Something's wrong with my undead

Heinrich's old house.

This ancestral home has been idle since Heine was busy working as a "lord's staff".

But today, it was cleaned again.

The bedroom was illuminated by a warm yellow light, and there was still a warm and moist smell in the air.

"Shall I open a window?"

Heine asked.

"Ah."

Siara moved her arm away from Heine, propped up her head with one hand, and watched him get off the bed with his bare buttocks on.

She stared at Heine's back. The muscle lines on it were tighter than before.

"Are you still doing warrior training?"

"of course."

Heine opened the window.

In the countryside in early May, the evening air was still a bit cool, quickly taking away the heat in the house.

"I feel that compared to the Necromancer, the combination of Warrior + Psychic is more in line with my current fighting style."

In fact, the attribute improvement brought by upgrading is too comprehensive, and it will be wasted if you don't practice.

Heine returned to bed and asked curiously: "Who is that Kitty? The negotiations are almost over, why didn't he mention Ansong?"

"Dmitri is... to use the word you said before, he is Ansong's 'second uncle'."

"Second uncle?" Heine was stunned: "Isn't Ansong more important?"

Siara shook her head and said: "Actually, the impact is not that big. After all, the talent of Jitiler's generation is withering, and it doesn't matter whoever is the leader of the clan."

She suddenly said: "You still remember my mentor Catherine, right?"

"Ah."

"Her death is actually related to the previous generation of Gitil."

Siara sighed, memories in her eyes.

“The inside of the temple is not monolithic, that’s what Andre told me.

"Jitile was one of the first nobles to defect to the Temple. Since then, with the support of Kitil, the weak Temple has gradually grown into a behemoth that rivals the old nobles, until it disintegrated the original royal power.

“But at this time, people discovered that it was not the aristocracy that was disintegrated, but the non-Kitil nobles.

"They are nominally supporters of the temple and believers of the goddess, but in fact they have become legitimate nobles with real power, and they are the last nobles.

“So, ‘Server’ came into being.

"As servants of God, we have a closer connection with the temple, and we have taken a large part of the real power away from Jitilel and become an extension of the power of the chief priest.

"Gitil naturally refuses to sit back and let this situation get worse.

"So, the ambitious Gitilos of the previous generation selected Catherine's mentor who perfectly met the requirements in all aspects, and secretly supported her step by step from being a servant in Godero City until she was infinitely close to Saint-Sitine.

"They dream of using this method to support a 'chief priest' belonging to their own camp, and finally completely control the temple..."

Heine laughed: "But they never thought that Catherine is actually from the poetry club?"

"Ah."

Siara also lamented: "They may not know this yet, but they just regret that they chose the wrong person."

Heine: "But Andre said that she died in a power struggle among the nobles... Wasn't the person who supported her a nobleman other than the Musiain family?"

"That's just a scapegoat pushed out by Kitil." Siara shook her head: "After that, a large number of Ansong's fathers went to the Ashes Front and died there, and Kitil was rewarded for this. Received a large award.”

Heine frowned slightly: "If we can just deduce this conclusion..."

"Of course not." Siara said: "Until not long ago, my views were consistent with yours... But after Ansong died during this expedition, someone immediately blocked Ansong's meditation room and found out the There is evidence that he has dealings with the underworld, and he also asked the chief priest, Ms. Nikes, to thoroughly investigate the Gitil family. "

Heine felt a chill in his heart.

Good guy, he thought An Song was hiding it from his family by being the second and fifth son.

Why does it look like Kitil in the temple is not normal at all?

"Is that Dmitry?" he asked.

"No, it's Roman Gitil, Dmitri's brother, a more terrifying guy than Dmitri. Both of them are Ansong's grandfathers. When Roman was the patriarch, Dmitri was what he is today. He has been negotiating with people everywhere, so this time he came forward to come together. "

"It's really the second uncle..."

Heine murmured.

No wonder An Song had been dead for so long and the other party didn't make any sound.

In fact, everything has been done secretly.

He didn't even have time to report An Song with the evidence that he was a second-rate man. The old man named Luo Man had already pushed the matter away.

He even showed his loyalty.

——I asked you to thoroughly investigate the Gitil family. Now you can’t say that we have an affair with the underworld, right?

The response is too fast and the work is too stable.

There really isn't any loophole left.

"No wonder you didn't mention Ansong at all this time, or even mentioned those Black Knight prisoners..."

Heine murmured: "Ansong has been completely given up."

"Yes, the Jitil family has firmly established that it was just Ansong's personal behavior, and it was bewitched by the underworld. So this time is not a war, and there is no need to ransom the prisoners.

"Those more than a hundred black knights died in Ansong Gitil's private recruitment by default, and they will be compensated by the Gitile family - this is nothing to them."

Siara sighed and leaned into Heine's arms.

She closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

"It was also after this incident that Andre and I both remembered what happened with Catherine's mentor. The death of Kittil and the subsequent awards were more like Kittil's compromise... They were obviously the murderers, But he died with full glory. He may not even be dead. He may still be on the Ashes Frontline, living comfortably in another identity.

“We know this, but we can’t do anything about it.

“This is what the mentor wants to resist.

"In this world, ordinary people can only be fooled by power and strength, just like the Ghittlers.

"She was indeed a believer of Ms. Deathrattler at first. She firmly believed that death is the destination of equality, and all injustices will return to dust."

Heine couldn't help but ask: "What changed her mind later?"

"I don't know, maybe it's the 'pollution' you mentioned, maybe it's something else, but she came into contact with the poetry club and found her true destination, an ideal she can strive for her whole life."

"No wonder you come here to teach..."

Heine hugged her, feeling mixed in his heart.

Most people spend their lives looking for the meaning of life. Before they truly find it, this meaning is often given by others.

Siara is like this, and so is herself to a certain extent.

Before I found the Yuanling Array, I didn't think about leaving.

At that time, he took the three Xia Yang Sa brothers with him, and everyone in the world could go there.

But he heard McCalla's ending.

He knew this place would turn to scorched earth.

He couldn't pretend he didn't hear it, that kind of self-deception was too funny.

Some roads only appear as you walk, like now.

"Are you still planning to go back?" he asked.

He already knew that the Poetry Club sent someone to protect her. The chain of forgiveness was now just a magic tool and no longer had the surveillance function.

But Siara didn’t mention Dragon Island.

It's not that she intentionally concealed it, but she was worried that the dragon named Buzina would have a way of knowing that she was the one who leaked the secret.

"of course."

Siara opened her eyes: "I am still a servant of Godero City. As for whether I will have another identity in the future, it all depends on McCalla's influence."

Heine curled his lips: "You say that I'm under a lot of pressure..."

"If I stay, won't you be under more pressure?"

"You are right, Teacher Siara, students are at a stressful age, so you have to enlighten me."

Heine used necromancy and turned off the lights, and the room suddenly fell into hazy darkness.

...

In the middle of the night, Heine suddenly woke up from his dream.

He sat up suddenly from the bed.

"What's wrong?" Siara also sat up and asked.

"I have to go to the cellar."

Heine said solemnly:

"Maybe... there's someone new here."