The scene was in chaos. The sudden strong wind disrupted all the arrangements, and the flowers and cloths that had been prepared were swept into the sky. The stumbling villagers were piled on top of each other, and the mage's soft boots stepped on them, leaving a trail of muddy footprints. The scene was filled with voices of " Oh , oh, oh!"

Lambert looked at Vincent running over and was overjoyed. He greeted loudly: "Madam, madam! Wake up, look who's back!" Newton rubbed his eyes, as if he didn't believe what he saw. The dwarf's beard standing next to the ritual priest was trembling with excitement, but the sound of the spell sounded in his ears at this time.

Newton looked up and saw the priest who was about to cast a spell, and kicked him hard on the knee. The Greafury priest was wrapped in his white cloak and rolled into the dirt, falling in front of everyone. The dwarf clapped his hands: "I have wanted to do this for a long time! This long-winded guy keeps saying that Vincent is dead, and I have long been disgusted with it!"

The mage passed through the crowd like a whistling wind and held his mother's weak body. Tears welled up in his eyes, and his trembling voice could only speak intermittently: "Lambert, what...what should I do?"

It was the first time Lambert saw the panicked mage, and the first time he saw Vincent confused. He quickly put his hand on Vincent's mother's forehead and gently called on the power of the light god Greafury : "Great sun god, praise Greafury , may you grant me miracles and heal the patients in my hands..." The white light followed Her forehead entered the weak body. Vincent's mother's eyelids and lips trembled. It looked like nothing was wrong.

"Your mother still needs to recuperate, let her sleep quietly and she will recover." Lambert put her in her son's arms: "Now it is better to find a cool place to settle down, and we will talk about other things later. "

But things did not go as expected. Seeing their priests being attacked, the knights immediately aimed their spears at the dwarf Newton and Vincent who suddenly broke in. Soon, they formed an encircling formation. As long as anyone dared to move, hard weapons would attack from all directions.

At this time, Vincent had forgotten all precise thinking. Anything that dared to stand in front of him was classified as an enemy. His eyes became pitch black, and his pupils rotated like whirlpools; the airflow around his body continued to accelerate, and a silver ball of light appeared above his head.

Shelley took off her blindfold. The mage's sudden departure made her a little nervous and panicked. The dark elves who had gone on adventures to the Temple of Severed Limbs with Vincent naturally knew that the silver ball of light represented all-out combat. She drew out her rapier, a pair of purple pupils scanning continuously. With the dark elf's innate intuition, those neatly dressed iron jars were the most distasteful to her.

"Wait!" Lambert saw that the situation was not good and stood between Vincent and the Paladin : "Who are you people pointing your weapons at? He is Vincent, the mage who helped our Holy Greafury defend Moon Harbor City! Do you want us to be great? Is God being insulted?" He pointed to the knight's badge on his chest: "I swear by the great Greafury , what I said is the truth. Now, I will take my friend and his poor mother to cultivate and listen to me. Order, get out of the way immediately!"

The knights all put away their spears and made way for a passage. Vincent looked at the group of people and used flying skills to take his mother to the sky.

Newton patted Lambert on the back and whispered: "It seems that this funeral made our Vincent very angry. He didn't even accept anyone's favor at all, which is very rare."

Lambert looked at the dwarf and muttered in his mind: "If you hadn't kicked the Bishop over, how could it have become so troublesome?" However, he looked at the mage flying away and said: "I know where they will go, hurry up. follow me."

Hardy was far away and didn't hear clearly what was said. But when he saw the knights put away their guns, he felt a little regretful: "It's a pity that I can't fight these knights!" In his mind, such a scene was just a piece of cake for Vincent, and there was no need to worry at all. The mage will be injured, and the only important thing is whether he can stretch himself in this battle.

A knight and a dwarf came running, and they saw Littlefinger Phelps. The dwarf lifted the halfling up in one fell swoop, cheering with joy. It seems that these two people will be friends instead of standing against Vincent. Everyone put away their weapons, and Shelley asked: "Male, where is the mage Vincent? Why don't you follow him quickly?"

Weiss Vincent looked at her strangely, that kind of poor common language was very strange. However, he still pointed in one direction: "If I guess correctly, Vincent should have returned to his home."

In that old hotel, the Master gently put his mother on the bed and tucked her into bed. A wooden chair automatically floated behind him for the mage to sit on.

This is a small house facing south, where Vincent lived as a child. In the corner of the room, the clothes he wore when he was a child were hung on the wall, still neat and spotless; the two large beds had long been patched, and they would make creaking sounds when they were shaken lightly; three chairs surrounded the There was a wooden table, with wooden blocks under one of the table legs as usual - otherwise, even a bowl of soup wouldn't be stable on it. The only lively part of this room are the few pots of flowers placed on the window. Whether their position or variety, they are exactly the same as Vincent remembered.

After many years, not much has changed here, and all the furnishings remain the same. Vincent stroked the wooden frame beside the bed. The smooth surface had become darkened and rotted by the passage of time. The mage looked at his mother, looking at the wrinkles on her face and counting the silver threads on her temples, speechless.

The decoration here remains the same, but the people have long since changed.

There was a sound of footsteps downstairs, like metal tapping on the wooden floor. Vincent picked up the staff, gently pushed open the door, and flew down the stairs. At this time, Lambert happened to arrive here with his companions, and met Vincent with a murderous look on his face.

"Vincent, how is Auntie?" Lambert asked hurriedly.

The mage then put away his staff and stopped everyone from going upstairs: "My mother is resting up there, so don't go up there. Just talk here." He waved his hand, and the chairs in the hotel lobby flew up one by one. Stopped right in front of everyone.

Since they were indoors, Vincent didn't cover Shelley's eyes anymore. The female drow quickly came to the mage's side, moved a chair and sat down together.

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"What the hell is going on?" Vincent asked, "How did you know I lived here? And why did you come here specifically to hold a funeral?"

Lambert and Newton looked at each other, and it was the knight who explained everything here: "We lost news about you after the fall of Moon Harbor City. According to the Mond Knight, you had a fight with the Archmage at the Lord's Mansion. It was later buried by the explosion. We entered there secretly, but we didn't find your body."

Newton said dissatisfiedly : "So, those priests who talk about "the sun is long" and "the sun is short" all day long think you are dead. What a bunch of fools."

Lambert gently tugged on Newton's beard: "Didn't I tell you? Now we must unite and abandon those stereotypes. Why don't you still pay attention to your words?"

Newton shook his head and his beard swayed accordingly: "I'm just telling the truth...forget it, I didn't say anything. It's really troublesome to do this!"

Lambert also understands that Newton's temper will never change for a while. He continued: "The high priests of Holy Greafury thought it was necessary to find your whereabouts. We went to the Mage Association, and we learned about your family situation there. When we regained Moon Harbor City, we still didn't have your whereabouts. News. So my immediate boss decided to come to your hometown to hold the funeral."

Lambert smiled bitterly: "I told them many times that Vincent you would not die so easily. But they didn't quite believe it. It seems that this has caused a lot of trouble to your mother, and I apologize to you. "

"It doesn't have to be like this." Vincent waved his hand: "This matter has nothing to do with you." The mage thought for a while and suddenly asked: "Is the war situation of Holy Greafury very tight now? You are not as prosperous as you say on the surface, right?"

"What do you do!" Lambert realized that his voice was a bit loud and quickly lowered his voice: "How do you know? Have you always been in Greafury 's territory?"

"No, I have been in the Underdark." Vincent touched his nose and said: "Holding a funeral for a mage like me and publicizing it with great fanfare must have a special purpose. First of all, I am a Fenton person, so doing so will undoubtedly Improving the image of Holy Greafury among the people of Fenton will probably bring great convenience to the alliance or assistance between the two countries. In addition, I am also a mage. I will vigorously publicize this long-distance funeral, which can make the Mage Association I have some favorable impressions of Holy Greafury . Therefore, Holy Greafury has reached the point where it needs foreign aid. It seems that this battle will continue for a long time."

"Yes, we didn't expect to be in this situation." Lambert said: "After Moon Harbor City, a large number of orcs took advantage of the situation. They were very successful when they robbed last year's food. So, what was originally going to be The number of orcs, which had been greatly reduced in winter, has also remained at a high level. Our cavalry and warriors are somewhat stretched, and there are too many hateful orcs. Now we are only maintaining an unbeaten streak and entering a stalemate. However, our soldiers cannot withstand the exhaustion for too long."

Everyone fell into deep thought after listening to Lambert's words. If the Holy Greafury in the north is overrun by orcs , or if they stay in that land for too long, several countries bordering the Holy Greafury will suffer disaster. The orcs are not good at anything else, but when it comes to reproduction, they are far above other races. The larger the area they occupy, the more serious damage they can cause.

"It seems that I was resurrected at the wrong time." Vincent smiled self-deprecatingly: "Now, the plans of Greafury 's gang are completely messed up."

The door of the hotel was pushed open, and the priest walked in alone. He came to Vincent and looked him up and down. Shelley put her hand on the hilt of the sword, and she stared at this guy's neck with the same eyes.

"Are you Vincent, Vincent von Dechilan?" the priest said: "My name is Kubert, and I am a bishop of the Greafury Temple. The key question now is whether you are the mage Vincent."

Vincent looked at this middle-aged man. His resolute brows were filled with anxiety, and his plump lips looked like they had been "trained for a long time." They were indeed the most important "magic tools" used to host various ceremonies.

"If you think I am Vincent, then I am." The mage smiled: "And vice versa."

Kubert fell into his chair. He looked into Vincent's confident eyes and shook his head: "To be honest, I don't know whether I should hug you or hit you hard now. It's really messed up now."

The mage "hummed". I thought to myself: Will you be happy only if I die?

"It seems that my life will cause you a lot of trouble. For this, I sincerely apologize to you." The Master stood up and gave a half-bow to Bishop Kubert .

"It's broken!" Lambert couldn't help but feel nervous when he saw the mage's actions. Vincent is usually not a warm person. The more polite he is to a person, the more alienated he feels that person is. If a mage bows to someone, it means that he no longer has a good impression of that person.

"However!" The mage's tone changed as expected: "You actually announced my identity at will, publicized it with great fanfare, and announced my death without confirmation. In the end, my mother was harmed." Power Method The stick struck the ground hard: " How should this account be settled?"

There were footsteps on the stairs, and Vincent's mother walked down tremblingly . She held the stairs with both hands to support her weak body: "Vincent, is it really you? I seem to hear your voice..."

Vincent hurriedly ran to the bottom of the stairs and supported his mother, fearing that she would lose her balance and fall. He said softly: "Mom, it's me."

"Why do you want to be a mage!" Vincent's mother looked at her son's face and suddenly slapped him. The thin lady didn't have much strength, and the slap didn't even leave a red mark.

Shelley refrained from drawing her weapon. In her heart, a mage who could take her out of the Underdark must not receive such treatment. The only thing keeping her from standing up from the chair was Hardy's palm. The warrior noticed something strange about the female drow and directly held her down.

After the mage's mother slapped him, she gently stroked Vincent's face. With trembling hands, he carefully brushed his son's eyes, nose and mouth, staring at Vincent's face with tearful eyes. She murmured: "But, son, it's good to be alive, it's good to be alive."

"Mom, you'd better rest first. Since I'm back, you don't have to worry anymore." Vincent held his mother's hand, but he was upset in his heart: the powerful source of magic can instantly replenish energy for things like powerful staffs. , but it cannot cure a weak body. As a mage, he was already much more powerful than others, but he couldn't even take care of his mother's body.

"Okay, son, I listen to you." Vincent's mother said with a smile: "I'm going back to rest so I can take a closer look at my son." She repeated this sentence over and over again. With the help of the mage, he walked upstairs.

"I can treat other people's injuries! I'm going to see Brother Black Robe's mother!" Soka flaunted his little fleshy palm and jumped up.

"I am a bishop, so I should do this kind of thing." Pastor Kubert said. However, his progress was stopped by Lambert.

Lambert said: "Your Majesty Bishop, now is not the time for you and Vincent to meet again. I have said a long time ago that even if a funeral is held for him, the identity of the mage cannot be disclosed, but it is a pity that you did not listen. "

Shelley put her legs between the bishop and the steps upstairs: "Male, if you take one more step forward, I will show you how awesome you are!"

"What a mess this is!" Kubert was angry: "I'd better go back to the inn first. Lambert, if you have anything, report to me immediately!" After saying that, the bishop left with the paladins outside the house.

"Finally gone!" Newton watched Kubert leave and rubbed his palms: "Now I can speak freely. You guys..." Newton pointed to those who came out of the underground world: "You all what's your name?"

Phelps was naturally the best introducer, and he introduced each other to everyone on both sides. However, he concealed the fact that Shelley was a dark elf. In the surface world, some names are better left unsaid.

"I don't know how this incident will end." Hardy looked upstairs and then out the window: "If those nasty cans come again , I will open them all one by one!"

Newton found a man who had the same idea as him, and his mouth hidden under his beard was grinning happily. Only Lambert felt that the title "Jar" was a bit awkward - after all, he was also a member of the Greafury Paladins.

"By the way, Lambert." Mark the dwarf whispered: "Why can't Vincent's mage identity be disclosed casually? Isn't this a good thing?"