It was a shining silver delle, a currency made by the believers of the goddess of wealth, and even in hell can be circulated!

The old priest looked at him deeply, then raised his hand and pointed to the box beside him: "Maybe it is a loyal hound."

"It's worth your doing."

"child."

"Come with me, and it will get a resting place."

Soren put the Silver Deller into the box at the door of the temple, and then carried Heath's body into the cemetery behind.

A small and inconspicuous corner.

When the two dug a hole in the cemetery to bury Heath, Vivian, who had been in silence, shed tears again.

"Heath!..."

The little girl squatted in front of the inconspicuous grave, whispered a few words, then stood up with a strong expression, holding one of Sauron's fingers in her little hand.

Heath is just an inconspicuous old dog.

It does not qualify for a tombstone, so there is only one small grave.
Chapter completed!