On the hills south of Muxi Town, a Holy Cross-shaped tombstone faces the bustling town and the tranquil sea.

Alfonso, having concealed himself back into his armor, knelt on one knee and placed a bouquet of pure white phoenix feather flowers before the grave. He gazed silently at the Latin inscription on the tombstone.

"Adelina Sari Wilmot, an upright, humble, and courageous lady. She faced the injustices of fate head-on without ever flinching. She sacrificed her life to awaken a knight from hatred and prejudice."

On the hilltop a few dozen meters from the tomb, at the entrance to Alfonso and his retinue's quarters, Leslie was helping Walton pack his luggage.

The boy with red markings on his forehead glanced at the short, stout man beside him, whose face was expressionless. After pondering for a long time, he finally said, "Adelina's matter isn't really the boss's fault..."

Walton didn't even turn his head: "I know."

"It was the three of us who insisted on going."

"I know."

"And you should know, Adelina is the boss..."

Walton slammed his bag down on the ground, turned to Leslie, and stared at him with wide eyes: "I know!"

Leslie sighed: "Then why did you leave?"

Walton closed his eyes, his fingers clenching into a tight fist: "I'm just tired of this life of fighting and killing..."

Watching the short, stout man shoulder his bag and walk out of the room, Leslie shouted after him, "So what are your plans for the future?"

"I want to open a winery and brew a wine that will make you forget all your worries as soon as you drink it!"

Meanwhile, in the "Come Again Tomorrow" tavern, two elderly men dressed in casual clothes sat at the innermost table, drinking ale and eating snacks, completely at ease.

“All the other nobles have left one after another; you are the last one.”

Cumberland grabbed a piece of jerky, popped it into his mouth, and started chewing loudly enough for the guests at the next table to hear clearly.

Earl Emerson frowned at the other man, twitched his mustache, and said in a completely indifferent tone, "It's not easy to get out of the capital, wouldn't it be a waste not to take a few days off?"

Cumberland swallowed his food, took another swig of ale, leaned forward slightly, and said to Emerson, "The kingdom is doomed. You might as well not go back."

Earl Emerson was taken aback, then laughed: "You really will never learn the art of 'subtlety'."

The old knight glanced at him: "We're both over a hundred years old combined. Are we wasting our time on 'restraint' and leaving the important matters in our coffins?!"

Emerson didn't continue the topic, but smiled and said, "I have a question for you: what is your opinion of the Grand Master of the Twilight Knights?"

Upon hearing this question, Cumberland put down his beer, his expression turning serious for the first time. After thinking for a while, he said, "I don't understand."

Emerson was somewhat surprised: "You don't understand?"

The old knight nodded: "Regarding the Grand Master, I specifically had someone thoroughly research all his deeds. His extensive knowledge, eloquence, and expertise in alchemy can perhaps be explained by talent. But there are many things I don't understand. He was able to build a nearly invincible army, he was able to develop Twilight Town from scratch single-handedly, and he was able to accept any race or individual rejected by the mortal world. Yet his heart was so pure, without any dirty desires. All of this is somewhat similar to the one in the 'Bible'..."

Upon hearing this, Emerson muttered to himself, "The Holy Son..."

The old knight continued, “Some time ago, a nobleman protested to the Grand Master about the food rations. The only reply he received was, ‘Muxi Town is the land under the Father’s rule; here, there is only faith, no class.’ Now that I think about it carefully, he truly lived by that principle. Serfs, artisans, outsiders, heretical scholars—whoever they were, whatever their status, as long as they held a devout heart towards the Father, he was willing to open his heart to them. Doesn’t this further illustrate his special status…”

"The Holy Son has returned!"

Someone shouted loudly outside the tavern.

Todd, Rachel, and Hudgens, carrying the "Railgun Girl" Cosette they found in the cave, rode their horses through the town's streets back to the Knights' headquarters.

Before the weary commander-in-chief could even take a sip of water, a cultivator named Qiao, sporting dark circles under his eyes, blocked his way at the gate.

“Sir, I’m currently working on my will.” The monk stared at Todd with an unfriendly expression.

Todd paused for a moment, then quickly asked, "A will? Are you sick?"

"I'm about to die from exhaustion!" the monk exclaimed, pointing to his dark circles under his eyes. "Thirty-six hours! A full thirty-six hours! I haven't closed my eyes for a full thirty-six hours!!!"

While gesturing for Rachel and Hudgens to take Cosette, who was completely wrapped in black cloth, ahead, Todd looked at the monk and asked, "Is there that much work?"

Hearing Todd ask such a question, Joe seemed greatly stimulated. He took a deep breath, slammed the documents in his hand, and quickly recounted his work, one item at a time: "First, let's talk about the planning and construction of Muxi Town! Such a large area of ​​the commercial district was burned down, shouldn't it be rebuilt?! With so many new people joining Muxi Town, shouldn't the planning scope be expanded?! And there are also industrial zones, livestock zones, agricultural zones, public construction projects, and so on!"

Todd was completely bewildered and stared blankly into space.

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