Something's wrong with my undead

Chapter 267 Parental Love

Because of Gray, Heine had no intention of coming in person.

This fifth-level necromancer is obviously different from other fifth-level professionals who have will incorporated into their extraordinary energy.

Heine didn't feel any unnecessary emotions from him. On the contrary, he was rejected by the local Yuanling. He fell into a coma as soon as he got close to the McCalla Mountains, and his soul fluctuations became weaker and weaker.

This is an excellent research sample.

Firstly, it was the first time I met a necromancer from outside, and secondly, it seemed that I would send it if I didn’t do anything about it.

But before Heine could start researching, he learned about the current situation of Mr. Sa and Wei Dianyuan from Eric.

Before that, he had heard people from the Northeast talk about Yati Town and the collapse of the mine more than once.

He originally thought that this matter was far away, just like the separation of the eternal dawn that was talked about as a sheep catcher.

——Although it’s not far away.

This one is indeed courageous.

Although most of this group of elves from Mourning Wood City were "city dwellers", they were all either in slums or shantytowns. They had never seen such a grand pomp and they involuntarily puffed up their chests, trying not to embarrass the elves.

Flying was prohibited along the way, and it was not good for the ghost horse to be seen, so he galloped along the path.

I almost never see him venting his stress on others, and he rarely even gets angry.

So, Heine rode the ghost horse to Godero City, found Meno, and took the latter straight to Arti Town.

Hui Yue always felt that the other person seemed familiar. After looking at him for a few more times, he realized that it was the same smile that always hung on the corner of Heine's lips.

Unlike Heine, he came to investigate the explosion that occurred in the mining center of Yati Town on behalf of Sanxitin and the seizure of the quartermaster.

Before Heine could elaborate on how he got involved with Andre, the carriage arrived.

Just as he thought, the news reported to Saint-Xitin was blocked.

——Perhaps it is this kind of character that can be favored by a strong servant.

Heine already knew the whole story from Andre, so his praise of the Sheriff Black Knight was not entirely polite.

Not far away, a vigorous old man with gray hair on his temples stood at the door.

she thought to herself.

But as the news of the quartermaster's seizure was reported in various cities, the people behind the scenes had no time to completely block it. Only then did Andre, the "imperial envoy", have the opportunity to take action.

He looked to be over fifty years old, with an elegant demeanor and deep eyes. The charm of his youth was vaguely visible on his face.

This was a sign of emotional stability, at least for Heine.

Someone is secretly trying to make the situation here worsen.

...

But when he heard that Wei Dianyuan was "controlled", he couldn't sit still.

The poor shadow technician, whose old bones were almost broken to pieces, was resting in Andre's manor.

It's a coincidence that this "imperial envoy" from Saint-Xiting only arrived in Yati Town tonight.

"You don't have to go out to greet me."

Heine stepped forward quickly.

Andre smiled and said: "It is still necessary to receive friends from afar."

He said and looked at Hui Yue and others.

Although the Nice people who grew up in the North are also called "snow elves" because of their fair skin, they actually have nothing to do with elves.

They even hate the name.

Because it seems like they are gilding themselves in the name of elves.

Coupled with the involvement with the Eternal Dawn, the Nice people's attitude towards the elves is not good.

So Andre's attitude flattered Hui Yue and others, as this man seemed to have no racial prejudice.

The two parties entered the house surrounded by servants. After a brief greeting, they had a sumptuous dinner together, and then the servants waited on the guests to wash up and rest.

These elves have been wandering around for so long, and it’s time for them to take a good rest.

After everything settled down, Andre invited Heine into the study.

Coming to this private space, both of them took off their seemingly relaxed disguise in front of others.

"How's the situation?" Andre asked.

"A little worse than I expected."

Heine found a seat and sat down, as if he were at home.

"My skeleton went to explore the mines on his own. I didn't get to see him, and of course I didn't have the chance to go to the mines to find him in person."

"But you don't seem to be very worried." "It's useless to worry, besides, they are more capable than me." Heine smiled: "Rather than running down in person to cause trouble for them, it's better to stay outside. You What? Didn’t you say you were going to use the ‘Poetry Club’s methods’ to investigate? Are there any results?”

Andre: "We have to wait a little longer."

He sat back at the desk, leaned on the chair, and stared at the wall opposite.

It was a static portrait of a woman, without any magical elements, as if it were hand-drawn.

Although the person in the painting is middle-aged, he is dignified and elegant, and his temperament is as mellow as red wine.

This is Siara’s mentor Catherine, a former servant of St. Sitting.

In addition, she also has an unknown identity, that is, a member of the Saiweng Poetry Society.

She was also the person in charge of the Poetry Society in Northland, and it was under her influence that Andre entered the Poetry Society.

Heine met Andre when he first arrived in Yati Town. The two strangers recognized each other because of this relationship.

Heine found that the other party was a fifth-level shadow warlock but did not resist him. The extraordinary energy in his body did not seem to be integrated into his will.

And he himself was recognized because the information had already spread throughout the poetry club and everyone knew him.

Andre was the first member of the poetry club that Heine met besides Siara.

The last one should have been Karl Elan. Unfortunately, this old mage only had research talents and not mage talents, so he was not absorbed by the poetry club. However, judging from his attitude of being obsessed with promoting rune literature and studying Yuanling, he didn't seem to care much. Poetry club.

The position of this organization has always been on the side of the McCalla Mountains, so the two of them basically lowered their guard as soon as they recognized each other.

Moreover, in front of Andre, Heine knew that a lot of his information was transparent and open to the public - including but not limited to the mysterious skeletons.

However, even the poetry club with great supernatural powers seemed not very clear about what happened after the void disaster, so Heine picked out some unimportant content and told the other party.

Even the "leftovers" from the mountains shocked Andre.

This was the reason internally, so the external excuse was naturally the same one Heine told Hui Yue.

These were the same things he used to deal with Meno in the first place.

Heine followed the other person's gaze and suddenly asked:

"How did you know each other?"

"At a dinner party."

There was a look of memory in Andre's eyes.

"I am here on behalf of the Musiain family to congratulate her on coming to Saint-Sitine from the city of Godero as a servant. The old stubborns in the family still hope that I will attract her attention like a peacock in full bloom.

“But I don’t like crowds, and I didn’t have any plans to do so, so I was wandering alone in the garden and met her who also sneaked out.

“I was surprised that she was here to receive congratulations on stage, but why she suddenly came here.

"She said it was just the maid pretending. Anyway, she just had to smile and accept the congratulations. As long as the chain of forgiveness hanging around her waist was real, those people wouldn't be able to tell the difference between the real thing and the fake one.

"Then she asked me why I dared. After all, the declining Musiain family was counting on me to earn some face and connections.

"I smiled and said, 'Look, didn't I hit the right spot and meet a real servant?' She was laughing so hard that she was so beautiful."

The old man had a smile in his eyes, as if he was lost in memories.

Heine even regretted that he shouldn't have said this.

Suddenly, Andre changed the subject:
"You actually want to ask, how did she die?"

Heine was silent.

He really wanted to ask this.

"It's nothing. After so many years, I have already gotten used to it."

Andre's eyes returned to calmness, as if he was not the one who was obsessed with memories just now.

"A server of Saint Xitine has always had a high possibility of becoming the chief priest of the temple, but as a member of the Poetry Society, she does not even have a shadow will in her soul. If she continues like this, her identity will only be exposed, so she directly refused to run. .”

Heine was stunned: "And then he died? Was it the death-whispering lady you believed in who did it?"

Andre shook his head:
"No, her death from political struggle, a stubborn human disease, has nothing to do with strength.

“The people who supported her at the beginning were eager for her to go further in order to expand her influence and recover costs, but her refusal caused those people to lose completely, so she was naturally abandoned.

"An abandoned pawn with too many secrets is naturally not qualified to continue living."

He suddenly looked at Heine, his eyes like daggers:

"Although I am not qualified to say this in my capacity, I still want to remind you: If you cannot provide sufficient support for little Siara, don't let her become the next Catherine."

Heine pouted: "I have no intention of getting involved in the struggle between the old nobles of Saint-Xitine and the Holy Temple."

Andre was stunned and looked at him as if he had seen a ghost:
"You... knew it a long time ago?"

(End of this chapter)