Early the next morning, Alan Carvo appeared outside Scott's door.

“...... I thought you'd never come to me again. Scott half-jokingly dragged the old man over a chair.

Alan sat down and smiled slightly awkwardly, "It's a little." It's a bit humiliating to live at this age, to think you've seen everything, to be almost killed by someone when you're about to go into the ground. But then think about it, I was already an old and lame guy, so I should face the reality early, admit my incompetence, don't get into any trouble everywhere, and find a place to spend my old age in peace...... Probably live a little longer. ”

"Don't say that, Alan. Scott smiled, "Even if you're really old and lame, you're still the last enemy many people want to face." ”

The old man grinned, "Is this some kind of comfort?"

"If you think so. Scott looked at him calmly, "But I'm guessing you're not here for comfort...... Did Nia go to you?"

"You're freaking out him. The old man admitted.

"I guess he's not going to help me deliver the message either?" Scott wasn't surprised.

"I think he's told you that it's not wise to provoke a demon from hell in this way. Alan replied.

"What he said to me was, 'Stupid as a donkey.'" Scott smiled disapprovingly, "Honestly, it's been a long time since I've been scolded like this - it's really nostalgic." ”

Among his companions, only Celebryan would usually scold so unceremoniously...... But he may no longer be anywhere in the world.

"Maybe you should listen to him. Alan sighed helplessly. "After all, no one knows hell better than he does. ”

Scott spread his hands: "According to him, Manissa is not unreasonable...... Demon, and I'm just trying to reason with her. ”

He said it, too. Hell has its own rules, demons have their own logic, do you think her reasoning and yours make sense?"

"You'll have to try to find out. ”

“...... So you're not going to give up on this stupid idea?" Alan frowned slightly, "Scott, I know you've always been a reckless and stubborn guy, but it's more than just recklessness...... What the hell are you thinking?"

"I just don't want to wait any longer. Scott replied frankly, "Do you think she would let Nia go so easily, and me who would not return the crystal?" rather than wait anxiously for the danger that would arise at some point." It's better to solve this trouble sooner, I don't have time to ......"

He stopped suddenly, a hint of panic in his eyes.

Alan didn't ask. Just looked at him in silence, looked at it for a long time, and finally shook his head: "I didn't expect to convince you, I just hope you really know what you're doing - Scott." I know you're strong enough. But power isn't everything. ”

“...... I've never forgotten this. Scott replied in a low voice.

"Then maybe I can leave with peace of mind. Allen said.

Scott jerked his head up and looked at him in amazement, suddenly overwhelmed like a child who found himself abandoned.

"You're going to ...... Where?" he stammered.

"Karnak-Christus. Alan replied, "Naria obviously doesn't want to stay here anymore...... Even if she was manipulated, giving you that sword was a heavy blow to her, and she probably finally realized that 'adventure' is not all that fun...... Plus, she heard that Tess was pregnant, and she felt she should take care of her friend...... She said that's what she's better at. ”

Scott lowered his gaze. Gradually calm down - this is better, he knows it. He just...... Some of them were stunned.

"I can give you a ride. He said.

"I would prefer to go back in the most ordinary way, leisurely and take a good look at the scenery on the road. Alan smiled, "Who knows...... Maybe this will be the last time. ”

Scott reluctantly smiled back, nodding silently.

"If Isis returns, let him come to Christesburg to find me. Alan stood up, "I've borrowed something from Inglis-Neff, maybe it's better to give it back to him sooner." ”

Scott nodded again, not daring to tell Alan that Iss might never come back...... Even if he returns, he may not hear a word from him again.

He watched in amazement as Alan left, never feeling so lonely in his life...... He was ready to face everything alone, but when the people around him who could be trusted left one by one, the loneliness that could not be dispersed still had a bone-eating chill.

He struggled to get back into the world...... Is it just to lose everything?.

Comit Ansel quickened his pace and walked towards the east gate of Bayoutown.

Kormit was a strong, middle-aged man, with gray hair but still muscular, the result of years of standing by the iron furnace and wielding a hammer. It's hard to think of such a passionate blacksmith who was also a priest of Nesses—who now no longer had to hide his identity and was respected by more people...... But he didn't feel safer.

At times he even felt that the situation was worse than when the followers of Nethers were openly hunted down by Anktan's soldiers—as if surrounded by darkness, he stood defenselessly in the crowd, not even knowing who the real enemy was.

He wasn't a timid fellow, but something wasn't right—a lot of things were getting wrong, and those doubts shook his strong will, what he had believed for decades...... And he didn't know who to talk to.

The distraught mood made him realize that he was not alone when he was about to leave the forest. Someone followed him silently, I don't know how long he had been following.

Kormit didn't stop - stopping abruptly at this moment would only make the tracker more cautious knowing that he had been discovered.

He walked over to a tree, leaned against it, pretended to take off his boots and poured out the rubble in it, and quickly recited the incantation in a very small voice.

It was a harmless detection spell. Very useful for someone like him who doesn't have a keen senses. A blurry image appeared in his mind.

The tracker wasn't alone, and was moving quickly to either side of him.

The pastor's heart sank, and he immediately realized the danger - this was not a stalk. It's an ambush!

Sharp arrows shot out of the grass with the sound of the wind. Kurmit roared and rolled forward, trying to hide behind another tree, at least avoiding attacks from one side while protecting himself.

An arrow that burrowed into his forearm distracted him. The failed spell turned into a useless burst of energy around him silently, and the priest tilted, angry that he had relied too much on the spell and abandoned the warrior's instincts—but let's be honest. He also hadn't experienced any combat in a long time.

He was ready to crash into the grass closer to him, at least to see who the enemy was, but heard an unexpected scream.

The sound stopped the rain of arrows for a moment. There was a mess in the grass on one side. It seems that the enemies suddenly began to attack each other. Kormit took advantage of the rare opportunity to hide behind another tree, full of doubts.

Another scream rang out, and Kormit watched as a man dressed as a hunter stumbled out of the shadows, staggering a few steps. Fall to the ground.

He had an arrow stuck in his neck.

Kormit marveled at the accurate arrow. While quickly tending to his wounds and protecting himself, he picked up his hammer and roared to the other side, crashing headlong into the enemy.

Before he was a blacksmith or a priest, he was a guard delivering goods to merchants, and everyone said he fought like a barbarian. Years later, he suddenly found that the hammer was far less than the iron that smashed people, and his reflexes were far less agile than when he was younger...... The frustration is somewhat there. Still, he managed to knock one enemy to the ground and turn his head to deal with the other two.

One of them had barely raised his sword when he fell to his knees with a muffled grunt. An arrow pierced through him diagonally. Apparently right in the heart. The other hesitated, then turned and fled.

Without thinking, Kormit threw a hammer at his back—he might have been gentler in normal times, and might have even spared him, but now, the blood of his former warrior was boiling.

His strength is still very strong. The heavy hammer broke the enemy's spine, and the terrible muffled sound made Kormit suddenly regret it.

He doesn't like to kill...... Even when I was young and vigorous, I never liked it.

He walked over and hesitated for a moment before pulling the hammer out of the motionless corpse. He had made the hammer himself, and his name was engraved on it, and it should not be thrown here.

When he turned around, he saw a tall young man standing not far away, looking at him in silence.

The young man was in his mid-twenties, with a handsome face, short sandy hair, and his blackened blue eyes that were not warm in the sunlight that leaked through the leaves.

He was armed with a bow, but did not seem to intend to attack him.

“...... I'm guessing you're not with them?" Kormit gestured to the corpse on the ground.

The young man shook his head indifferently, took a few steps closer, and held out a hand to him.

“...... What?" Kurmit asked, confused.

"Money. The young man replied simply and confidently, "I saved you." ”

Kormit was stunned for a moment, and suddenly there was some irony.

He shook his head, took out a few silver coins from his pocket, looked at the young man's unwithdrawn hand and the obvious dissatisfaction on his face, and silently added a few more gold coins.

"I'm grateful you came to the rescue, but that's all I have. He said.

The young man slipped the coin into the placket of his coat without a sound, turned around and walked away, leaving Kurmit alone in a daze.

The priest looked at the corpses all over the ground. He didn't know them, they might just be ordinary robbers and didn't even know who he was...... But it may not be.

And the young man who suddenly appeared...... He was sure he hadn't met him, but for some reason he felt familiar.

Was he an enemy too? Did he save him just to earn his trust? But it didn't look like it, and he was almost out of sight......

"Hey! Wait!"

Before he could decide what he was going to do, Kormit was screaming.

(To be continued......)