Chapter 955

After the three soul fragments merged into the female assassin's body, Celeste retracted his power, picked up the knight's sword in his hand, and came to Rosalind.

Rosalind, who had woken up, stared at Celeste with hatred in her eyes.

"The cult must die."

After saying that, Celeste stabbed the knight's sword into Rosalind's body.

Under the purification of the holy light of dawn, Rosalind's soul was burned inch by inch, and her body slowly decayed and turned into dust.

Watching the death of his enemy, Celeste's face flashed a wave, and then he returned to calm.

Coming to the female assassin, Celeste looked at her, was silent for a moment, and said, "Are you willing to come with me?"

The female assassin had confusion in her eyes and a trance, and she obviously had not recovered from the blow just now.

"Let's talk about it tomorrow morning."

Celeste took back the knight's sword, picked up the female assassin, and flew towards Morning Light City.

Weilin looked at Celeste's figure going away, handed the black core in his hand to Kyle, and said, "Study it first, and return it to Celeste if he wants it."

"Yes."

Kyle took the black core, nodded, and then put it into the space ring.

Back in Morning Light City, Weilin went into the room through the window, threw himself on the bed, and began to sleep.

On the other side, Celeste brought the female assassin back to the room, put her on the bed, let her sleep, and then left the hotel and flew out of the city.

As soon as Kyle lay down, he sensed that Celeste had left again, sat up from the bed, and was ready to call his master. When he found that he was asleep, he stopped knocking on the door and followed him alone.

The two came to the top of the mountain hundreds of kilometers away, one in front and one behind.

Celeste didn't care about Kyle who followed him, and went straight to the top of the mountain and sat cross-legged, and took out a long strip wrapped in black cloth from the space equipment.

Put it on your knees, untie the black cloth wrapped around it, revealing a priest's staff with blood.

"Angel, let's talk."

Hearing Celeste's words, Kyle came to sit beside him.

"With your strength, why would you follow a corrupt human noble?"

"Because he made me." Kyle looked up at the moon and answered calmly, "Without him, there would be no me."

Cislet asked, "He made you."

"Yes."

After getting a positive answer, Celeste did not continue to ask.

"Are you interested in listening to the story of my disciple?"

"Please tell me."

"Okay, then I'll tell you." Celeste stroked the priest's staff and slowly said, "Seventy-five years ago..."

Celeste told, Kyle listened.

Through his words, Kyle could feel the affection that Celeste poured into his disciple.

Unfortunately, fate played tricks on people, and an expedition became a farewell forever.

Being killed by the Hungry Cult was not only physical, but also spiritual.

Six hours later, the sky gradually turned white, and the first ray of sunrise was about to appear.

Celeste stopped talking and stood up.

Seeing this, Kyle also stood up and looked at the stubborn Dawn Knight beside him. His perception of him changed a little.

When the first ray of sunrise appeared, under Celeste's power, the priest's staff slowly shattered.

The wind blew gently, and the smoke and dust went with the wind, gradually blending into this vast world.

Celeste lowered his head and slowly closed his eyes. The farewell that was delayed for 35 years came to an end today.

Half an hour later, Celeste raised his head, looked at the world shrouded in light, stopped for a moment, turned around and said to Kyle: "Go back."

"Let's go."

Kyle responded softly, and then flew to Dawn City with Celeste.

In the hotel, the female assassin sat up from the bed, looking at the unfamiliar environment around her, with horror in her eyes, hugging her knees, immersed in the scene of yesterday.

Those warm moments always hurt her heart, making it difficult for her to regard her kind mother as her enemy.

She didn't understand why her "mother" didn't kill her at that time, but kept her.

"Squeak--"

The wooden door was pushed open, making a sound.

The female assassin raised her head, her eyes still dull.

Celeste came to her side, stared at her quietly, and asked in a calm tone: "Are you willing to go with me?"

"I..." The female assassin pursed her lips and whispered, "I do."

"Milna, this is your future name." Celeste reached out and stroked the female assassin's head, saying softly, "When your mother was not married, she kept saying that her future daughter would be called Milna."

"What if I were a man?" Milna asked in a low voice with some light in her eyes.

"Lucius." Celeste answered, "This is the name your mother gave her son."

"Myrna, my name will be Myrna Tavier from now on."

Celeste looked at Myrna who had regained some vitality, nodded and said, "Okay."

"Come on, I'll take you to eat something."

When Celeste turned to leave, Myrna suddenly said, "Can I embark on the path of knighthood?"

"Yes."

After saying that, Celeste left the room and went downstairs to wait for her.

After moving her sore hands and feet, Myrna got off the bed, left the room, and walked downstairs.

Two hours later, Kyle opened the Messier demiplane and let Myrna enter it to temporarily accompany the soldiers.

Then, the three left Morning Light City and flew southeast.

…

The Sudak Province of the Morning Light Principality is located in the southeast region, close to the sea, and has a relatively strong business atmosphere.

In the afternoon, the three landed outside the Vilite Port.

The ships coming and going made a short stop here to replenish supplies and then left.

The population of Vilite Port is nearly 80,000, and 60,000 people are engaged in merchant ship-related services.

In addition, this place is also an important source of tax revenue for the Morning Light Principality, and the annual tax revenue accounts for 15% of the 5% military expenditure.

Entering the city, a smell of the sea hits the face, and a large number of salted fish are hung outside the door for air drying.

Passing through the somewhat dirty streets, we came to a medium-sized dock repair site.

The Pitman Shipyard covers an area of ​​300,000 square meters, has 800 employees, and has a total asset of 600,000 gold coins. It is completely controlled, and the annual output profit is only about 5,000 to 8,000 gold coins.

Looking at the somewhat dilapidated shipyard, Weilin's mind emerged with relevant information, and he began to waver between selling and not selling.

Just as he was about to enter this place, several tax officials dressed in decent clothes came over.

Seeing this, the people around him bowed their heads and stepped aside.