The insults of the dying Lakish did not make Velen have any special thoughts. In fact, this was not the first time that he was insulted by demons. He did not care about the thoughts of these fallen creatures. He looked at the one in front of him who was about to swallow it.

The demon who took his last breath always felt a little uneasy in his heart, and as the demon in front of him became weaker and weaker, that uneasiness was rapidly increasing.

The unfounded panic made the prophet want to escape from this place. He turned around and walked towards the Heart of Holy Light of Volos that was thrown into the dark hall. However, just as the prophet came into contact with the Heart of Holy Light

The moment before, a light cough sounded from the darkness further away.

The familiar cold breath made the embarrassed prophet suddenly raise his head, and saw Tyrion walking out of the darkness. The appearance of the high lord, Blade of Dawn, had not changed, but the strange thing was that he appeared this time.

, wearing a very gorgeous robe, even coquettishly decorated with white lace on the wrists and neckline, a straight shirt with a black bow tie, and even her hair was combed meticulously.

It looked like I was attending a dance.

This kind of dress made the prophet stunned for a moment, and the big lord holding a black gentleman's cane looked at the confusion in the prophet's eyes. He stretched out his hand to straighten his collar, with a strange smile on his cold face.

He said to the prophet:

"Well, I just watched a wonderful drama, and it is about to reach its most emotional climax. I think it's time for me to appear...and I feel that at this time, I should dress up and show up to express my feelings.

Kudos to both actors for their devotion..."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

The prophet was not in the mood to chat with the big lord at this time. He picked up the Heart of Holy Light of Volos and asked:

"What are you doing here again? You murdered Zella, you brutally killed the agent of the Holy Light... You are no longer my friend!"

"No, no, no, Velen, my friend, none of that matters!"

Tyrion glanced behind Velen at General Lakish who was about to die. His eyes narrowed and he whispered:

"I'm here for more important things! Oh, by the way, did I forget to tell you that the poor young man lying there behind you, in addition to the unpleasant name of Lakish, also has

Another name..."

"What's his name?"

"Nuri, right? Nuri Velen! He is the great prophet, Velen's son!"

"You just cruelly injured your own son and watched him die bit by bit. Look at you, Viren, what you did makes even a villain like me feel... cold-blooded!"

Tyrion patted his robe, looked calmly at the prophet whose expression changed drastically, and asked softly:
Chapter completed!