Moment of Liquidation

"You fought?"

Walking companionably with Finnian toward the door, Eleazar looked back at the figure behind him who seemed to be pretending to pass by but had been following.

It seems that the two brothers have a lot of conflict when they can't communicate and resolve any misunderstandings but instead take impolite actions.

"Yeah, my brother is finally growing up and inevitably getting to the period of being a worrywart," Finnian said with a despondent look on his face.

"Okay, just as well I'm fine."

Eleazar stopped dead in his tracks.

After saying his goodbyes, Finnian went home with his finger-fire pointer beautifully.

Turns out it wasn't so much a reference to Witcher as it was that he had too strong of a flaming aura about him, which is why the prop was firmly pointed at him through its range of applicability.

Eleazar, who had stopped in place to wait, waited for the impatient figure to pass by, then suddenly reached out and pinned the man down.

"What are you doing!!!"

Eleazar mused and advised, "Disciple control is wrong."

"You know shit!"

Fintan didn't have the heart to slap his hand away.

"Finnian he... I don't know who he traded with to get the magic potion material himself!"

"It's outrageous, I don't even know where he got it from, and the biggest fear is that he went to one of the transcendental rallies that have been clamping down on lately."

Understanding the conflict between them, Eleazar's eyes narrowed.

The younger brother who doesn't want to be bothered goes and gets the transcendental material without his brother's knowledge.

Then the older brother, who is worried about his brother's well-being, begins to carry out the stalking and will not stop until he finds out who is behind it.

These two love each other.

Eleazar sighs, "As wrong as this behavior of Finnian's is, have you ever thought it might be you here?"

"I'm sure you're well aware that transcendental activity without magical potion suppression requires the daily consumption of transcendental materials worth a lot of money to stabilize the state, and this kind of expenditure is not something a normal family can afford, especially for poor families."

Fintan explained indignantly, "I did promise him to get the material as soon as possible."

"Well, what about actually?"

"Ah~ I won't bother you, brother, I've already contacted someone else for the transaction."

Fintan mimicked his brother's tone and said the original words that had pissed him off that day.

Eleazar thought about it thoughtfully.

"Are you preparing for any operations these days?"

"Yes, the time for the Church to close the net, the transcendental assemblies, the illegal transcendents that have been left alone, but have been spying on them, cracking down on them all, arresting all the personnel!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The knight clenched his fists with a face full of determination.

Eleazar deflected, "It looks dangerous as hell."

"Yeah, you don't even know how crazy it is when people on the verge of losing their freedom revolt!"

"So says ...."

Eleazar gives his guess, "Could it be, that Finnian doesn't want you to go on this kind of operation?"

Fintan suddenly froze in place.

"I didn't want to use my brother's well-being to fulfill my own needs, so I renewed myself to find material."

"Well, I'm moved to tears~"

Eleazar bantered for a moment before realizing that the knight beside him looked forlorn.

"Uh, what's wrong?"

Fintan hung his head and said silently, ''Both of our parents were killed in such an operation. That night, the thoroughly exposed Spirit Order frantically counterattacked, calling on those brainwashed believers to use their bodies as containers to revive Evil God contaminants everywhere, even the Holy Order suffered heavy losses, and it was even more difficult for us Sequencers with little protection to resist."

"Sorry..."

After an apology, Eleazar frowned slightly and muttered to himself, "An evil organization that dangerous, and you leave it until the end?"

"At first no one took it to heart."

Fintan said quietly, "That organization doesn't have any transcendentals, no one would ever think that the deadliest dangers are hidden in our inconspicuous surroundings, all it takes is the recitation of an incantation, and an unthreatening ordinary person is transformed into a monster of unimaginable evil."

"Well, fighting the most horrible mental pollution?"

Eleazar rested his chin, thinking back to his tainted days.

Because of meditating with an evil god token, and finally being deeply implanted with the brand of the evil god, it will revive into an evil body anytime it is stimulated by something that has a connection to it.

Each of the three of them sacrificed a lot to get rid of that all-consuming spiritual pollution, and they ended up with two escapes and one capture.

Eleazar patted the knight on the shoulder after a deep sense of patting.

"A word of advice, always check yourself for anything unclean before meditating."

Fintan looked at him strangely instead, "Isn't that common sense, didn't your mentor teach you that meditation has many taboos?"

"Uh, I'm self-taught..."

"This ..."

Fintan backhanded Witcher's shoulder, "How about I give you a little advice."

He thought back to his mother's teachings, "Do not carry unknown objects, do not respond to any calls, do not be in unknown places, do not congregate, do not resort to unknown objects ..."

"To summarize, the meaning is probably to imagine <meditation > as if it were a newborn baby, clean and dry in its cradle."

"So that's it!" Eleazar held his chin.

Seeing his face full of teachability, Fintan suddenly increased the strength of his hand.

"Hurry up and call me Mentor White!"

"Well, as a thank you for your teachings, I'll accompany you on this operation so that your brother can have some peace of mind." Said Eleazar, slapping away the palm that showed no respect at all.

Fintan thinks for a moment and nods.

"It's okay."

He suddenly came a little closer again and whispered, "When the time comes, you'll help me hide a little something."

"Hide what?"

"Material!"

Fintan looked around and whispered, "The purpose of the church is to put, collect all the things first, and only distribute them according to the merits in the end, but you know the situation at my place, that Finnian guy's magic potion materials I've been disrupting the order of claiming them, just for fear of being known by the church that I'm configuring unidentified magic potions."

Eleazar waved his hand graciously, "No problem, I'll see what I can do to help you hide a little material when the time comes."

"Well, that's a good deal, then!"

Fintan ended up going back beautifully as well.

Sending the two gorgeous brothers away, Eleazar returned and walked back to the office building to begin his battle.

Go to the woman and ask for the Sacred Crystal...

Halfway to the door of the office, listening for movement without a sound inside, Eleazar pushed the door straight open.

Behind the desk, under the window where the curtains were flying, a saintly highness in a constantly swiveling chair with her legs crossed and folded was looking down at some report.

Standing by and pushing her chair around the nun turned back to see Witcher walk in and hastily pressed her chair to a halt and exclaimed:

"Why don't you knock when you come in!!!"