Observe his actions, not his heart.

——The Canon of Justice and Judgment

Lan Valley City,

Frederick, who led the Sixth Brigade's pro-war faction, and Heli, who led the passive faction, were saying goodbye.

"You'd better be smart when you get to Naerliang, Chief of Staff, and don't lead these guys into the ditch."

He Li was not at all restrained by her identity as the Chief of Staff of Frederick's Privy Council. She patted his breastplate and laughed.

"Don't worry, I just want them to complete their obsession and return to their hearts. They will be back soon. Be careful on the road and protect the queen and her unborn child."

He Li nodded seriously and said, "Glory is the proof."

The Sixth Brigade camp was full of soldiers packing up their things. Soldiers who did not want to go to the battlefield had already been sent on board the ship, and only those who were left were brave enough to fight.

Although Hans and other passive factions did not want to fight for Zilan Island, they walked all the way from the Lan River defense line to Lan Valley City in order to implement Xia Lan's will. Now that they can finally leave, they are naturally packing up happily. Weissman and other people who want to fight look at them silently.

"You guys are just going to Naerliang to join in the fun. You might as well go to White Wave Island with us."

Hans said to Weissman who was leaning against the door.

"A man should have a beginning and an end."

Weisman folded his arms and left. When he arrived at the Storm Knights' base, he shouted to Aceris, who was packing his things: "Aceris, they all say you're very powerful. I want to fight you."

"Who the hell are you?"

As soon as Weisman finished shouting, he was sandwiched between two big men. One of the minotaurs picked him up and threw him out before he could resist.

"The newbies nowadays are so ignorant. Don't they know that Master Soto of the Storm Knights is the most powerful one?"

The Minotaur looked dissatisfied and angrily kicked Weisman, who had just gotten up, down.

"I only know that you're very powerful down there, but as for your strength..."

Chekhov shook his head in disappointment and said nothing more.

The two were arguing when suddenly a group of people came in. Jon Zilaner brought the unconscious Ash Midor to the Sixth Brigade's headquarters.

"We are heading north to Zichuan City. You should take him back to Hanyue Island."

Frederick and Heli looked at each other, not knowing what had happened. Finally, Frederick nodded.

"What if he wakes up halfway?"

"He won't wake up until a month later. Just give him one of these every day."

Jon Zilaner tossed the ceramic bottle containing the pills to Frederick, took a last look at Ash Middall, and rode away.

“Tell him that I am only bringing an end to everything. If I succeed, he can come back and crown me. If I fail, he doesn’t have to avenge me.

I placed a page of destiny in Zi Xi's hands as a reward for taking care of him.

The fact that Hanyue Island is Zixi's dowry will not change. From now on, this person will only be Xialan Augulus's subject. He will always be loyal to your Mohailong Banner, forever..."

Looking at the departing figure, Frederick was silent for a long time and said, "Let's go too."

All the Wang Yi troops in the coalition army headed north, and some of them also left the coalition army.

"What should we do?"

Gray Mist asked Casio beside him.

"Let's finish watching the fun before we leave. That guy took the money but hasn't delivered the goods yet."

The remaining coalition forces seemed to be unaffected and accelerated towards the Abyss Base Camp Nairliang.

…

As the sun set, Xia Lan finished her research for the day and went outside to stretch her body.

He had also participated in the sea route plan in Windfall Castle for a period of time, but it was never this tiring. The other party treated him like an animal.

When he got outside, he noticed Zhengzhen sitting on the grass on the hillside, staring at the sunset, with two goats quietly eating grass beside her.

"No dinner?"

Zhen did not respond to Xia Lan's question. Her violet eyes looked longingly at the mountain village where she grew up.

"You'd better tell me where the food is, and I'll do it myself."

Xia Lan, without any self-awareness, slowly approached and carefully poked Zhen, who was hugging her knees and admiring the evening scenery.

"I'll go get ready."

Zhen finally responded. She took a last look at the setting sun sinking into the mountains and touched the docile goat beside her.

puff!

A stream of fighting spirit shot out from her fingers and penetrated the head of the goat she touched. The goat trusted Zhen very much and did not know what happened when it died, and slowly fell to the ground.

Xia Lan was stunned for a moment, then touched her chin and wondered whether to eat roasted whole lamb or hot pot lamb tonight.

puff!

The other one was also killed by Zhen. Just when Xia Lan was thinking that two sheep and three people might not be enough to eat them all, Zhen used a fireball spell to burn both sheep.

"Hey, that's not how you roast a whole lamb."

When Xia Lan wanted to put out the fire, Zhen stopped her and said slowly:

"I have thirty-four sheep, all born from the three ewes my mother left behind. Instead of selling them for slaughter, I raised them and sheared their wool to sell for money.

Goat wool is not worth much. When I was a child, I often didn't have enough to eat. Fortunately, I had goat milk so I didn't go hungry. When the flock expanded and the wool I sheared increased, I no longer had to compete with the lambs for milk.

I grew up with them, they are my playmates and my family."

Zhen seemed to be confiding in Xia Lan, or speaking to the burning sheep. Her voice was light, yet it revealed an unspeakable sadness.

"When the cult invaded, I handed them over to Uncle Sam at the foot of the mountain, and took up my sword to defend Zilaner Island.

But after a battle, I met them on the battlefield. Unfortunately, there were only two left.

I don't know how they found me, they were already covered in wounds when I saw them, but they still came up to me and licked my hand affectionately."

Xia Lan listened to her story quietly, and after a long silence, she said, "You will come back."

"But is that still me?"

Zhen asked absentmindedly, placing her hand on the blazing flame.

"The wind will tell you..."

The two of them just looked at the flames quietly, no one saying a word, until the flames went out.

"The ritual is a betrayal, but the wind tells the world that He is just her...

Because He doesn't care, He is just her, but I care.

You must have read those pages of the "Storm Canon," Xia Lan, what did the God of Zhen say in the end?

The moon at night was reflected on Zhen's cheek, and her beautiful eyes were quietly gazing at Xia Lan.

"I came from the wind, and it is the wind that the believers pray to. Go and gaze at the wind. The wind does not care. If the wind blows through your hair, it is the wind's response. My name is Laiadinas, and the heartache is mine, not the wind's..."