"So you just hide." Panis sighed and said, "At this time, I am not going to come out to meet my old friends? You should have something to let me do, let Lucya tell me, can you rest assured, and aren't you afraid that she will fall asleep halfway through the talk?"

"Mr. Kyle, I can't pretend that I didn't hear this." Lucia raised her skull and said dissatisfiedly: "Although we guardians do like to sleep, we have never done anything that we have to sleep halfway through talking to people."

"Really not?" Panis raised his eyebrows and asked with a strange expression: "Are you sure?"

"Uh, it shouldn't be... it's not." Lucya hesitated instead. Thinking about it carefully, it seemed that his fellow tribes might not be able to do such things. However, hesitation is one thing, and admitting is another thing. When encountering this situation, you must firmly deny it. So Lucya said loudly: "Anyway, there must be no, Finch, since you have been discovered, come out quickly. I'm very tired after saying so long."

"Thank you so hard." The old shaman smiled bitterly, and came from outside the door inside the prayer hall. The door was slowly pushed open. A ghost wrapped in a faint halo and his body was unstable. After entering, you can see clearly that the old werewolf's ghost maintained the old image not long before he died, but he no longer seemed to die at any time. His steps were much faster and more stable than when he was young.

Looking at the familiar figure walking towards him, Panis, who was standing in front of Lucya with his hands on his chest, stared blankly at Finch, who was getting closer and closer. It was not until the old shaman stopped in front of him that he sighed deeply, and did not pretend to be dissatisfied, but said softly with emotion: "Meet again, elder, I never dreamed that I could see you again."

"Yes, we're meeting again." The old shaman was also full of emotion, stretched out his hand clenched into a fist, and tapped his fist up and down twice with Panis, who stretched out his hand in the same posture, and hugged both sides tightly. After ending the embrace ceremony of the closest friendship of the orcs representatives, the old shaman continued: "I didn't expect to meet again when I died, but after waking up this time, I'm sure I'll meet you again."

"For the promise that had not been fulfilled before?" Panis and the old shaman shook hands with each other like a strife, saying with a smile: "We agreed to drink the spirits on the grassland. Although Carl is no longer here, you are still there. This promise will not be a liar to me."

"Hahahaha, of course I'm not lying to you, but it's not now." Finch looked particularly excited, and patted Panis's shoulder with his other hand: "It's better to wait until everything is over. Maybe this agreement will really come true by then."

"I hope so." Panis was not as confident as Finch. He just agreed casually, then looked at Finch for a while, and said thoughtfully: "From the beginning of seeing those totem poles, and I heard that the undead have developed the habit of pilgrimage, I guess you are here. It seems that I was not wrong. With you here, I feel much more at ease with the undead and no longer have to make decisions based on my own guesses. I think we need to have a good talk."
Chapter completed!