"Yes."

"They can't."

Fang Plover replied calmly.

"But we can"

Sylvester was slightly startled and looked at him with a puzzled expression.

After Fang Yu thought for a moment, he replied in the most concise language: "Didn't Miss Sylvide say that no one will seek justice for these nameless ghosts? You are wrong, there are still people."

"Captain, you?"

The noble girl couldn't help but chuckle, but she still looked at Fang Plover with some appreciation, as if she saw the shadow of her past, simple and innocent.

She couldn't help but said in a teasing tone: "Dear captain, you are only at level five, aren't you?"

She originally wanted to say something more, but suddenly the wind started blowing in the room, and a whirlwind seemed to appear out of thin air. The pieces of paper she had thrown on the ground flew into the air, turned into fragments and dust, and disappeared.

More than just dust and pieces of paper on the ground.

The entire office was enveloped in this whirlwind, and even Siesta, who was looking for something in the pile of old papers, unexpectedly turned around.

Only Fang Plover seemed to be unaffected by the whirlwind and could stand calmly in the center of the strong wind.

Not moving at all.

He looked at Sylvide and said, "Do you remember what I said before, Miss Sylvide?"

"Because this is the last scene"

"Hostings Cathedral."

"It was once obscured by fog for thirty years, but a voice in the dark led us to this place. That's every name on this list, those innocent victims, that's their power."

"Although it is insignificant, it is not impossible to change."

"Maybe they should thank Hu Di"

"Because someone always needs to step up."

Fang Yu took a step forward and walked out of the fierce wind. He seemed a little calm, although he didn't know what the overflowing emotion in his chest was called.

But now he understands.

It's called anger.

With such calm anger, he slowly took out something from his arms and placed it on the dean's desk under Sylvester's gaze.

That's a brooch

The pitch-black badge is outlined with dark silver edges, as if it has been polished over many years and has gone through the hands of many people.

The black background is soaked with blood. After it dries, what is left is a testimony of history.

It reflects the moonlight and is slightly dark.

Then the wind stopped.

There was a sudden stop, and the pieces of paper fell down, as if there was an invisible hand grabbing them and letting them return to their original positions page by page.

The strong wind swept away every trace of dust in this old, decayed office, making it seem as new as ever, just like it had been decades ago.

It was an era when its owner was still arrogant.

The curtains were all open, and the moonlight outside the window was so bright that it looked like satin, like tassels, or like a bright stream.

The gurgling stream flows in this silent house.

The silver moon was empty, but it was only half full.

Sylvester stared at the moonlight for a moment, then hurried over to look at the latest document on her desk. She was only half-written and the ink was still wet.

She skipped the text and looked directly at the date.

Dolifen's fantasy has never changed in the past thirty years.

It was clearly fixed four days before the celebration.

The noble girl turned back and looked at Fang Plover silently.

But Fang Yu only looked at the many portraits hanging on the side wall of the office. The face of one of the girls looked slightly nervous.

It clearly made him feel somewhat familiar.

The brooch on the table seemed to be shining brightly.

Well, he thought, let himself see now what happened thirty years ago

Suddenly there was a slight noise outside the door.

A man's voice that seemed familiar to him spoke outside:

"Misu, please step aside and I'll open the door. Let me see what these guys are doing here!"

Fang Plover turned around.

I happened to see the fleeting look of surprise on Sylvester's face: "That voice is...?"

At this time, the door was opened with a bang.

There were three people standing outside the door.

He was an older knight, but he was not as weather-beaten as he was later. He had an upright and serious face, and there was no trace of confusion in his firm eyes.

As for the other person, Fang Yu had never seen him before, but he had heard his name. He couldn't help but think of Tian Lan's description of this person. He was cunning, cunning, and simply not humanoid.

But here, he is just a young man who is still young, with curly black hair, somewhat handsome, and a face as red as an apple. He stands at the back of the three people.

Fang Plover knew his name.

Rune Lincius, the president of the Black Goat Chamber of Commerce.

As for the last girl, the latter was looking in the direction of Fang Plover.
Chapter completed!