Chapter 212: Old Lover, Valhalla, Dance for the Dead

The church square was reduced to ruins.

The mysterious-looking Apostle with his wings is located on the distant Brocken Mountain. From a distance, he is just a blurry black shadow, but the huge full moon behind him occupies the entire night sky, as if the moon is the open eyes of God.

The moon in this world is not the moon that Yeats is familiar with, the moon that symbolizes longing, relatives and friends, and tenderness, but the moon that represents absurdity, mystery, and madness.

Under the moonlight, werewolves howled, witches danced, and the silver moon caused tides in the earth and blood, making people panic, restless, and breathless.

The gaze beams shot out from the eyes of the Evil Eye Apostle were like precision-guided missiles. With the help of the True Vision Field, they struck Ye Zhi and his party from a distance on the mountain peak. The distance was beyond the limit of Candela's spellcasting. If he wanted to fight back, he had to withstand the firepower and advance towards the Brocken Peak little by little.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Kendra released the arcane barrier with one hand, and leaned on the oak cane with the other hand, his face solemn, his white beard flying. He took advantage of the gap between the apostles casting spells and kept moving closer to the mountain. However, just to withstand the basic attacks from the Sanctuary level, even if he had the title of "the first wizard under the Sanctuary", he had already exhausted all his strength at this moment.

It is impossible to imagine what kind of devastating scene it would be when the Evil Eye Apostle truly casts a sanctuary-level spell. By then, Kendra thought to himself that he would die here.

However, he had no choice...Kandela's eyes were deep...If he hesitated because of fear, then he, who was dull in talent, would never be able to inherit the mantle of "Watcher" and become the strongest wizard in the Midgard continent.

That dates back to decades ago, when Kendra was seriously injured and on the verge of death while hunting a lich. In order to save him, Cersei brought him to the "Tower of the Watcher".

The Watcher is the supreme wizard of mankind who, according to the oracle of the magic goddess Minerva, protects the Midgard continent from invasion by other planes. The legendary wizard Merlin also has the identity of a Watcher.

In the Watcher's Tower, the wisdom of magic from successive Watchers is preserved. This wisdom has been preserved in the Mage Tower in the form of projections for hundreds of years. In theory, any mage is qualified to accept the test of these projections, and as long as they can pass, they can inherit the identity and power of the Watcher.

Circe learned about the "Tower of the Watchers" from the decree of the High Priest of the Witch Society. It turns out that many years ago, in the Age of Gods before the birth of the Demon Network, the "Watchers" already existed. At that time, the Watchers did not obey Minerva's orders, and witches and wizards were collectively called "wizards."

The Tower of the Watcher is located in the endless forest on the border between the Elf Kingdom and the Roland Kingdom. It is a no-man's land and the Mage Guild has no right to monopolize it. There are also precedents of elves and witches becoming watchers.

Circe went through great pains to bring the dying Kendra to the Tower of the Watcher. After that, the unconscious Kendra, due to his righteous character, was unexpectedly recognized by the projections of the Watchers, who rescued Kendra and made him a Watcher. In the end, Kendra, with his extremely dull qualifications, became the first wizard in the Sanctuary.

The Watcher is destined to devote himself completely to his mission and stay away from worldly desires.

Kendra's personal life was drastically reduced. Kendra and Circe gradually drifted apart, misunderstandings arose, and they drifted apart, and then another hundred years passed.

One side fought a fierce battle with the shadow prince who broke into the material plane, defended the lonely city and killed the evil god, and shook the continent. The other side became the high priest of the Witch Association and devoted himself to saving innocent civilians in the decades after the witch hunting order was issued.

"Why do you suddenly think of this?"

Kendra smiled self-deprecatingly: "Because I'm going to die here?"

To this day, Kendra still cannot face her true heart, and does not know whether she respects, feels guilty, or loves Circe. She is her teacher, the benefactor who gave her a second life, and a friend with whom she has experienced many battles and spent many years together...

Kendra knew that Circe must be very disappointed in him, maybe even hated him, but he didn't want to see Circe's cold and unfamiliar eyes, and he didn't want his calm heart to be cracked again. All he could do was escape.

Shameful, but useful.

At least I can focus on the battle without being distracted.

Kendra flew towards the Brocken Peak facing the gaze beam of the Evil Eye Apostle. The aftermath of the attack that landed on the barrier exploded with a loud bang. Kendra suddenly felt the pressure relieved and looked to his side in surprise.

"I was the one who taught you this protective spell."

Circe flew beside Kendra, stretched out her hand and helped Kendra to unfold the barrier, and said coldly:

"Don't be distracted, just like I taught you."

The aura of Cersei continued to rise, reaching the sixth ring in an instant and approaching the quasi-saint level.

Candela's heart trembled. Such power would definitely come at a huge price!

Circe's black hair quickly turned white. She had taken off her mask. Her beautiful face quickly aged and became covered with wrinkles. A graceful witch instantly turned into an old woman. Only her flawless emerald eyes and high nose bridge revealed her extraordinary elegance.

Heroes grow old, beauties grow old.

In Kendela's eyes, nothing had changed, everything was exactly the same as before, the witch with a faint smile was standing in front of him, making a sweet voice like a silver bell.

"What are you thinking about?"

Circe's soul burned, the wrinkles around her eyes deepened, and she whispered, "Do I have to die of old age in front of you?"

Boom! The gaze beam exploded on the increasingly condensed protective barrier, the airflow lifted Circe's white hair, and the firelight illuminated her face.

For some reason, Kendra felt a little warm in her eyes, and said with a smile: "Fortunately, we are just old, but still alive, Circe."

Circe was slightly startled.

Inexplicably, Kendela thought of Yeats's poem, "Love the sad weathering of your decaying face."

When she was young, everyone said that Cersei was beautiful, but he felt that the Cersei in front of him was even more beautiful than when she was young. He loved Cersei's weather-beaten face more than when she was young.

Circe looked at the glimmer in Kendra's eyes. Her sharp eyes gradually softened, and she maintained a stern tone: "In the face of a powerful enemy, you are still as naive as ever."

"We don't have much time left." Said Circe, looking back at the Evil Eye Apostle on the mountain top, "We must delay him at all costs until reinforcements arrive."

"Where are the reinforcements?"

"Don't worry about it, just listen to me."

"You want Lilith to come?" Kendra looked directly into Circe's eyes.

Circe's eyes flickered, she reached out and touched Kendra's cheek, and lied, "No, it was the other guardians."

Kendra smiled. He could tell she was lying, but he still believed in Circe. Trust could often turn decay into magic.

The two quasi-saint-level warriors, continuously burning their soul power, flew together towards the Evil Eye Apostle on the Brocken Peak.

The Evil Eye Apostle's eyes kept rolling, and his anger gradually rose.

In the field of true vision, the apostle's eyes were constantly broadcast with the affectionate scenes of the two people, and his face was covered with stale dog food.

Evil Eye Apostle: “…”

You two, do you really think I don't exist?

[Valhalla] can't hold your souls either, go to hell together! *On the top of Brocken Mountain, a sanctuary-level battle took place, and energy halos erupted one after another under the starry sky.

A tide of magic power arose, the magic net here completely collapsed, and the turbulent flow of magic power caused a fierce gale.

Gray and the Red Devil were flying in the air, looking at the terrifying battle momentum, frowning tightly: "What exactly is the content of the trial?"

The Silver Oak Sword must be obtained as soon as possible to lead Ye Zhi out of the predicament. Grey has no time to pay attention to the battle situation and lets the Red Devil start the trial as soon as possible.

"Don't worry, my friend. I'll show you something you've never seen before."

The Red Devil brought Gray to a place on Broken Mountain that was not affected by the river, and waved his hand to unfold the illusion.

The surrounding environment suddenly changed like a fairyland, filled with mist and fragrance. Grey looked around in surprise, only to see a magnificent palace appear before her.

This is a glittering golden palace that seems to be floating above the clouds from a distance.

The rafters of the palace are hung with spear poles and the roof is covered with golden shields, presenting a rough and bold architectural style. There are about a hundred arches at the entrance of the palace.

"Is this still China?" Gray asked in surprise.

The Red Devil cleared his throat and said, "Welcome to Valhalla! The promised land of the dead!"

"In this world, warriors who die heroically on the battlefield will not enter Hela's underworld, but will ascend to Valhalla."

The Red Devil pretended to be amazed: "When the end of the world comes, they will all be resurrected! In order to win the battle of the end of the world! They can live again after death and fight for the continuation of the new world. This is simply amazing!"

Gray muttered quietly, "I don't understand it at all..."

"My friend, Valhalla has a total of 540 doors, which can accommodate 800 warriors to pass through at once. When the war between gods breaks out, the heroic spirits will swarm out of this palace!"

The Red Devil, like a dutiful tour guide, led Gray closer to the Golden Palace, pointed to a shining apple tree in front of the door, and said:

"This is the tree of Glashiel, and the fruit on the tree tastes like golden apples and apples of youth."

On top of the apple tree stood a majestic rooster.

The Red Devil jumped up, grabbed the rooster, plucked its rooster feathers, stuck them on his hat, and then let it go.

"Look, this is the golden egg laid by the rooster Gullinkenbee." The Red Devil spread his palm to Gray like a magician. "It tastes great, but it will run away if you are not careful."

As he spoke, the Red Devil casually threw the egg into the sky. The egg cracked with a "crack", and a pair of wings stretched out from it, flapping its wings and flying away.

Gray: "...Can roosters lay eggs?"

"Gullinkambi is a rooster, that's for sure." The Red Devil shrugged. "But how can you assume the gender of a rooster?"

Gray's mouth twitched: "Do you want to listen to what you are talking about?"

"Let's get back to the point. The first trial is to take you to the feast in Valhalla!"

The Red Devil rubbed his hands excitedly: "Even I have only tasted the food at the banquet once, and I didn't want to go back to hell on the spot... Let's go, let me show you today's ingredients first, I guarantee they are fresh!"

The devil hummed a little tune proudly, walked in front with a proud look, and led Gray to a goat that was grazing.

Pah! The Red Devil patted the goat's trembling butt and said:

"Hey, Hedren! How about letting me taste your milk again today!"

The goat chewed the grass slowly, glanced at the red devil, then cast his eyes at the wooden barrel beside him, indicating that the red devil should take it himself.

The Red Devil began to milk the goat, explaining, "The milk of Hedren is an unparalleled mead that can be produced endlessly."

"Besides the goat milk mead, do you see that big wild boar in the distance?"

"Where?" Gray only saw a hill.

"That's the mountain." said the Red Devil calmly.

"Huh?" Gray was surprised.

The Red Devil covered the barrel, handed it to Gray, then jumped towards the mountain.

The mountain began to move and slowly turned around.

Gray was shocked.

How big is that wild boar! Compared to it, an elephant is just an ant! "It's called the God Pig, Sahlimnir!" the Red Devil shouted, "Because its meat is so delicious, and it can revive and regenerate constantly, even Jörmungandr and Fenrir couldn't kill it!"

After saying.

The Red Devil produced a giant axe and chopped off a piece of steak.

The piece of meat fell to the ground with a thud, it was just a drop in the bucket, and the divine pig didn't react at all.

Immediately, the Red Devil picked up the steak, took the bucket of goat milk from Gray, and led her to a big pot.

This is a large round cauldron with a diameter of about three meters. The outer wall is bronze in color, shining with a heavy light. Runes and arcane patterns are flashing on it, and the handles on both sides are like the claws of an ancient dragon.

Gray hissed. This was indeed the material from the ancient dragon! "I recognize this cauldron." Gray had heard of it from Ye Zhi. "It's the artifact [Arenil]!"

The Red Devil was stunned, and clapped his hands, "You really have amazing wisdom, and you even know its real name!"

Gray looked a little embarrassed, this was clearly Yeats's knowledge... and now, she was the only one who could help Yeats.

"Okay, let the legendary chef come and cook for us."

The Red Devil clapped his hands, and a huge monster appeared behind the cauldron.

"Ah!" Gray was startled, "What a big toad!"

The legendary chef has slippery skin, mucus constantly oozing from his body, two whisker-like tentacles extending from the corners of his lips, he wears a bulky white chef's uniform, and holds a spatula in his hand.

"It's a catfish, not a toad." The Red Devil said seriously, "Andhelminir, the godly chef... his name is too long, let's just call him Ander... He has a tongue and taste as sharp as a god, which is also the key to his becoming a godly chef!"

Gray saw the catfish spit out a long tongue, put it in his hand, and pluck it like a musical instrument.

Gray: “…”

This amazing chef is really disgusting!

"Andre, please cook dinner for us." The Red Devil rubbed his hands together and said expectantly, "You must show your best cooking skills!"

The catfish monster grinned and said, "Leave it to me!"

In the banquet hall of the palace.

Gray sat uncomfortably in her seat.

The Red Devil changed into a waiter's outfit, brought a plate with a bell-shaped lid, and placed it in front of Gray.

The Red Devil filled Gray's glass with goat milk mead, then opened the bell-shaped lid and said with a smile, "Please taste this, the most delicious wild boar steak in the world!"

The golden steak is dotted with chopped thyme leaves and other spices, and is an attractive dark brown color. The juices that seep out during the roasting process are shiny, like a carefully crafted work of art.

The aroma and heat greeted her, the aroma of meat and herbs combined perfectly, and Gray couldn't help swallowing, finding it irresistible.

"Do I have to taste this?" Gray asked.

"Yes." The Red Devil said seriously, "If you feel satisfied after tasting it, please say the spell as agreed!"

The Red Devil was very sure that Gray would fall completely for this delicacy.

How could a human being resist the delicacies of a divine chef unless she tasted the same quality of food frequently?

But this is simply impossible! The Red Devil smiled and said, "This is the content of the first level of the trial. Please enjoy it, my friend."

Gray calmed down and gently cut the steak with a knife. The meat was extremely tender. The moment she put it in her mouth, the incomparable delicious taste of the divine pig and the exquisite cooking skills complemented each other, bringing an amazing taste experience.

Gray took another sip of the goat's milk mead and immediately let out a soft sigh.

The Red Devil smiled with confidence.

Just when he thought that Gray was about to say the word of surrender, his smile suddenly froze on his face.

"Based on what we have now..."

Gray shook her head and said, "Compared to Ye Zhi's cooking skills, it's still far behind."

After tasting Yeats's cooking, Gray's threshold has been raised and she has no interest in these delicacies at all.

The Red Devil's eyes were full of disbelief.

The first level actually tests one’s material sensory enjoyment, symbolized by the desire for food and drink.

Even if Gray clears the level, the Red Devil will think that it is because she is determined.

But what was the reason? Could human cooking be so amazing? Although the food he imitated could not be compared with the original, this cooking skill was definitely not something that human gourmet chefs could achieve.

Please...collect 6...9...books...!

While finding it incredible, the Red Devil couldn't help but feel a little curious about the "Yeats" that Gray mentioned.

It seems that there is a master of food hidden beside Gray!

The Red Devil could see that Gray was not lying and that she really had no interest in this dish, and he couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

"Okay, the first level, even if you pass it——"

As he spoke, the Red Devil suddenly overturned the table: (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻

Gray was stunned: "Does this mean I passed?"

"Yes, I will prepare the content for the next level of the trial."

The Red Devil asked casually, "By the way, the Yeats you mentioned...is he also in Sariel's domain?"

Gray remained silent.

"You want to save him?" the Red Devil asked teasingly, "Or do you like him?"

Gray: "Stop talking nonsense and move on to the next level!"

The Red Devil smiled meaningfully, took off his hat and bowed: "As you command, I will get ready right away!"

*In the realm of true sight.

The Broken Mountains were shrouded in darkness, occasionally illuminated by the aftermath of the battle, and a dark shadow flew swiftly in the air.

Based on the location provided by Circe, Yeats quickly flew to the location of the Advent ceremony, the Maypole.

As long as the Maypole is lit and the red shoes are danced around the bonfire, Lilith may respond to the ritual and send down an incarnation.

After all, she is the leader of the witches. If the believers in the human world suffer a major blow, it will not be good news for her.

Ye Zhi felt that there was a possibility of cooperating with Lilith. Although cooperating with her was equivalent to playing with fire, only she could confront the Evil Eye Apostle head-on! Looking back at the Brocken Peak, Ye Zhi's eyes were solemn. Kendra and Circe, two quasi-saint-level people, cooperated well and could delay time, but they could never defeat the Evil Eye Apostle.

In other words, our side is the key to determining the direction of the battlefield!

The fierce wind scraped across his cheeks like a knife. Yeats pushed the wings of the god of poetry to the extreme, looking down from above, sweeping across the dark Brocken Mountains, searching for the Maypole.

Zuan Ya chatted with Ye Zhi in a casual manner:

"Honestly, Ye Zhi, every time I work with you, I encounter such exciting things. It's really fun!"

"Then don't leave. There will be plenty of excitement in the future!"

"Let me think about it!" Zuanya said seriously.

Yeats's eyes were as sharp as a torch, and he reflected a fig tree decorated with herbs and garlands, disguised in the jungle, and he was delighted.

“Found it!”

Yeats fell rapidly.

However, a sense of crisis from the soul exploded in his heart, his hair stood on end, and his limbs were cold! "Be careful!" Zuanya's warning was a step too late after all, "There is a five-ring guy hiding here!"

In the jungle, golden light shot up into the sky, and the fist condensed into outward-emitting fighting spirit. This punch was aimed in advance and rushed straight towards Ye Zhi in mid-air!

Ye Zhi's reaction suddenly became slow, his senses became stiff in the face of the huge impact, and he was completely unable to dodge, and continued to fly blankly.

But in times of crisis, the strong character cultivated in the soul realm once again came into play!

Yeats suddenly took off the wings of the poet, faced the fear of falling from a height, and allowed himself to fall from a height of nearly a thousand meters.

Bang!!

The punch, which was destined to win, missed.

Ye Zhi's whole body was covered with moonlight and fighting spirit. He fell to the ground, his back suffered a severe impact. He coughed up a large mouthful of blood and felt that his whole body was about to fall apart.

The moonlight fighting spirit exerted the effect of "moon healing", constantly healing Ye Zhi's injuries.

In the dense forest, dull footsteps were heard, and the sound was like a demon from hell.

"Moonlight Dou Qi? Haha, are you a Mist believer or a Moonlight believer? I'm really curious."

Pedro walked out from the shadows, the moonlight shining on his loose black robe, his face full of smiles.

"I hope that when I tear your body apart later, you can scream in a way that satisfies me."

Ye Zhi stood up with all his strength, and faced Pedro on the open plain illuminated by the moonlight, and asked in a disguised hoarse voice: "How long have you been waiting here?"

Pedro grinned and pointed his finger, saying, "Soon, I've been waiting for you to come and give it to you!"

The fig tree, which was the key to the ceremony and was highly expected by the witches, and served as the 'Maypole', had been torn apart by Pedro's fist.

Under the moonlight, they faced each other from a distance. Ye Zhi looked solemn, his eyes flickered, and he said:

"Intelligence, the interrogation took a long time, right?"

"Not long, actually. Life is very precious, and everyone has a desire to live. I use the opportunity of life to make the witches on trial speak. There are always some good girls who can't hold back and will tell me everything."

Pedro smiled, stretched out his huge black-gloved hand, slowly clenched it, as if recalling something, narrowed his eyes, and let out a sigh.

"And when the fire of hope ignites in their eyes, and then the flame is crushed, the wonderful touch is completely different from the empty shell of the body..."

"Are most of the people in the courtroom psychopaths like you?" Ye Zhi asked.

"Isn't this what I should do?" Pedro asked curiously. "The witch-hunt order clearly states what methods and tools the presiding judge can use!"

"I never disobeyed God's will, and I never even used tools. Instead, I used my hands to let them feel God's embrace."

Pedro crossed his arms and hugged himself, his face full of piety. He paused for a moment, feeling a little regretful:

"If there was anything wrong, it was that I wanted the children to go to heaven so badly that I caused the detective to misunderstand me."

"You tortured and killed the orphans you adopted, sacrificed Andel, and summoned the apostles to come." Ye Zhi said coldly: "If your gods are the same as you, then you should kill them all."

"Have you seen God?" Pedro suddenly asked.

Without waiting for Yeats to answer, he answered on his own: "When I was ten years old, I was strangled by the throat, suffering and struggling, and I heard God whispering in my ear..."

"He told me—"

Pedro's eyes flashed with enthusiasm and he grinned excitedly.

"Kill him, or be killed!"

BANG!!

Pedro blasted out with a mighty fist, and holy light illuminated the entire forest.

Yeats simply couldn't resist.

At this time, in the Pet Plane, Kylia's stern voice came: "I will fight this demon."

The magical pet plane opened instantly, and the headless knight rode the nightmare horse and rushed out of it, stepping on the dark flames.

Kailya actually managed to block the punch... To be more precise, she absorbed it.

The holy fire fell on Kailya, not only did it not burn her, but it injected a holy energy into her, making her surge with both immortality and holiness! Holy light is the most restraining force against undead creatures, and what happened to Kailya was something that even Ye Zhi himself could not have expected, and was full of surprise! Pedro was slightly startled, and saw that the headless knight's lance was actually surging with some silver-white holy flames, and he said in surprise:

"Holy fire? Ghost? Are you... No, this is unbelievable!"

Kailya didn't answer and charged out with her lance!

Pedro's eyes flashed, and he stepped forward, punching out with heavy punches relying on pure physical strength without using any fighting spirit.

Bang! The first punch directly smashed the two-meter-tall nightmare horse into smoke.

The second punch changed to a grab, strangling Kylia's neck and slamming her to the ground!

But Pedro only grabbed Kylia's helmet.

"The Headless Horseman!" The suspicion in Pedro's eyes became more and more obvious.

Boom! He did not hesitate at all, and his fist blasted out like a cannonball, piercing through Kailya's body.

Kylia slowly dissipated, her soul power severely damaged, and returned to Ye Zhi's magical pet plane, where she could only be summoned again after three days.

Ye Zhi has told Xilude the location, but he still needs to buy enough time. Facing a five-ring strongman, his own means are stretched to the limit.

As he was thinking urgently, the forest was filled with the screams of the dead.

“Save me…”

"It's so cold... so dark..."

"He destroyed the ritual... We... can't enter the underworld..."

Yeats's eyes flickered as he remembered the nature of the Maypole in the plot, which actually carried the souls of the witches.

After death, witches need to burn the Maypole to go to the underworld. Otherwise, they will wander the human world as evil spirits or go to hell to serve evil gods.

Although witches get their power from Lilith, entering hell to serve the evil god is not what all witches want. If they have a choice, entering the underworld will be a better ending.

But now, Pedro destroyed the Maypole and also destroyed the last hope of these dead souls.

Ye Zhi felt a little bit reluctant. For these witches, going to the underworld was a luxury. Pedro easily shattered the hope that everyone had put together and worked hard to achieve.

"You heard them crying, too, didn't you?"

Pedro stopped and listened to the wails of the dead souls. He smiled with satisfaction and said, "They are sinners. They are not qualified to go to the Kingdom of God, nor do they have the right to enter the underworld. They are only worthy of becoming evil spirits and then being purified by me!"

Ye Zhi took a deep breath and took out Pan's Flute.

Pedro looked at the instrument the other party took out, and sensed the divinity flowing in it. He was slightly startled, and then stunned:

"The pan flute from Pan's Labyrinth? How did it end up in your hands?"

"No, you are a bard? Otherwise, how can you get Pan's recognition?" Pedro faced the unknown and became very alert! There was no need for Yeats to play. When he injected his magic power into Pan's flute, the wind in the wilderness played a sad song for him.

The seduction song makes the dead souls from all directions move closer to this jungle. They are either innocent civilians, children killed by Pedro, or sacrificed witches...

These dead souls, under the music of Pan Di, rushed towards Pedro like mountains and seas! "You lied to me, you said you would forgive me..." The witch's eyes were empty, and tears of blood oozed out.

"Father, why do you treat me like this..." said the ghost of little Andel blankly.

"Deception...kill...ah!" The ghost of the hunchback of Notre Dame let out a heart-wrenching roar.

Pedro was dazed and felt a little shocked in the face of this overwhelming number of souls.

Guilt? Remorse? Fear?

No, none of that. Pedro just felt a strong excitement and a lofty sense of mission burning in his chest! Immediately, Pedro opened his arms, a holy light enveloped his body, and he said loudly:

"Come on, sinful ghosts, once again! I will punish you!"

Pedro fought with the dead souls, wailing, screaming, and indignation...

Yeats continued to use the enchantment song to summon the souls of the dead, and hundreds of souls floated in from Sternberg. He could not help but feel shocked by the number.

"Hey, since you're a bard, you must know how to dance!"

Pedro was enveloped in holy light and shouted to Yeats, "Play some exciting dance music to cheer me up!"

"As you wish."

Ye Zhi's eyes were cold.

"This is Walpurgis Night, a dance dedicated to the dead!"

(End of this chapter)