When Nigel came back with the "gifts", Iss had just talked about the little white fish. He tried to tell as a joke the look of horror on Kormit's face, who had grilled and eaten such a precious fish, but his dry and poor language did not accomplish the task, which made him angry and puzzled—he usually had no problem speaking, and he was even more self-taught and handy with the art of satire, why did he find the more words he tried to tell a good story, and even his mind gradually went blank?

The priest, who had appeared in time to keep him from being embarrassed, received an unexpected, overly eager gaze, and his steps unconsciously paused slightly, before he walked over and brought the long wooden box in his hand to Is.

The dark ebony box looks very plain, and the surface of the simple polish is warm and smooth, but both the value of the wood itself and the lock made of Mithril show its preciousness. Compared with the calm and low-key style, the things placed in it are too flashy.

It was a scabbard, made of pure gold, like dragon scales and flames, and inlaid with all kinds of precious stones, the largest of which was as red as blood, and illuminated Is's eyes with blood.

Undoubtedly, Yanlong's aesthetics.

If it weren't for the familiarity of this length, Iss would probably have scoffed.

He grabbed the scabbard and looked at Nigel, the surprise in his eyes froze into suspicion. Ed's reaction was a beat slower than usual, and it wasn't until he noticed that the atmosphere was getting more and more wrong that he realized what was so special about the gift.

In Is's hand, there was indeed a sword that could fit into the scabbard.

— The Sword of Acton.

He struggled to remember in astonishment. It was supposed to be a secret, and no one except a few of his closest friends and loved ones knew that an ice dragon possessed such a powerful but dangerous weapon...... But if you think about it, there are actually quite a few people who can guess it, and Iss even used it with impunity when dealing with the Serpent and Ante in the underground of the Branti Library......

His slightly open mouth slowly closed again, feeling indescribable chagrin and embarrassment, and even began to reflect on how many things he thought were still "secrets", in fact, had long been known. After all, they are clearly not good at "keeping secrets".

"'Good weapons need good protection'. Nigel took in the colorful expressions of the two young men, and the corners of his eyes remained unmoving, "said the high priest. ”

To Ed, of course, this was a well-intentioned reminder, but to Is's it was more of a hidden threat. After subconsciously glancing at each other, they tacitly put aside their different understandings, and Ed opened his mouth, sincerely and politely thanking Nigel, without saying a word else, as if this precious gift had no special meaning.

The new high priest did not fail to ask much. Dressed in this heavy white robe woven with gold threads, his words and expressions were less than before, and the nature that was not as gloomy and boring as his face, which was vaguely revealed from the great truth that often choked people half to death and the subtle arc when he raised his eyebrows, seemed to be sealed under the ice, and it was as if he had also put on an invisible scabbard for himself, hiding all edge.

Ed felt a slight sense of regret, but he could also understand the weight he was carrying.

"When you need me, please don't hesitate to speak. He said.

Even without Laval's entrustment...... Even if the old man hadn't revealed the greatest secret of the Temple of Anduhe, he was willing to help Nigel in any way he could. But now he had come to understand that Laval's seemingly unnecessary actions had in fact given him more leeway.

He bowed deeply to Nigel as he left, and it wasn't just out of courtesy.

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As he stood outside the temple door, watching the backs of Ed and Iss fade away, Nigel's eyebrows began to slowly rise.

On his face, this is already the closest expression to "laughing".

The Young Sage, and ...... The young ice dragon, a powerful force that was feared and expected, was still so simple and easy to understand until now, and I didn't know whether to worry or worry. Fortunately, he is not the only one who will have this kind of trouble...... So it shouldn't be up to him to solve it.

After all, he is neither the oldest nor the strongest, and is burdened with all sorts of suspicions.

Relieved of his burden, the "unhappy priest" stroked his overweight white robe, straightened his shoulders, and walked back to his own battlefield.

Those who were caught off guard by his speedy and ignoring all opposition, and who were left to dry by him for a whole day, should have been unable to hold back.

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The morning bell struck, but the twilight did not recede.

When the time of the rising sun became more and more unpredictable, the newly returned lord of the castle issued an order to ring the bell at a fixed time like Stonebug, so that people could go about their normal lives.

This kind of "normality" seems to be a bit self-deceptive, but it can indeed make the floating people's hearts calm down a lot. Iss and Ed walked side by side in the streets that had begun to wake up, and in the midst of the various creeting noises, he whispered to his friend, "What do they mean by that?"

He wasn't actually in such a hurry, he just didn't like Ed floating around him like a ghost, silently immersed in his thoughts.

"Whatever they mean, I think it's good to take it as we want it to be. Ed said, "It's a gift, isn't it a gift to be cherished?"

“...... All right. Isis said.

Ed glanced at him in surprise. Although he was trying to explain Laval's gift in a way that Iss could accept, he didn't expect Iss to accept it so easily, and even a little impatient.

"That scabbard should have some other use. He said, "Lord Laval...... It's not just to say, 'I know about it,' and give it to you. ”

"Perhaps. Isis said, a little reluctantly, but not too resistant.

"We'll have to find a place to take a closer look...... Where the hell did you put it?" Ed asked. No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't forget the scene when Iss stuck the entire wooden box behind his back, and the long box suddenly disappeared completely.

"A space unique to a dragon. Iss replied, "It's not big, it's just a little stuff." ”

Ed was silent for a moment.

It occurred to him that he had asked this question before, but had not received an answer. And this time, he actually just asked casually, and didn't really want to know......

Today's Isse Chrissus seems to have an exceptionally good temper?