Many jumped down from the wyvern's back and landed on the streets of Dashiell.
His current physical strength had surpassed most of the professionals on the entire continent, and with the addition of the Dark Energy, he didn't even need any buffer to fall from a height of hundreds of meters to the ground. With a bang, he bent down slightly, raised his head, and then disappeared on the spot.
The passersby only had enough time to see a person descend from the sky. In the next moment, they only saw a sizable crack on the ground, and a huge Flood Dragon instantly flew over in the sky …
Many were in a hurry, and he wasn't interested in wasting any time on other things.
Using Shadow Steps continuously, Many rushed to the temple as fast as they could and respectfully asked to enter.
At this moment, he calmed down and observed the surrounding scenery. Everything seemed to be the same as before. The appearance of an elven city wouldn't change much for hundreds or thousands of years. Their long lifespan didn't make them too interested in building anything, so Dashiell's buildings weren't as big as Sirius', and they had a much longer history.
Many squinted their eyes and sensed their surroundings. They felt that there were more guards than before, and there were fewer residents outside the city walls. Most of the residents were gathering towards Dashiell.
The operation to erect walls and clear the wilderness had begun. The elves had to be more aware of the current crisis, and their response was similar to Oditore's — all residents gathered towards the main city and tried their best to gather their forces together.
However, whether or not this would be effective against the Abyssal Race was another matter. The Abyssal Race had conquered too many cities in history. What was even more terrifying was that they took down a city in such a short amount of time. At the same time, the massacres that were recorded in history were all carried out by the Abyssal Race. Fighting the Abyssal Race with all their might was something that the entire continent needed to do.
But it seemed that many factions didn't realize this — the rebel army in Sirius City had entered a state of independence. For the entire Empire of Saint Reims, it was already fortunate that these rebel army didn't continue to attack other cities. The news of the Abyssal Tribe's invasion had also spread widely in Sirius City, but so far, no one had heard any news from Marquis Barton. No one knew what this old man was planning.
He thought a lot, and when the guard told him he could enter, he was still staring at the wall in the distance, thinking.
Walking quickly into the temple, I reached the interior of the temple with ease. Then, I saw Sylvia's current Malfarfara —
"Honorable Shaman, greetings."
There were many formal salutes and no transgressions. However, Marfara seemed surprised that they had arrived at the temple. She raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "The construction of the temple is complete?"
"Yes."
Many nodded in agreement. After more than a month of continuous construction, the main building of the Temple of the Moon Goddess had been completed. At the same time, the statue of the goddess had been moved in. From an architectural point of view, the temple could officially be used.
Marfara took a deep breath and sighed. Then, he suddenly looked up and said, "That disgusting smell on you is gone."
Those words left Many puzzled. He looked up and saw that the dignified Priestess was looking straight at him, and as if she had finally confirmed something, she turned and added, "Wait here for a while, Sylvia will come."
"No problem."
Many paused, and stood where they were, watching as the 'mother-in-law' left.
Soon, Sylvia's figure, dressed in white priestly robes, came from afar. Many breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her … He tried hard to suppress his excitement, and smiled as he walked up to her.
"Nana —"
"What's going on?"
Sylvia's expression was very strange. Many thought that Sylvia should be very happy to see him, but right now, Sylvia's eyes were slightly red and swollen, and there were even traces of tears at the corner of his eyes. His voice was slightly trembling, which made Many feel sorry for him. When he looked away, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.
Many saw that Sylvia was holding a letter in her hand … This letter was nothing else. The last time Many saw a letter like this, it was the letter before he married Flora!
What's going on … Could it be …
"You're … married?"
Sylvia seemed to have spent a lot of energy to say this. Her voice was very choked, and the letter in her hand was a little wet. Many could even imagine Nana's heartbroken face when she saw this letter … How could he explain this?
How could Flora do this?
She was so far away, and yet she purposely notified Sylvia?
Many of them felt that Flora had gone too far. But then they thought of themselves … Wasn't it too much for Sylner to marry him?
"Nana … I need to explain this …"
It was obvious how stupid Many's mouth was. In this kind of situation, women were most afraid that he would say something similar. What did he mean by "explain"?
That was to directly admit what he had done, and then find an excuse for himself!
"So … you really married her … just a few days ago?"
Sylvia stood still as if she was struck by lightning. She kept telling herself that it wasn't the truth, but Many's words in front of her made all her illusions go up in smoke.
"I … Nana, this …"
"It seems that this thing has already come to this …" Sylner was as downcast as a withered leaf falling to the ground. His face turned gloomy and his tears started to flow down uncontrollably. The sound of his tears dripping onto the floor echoed in many people's ears. All of this made many people dumbfounded!
"Flora's wedding was just a formality … all of this … all of this … I …"
Many suddenly became incoherent. He could mercilessly pull out his Krillin's Blade and cut his enemies into pieces, but when it came to this silly girl he loved, Many really couldn't do it. He had to use all kinds of ugly excuses to cover up his actions when she was crying …
If he knew this would happen, why did he agree to it?
Many really regretted at this moment. A person's life was always full of regrets, but Many truly felt that this was the biggest failure of his life … He rubbed his face hard and ignored the temple's rules. He wanted to reach out his hand to wipe away Sylvia's tears, but his raised hand froze in place.
Because he saw Sylvia looking up at him. The love in his eyes was many times more pure and complicated than before …
"Tell me … do you still … love me?"
Sylvia's voice was a little sobbing. Her voice was a little intermittent. It was obvious that she was trying hard to calm herself down … Her two delicate hands were tightly clenched. Sylvia was trying hard to calm her voice down.
"As always, this is all a misunderstanding. Nana, you have to believe me, okay?"
Many felt like he was grabbing onto a life-saving straw. He really didn't want this girl who had been with him for so long to cry anymore. This feeling was even worse than seeing his own comrades on the battlefield. At this moment, Many truly understood what it meant to feel like a knife was being twisted in his heart.
"Then … why did you agree to marry her?"
Sylvia's hand clenched the letter tightly. However, Many saw that the handwriting on the letter was not Flora's. He slightly narrowed his eyes because he didn't want to believe that Flora would do such a thing just for her own feelings …
"Celias City was occupied by the rebels. Flora is now the only queen left in the royal family. The only way for her to maintain her ruling position among the nobles … is this."
"Why … Why …"
Sylvia listened to many explanations, but she looked even more despondent. Her tears were flowing more and more, but there was no way to stop them. He didn't know what to say anymore. In any case, this was all he could say. As for what Sylvia would think, Many really couldn't do anything!
"Nana, the temple is built. Let's go back."
"Then can we still be together?"
"Yes."
"But you're married … You don't understand what this means …"
Sylvia seemed to have said something that hurt her heart. She turned around and lowered her head, not saying another word.
Silence.
The temple fell into a kind of silence like a public cemetery. Many didn't have the time to pay attention to their surroundings. It was already nighttime, but the moon didn't appear. In Many's words, today was the first day of the lunar month. There was no moon in the sky, and this seemed to correspond to Sylvia's mood.
"Let me be alone for a while."
Sylvia suddenly spoke. She turned around and walked away. Many stood there in a daze. He didn't know what to say. His hand stopped in mid-air, and his words were stuck in his throat …
Many didn't know how to deal with this kind of problem.
What to do?
Many turned around and looked at the statue in the distance, deep in thought.