hem of her skirt, tightly wrapping her legs.

"Yes, that's right. I didn't expect that woman Seren could actually recreate such a legendary item."

Similarly, Lance Shanks's smooth and slender thighs were also covered with the same black stockings.

This black silk is a specialty from Lienia. It was brought back by the envoys sent by their sect last time when they visited Lienia.

Not only black, but also white and other colors.

Moreover, both the feel and the touch are first-class, making them love it.

The most important thing is that this is just one of them, and there are many legendary things that she has never seen.

I heard that it was a magical product created by the [heretic witch] Se Lian after she changed her mindset.

Really good.

However, Ariana lowered her head slightly, her fingers sinking deep into the cleft of her thighs wrapped in black stockings, unconsciously grasping the soft flesh on the inside.

Her pretty face was expressionless, her seductive lips were slightly pursed, and her eyes were full of struggle.

Now she is completely in trouble.

It would have been fine if I hadn't met Reinhardt and so many people a thousand years ago.

But now, she really doesn't know how to choose.

The two fingers that had served her really gave her a dilemma.

Do you choose friends and loved ones, or two fingers?

She doesn't know anymore.

In the distant Nimgerfu, Reinhardt was still unaware of all this.

After bidding farewell to Neferi, he rode Torrent straight to the small shabby house in Storm Hill.

After all, the relics left behind by Roderica's friends have to be returned.

"...Ah, hello Mr. Reinhardt, you're back."

As soon as I entered the shabby house, I heard the call of Little Red Riding Hood Roderica.

Although her voice was still as low and childish as before, there was a hint of joy in her eyes as she looked at him, and she couldn't wait to ask:

"Mr. Reinhardt, could you please convey this to everyone? Is everyone... okay?"

Reinhardt shook his head upon hearing this. "I'm sorry, I didn't see your friends."

"Is this so..."

Hearing his response, Roderica's eyes suddenly dimmed, filled with sadness and loss.

"Mr. Fader, thank you. It doesn't matter if I didn't see it. This is all my fault... If I hadn't been so cowardly and timid, afraid of pain... I would have been with everyone now..."

At the end of the voice, a few tears gradually slid down the tender cheeks, fell to the ground like pearls and shattered, soaking the wooden boards on the ground.

"Don't be so sad yet, Miss Roderica. Although I didn't see your friends, I found this."

He didn't know how to comfort the girl, so he took out the things he got in Stoneville City from his leather bag.

A brooch filled with the breath of the soul and wrapped in velvet red cloth.

“…Ah, this is…”

"This should be a relic left by your friends. The red cloth on it is made of the same material as your cloak. The souls living in it should be your friends. They seem to have something to say to you."

He carefully placed the relic in Rodlika's trembling hands.

"...Yes, that's right. These are my friends' relics..."

Roderica held it in front of her tremblingly, and tears immediately filled her eyes.

While being moved, she seemed to be listening to what the soul above was saying to her.

"Too, to think there is such a thing..."

No one knew what those souls confided to Roderica, but Little Red Riding Hood lowered her head and sobbed softly.

For a moment, sobs and whimpers were heard, mixed together like a symphony, and the singing of the wind outside the house formed a eulogy.

Reinhardt was too lazy to ask what was said. Instead, he sat on the ground, gathered some scrap wood and straw, took out a Mars butterfly, lit a bonfire, and waited quietly.

What's more, although the house looks dilapidated, it is drafty, so it's no problem to have a fire there.

As if feeling the warmth coming from the fire, Rodlika gradually stopped crying.

He slowly raised his head, staring at the flame that was emitting warmth with red eyes.