When Youde woke up again, she found herself lying in the luxurious bedroom. Looking at the strange ceiling, she sat up blankly.

The severe pain behind her at this time made her pause and she looked back with a frown.

She was wearing a white bandage on her upper body, and the severe pain in the wound reminded her of what happened before.

Her face showed a sad look and she lowered her head in disappointment. Looking at the red blanket covering her body, she seemed to see the group of people who saved her.

I didn't even know my name, and I had never seen it before.

They died just like this for themselves.

The sad Youde couldn't help but cry and sat on the bed and started crying. Tears fell on the blanket one by one, making its color darker.

"Why...is this happening."

Youde whispered, tears falling. She was full of sorrow. It would be so sad to see this kind of thing again.

Others lose their lives for themselves, and they will never get used to this.

Just as Youde was crying, the bedroom door was pushed open. A handsome man walked in. When she saw Youde crying, she was stunned at first, and then quickly walked to her.

"Are you awake?"

The man asked out loud, and he walked carefully to the bed and sat on the wooden chair beside the bed. He saw Youde's sad look and didn't know how to comfort him. He recalled that night, the woman died without even speaking.

And Youde in the woman's arms was also seriously injured.

The only clue is the woman's sentence before her death, "Swear to complete the Duke's mission to the death." This sentence made the man know that Youde's identity was related to a certain duke, and it was evident from the way she was chasing her.

Her identity is absolutely remarkable.

As a nobleman and a nobleman who is loyal to the king, he immediately protected Youde and warned the whole city.

It's the third day now, and Youde has been in a coma for three days.

The man sat in the chair like this, watching Youde crying. He didn't know how to comfort him.

After a long time, Youde recovered.

Only then did she notice the man's existence and smiled apologetically at the man with tears.

"I'm sorry, I made you laugh."

The man sitting on the wooden chair heard it and looked at Youde gently.

He said with emotion:

"Nothing, sometimes it's better to cry."

Upon hearing this, Youde smiled sadly. His eyes were staring at the side and he looked at him in a daze. The man knew that Youde was very sad when he saw her, so he stood up and turned around and walked out of the house.

Walking to the door, the man turned back to Youde.

"I asked someone to get something for you to eat. You have been in a coma for three days. I guess you are hungry."

Upon hearing this, Youde smiled slightly, and felt hungry and did not refuse.

"Thanks."

"Well, then you have a good rest."

Responded, the man walked out and left Youde to sit alone in the room. After a while, Youde was lying on the bed again. She closed her eyes sadly and tiredly and fell asleep.

When Youde woke up again, he found delicious food on the head of the bed.

When she saw the food, Youde was a little panicked. She sat up from the bed, reached out to pick up the food and ate it. She hadn't eaten for three days, and felt hungry.

At this time, the man walked in from outside the door. Seeing Youde's voracious look, a desire to protect him arose in his heart.

Youde himself is very weak and gives people a feeling of being extremely delicate. When the man saw Youde eating voraciously, he thought that she had experienced such a tragedy.

I felt very uncomfortable, it was like I was going to help her.

So the man walked to the bed and sat on the wooden chair. He looked at Youde with the gentle expression as possible, and he slowly said:

"Please don't worry, no one will hurt you here. I swear in the name of the city lord."

The man said as he raised his palm and looked at Youde swearingly.

Hearing this, Youde stopped the movements in his hand. He looked up at the man weakly, and she smiled and said:

"No, I'll leave later. I don't want you to do anything for me."

The man sitting on the wooden chair heard his face stagnated and then said solemnly:

"It's okay, I believe no one dares to take action in my city."

A man's words are confident and arrogant.

He has the confidence in the conditions and is the lord of the city. He is in charge of the order of the entire city and he is loved by the people in the city.

But he didn't expect that Youde still refused.

"No, you can't afford to offend them."

Youde sat on the bed and looked at the man weakly. She didn't want anyone to lose his life for her.

Hearing this, the man sitting in the chair frowned. It was like questioning his strength and looking down on him.

"How is it possible to tell me who those people are? I, Roland Rhode, will never let them go!"

The man opened his mouth and said, he didn't believe who would be able to resist him directly on the surface in his city.

"Black Temple."

"What!?"

The man was speechless and he knew the name of the Black Temple very well.

The Black Temple is an existence that everyone calls to beat, but it is definitely not something that he, a small city lord, can fight against.

When Youde, sitting on the bed, saw the man speechless and didn't speak anymore. She knew very well about the strength of the Black Temple. Otherwise, she would not have been chased for hundreds of years.

"So what's wrong!"

Suddenly the man screamed, and he looked at Youde unwillingly.

"Since it is the Black Temple, then I will write to the Holy See. Ask them to attack the Black Temple."

Suddenly, Youde looked at the man with an incredible look on his face. If the Holy See came forward, she would have to leave. Youde's identity is the summoner of death, and in the face of the same situation, she would be seeking death.

If the Black Temple is a chronic poison to Youde, then the Holy See is extremely poisonous!

"No, I have to leave."

When Youde heard this, he immediately refuted it. At the same time, she thought about it, she needed a reason and a reason to refute the man.

Suddenly, her inspiration flashed.

"I have to go find my husband."

Youde said to the man irresistible, but the man was stunned when he heard this. However, he did not give up. He called Youde:

"Your husband? What's his name? I'll help you find it!"

At this time, Youde recalled Diokuz's smile in his mind, and a smile appeared on his face unconsciously.

"Diokuz."

Seeing Youde's smile, the man showed surprise. He did not expect that just mentioning a person's name would make her smile.

Finally, the man decided to help Youde find Diorkuz.

He sat on the wooden chair and rubbed his forehead with sigh.

"No problem, I'll help you find him. If you want to leave, at least you have to recover from the injury. I will contact the Holy See, after all, the matter of the Black Temple is very serious."

When Youde heard this, he felt that he shouldn't have said the 'Black Temple', but now he has no choice but to compromise.

Three days later, the Holy See received a request from Roland.

The person who received the letter was one of the Archbishops, Alice.

When she saw the letter, she looked confused and sat in the Holy See's room and stared at the envelope in her hand.

“Youde?”

She felt that the name was very familiar, and after thinking about it carefully, she was shocked. A bitter smile appeared on her face and said with a sigh:

“Is it Youde?”

As he said that, he reached out to take out the documents beside him, which were Youde's information.

Youde.

The Summoner of Death.

The time of appearance was unknown. She was captured by the Black Temple two hundred years ago, but she was not caught once. At the same time, it can be seen from where she appeared that she was looking for zombies.

Zombies?

"Oh." Arielle started rubbing with a headache. This was simply unimaginable.

Thinking back to the person Diorkuz was looking for, he looked at the information in front of him.
To be continued...