In the afternoon, Liam City, Elm Street.

Dr. Ryan opened the door and helped his pregnant wife get on the carriage. The poor guy became a teleportation container for Baylor Gardard before and after the Cross Street massacre, and experienced double physical and mental torture.

However, after the end of the incident, his bad luck ended. Not only did he regain love and get married, but he has now begun to prepare for becoming a father.

During this trip, he planned to go to the newly built crossroads to purchase some rare herbs and come back to equip his wife with some calm incense.

Speaking of herbal perfume, nowadays, most of the perfume business in Liam City is in the hands of one person.

Returning to Elland from the northern continent, Rilla met Vilamont, who had just recovered in Abetus, for which she suffered some unnecessary fright. In order to compensate her and to take care of this former acquaintance, Sigmon ordered Thomas to transfer part of their perfume business in Liam City to Rilla.

Thomas is no longer the same as before. He is the invisible finance minister of the kingdom and the controller of the huge business empire. He only needs a little resource tilt to make Rhela's business in Liam City prosperous.

Rila's father, the elderly Antoine, participated in a so-called aristocratic party when Rila left. In this private masked party, Old Antoine took some weird potions in a confused manner.

That night, he felt that the wind was so strong that he returned to 30 years ago, so he hugged left and right and became a real man again.

But this poor old guy didn't have much energy to squander. Before dawn, he could only spray blood. A group of people finally saved his life, but he also suffered a stroke. The damage left by the past indulgence surged up. Antoine who woke up lost all his ability to move, and only his brain could remain awake.

Every day, I can only look at the sun outside under the maid's service, and then wait for death.

This celebration, Sigmun originally invited Rilla, but after repeated consideration, Rilla declined. Her experience in Abetus made her realize that Sigmun and she are now people from two worlds.

The friendship of acquaintance has made her huge rewards, but Rilla is a girl who is easily content. She knows how to keep distance and be grateful. Now her life in Liam City is on track. As the spice queen of the whole city, and with the ability to contact some of the big names in Abetus, she can be said to be the top powerful in the city.

This kind of life is enough.

However, in her spare time, she would let the coachman drive a carriage and wander aimlessly on the street. She seemed to be recalling the past and recalling some of her experiences when she was a girl.

Some are vague, some are clear. For some reason, whenever I think of this memory, Rhela always feels emotionally complicated.

The carriage was walking on the street, lifting the curtains and scanning the scenery outside without any focal length. Suddenly, Rhela's movement suddenly froze. She ordered the driver to stop the carriage, push open the car door, and look at a house on the corner of the street.

In that familiar place, the window was opened and several pots of freshly watered flowers were placed on the windowsill, which meant that the owner of the house had returned.

"Who will it be? Sigmun, or..." Thinking of a possibility, Rilla's eyes widened.

"Miss, did I miss somewhere?" asked the coachman.

"No, nothing." Rilla shook her head gently, "Go back." She didn't get out of the car, but sat down again. But between the stop and the seat, her mood rose and her mood became inexplicably better.

"Let's go back." Rhela spoke again.

"Living in a city, there is always a chance to see you again. As for other things... it doesn't matter anymore."

Who can tell the future?

As the carriage drove forward, Rilla suddenly had more expectations for her future life. She heard the noise outside from the open car window, which was a bard singing the deeds of the Duke of the Nation.

Regarding this legendary duke, there is also an official biography circulating on the market. The author of this biography is Onela, a famous female writer from Abetus.

Onela is most famous for a complete set of books called the Apostle of the Moon, but no one knows how the female writer obtained the permission of Duke Sigmon to authorize the publication of this biography.

But no matter what, this is the only way for ordinary people to learn the legendary experience of the Knight of the Nation, so this biography was sold out immediately as soon as it was published. The publisher added prints crazily, but still couldn't satisfy the enthusiasm of ordinary people.

People use this method to express their love for Sigmun. Most people will buy several copies in one go, some for collection, some for gifts, and some for detailed disassembly of this biography, and have speculated a lot of things in a very good way.

Over time, a small trend has formed, which has given birth to some people who make a living from it. Some opera houses and poets will artistically process a certain part of the indetailed paragraphs and then interpret them in their own way.

Rilla has heard a lot of similar plots, but she just laughed it off. She had read the biography. The Sigmun described in the book was completely different from the boy she knew, and all the experiences and life were forged.

Of course, Sigmun would not tell his experience. The so-called biography of characters is no longer a little bit. He added many plots of cool articles in his memory to himself. From the perspective of reading and storylines, this biography is a dimensionality reduction blow to this era.

In addition to these messy sounds, Rilla also heard a lot of pious praise. Through the car window, she saw the missionary team on the street, drawing special sun patterns on the other party's robes.

It was an emerging sect called the Sun. It did not serve the gods, but focused on self-inner discovery, praises beauty, and praises the sun.

In the missionary procession, Montana took off her hood from her head and looked satisfied on her quiet face. A few months ago, she and Solar re-wrote the teachings and began to spread in Abetus. New beliefs were quickly recognized by people in this chaotic era.

Liam City became their second stop to expand their publicity. In the process of letting everyone know their firm beliefs, Montana also found her place again. She was satisfied with everything she is now. Only occasionally, in the dead of night, would think of the figure who suddenly entered her dream.

As for Solar, this paranoid red neck, because of simplicity and purity, he is the easiest of all.

Separating from the crowd, Montana walked into a cemetery in the afterglow of the sunset. She came to a nameless tombstone, stood quietly for a moment, put down a branch of a starry tree, and left.

No one knows that the former blasphemer Bellegarde was buried there.

After Montana left, the sky became dark, and after a thin figure appeared in front of the blank tombstone.

Lawrence looked at the tombstone and was quietly in a daze. He didn't know who was buried under the tombstone, nor did he know why he came here. It was an indescribable guide.

He stood alone under the tombstone for a long time, finally sighed, patted the tombstone gently, and turned around and left.
Chapter completed!