"Yes.." Edgar, that weak piece of trash, who betrayed your trust and favor without returning your loyalty.. I had planned to use Oakley to carry his soul, and let an honest and pious young man correct and neutralize the remaining rebellious part of him. The majestic rebuke of the gods sounded like a dull thunder in his soul, giving Umberto an unforgettable pain. But the living sage can only brace himself for his stern master's questioning. As you pointed out, my immature consideration did make you lose another potential believer, and failed. But on the other hand, we succeeded. Not only did we get rid of a guy who was suspected of being a witch, but it also proved to be effective for him. Edgar's remaining memory had been washed away a lot. The rest of him was so pure that he only needed to find a suitable container. I won't fail this time! As a reward for discovering Edgar, you gave me an immortal soul, and for Edgar's betrayal, you punished my body for growing old. You are such a generous benefactor, and this time I swear by my eternal soul that I will return Edgar to heaven! "I assure you!" The living saint knew that this was his last chance. Chapter 139 "Is it all right to leave him like this?" Ashal looked out into a room in the castle, and although she couldn't see it from the outside, she knew there was a sad and helpless soul inside. Don't do unnecessary things. If he can't do it himself, it means he's just so so. Said Offnier coldly. It's cruel, Dragon King. You can still keep calm because Satan promised to keep her safe. If you were in that position, I think you would be like him. The demonic tut-tut. At this point,coltan ore processing, you are not qualified to satirize me. At least I don't have a memory fragment somewhere, and no one has manipulated a curse that has lasted for more than 10,000 years. Ashal was choked by the bitter counterattack and snorted for a long time, "as if the toy you made for the Angel of Pain was glorious.." But she finally stopped hurting each other and decided to change the subject: "How is the state of the people now?"? Or is everyone depressed? In exchange for repairing her, His Majesty Satan demands that we maintain order. "How to maintain it?" The Emerald Lord narrowed his eyes impatiently. "Half of the people are clamoring for revenge, and the other half are no better than that guy. All production activities and operations in the whole city have stopped. If this continues, there will soon be a shortage of materials." He paced restlessly,Carbon in Pulp, and the Orphan stream in his body became disordered because of his restless mood, and the pebbles under his feet floated up and smashed aimlessly everywhere. A few stones hit the pain demon squatting on the ground, and now Kuzu, whose intelligence is basically equal to that of a wild animal, stared at the object flying at high speed, and the barbed tail behind him threw it like a wild cat, pulling all the stones back. The stone brushed past the back of his head, and the dragon looked at it with a sinister look. At last, O'Fnir did not lose his reason to fight with an idiot, so he did not care about it. Is there no other way? You've been here longer than me, plus you've managed Tusmit, so get this back on track, and we'll find her as soon as possible. “……” Ovenir wanted to, tin beneficiation plant ,tin beneficiation plant, but he had been trying to persuade Villancer to give up Strick before, and he himself had not been too involved in the affairs here. If you suddenly go to cheer up and ask others to cheer up now, the only reaction of others is probably "who is this guy who feels good about himself?" I am astonished at your uselessness, Lord Overnir. The dementor said bitterly, "Then who can replace her here? We can try to persuade." …… Strickburg was originally designed as a military fortress. In order to defend against trebuchets and bows and arrows, the windows here were designed to be so narrow that sunlight could not penetrate, and even candles were lit during the day. In the study where Villancer had been dealing with official documents, the candles used to go out day and night, but now there was a dead silence, and the books and documents on the table remained as they had been a few days ago, with no new ones coming in and no processed ones going out. In the corner of the room, the silver-haired Moon Elf curled up, his long hair and clothes covered with dust, and his dull eyes scattered dully. Until now, he couldn't control his thoughts. He became afraid of the sunlight, because it reminded him of the moment when the princess disappeared. On that day, as soon as the future time flow was restored, he emerged from the square again, saw everyone looking up at the sky, and then witnessed the departure of the goddess with everyone. The twilight of the firefly faded away, fear and sadness engulfed his heart, and the brilliant sunset seemed to turn to a gloomy leaden gray. He unconsciously said a series of blasphemous words to it, but he could not change anything. Confused thoughts and irrepressible negative emotions disrupted his ability to control the spell, and he became a complete loser, as if he had returned to the moment when his mother was killed, but this made him more helpless and desperate than that. Is it a nightmare? It must be! But this time, no one could pull him out of the dream. Time becomes a kind of punishment, which is endless and turns every second of pain into eternity. He did not eat or drink, but he did not feel hungry or thirsty, and his body seemed to be someone else's thing. In the darkness, he saw the princess's face, her face intent on reviewing the documents, and the shallow curved eyes when she smiled, and the lip language before she disappeared. It was his light, his reason to live for, and it was she who saved him when he was on the verge of giving up everything. Eventually he slowly regained consciousness, and if what she said at the end was her request, he would do it anyway. He managed to get himself up, slowly, and he had not eaten for days like this before, knowing that if he moved too violently,gold CIP machine, he would faint. But perhaps he was worrying too much. Contrary to his weak body, his spirit was like a burning fire, which was the expansion of anger in his heart. ore-magnetic-mining.com