Living in the underground world of Tyrol City, Randall couldn't see the sun, moon and stars, and it was difficult to distinguish the passage of time.

When Karin found him, Randall knew that they had stayed in the city for three nights and two days.

"Bishop Abel is here."

Karin leaned back against the wall, tilted her head to the exit to the ground, and whispered, "He wants to see you."

Randall nodded and walked through the corridor full of coffins to the tomb-keeper's hut and saw Father Pedro standing by an old man.

"Gian Luca is dead."

An old and tired voice came from the old man's mouth, which surprised Randall.

"Although our people have no way to contact the prison, I still learned from the jailer this morning that Gianluca failed to survive last night."

Aberle said helplessly: "Now of all the academic leaders of the Royal Academy of Tyrol, only Alchemy Professor Yevni is still alive."

Randall looked at Abel and said, "We should rush to the church prison right now. It will be too late if we don't go all the way!"

Aberle supported the table, and with the help of Pedro, slowly stood up, and while walking outside the door, he said to Randall: "Follow me."

The two walked out of the tomb-keeper's hut, came to the cemetery on the ground, walked past the dense tombstones, and finally stopped in the deepest small garden.

In the center of the garden, there is a solitary tombstone, on which the name "Tristan" can be faintly recognized.

Aberle gently stroked the tombstone: "He is my best student."

Randall knelt down, looked at the bouquet on the tombstone, and said softly, "I've heard about him."

"As a teacher, I couldn't even collect his body after he died." Abel raised his head and looked to the sky: "After the fire, the church crushed his remains and poured it into the city wall. Before that, I can only secretly buy a farmer’s couple, let them bribe the torturer, and find a way to buy some of his ashes."

Randall frowned after listening to Abel's words and said nothing.

"My old friends don't understand why I commit myself to the church. They think I'm coveting power..." Aberle sat down slowly, looked at the words on the tombstone, and closed his eyes: "Looking at the whole world, only This student of mine really understands my painstaking efforts and intentions. However, in the end, he also left me."

Abel was silent for a moment, and then suddenly said: "The day after tomorrow, when the moon rises to the middle of the sky, I will let Pedro take you to prison."

Randall watched Aberle turn around to leave, and asked, "What about you? Will you leave with us?"

The old man did not answer this question, but left the garden with heavy steps.

At the entrance of the cemetery, Karin in black watched Abel walking slowly, and asked in a low voice, "Did you think about it?"

Aberle motioned to Pedro who was next to him to leave first, and then said to Karin: "A long time ago, I had already thought about it."

Karin paused for a while and couldn't help saying: "After tomorrow night, your choice will cost you everything. Wouldn't you hesitate and regret it?"

Looking at this beautiful girl who was only twenty years old, Abel smiled: "Why hesitate? Why regret it? Don't you have faith in your holy king?"

"of course not!"

Aberle said softly: "Todd Fischer is a unique existence. He is like a warm and bright sun, dispelling the darkness of people’s hearts and infecting the souls of believers. I fully believe that he can Reappearing the old glory of God... It would be more appropriate for him to be the pope after the unification of the sect..."

Karin lowered her head so that others could not see her expression at this time, and said softly, "I know."

Aberle looked at Karin and sighed inaudibly: "Kalin, you have helped me a lot during your time in Taylor City. Without you and your alien association, I am very It may have been buried underground. Speaking of which, I owe you a favor."

"You don't have to think too much, I'm just following orders..."

"Regarding your saint king, I have read the records of the church, and I am very familiar with his deeds. From his entry into the San Sidlo Monastery, to the establishment of the Knights of Murphy, everything, I am very familiar."

Karin frowned slowly.

"Kalin Foreman, you are the first follower to come to him. You have spent the most difficult time together. Todd did not hesitate to commit personal risks at the heresy trial for you..."

Karin's eyes gradually sharpened, like a female cat stepped on her tail: "What are you trying to say?"

Abel smiled and shook his head: "With that holy king, you must persuade yourself not to regard him as a god, but as a human being."

After saying this, Aberle climbed the steps of the carriage and disappeared into the carriage.

Listening to the rumbling of the carriage going further and further away, Karin seemed to have been drawn away from the strength of his body, slowly leaning against the wall, and muttering, "Well-winded fellow."

In the small garden deep in the cemetery.

Randall, who has not yet left, looked at Tristan's tombstone and said to himself: "Waiting for the fateful moment?"

Father Pedro walked behind him and said, "Brother Tristan has completed his mission."

Randall looked back: "Mission?"

"Many people think that life is nothing more than a process leading to death. No matter how hard you try, the end is the same. Instead of struggling, it is better to follow the flow." Pedro said with his right hand holding the cross on his chest, "However, The birth of each person is not meaningless. We are all carefully arranged by the gods and have been given a sacred mission since birth."

Pedro smiled and said: "You may think I'm talking big, but that's the truth. Some people are born to be heroes, some are born to become kings, and some people will create epics that are circulated forever. ~lightnovelpub.net~ and some people will change history."

Randall said softly, "For the destined moment."

Pedro clapped his hands and said: "Yes, we are all waiting for the destined moment. When that moment comes, your mission will be successfully completed, and there will be no regrets in your life."

Randall stood up, nodded and said, "Your insights have helped me a lot."

Pedro hurriedly waved his hand and said, "These are not my words, they are the proverbs of Lord Abel to alert the world."

If the end of destiny is really arranged by the gods, then what is my mission?

With this question, Randall raised his head and looked to the sky.

A cold wind blew through the air, mixed with harsh whimpers, breaking the long-silent tranquility of the cemetery.

Randall shuddered unconsciously, obviously wearing clothes.