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Chapter Thirty-Seven - Eventful Autumn

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"I don't know the owner of Maris Farm, but it's important to me. My mother has been here, and my father has been here, have you seen them?"

"I never remember the names of dead people." A cruel smile appeared on the corner of Lilian's mouth under the mask. "But I can tell you that no one who is close to this place can survive! No one has become a fish that escapes the net under my dagger."

"Why do you want to kill everyone who visits here? We didn't mean anything bad. We were just here to seek a truth."

Lilian wanted to answer that the boy's own behavior was his duty, but when she heard the other party's words without malicious intentions, she sneered: "Are you sure?" A wrinkled piece of paper suddenly appeared in the hands of the undead. The piece of paper was thrown at Bellorill's feet. "Look at what this is."

The corners of the paper were folded in half to cover the contents, but Belloriel already knew what it was. He glanced back at Jidwin, and only the dwarves would do similar stupid things. The amount of the reward order would kill them.

"This is a misunderstanding." Bellor can only say this, "I think you should have faced an opponent who is stronger than us. The rumors in Maris Farm are enough to shock people. We will not challenge you by overestimating our abilities."

Lilian stood there and looked at the boy for a while. His delicate skin was not like a person living in the Eastern Plagueland. And he was so young... Lilian did not forget his identity as the forgotten person. She was not a natural disaster and was not bloodthirsty by nature. Nathanos had explicitly ordered her to get rid of all those close to Maris Farm. Maybe this child would die today, but Lilian was willing to give him some time to speak. "You have successfully won you the opportunity to speak for yourself, don't waste your time."

Belloriel let out a long sigh and turned to look at the situation of the other three. Fiona's anger had faded. Her form returned to humans, and the boy saw fatigue on her face, as well as Gidervin and Tarenna, who were catching the time to heal themselves.

"My mother has been here." He said again, but this time more detailed, "but she is still alive and she is not killed by you."

Lilian frowned. Is this possible? It is extremely ridiculous. As the only assassin who was placed in Maris Farm, she knew that if she wanted to complete the orders of the Withered Ones alone, she had to prepare for every battle, such as how many enemies there were, how they would attack, and what their retreat route was. Considering these would ensure victory. Therefore, in Lilian's memory, she did not let an intruder go. If the boy's words were true, it could only mean that the "mother" had been here before she entered here.

"Is that? Maybe Maris Farm was still an unnoticed place in Silver Dawn's eyes at that time." She said, shook her head indifferently, "Since your family is still alive, why are you here in this dangerous place?"

"I'm here for my father!"

Lilian didn't like this title. Her father was once a bishop of the Blood Crusader. Not only did he not want to accept his daughter who turned into a dead soul, he also tried to kill her. Lilian finally ended him with his own hands, which was a long time ago.

"So...who is your father?"

"I have no idea."

For a moment, Belorel almost felt the murderous aura bursting out from the female undead.

"He was already sacrificed when I was born..." The elf boy continued, "a... a stranger had brought me here," Bellorier thought of Cromi. "She told me that this place is important, and I don't actually understand what she meant, but when I saw a map of my mother's collection of items, I had a hunch that was uniquely marked on it... Marys Farm and my father were closely connected."

Lilian shivered, and she saw the thick fog floating from the north, cold and damp, with the decay of the city of Stantholm.

The boy's mother had a map about this place, the father had a mysterious connection with it, and his eyes were also black... Lilian was not a fool, but she would rather believe it was just a coincidence.

"May I have your name!"

“Alawi.”

"Lie will only bring death closer to you, child." Lilian took a step forward. Her aggressive aura made Belorel swallow.

"I……"

"You are not a resident of the Eastern Plagueland, you are from Quel'thalas, are you?"

Hesitating, Bellorel nodded!

Relying on Octavian's intuition, Lilian's hands were already trembling slightly.

"So that's it, I understand!" she said, looking at the elf with a surprised look on her face, and then threw a dagger in her hand over.

The dagger landed at Bellorir's feet, with a rhythmic purple dark light. "You have solved the hidden dangers of Maris' farm." The female undead said in an announcing tone, "Go and receive your bounty."

"I don't want this." Bellorier kicked the dagger away. "I want to know what happened here. You must know, right?"

A anxious tone might kill him. Lilian just smiled, "You want to know, but has your mother never mentioned your father?"

"She said my father sacrificed his life to protect her."

"This is the truth!" Lilian suddenly discovered it, which made Belorel more and more confused. "But death is never the end." The female undead took out a small thing from her waist button and threw it at Belorel.

The boy grabbed it, but was also pricked, and the palm of his hand felt stinging.

"If you have the courage, you might as well give this to your mother."

Bellorel recognized this as an arrow. "What are you doing for me?"

"It's just the original owner!" Lilian turned around and prepared to leave, and looked back at Belorel. "The troublesome autumn has come!"

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A few days later, Hillsbrad.

The two withered dogs around Nathanos have always been so loyal that they are almost inseparable from their owners. Lilian felt embarrassed. The withered dog gritted his teeth and clearly did not want her to pass, but Lilian could not wait any longer. She wanted to tell the Witherer what happened in Maris Farm.

After a few minutes of waiting, the two withered dogs seemed to hear a sound and slowly retreated to both sides. Lilian knew who was controlling them.
Chapter completed!
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