On the desk, after signing the warrant for execution, Earl Russell covered his eyes, raised his head, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled it. What was supposed to come was still coming!
The strong men who have gone out now cannot come back. They are all led away by the traces of their appearance, even the church. It is difficult not to doubt the connection of certain things.
The open window was not closed, the white gauze curtain was rolled up to the bookshelf next to it, and the light beam coming through turned orange. There was not much time left.
There was a knock on the door, and it opened automatically without waiting for his response. A girl in a pink bubble skirt ran in quickly, with a chain woven with storm symbols around her neck, making the whole thing look a little out of place.
"Dad, did you see where mom went? I can't find her."
"Dano, your mother went to attend a tea party with Mrs. Jero and the others. She will be back soon."
Earl Russell picked up his daughter and put her head on his shoulder. He had always been unwilling to believe it, but after the last time it was difficult to stop doubting it. Is this really his fault?
The wrinkled face lost its majesty and became a little more loving towards her daughter.
The secretary came in with a stamped envelope. He took it with one hand and let it be opened.
The content inside is indeed that there is a shortage of manpower, so just let yourself save some of your own people, and it is best to let those people fight to the death.
"Earl, we are now~
"First focus on guarding the New Malentin and Cador districts, then the railway to the north, and leave the rest alone."
The secretary who was interrupted to suggest received the order and left here again to deliver the order.
Earl Russell, who was holding his daughter, walked to the window and faced the breeze and looked at the Yildi River. His face turned back to a stagnant heaviness. It was time to make a decision! Wait until the end.
Under the twinkling starlight, Jose returned his stool to the table and planned to go to the Central 7th District to the north with his companion Dallas.
"Jose, didn't I make arrangements for you? Stay here."
The lady stopped him and teleported the people arranged inside with a wave of her hand. The dark night shrouded her, and except for the area close to the table, the rest became as dark as an abyss. Even the bright starlight above her head could not pass through.
"Come and sit next to me."
"Mrs. Lysa, it's such an honor."
Jose bowed and saluted in response, and stepped on the darkness with his legs. The coldness and fear around him made him somewhat uncomfortable.
Using the knowledge I learned before, I would describe it as walking on thin ice. Doesn’t it mean that I don’t have any opportunities of my own?
The star envoy in front of him seems to be too enthusiastic about him, so much so that he is a little attached to him. Even if he is in the same organization, he seems to have no more knowledge than him.
"Don't be so formal. Have you sensed the Lord's call to you?"
The chair that Mrs. Lesa was sitting on turned into a double seat with its back on the sofa, and the fan in her hand opened to stir up the breeze. The familiar fragrance once again overwhelmed Jose, making him feel a little stirred in his heart, and he unconsciously got closer.
"I can feel the Lord now when I sleep. He seems to be in my entire sight." Jose, breathing lightly, thought that he shouldn't be so addicted and quickly kept his inner calm.
"Very good, I'm very satisfied."
Mrs. Lesa took Jose into her arms and continued to caress him. Her gorgeous face could not contain her joy, and her dark blue eyes were so cold that everything she looked at seemed to freeze.
There is nothing more suitable for a container than this. As long as I continue to modify it tonight, I believe I won't have to wait too long.
In the temporary meeting room in Tillings, Dominion sat in the very back seat. It was rare to see his uncles, brothers and sisters come together so much.
Tyne Tillings, who was sitting in the middle, was a bit overwhelming, and his pupils hidden in the darkness ignited with green flames, reflecting a scene like purgatory.
"Now that it has been confirmed that the Star Envoy of the Star Word Society is Russell's wife Lesa, it seems that these hypocrites who promote righteousness have joined forces to attack us.
After the time has passed, if you haven't succeeded, you should leave Yasen as soon as possible. There is no shame in failure. The ancestors said, we are still in the Tillings family, and we should give up what we should give up."
The Dominicans who originally thought they were going to fight back were somewhat unable to react. Great-uncle Tyne was using the most domineering words to make the worst decision. His words were filled with majesty that was irrefutable.
"Father, even with the divine order and the sleeping song, do you still have no chance of winning?"
The middle-aged woman who sat down looked a little tense, obviously unable to accept such a result. They took out two level 1 sealed objects and cooperated with a saint, and even Yasen was able to destroy them.
"Carona, this is not the time to be impulsive. Think about how I usually teach you." Tyne thought for a moment and realized that the people here are all his juniors. It is not appropriate to keep suppressing him with force.
"Both the Russells have the strength of saints. They each have subordinates who are not weak to you, and they also have magical items in charge. This risk is too great. Just let them know that we are not easy to mess with."
Tyne has never understood Russell's attitude towards his wife and the Star Word Society. Based on past experience, he started to consider the worst outcome.
After all, the other party has been trying to get rid of this potential threat for more than a day or two. Now that there is such a good opportunity to fall on the heretics, the church will only add fuel to the fire, and in the end it will be a matter of life and death.
It was really too much of a deception. Even if his family was forced to go underground, now they are about to be kicked out.
Thinking of holding these hands tighter, the atmosphere around him became manic, and the driving spirits crawled all over the room, with different shapes and even extremely ferocious appearances.
"We can ask our ancestor's friend for help. She seems to be very friendly. It should be no problem to lend a helping hand~
The voice behind Domini became quieter and quieter, and the gaze and extreme silence made him think about what he said wrong?
"That's an issue that our ancestors have to consider. We have to consider our own affairs. Do you understand?"
Tyne's words made Dominion stop talking and follow the arrangements later. They only need to try their best to defeat the Star Word Society's arrangements within the specified time, and leave here as soon as the time is up.
"This group of people is planning to hold a ceremony to pray for the power of the hidden existence to come. The reconnaissance spirits no longer dare to approach there. Times are about to change, so you'd better be more careful.
The extra person will be asked to help those watching the excitement, and I have already communicated."
Tyne, who understood some of the situation, felt deeply powerless. Without any support, he could only drift with the tide to save himself.
‘Russell, no matter how you explain it, you didn’t win.’ He thought to himself, and a few letters and evidence should have arrived.
If those seemingly useless churches were still there, things like this probably wouldn't have happened.
But who wouldn't think about whether they also want the conflict to break out? After all, holding on to it all the time is not the answer. Instead of sleeping on a bomb that doesn't know when it will explode, it's better to let it be resolved completely.
