The forest was a mess after the storm, with broken branches, fallen trees, and vines that had been torn into pieces...... But for Sesyana, the chaos gave him more clues than the clean reef and sand outside.

He watched with his eyes, touched with his fingers, discerning the subtle breaths in the air, and every trace made a clear picture in his mind—the elf who had survived the storm was still panicking as it rushed into the woods, as if some danger were chasing him. He was hasty, fast, and didn't try to hide his tracks, maybe he didn't have time, maybe he didn't care...... There were a few strands of dark green silk that had been ripped off from the branches, proving that it was not Lance or Norvi. The absence of blood means that there are no injuries, at least no serious external injuries. No one seems to be chasing him either, what the hell is he afraid of?......

Sesyana couldn't help but look behind her, but she was met by the questioning faces of Rosa and Naria.

He didn't say a word along the way, and they didn't ask anything.

The elf opened his mouth, feeling as if he needed to explain something, but he didn't know where to start, and finally turned his head and continued on in silence.

The woods along the river seem to be dense and vast from the other side, but when you climb over a small hillside, you can see a large gentle meadow in the gap between the trees, and after the rainstorm, the grass leaves covered with water droplets reflect the sunlight, looking peaceful and full of life.

Sesyana paused hesitantly at the edge of the woods and meadows. There is a human village in the middle of the meadow, and you can see it from afar. The people of the village are busy repairing the roof that has been destroyed by the storm. An elf would not normally intrude into a human village - not just because he didn't like humans very much, but because human curiosity always leads to unexpected trouble......

But all the clues point to the village - maybe the surviving elves desperately need some help?

"Shouldn't we go get some news?"

Behind him. Naria finally couldn't help but ask.

"You can stay here and wait for us...... I don't think there's any danger in that village. Rosa thoughtfully added.

Sesyana really didn't want to deal with strangers, and he still hated that curious look...... But after a moment's hesitation, he shook his head.

"I'll go with you. He said.

As soon as they entered the village, they received the attention of almost everyone, especially Sesyana. He never liked to hide his elven features with a hood or hair, and his pointed ears stood out with neat black hair.

The village was apparently remote, with few outsiders, and the people of the village were wary of strangers - not to mention a non-human one. The grown-ups turned heads and ears. Whispering, the little ones show their wide-eyed half-faces behind the fence or windowsill, and every gaze that looks at them is curious and cautious to keep their distance. No one came up to talk.

Naria was still trying to find a friendly face, and Rosa had already raised her voice bluntly, "Don't be nervous, friends, we have a storm on the Vinez River. Just looking for a lost companion - I wonder if you've ever found anything around?"

After a moment of silence. Finally someone answered, "You should ask Lady Raven, she knows everything." ”

"White crow?" Naria repeated the ominous-sounding title in confusion.

"She lives in the woods over there, a stone castle, easy to find. "Someone raised their hand to point them in the right direction.

"Sounds like a mage. Rosa whispered in Naria's ear, "The reclusive mage is like ...... Like dragons, they will treat a large area around them as their territory, and nothing will escape their ears and eyes. Maybe this Raven Lady can really tell us something...... But there is likely to be a strange price to pay. ”

Sesyana's face was gloomy and he didn't say a word—he hated mages. Especially the mages of the human race.

Nalya nodded dryly. Inglis Neff in the Valley of Ambition was described by everyone as a grim old man, but the old mage was very kind to Is. This made her a lot less prejudiced against mages.

"This 'Lady Raven,'" she asked, smiling, "what kind of gifts does she like?"

There was another long silence, and at last an old man with a cane answered her in an old, rough voice: "Nothing. ”.

According to the villagers, if you go into the woods and follow a path all the way down, you will see the castle of the white crows.

"There is a lot of walking on this road. Sethyana spoke suddenly.

The road under your feet was fairly solid and smooth, not much muddy even after a heavy rain, and wider than the only road in the village.

"Maybe the people of the village often come to her for help?" Narya guessed optimistically.

"A mage who is very popular, takes what he wants, and doesn't want anything?" Rosa shook her head, "We'd better be careful." ”

The trail is cut off at the end of a small stream, and the rushing water almost rises up to the stone bridge that crosses the stream. Walking across the stone bridge, the road surface is impressively paved with regular stones, which is even more beautiful than the main road of Visa.

Naria's eyes widened in surprise, but Rosa frowned slightly.

"It's not normal. She said.

And in her experience, anything that isn't normal means more trouble.

"We'd better go back and tell Fili first. She cautiously advised.

"Oh, if only we can go back before dark, as promised. Naria said disapprerovingly, "Aren't all mages a little abnormal? ”

Rosa smiled faintly and didn't say anything more.

The road winds its way uphill, up a slope, and then suddenly descends straight down, and after several turns, it suddenly opens up in front of you, but everyone stops at the same time.

Even Naria didn't expect that the White Crow's castle was a real castle - and it wasn't the eerie and dilapidated castle of the legend.

As the name suggests, it is almost pure white, not as majestic as Christenburg, but delicate as if it had been made by an elf, resting quietly at the end of the road. The peaks that surround it are not very high, but they are large enough to shade its thin spires, and many waterfalls hang upside down from the surrounding peaks and fall into the deep mountain stream between it and the castle, and the mist rising from the water makes the white castle even more mysterious.

"Maybe it's not a mage who lives here, but some reclusive nobleman?" Narya could only guess.

"You don't know until you go in. Rosa's eyes narrowed, and she seemed to be more interested.

It is an undefended castle. As she approached it, the unusual silence made Naria uneasy. There were no guards on the walls, and every window was closed as far as the eye could see, as if no one were living at all. The gray stone walls are crawling with all kinds of climbing plants, which seem to have existed here for a long time, and they are as clean and tidy as if they were newly built, and there is no sign of collapse, but there is no sound.

Naria hesitated and tapped on the half-open gate, and the two gates opened silently as her knuckles touched the sleek, freshly oiled wooden door.

“...... I'm Naria Kavo, and I'm my friend Rosa, and the elf Cesyana, and I'm visiting the Raven...... Madame, I hope to have your guidance. ”

Naria stood in front of the door and spoke aloud, as Eren had told her, and it was best to make it clear what she meant when entering a stranger's house without determining whether the other person was friend or foe.

She didn't expect an answer. But on the pavement in front of me, white roses bloom from the cracks in the stones, extending inward, like some kind of silent invitation.

“...... Even if he is really a mage, the master here does not look bad. The incredible sight made Narya excited and let her guard down.

Rosa smiled silently, and Sesyana clenched the hilt of her sword at her waist without saying a word, but no one stopped Narya from walking briskly along the flower-filled stone path into the castle.

As the sun was about to set, Philip Zeri looked more and more often into the woods to the southeast, and began to regret that he had promised to let the young men go in search of any surviving elves.

It wasn't that he didn't believe in Sethiana's abilities, nor did he distrust the female warrior who always had a faint smile on her lips, but after searching the remnants of the Silent Voice, he clearly found traces of a fight...... And the corpse, which was stuck under the hatch, belonged to one of the two sword dancers.

He didn't know his name, but he recognized his face, and although the other party had hardly looked at him, looking at that miserable white, lifeless face still made him feel heavy.

He ...... to Sean He had promised Ed that he would keep Norway and Tess safe, but now, he didn't know if he had failed.

The elf had a small wound on the back of his head, clean and clean, barely bleeding. If the enemy could kill a Sword Dancer so easily, Norvi and Tess would probably be unlucky......

He shouldn't have promised Naria!

"Hey, knight, hasn't the girl who can cook come back yet?" someone yelled at him by the campfire.

Filly suddenly realized that it was already dark.

His heart seemed to sink with the sun. What if something happens to Naria again...... The ice dragon would probably swallow him in one bite without hesitation.

The paladin walked heavily towards the riverbank, spitting smoke rings at the unfinished Jayne.

He couldn't wait any longer, "patience" was never his strong suit.

By the campfire, Akan Huoran got up, and Mochi squirmed in his arms, then suddenly raised his head, and in a clear voice, let out a long cry.

(To be continued......)