Old Pancras was silent for a moment, then slowly shook his head: "It would be best not to leave her here, because she will have a more suitable place to go."

"Is it better to be with those strangers?"

Bemin couldn't understand it, and Old Pancras couldn't explain it either. He just laughed lowly and said in a hoarse voice: "How should I explain it, but maybe there is no need to explain it. One day you will understand, right, Bemin

.Not everything that must be done in this world is good, and not everything that is good must be done.”

When the little goblin heard this, he tilted his head and looked confused.

Such profound words, and very difficult to understand.

But in fact, she only needs to know one thing: sometimes, the choice of fate is more important than a person's own choice.

…

At the same moment, in the distant and boundless sky, in the direction where the little photon elf and the older and wiser bell-ringer looked together, on the back of the whale island, in an ordinary-looking church, there were two blond nuns.

Kneeling in front of the statue of the goddess, he put the index and middle fingers of his left hand together, tapped the center of his eyebrows, the tip of his nose and his lips, and offered a devout prayer in a low voice——

"We wait for the people of this world."
Chapter completed!