Scott walked down the stone steps and raised a torch to illuminate the dark space.

He seemed to hear something...... But that's probably because of his own weakness.

He looked at the burning torch and wondered if he should extinguish it, after all, what he was doing now didn't seem to be so blatant, but sneakily groped in the dark...... He might as well get things done as soon as possible.

Standing in front of his sarcophagus, Scott frowned slightly. He believed he had a place in Sean Fletcher's heart, and he was moved by it, but the sarcophagus ...... I'm afraid it didn't just exist to mourn him.

His senses were growing sharper and sharper—the power that was in his blood was changing him little by little, sometimes panicking him, sometimes making him confident. He immediately felt the power of magic when he touched the lid of the coffin before, faint, but unquestionable. But only one of the swords he used as a paladin had magic on it...... He will never get it back.

Ed rambles on to tell him about Sean's unusual behavior before he disappears, but he wonders if Sean is really hiding something here. Sean Fletcher certainly had a lot of secrets - he had to, but he probably wouldn't hide them that way.

He hesitated for a moment, and was about to throw down the torch and lift the lid of the coffin, when a familiar voice sounded at the entrance to the tomb.

Scott Crieses...... Why did you come back?"

Scott unconsciously took a step back and followed the prestige. In the dim light, Icabard's white-robed figure looked like a ghost.

“...... Why do you still like to sneak up behind others so much!" he asked angrily.

To be honest, he didn't hide much of his whereabouts. It was no surprise to be found, but ...... What if he were going to open the sarcophagus in front of him? It wasn't even blasphemy—it was his own coffin!

"Or should I ask, where did you come from?" said Icabard, walking slowly. He didn't pay attention to his rhetorical question at all, and his eyes flashed with a strange light.

“...... From Tonbuch?" Scott replied coldly, with a vague sense of foreboding.

He didn't like Icabird...... Probably no one liked it, but no one could deny the talent of this unassuming pastor. Beneath his mediocre appearance and indifferent expression lies an extraordinary perception and astonishing fanaticism, and from a young age, he has always persistently sought answers to all his questions...... It can always be found, too.

- What answer did he find in him?

"You're not dead...... pastor stared at him. A low voice came with a chill, "But it's not alive either...... Who the hell are you?—what the hell are you?"

Scott stood stiff, the light blue in his eyes receding like water. Revealing the golden sand beneath it.

"You have great power...... "You have great power," the priest murmured, holding out a hand to him as if he could touch something in the air, "I can feel it...... Unbelievably powerful...... But it doesn't belong to you -- just like you don't belong here. ”

Scott still stared at him without saying a word. Grip the torch tightly. The light of the fire trembled slightly, flickering and flickering in the windless burial chamber.

Icabold fell silent, and the gaze at Scott was more like he was staring at something else, which made Scott creep...... He was also angry.

He took a step forward, then hesitantly stopped. He can't do it here...... He can't do anything to the person in front of him.

“...... You don't have to hesitate to decide whether or not to kill me. Icabold spoke again, his originally aggressive tone suddenly softened, and his words were a little clueless: "Your secret is safe...... Let alone. What do I know? The world is so big...... But it is only an insignificant one in countless worlds. ”

He bowed slightly to Scott. Calmly turn and leave.

Scott watched in amazement as his figure disappeared down the stone steps. He didn't know if he could trust Ikabard...... But what can he do with him?

He had been reminded that he had to leave everything behind in order to move on – he had not been able to do it, and he could not have done it. His past and future are entangled in each other, and the only feasible path is shrouded in fog and no direction...... And he had no way back.

The torches gradually went out, and panic and darkness slowly spread up, drowning him entirely.

His hand subconsciously reached for the hilt of the sword at his waist, but it touched the leather waist bag on the edge of the sword bag, and his fingers were slightly numb - he suddenly felt cold and remembered the thing he had hidden in his waist bag...... and another possibility.

Ed had always suspected that the attack on the night of May Day had nothing to do with the necromancer...... He may be right.

When Scott popped up, Copas Fenton didn't appear too surprised.

He had grown accustomed to Scott coming and going with his teleportation technique with almost no restrictions, and although he was not without a little apprehension about it, he knew very well that Scott would not listen to him at all, so he wisely kept silent.

- But Scott came in anger.

By the time he realized this, he had been grabbed by Scott and pushed backwards, pressing against the wall.

"You did it?"

Scott's voice was low and unusually calm, but there was unmistakable anger in his eyes that had turned completely golden.

It seems that he has learned how to better control his power - and that is something to celebrate, otherwise Copas suspects that he has now been burned to the wall.

"What do you want to ask?" he asked calmly, "I've done a lot of things lately - without asking for your consent, of course, because most of the time, I don't even know where you are...... Sage. ”

He did not deny that it was some kind of accusation - one that probably angered Scott even more. But he's fed up with what he's doing. Things change rapidly, success or failure is unpredictable, and the most powerful leader they can rely on seems to have completely forgotten to give him strength...... and another life, which god is it?

"Borena Dejuri. Scott stared at him, name after name popping out of his lips, "Rowell Turner." Tim ...... Reginord. You sent someone to attack the Temple of Collins in the guise of a necromancer? You cut that crack in the Island of the Holy Sepulchre?...... Where did you get Sean?!"

He roared, and there was a blazing killing intent in his golden eyes that were getting closer and closer.

Even Coppas was daunted by this—though he was as sure Scott needed him as he needed Scott...... But there was no guarantee that Scott would remember this in his rage.

"I've heard about what happened at the Temple of Ston Butch and admit that things seem to be going in our favor. He remained calm and unresistant, and his slow pace sounded calm and sincere, "But you know exactly what we had planned, and it's slow but reliable...... I've been working on this for almost two decades. Do you really think I'd choose to give it up and face a situation that is out of my control? And one thing should be clear to you - I could have chosen another way...... but chose to believe you. Copas' arm at his side trembled slightly, but he never looked away.

He watched as the dazzling golden color faded. Showing the light blue of the original water color, there is still surprise and emotion in my heart.

Scott slowly let go of him, took a step back, and hung his head in silence for a long moment. Only then did he squeeze out stiffly: "I'm sorry." ”

“...... I accept. "Kopaslala pulls his own robes. Secretly relieved.

He considered whether to stop there or take the opportunity to make Scott understand that he was no longer a paladin of the water god, nor was he just the brother of an ice dragon and the uncle of another sage...... In mid-air, a dark light suddenly swept through.

Scott threw him a small thing. It was only when he received it that Copas saw what it was, and he couldn't help but shake his hand, almost causing it to fall to the ground.

“...... Don't worry, it's just a fragment. Scott glanced at him coldly, clearly angry.

"Even if it's just a fragment, it still has power that should not be underestimated. "Copas had to warn him seriously. Carefully tucked the blade, which looked like a broken blade, into a heavy tin box.

There was already another fragment in the box, the part that was close to the hilt. It still retains its original shape intact. The new piece is only the length of the index finger, and the narrow one is the sharpest edge, which looks so thin that it is almost transparent, and the pattern left by thousands of hammer blows is like flowing water, and it seems to be changing every moment.

Ancient skills, annihilated legends...... Thousands of years later, they are still seeking the help of their long-lost power.

"Where did you find that?" asked Copas as he closed the tin box.

"Tonbuch. Scott replied casually, his gaze still full of questions.

Copas was stunned: "This is the Lockburg piece?"

"Any questions?" asked Scott impatiently.

“...... I remember we talked to someone else to get it. ”

"'Others'...... How long does it take for others to get into Rockburg? and that's a breeze for me. Scott clearly didn't think there was anything wrong with his behavior.

Copas could only shake his head with a wry smile, suppressed a sigh, and changed the subject: "I got the news, we may have found another piece...... Maybe you'll be able to get it more easily than others. ”

Scott frowned slightly.

"It's in the hands of the red-haired female thief...... Tess Shepard. Copas turned his gaze away, but didn't miss any subtle reaction from Scott.

"I don't know where she got it...... he continued, as if nothing happened, "but she probably doesn't know what it is." She even tried to assassinate Payne Silverleaf with it...... It's hard to imagine what would have happened if you had been stabbed. Maybe you'd better get it back as soon as possible. It is too dangerous in the hands of those who do not understand its power. Tess is your brother's friend...... In fact, I think she and the elf are in need of your help - I just received a message from the Antlers Forest before you showed up, and our elven friends seem to be in trouble. ”.

(To be continued......)