The "Catastrophe Fog" surrounding Xiao Qiu had never been so dense!
She had already given up on the thought of seeking help.
If she stayed any longer.
Even if not seen as a "heretic," she might implicate the kind Lord Virgil.
It's better to leave as soon as possible.
"No, thank you for your hospitality these past few days."
Aunt Ai rubbed the little head in her arms and smiled, "We won't delay you any longer, Lord Virgil, you're welcome to visit Qiaxike anytime."
Virgil's smile was a bit rigid.
"Where are they... damn it! Damn it!!"
He watched the two leave, silently drew a pistol from his priest's robe.
"Da-da-da!"
From afar, a convoy charged through the Snow Forest, the banner of the Holy Cross fluttering in the air... Virgil let out a long sigh of relief and put his pistol back into his pocket.
A torrential downpour accompanied the driver's reins, the convoy's steeds neighed, their hooves pounding desperately on the ground.
