Chapter 439 Heatherine, corrupted by her parents

"Wenger, what brings you to Madeira?"

Heather looked at Wenger in front of her and gave up her plan to teach him a lesson. After all, they had worked together in the inner palace for so many years and had some relationship.

"Heatherine, I really didn't expect you to be cultivating in such a far place. If it's because of Elisa, I apologize to you on her behalf!"

When Wenger met Heather, he was visibly embarrassed. The new saintess was his niece. Although Heather had demonstrated her great strength and then stepped down to become an elder, seeing her hiding in such a far place, Wenger believed that Heather still harbored some resentment towards the temple.

“Wenger, if I didn’t want Elisa to succeed as the Holy Maiden, I wouldn’t have helped her comprehend the mysteries of light, so you don’t need to worry about it. I chose this place to cultivate myself, and it has nothing to do with anyone else!”

Heather understood Wenger's unease. When they wanted to promote Elisa to the position, they didn't consider her feelings at all. After she made a strong scene at the council of elders, they were filled with regret and were afraid that she would retaliate against them.

Heatherine had no intention of taking revenge on them. She was too lazy to bother with these people who always liked to play power games. She would rather spend that time playing with her son!

"Wenger, has something happened at the Temple that made you come all this way to find me?"

"...Heatherine, I returned from the eastern coast of the Black Sea. After meeting the Grand Elder at the Temple Mount, he sent me to find you..."

After leaving Tbilisi, Wenger encountered the hunting party that Henkel had described—a mix of Rakshasa cavalry and elite orc warriors—and witnessed firsthand the "immortal" Rakshasa.

Wenger was a renowned expert in the temple, and his eyesight and perception were far superior to those of the great knight Henkel. He quickly figured out the true nature of these "undying" Rakshasa.

These Rakshasa people were shrouded in an eerie aura of death. They were devoid of any life force, just like the dead, yet they possessed a clear consciousness, and their bodies were indeed incredibly powerful.

Wenger's strength was among the best of the knights. He put in some effort to dismember the Russian and successfully killed the Russian officer.

Wenger examined the corpses carefully and found that their heads were still very similar to those of humans, but there was no human blood in their bodies, only gray smoke moving back and forth between the bones and muscle tissue.

After several experiments, Wenger finally confirmed that it was this gray smoke that supported the body's powerful combat strength and gave it great resistance to ordinary physical attacks. However, if his tough neck were cut off, they would also die.

Wenger returned to the Temple Mount in Rome and told Elder Asif everything he had seen and heard. He was then sent to Madeira to find Heatherine.

"Did the Grand Elder tell you what task the Temple has assigned me? Paige, Sophie, and Harris are all believers in the Light. Don't they even know how to cast the Holy Light?"

"...No, the Grand Elder just wrote you a letter!" Wenger quickly took out Asif's letter when he heard Heather's unfriendly tone.

Heather tore open Ashiff's letter with a "hiss," expressing her dissatisfaction. The Roman Temple still had three Saint-level experts, each of whom was powerful and had many henchmen. Why couldn't they go to the battlefield?

Ashif's letter was long, mostly like an old man nagging and complaining to a young man. He complained that he had used all his sweet talk to persuade Sophie to go to Tbilisi against her will, and that Harris and Page had gone on a secret mission three months ago, leaving him alone on the Temple Mount to look after things.

The long letter didn't ask Heather to do anything, but it vividly presented an old man who was nearing the end of his life to her. He may have had his flaws, and he couldn't make selfless sacrifices, but he had indeed devoted his whole life to the Temple.

"Go back and tell the Grand Elder that I will go and do my best to help them, but I will not meet with them, so that they won't dump all the responsibility on me!"

After irritatedly telling Wenger her story, Heatherine left on her own, leaving Wenger alone there feeling ashamed.

When Wenger first heard in Tbilisi that the enemy was very powerful, he had considered retreating. Now, facing the fearless Heatherine, how could he not feel ashamed?

"Son, are you staying with Aunt Leif, or coming to the battlefield with me?"

Heather's youngest son snuggled into her arms, looking for his lunch.

"Alright! It seems you're willing to stay with me. Let's go for a walk, and if we run into Arthas, we'll run away! Okay?"

Wenger thought Heather was still the saint who was willing to fight to the death for the temple, but in fact she had long been corrupted by someone and had tasted the good things in life. How could she be foolish again?

Heatherine has changed. In her heart, there is only room for her son and a certain bad guy who often appears in her dreams. As for the safety of the temple... it is nothing compared to her family.

While Heatherine was talking to her son, Arthas, the former prince of the Rakshasa Kingdom and now the Rakshasa Emperor, appeared in the city of Rai.

The city of Rai had clearly been repaired, concealing the traces of the crimes left after the city's fall a few days earlier, because His Majesty Arthas had said, "To conquer a nation, both strong military power and a benevolent heart are indispensable."

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