"Run..." As Moya expected, Wadesos had already swept his family and fled.

After not seeing each other for thirty years, this kid's appearance has changed a lot, and I have not recognized it at all.

However, Moya didn't know that Vadsos was also involved in frameing him. If Bai Ling and the others were jealous, then why did he frame her?

"Awen, take a few people to check the movements of Chavadsos to see where he fled, and then find two half-elves who are fast-moving, disguise and follow, but don't kill him. Follow him well, report all his situation to me. If I'm not here, you can also tell Sistale, but you are not allowed to mention it to the elders, including my brother Bilfitt, you can't say it, understand."

"Yes, high priest, I understand." Awen took the order and took a few subordinates away to carry out the mission assigned by Moya.

He came to the Adventure Guild to look for clues, but met Sistale, who had not shown up since entering the city. He leaned against a big tree trunk outside the Guild with a pale face.

"Sistar!"

Seeing that there was no one around, Moya called out softly in the elf language. When Sistale raised her head, she pointed to the "Desert Traveler" not far ahead. This hotel is where Sistale is currently located. Due to the special identity of the Paladin, he cannot live in the city lord's mansion, nor can he be involved with the night elves.

It was not convenient to talk on the street, Moya signaled to go to where he lived. The boy looked bad, and Moya was worried that his identity had been exposed.

Pulling up the hood of the cloak, Moya imposed a "slide" spell on himself, quickly crossing the narrow street, and using the floating technique to flip into the balcony on the second floor of the "Desert Traveler" near the street.

After waiting for five mur (min) in the room, Sistale returned with heavy steps.

It was completely different from the one who parted in the morning. On that handsome, arrogant and indifferent face, Moya saw deep fatigue and anxiety.

"What happened? Your face was bad?"

Sistale did not answer. He threw himself into a bench covered with soft fur, staring at a necklace pulled out of his arms with dull eyes. Although the badge on it was not clear because of its ancient age, Moya knew that it was mitsilver, the night elves' favorite metal. Judging from the patterns, it should belong to a certain night elves' family.

Moya didn't speak again, she knew that if Sistale didn't want to, he wouldn't even ask a hundred times.

Time passed by little by little, and outside the window, the sun set. For an entire afternoon, the room was silent, and the night elves guards were hiding outside the door for an afternoon.

"My mother is here." After a long time, a sigh broke the dead silence in the room.

"Your mother...isn't she in the mist forest of the Western Continent?"

"Do you remember the story I told you about my life experience?"

"Remember, it's related to your mother's coming...?"

"Yan, Miria are my best childhood playmates in the foggy forest. After I left, Miria also ran away. The half-elf-girl you pretended to be Miria's granddaughter, and the Mondick who died in prison is Miria's biological son."

"How is this... possible..." This time Moya was greatly surprised.

Mondick is the son of the Polyvian Elf Princess and Eve is her granddaughter. This...isn't that ridiculous?

It is indeed hard to believe that a white elf ran away from his motherland to the Eastern Continent, but... Mondick is indeed the surname Miria, with the same name as the Elf Princess. He has a very good talent in magic. If it weren't for the grief of losing his wife and the hardship of prison, this half elf would still be a very handsome man, and would not look like an ordinary half elf anywhere.

When thinking about this aspect, Moya also felt some subtle similarities.

Mondick and Sistale are very similar, and even Eve has many similarities in the outline.

"Can't it be...Mondick is your child?"

"What are you talking nonsense? I was only forty years old at that time and had not yet grown up. Even the children of Miria and me could not be half-elves!"

"That's right. I just guessed that this princess might have chased you all the way to the East Continent. After finding someone, she found a man who looked like you and married him." Seeing the angry look on Sistale's face, Moya quickly stopped her jokes. "Just just kidding, is it necessary to be so nervous? Besides, what does this have to do with your mother coming to the East Continent?"

Sitting up irritably, Sistale played with the necklace in his hand; "Miria has never remarried since she returned to the Mist Forest. According to the tradition of the elves, the elves only choose one lover in their life, so... Mondick is her only offspring, and after his death, Eve is the only heir, and she will inherit the name of the princess."

"No wonder Mondick kept saying before he died that he should go back to his hometown with his mother. So that's what happened." Only then did Moya understand the man's nonsense when he was dying; "But doesn't the white elves also attach great importance to bloodlines? How could they tolerate a half elves becoming the heir to the throne?"

"This is very simple. As long as you select a man of pure blood from the clan, you will give birth to pure blood descendants after several generations of repeated intermarriage. Although you oppose mixed blood, too close blood will cause low fertility. The only way is to mix with half-elves. Now that you know that the throne inherits is in the Eastern Continent, they will naturally come to you. When I was in the Southern Continent, I heard that Porivia sent a lot of people to Onitro to find the lost tribe members."

"There are several half-elves in Grigg's prison. They all have white elves blood and have friendships with Mondick. I guess the reason why the Mist Forest sent people again was that they received the message from the half-elves who escaped. In addition, I have been operating as Eve for the past six months... Then how did you know, your mother..."

"Today I plan to go to the Adventure Guild to help you cancel the task of seeking swords. Unexpectedly, I encountered several half-elves from Polyvia. After the guild registrant told them that "Eve-Miria" and I were companions, they asked me to take you to Mingsu. My mother made a special trip to the Eastern Continent instead of Miria, and Yaen...he came too."

Yahn?

After thinking for a long time, Moya remembered that Yann was the male white elf who tried to kill Sistale, his childhood playmate. I said why this kid was abnormal? So that's what happened.

"Then what are your plans?"

"I don't know, I haven't thought about how to face my mother. I don't even have the courage to ask, and I don't want to see that hypocritical betrayer again." Burying his face in his hands, Sistaer fell into a conflict. He didn't know how to face his relatives, nor how to face those who had deeply hurt his heart.

If... after meeting, then all his efforts will be in vain. Moya also hopes that the identity of this paladin can help clear her guilt. The Great Elder needs the identity of this paladin. Once he does not find out the identity of the intelligence, he will no longer have any status in the Night Elf. By then, he will have nothing, and his years of efforts will turn into nothingness.

But if you don't go, the half-elf who already knows that he is a Paladin will tell your mother what they know. In that case, as long as you go to the church to check, you will soon know his identity, and the result will be the same.

Seeing Sistale's struggle in his eyes, Moya knew that he was very conflicted. He had no idea what to do. Whether to go or not, he was facing an unchangeable future.

[Young elves, you must choose a path that belongs to you, otherwise... God's grace is not eternal. Since he can give you the identity of the dark clan, he will naturally deprive you of the status you currently have]

Moon god Garcia's advice was still echoing in his ears. Moya knew that Sistale had to choose between light and darkness. But she knew that this young elf with a cold expression had always been influenced by childhood education and environment. Even if he had joined the night elves' tribe, he still subconsciously favored the white elf. Behind the coldness, he still retained a part of his conscience, which was a nature that he could never abandon as a mixed-blood elves.

Since Sistale cannot make the right choice, she will do it. The pain is short-lived. In order to continue to survive, it is necessary to cut off the past that there is no need to recall and retain. Even if Sistale will resent, she must make up her mind. Otherwise... Haas will give the most painful punishment to the people who violate her.

"I'll go."

Looking up, seeing Moya's face full of determination, Sistale suddenly understood what was in her tone.

"No!"

"It's best for me to go. Since you can't do it, then let me do it."

"No!" How could he be? That was his mother. No matter what she had done, she... was his mother after all, the person who gave him life wanted him to face him... he... could not do it.

"Sistar, a night elf does not need mercy or conscience. All you need is powerful force. With power, no one will betray you, and no one will laugh at you because of your mixed-race identity. Before your identity is exposed, removing the uneasy factor that threatens you is the best choice. Could it be...you still have fantasies about your mother? You are still forgiven for your friends? Since they have chosen to abandon and betray, they should have expected that it will be today." He punched Siistar in the face, grabbed his collar, looked at him with eyes, and Moya told his experience word by word; "Don't be naive, you'd better give up these boring thoughts. Otherwise, you will be like me, the more you expect, the more disappointed you will be."

pain……

resentment……

Not willing to...

Sistaer saw naked emotions in Moya's black eyes. These indescribable pasts show that she had been the same as herself. Yes, they had the same experience and faced the same choice.

Now that he has once again ushered in the fork in his destiny, this choice will also affect his voice, whether to cut off the past with ruthlessness, or...

"Useless guy!" Seeing Sistaer's retreat, Moya let him go; "Stay behind and think about it slowly, I don't have so much time to waste with you."

"Where are you going..."

“Go to do what I should do.”

"etc……"

"Shut up! Stay here for me and don't go anywhere. Don't forget that I am the high priest. What consequences will you have if you violate my orders!!"

"Moya...you shouldn't be really...you want to do that?" He quickly grabbed Moya's door, which had been half opened. Sistale didn't believe that she was going to kill her mother.

"Why not, she and those white elves who know your identity are absolutely dangerous. Mingsu has a light church. Once they reveal your identity, you will not be able to gain a foothold in the light church. The Temple of War may allow a half elves to become their paladin, but it will definitely not allow a mixed-blood elves who join the night elves to become part of the temple. I don't need to say that you know it yourself." Striking off the hands that Sistaer asked, Moya knew that this was a bit cruel to him, but there was no way. Once he chose to become the dark clan, he had to abandon that

The thoughts that only the Light clan possesses, the warning of the Dark Moon Goddess is not groundless. She can feel that her divine grace is declining. Because of Sistale's hesitation, the remaining kindness in his heart has angered the God of Darkness. If she doesn't act, will she lose the favor of the Lord God like Nathus? If she really reaches that point, she and Sistale will be done. The current situation cannot tolerate her slightest mistake. If she wants to blame, she can only blame Elise and that Yann for betraying Sistale. Now that things have come to this point, there is no room for reversal.

"In the name of Garcia, I will give you peace!" Moya quickly pressed his forehead, and the effect of the peace spell immediately calmed him down.

"You... stay here for the time being."

"Wait..." I wanted to hold Moya, but my hands and feet were getting heavier and heavier. Sistale felt weak all over. The unique peace spell of the Moon God Priest can make people fall into a state of relief and coma.

Ignoring Sistale's call, Moya closed the door heavily without looking back, and told the guards outside the door to be sure that they would guard Sistale and not allow him to leave the room.

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"stand up!!"

He grabbed Gulid, who was sitting at the night elf headquarters, and Moya ordered people to find two horses. Time was too long, and she had to solve the troubles before Sistale woke up.

"Where are you going to take me?" Goulid was on the horse in a hurry and didn't know where he was going to be taken.

"Take my ransom from His Majesty the Emperor of your country."

Gulidi didn't believe it at all. He didn't understand why the priestess had to leave in a hurry.

"Moya! Where are you going?" Seeing Moya appearing in a hurry and taking the leader of the mage group as if he was about to go on a long journey, Bilfit hurriedly walked up to ask.

"Bilfit, I'm going to go to Mingsu. You have taken good care of Sistale. You must not let him leave Merry. I will find a few priests to continue casting coma spells for him later. You can't let him go until I come back." There was no time to explain carefully, Moya was going to go to Mingsu overnight.

"What's wrong with you?"

"I don't have time to explain, I will come back as soon as possible. You will do the big and small matters in the city." After a few simple explanations, Moya rode his horse and disappeared from Bilfit's sight in a short while.

"You can't wait until tomorrow if you have anything to do? It's almost dark now, and it's very dangerous to travel across the Sunlight Plain at night..."

Seeing Moya and Gulid's figures have turned into two small black dots, Bilfit said to himself. Unfortunately, Moya can no longer hear his brother's advice.
Chapter completed!