The wind blew the curtains hanging by the window, making a tiny sound. Nanting opened his mouth, trying to say something, but was afraid of interrupting Melville's movements and causing a bad backlash.

The blond saint kneeled in the moonlight shining from the pointed arched window. On her pale and thin spine, the golden holy marks became more and more dazzling. The golden blood flowed down from behind and fell on the carved floor tiles, slowly outlining the shape of the Holy Emblem of Light, as if some mysterious sacrifice was being performed.

"What should I do now?" Nanting asked the Dark God in his heart, "If something happens to the saint, the God of Light will be resurrected. You don't want to see such a result, right?"

After a while, the voice of the Dark God rang lazily: "It seems that the seal is loose."

"Seal?" Nanting was puzzled.

"Did you notice the holy marks on His back?" The voice of the Dark God was ethereal and distant, "that is the seal."

"After driving me who was seriously injured and sleepy, He inherited the power of the will of the world and crowned him as the supreme God of this world. But having power must pay a price and bear the curse of fate."

Nanting was slightly stunned.

She probably understood the meaning of the Dark God.

In other words, if this world is a book, then the God of Light, which represents the will of the world, must maintain the plot progress, and even seal its own memory, and ensure that the story will not be unable to operate because of the lack of the "Saint of Light".

And now... why does the seal loosen?

"The reason is not important." The Dark God spoke casually, "What we have to do is to prevent the seal from continuing to loosen."

Nanting: I think you don’t know the reason.

"What should I do?" she asked anxiously.

"Blow Him out first." The Dark God thoughtfully added, "You can use the mop in the corner of the wall on the right."

Nanting's ear tip twitched gently uncontrollably.

"Are you serious? In this way, will you not destroy the ritual and beat the God of Light stupid?"

The God of Darkness replied leisurely: "Or you can sit idly and wait until He awakens his memory and remembers that he had had close contact with you..." After speaking, Fanes's speed of speech was obviously much faster, as if he was gritting his teeth.

Nanting quickly interrupted the Dark God's words: "Battle! Crown, I will give Him a mop now!"

After saying that, she picked up the mop in the corner of the room and knocked on the back of Melville's head.

Like a pale butterfly falling, the saint fell weakly, and the holy marks on his back gradually dimmed.

Nanting quickly pulled off a curtain to cover His pale and naked back.

However--

When the curtains fell, she met a pair of ice-blue eyes through the gorgeous pointed pane.

The master of the eyes was wearing the Templar armor, holding a standard sword, and his fine blonde hair was gently raised in the night wind, and his facial features were elegant and handsome.

It was the Knight Ethan who patrolled near the Sky Garden.

It's over.

Nanting thought.

Just as he was about to hide the saint and run away, the knight had already broken into the window, and drew his sword out of the sheath in a cold and neat way, pressing the tip of the sword against her neck.

"I saw you attack the Saint," Ethan narrowed his cold eyes, "Please come with me."

Nanting is not worried about falling into the courtroom at this moment, because the Dark God always has a way to fish her out. Now she only cares about Melville's situation-

"What you are going to do now, wouldn't you send His Highness the Saint to treatment first?" she questioned, staring at Ethanna's too cold eyes.

"If Your Highness dies so easily, it means that the gods do not protect her, and she is not worthy of being called our saint." The Templar's voice was hoarse and his eyes were gloomy. "The most urgent task now is to imprison you and avoid leaving you alone here, causing further harm to Your Highness."

Nanting was almost angry at Ethan's misconception and laughed: "Is it more important to you in your eyes than His Highness the Saint?"

The tall and handsome knight lowered his head slightly and cages Nanting in the shadow of the moonlight. His deep face was also immersed in the darkness, only the pair of cold glacier-like eyes emitting a faint light.

"——Of course," Ethan's smile showed a bit of terrifying in the shadows, "I'm not finished with you."

"Why are you so revenge?" For the sake of Melville, Nanting decided to temporarily put aside his past grudges, "Okay, I apologize to you, can you send her for treatment immediately?"

Ethan snorted lightly and grabbed Nanting's wrist with his big hand: "You must follow me today. My companion is nearby and has already informed the priest who can heal the divine arts."

Nanting was relieved when she heard that the priest would come.

"I will leave myself, you let go of my hand."

Ethan glanced at the silver-haired girl: "Then you go ahead."

Nanting snorted, shook Ethan's hand and walked forward along the garden path.

The golden iris and calendula blooming during the day have been closed at this time, leaving only the lush green leaves. The garden in the night is quiet and beautiful, with vines wrapped around the marble flower stands, and the street lights with constant magic arrays emit a soft halo in the night fog.

Although she was calculating the possibility of counter-killing Ethan in her mind, Nanting did not intend to take action. As long as the Saint of Light could wake up, her safety should not be a problem.

Soon, a fork appeared in front of him, two long pure white bridges spanning the void, connecting different buildings, and below was dark and deep mist.

——In a sense, it is a good place to deal with corpses/body.

Nanting resisted her desire to take action. If she did not show the power of the dark system, she might not be Ethan's opponent, and what she cannot expose the most now is the identity of a dark believer. What's more, if she really wants to kill someone, she can't pass the psychological level unless the other party wants her life.

But it is okay to cause some trouble for the Knights.

Nanting looked back with a gentle smile on his lips: "King, where are we going next?"

Ethan stared vigilantly at the silver-haired girl with dark elf blood in front of her.

The moonlight shone on her cheeks and ears, and her green eyes were clear. The silver hair at her waist was not as "filthy and ominous" as the nobles thought, but instead had an angel-like pure and flawless beauty.

He was deceived twice by her with this face, and he was deeply hurt.

The knight snorted coldly, untied the white silk tie on the cloak, and blinded the girl's eyes without any pity. The latter had a cold smile on his face, but he did not resist.

Ethan held the pure white cloak in his hand and handed the other end to Nanting:

"You don't need to know where you want to go, just follow me."

Nanting: "…The location of the dungeon is not a secret, right?"

"I said, how long will it take to go?"

"As a frequent patrol Knight, you won't be lost, right?"

"Ah, of course I didn't laugh at you. After all, the Holy City is a three-dimensional city and its structure is very complicated..."

"Isn't the dungeon at the bottom? How do you go up?"

Ethan couldn't bear it anymore: "As a prisoner, can you say less?"

Nanting immediately pulled his cloak and stopped walking forward: "There is no need for prisoners to go astray. Besides, the temple has not convicted me yet, so I can only be considered a suspect."

"I have witnessed your crime." Esan stared at the silver-haired girl's cheeks. As her eyes were covered by ribbons, the lines of her lower half of her face showed a kind of quiet and obedient beauty, making it difficult for him to look away.

Nanting kicked Ethan: "Can you still leave?"

Ethan endured silently, "Participation" was one of the virtues of the knight.

Although he wanted to tie her up and let her experience the torture he had experienced. However, according to the teachings of the saint, he had no right to attack the prisoner before conviction, and at this moment he could only stare at her with his moonlight ice-blue eyes.

"I have the final say whether to leave or not." The Knight's voice was quiet and hoarse.

Nanting was indifferent to Ethan's threat: "If you stayed on the road for too long and caused the prisoners to run away, can you afford such a dereliction of duty?"

Although her eyes were not covered, Nanting could hear the slightly rapid breathing of the knight. She chuckled and added:

"If you are stimulated by you, the prisoner can't think about it for a moment and go to assassinate the big man in the Holy City, can you afford such a crime?"

Ethan lowered his head slightly, and his dark golden hair casts a shadow in his long and narrow eyes.

"Do you know?" He narrowed his blue eyes, "You can be convicted by this sentence alone."

"There are only two of us here." Nanting said indifferently, "Who will believe such blasphemy words if you say them?"

"You are the dark elf." Ethan's tone was stained with a hint of disgust. "No one would doubt you could say such words."

"Okay, then see you in the court." Nanting shrugged, "Hurry up and lock me in the dungeon, I don't want to see you at all."

Ethan's breathing stagnated.

Staring at the girl's long hair that was brighter than the moonlight, he actually had an idea in his heart that was contrary to the virtue of "honest" by the Templar - to protect her, release her, and not to make her unhappy.

But he shook his head absurdly, dispelling this unrealistic idea.

Neither of them spoke before Nanting was locked in the dungeon.

The shackles made a crisp sound, clasping the girl's slender and tender wrists. The knight half-kneeled in front of her then stood up and said coldly:

"Do you want to prepare something for you?"

"It's not that I want to go on the road," Nanting sneered, "I can't use it."

Ethan choked and silently closed the prison door, the sound of footsteps getting farther and farther away in the dark dripping walkway.

Nanting sighed quietly: "This guy didn't help me take off the blindfolded cloth strips, it's really annoying."

"Similar." The voice of the Dark God came over from the shadows.

"So you are here." Nanting leaned on the haystack on the edge of the cell with some depression, "Can you chat with me tonight?"

But there was no response from the god in my mind.

Nanting pursed her lips.
To be continued...