At that time, the dawn was faintly dewed, the morning mist was filled, and the blacksmith stood blankly in the middle of the mountain forest, confused. What had just happened was unreasonable, like a dream, but it was clearly true—his curly, charred beard was enough to prove it. He had the urge to turn around and go back to find out what he knew, and hesitated, but he still went to join his companions according to the original plan.

Curiosity is a precious nature, but recklessness is not. He also has his own things to do, and he can't leave everything behind to be a wayward adventurer.

Later he remembered it more than once, but did not have time to return to the valley to find the secret hidden in the darkness, and at the same time was careful not to tell anyone.

His instincts told him that this "secret" was not something that ordinary people could deal with, and that he, a priest with only a few simple spells, and his companions, who were mostly ordinary hunters and farmers, had their own powers, but they were vulnerable to powerful magic.

It's not an area they can get their hands on.

"If you don't dare, you don't dare, and you don't need to explain so much. ”

Isis circled around, knocking left and right, and said casually.

He had no ill intentions, and he did feel that such a decision was not wrong. Kormit could hear it, but he was still choking a little tight.

He felt that this dragon could study more human language arts.

After a few moments, Is, who had found nothing, cast his gaze deeper into the valley. The murmuring of the stream reverberates through the hollow walls of the rocks, and this thin stream of water is mostly just a collection of rainwater, or a spring gushing out of somewhere...... But fish in the water are not found in any inaccessible place.

In fact, this fish is usually only found in underground lakes and dies quickly once exposed to bright sunlight.

He suddenly remembered the original, failed adventure with Ed and Naria—a place that resembled the river underground.

A slight sense of nostalgia and regret diluted the anxiety that rose faintly, and he turned back to Kormit and asked, "Do you want to try it out as an adventurer for a day?...... Maybe you'll find another talent for yourself. ”

The blacksmith nodded calmly, tightened his belt, and took a steady step to keep up with the young man's footsteps.

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After almost half a day of trying, Kormit felt that, whether he had become an adventurer's soul or not, it was almost certain that his body was not very suitable for adventure - the third time he got stuck in the crevice.

"I know a big man, as tall as a barbarian, and much stronger than you, who can run around in a dwarven cave. Isis said.

Kormit was sucking desperately, unable to tell whether it was encouragement or teasing.

Speaking of which, he also uses a hammer. Isis reached out to cover the rock wall, and the rapid freezing made the hard rock crack, "When I couldn't squeeze through, I smashed all the stones that stood in my way with a hammer." ”

The rubble fell with a clatter, and the blacksmith, who had finally squeezed through the crack in the stone, was panting and wanted to hit him on the head with a hammer. There is a book shortage

But as a mature and steady middle-aged man, he just straightened his worn clothes and looked into the deeper darkness behind Is.

They had penetrated deep into the valley, to be exact, into the belly of the mountain. The valley was not a crack between two mountains, but a crack in the mountains, washed out by the current, and the more he went up, the weaker the light above his head became, and now it was so dark that he couldn't see anything clearly.

The blacksmith rubbed his hands together - he still knew how to do light and flame. But before he could cast the spell, Iss snapped his fingers.

A small flame burst out of the darkness. It swayed at Is's fingertips for a while, swaying and floating, and floated forward as if it had been pulled back by an invisible thread, and circled several times above Is's head before it stopped.

It swelled a little, still small, but bright enough, not the kind of white flame made by spells, without temperature, but a real fire, swaying around with the air current, changing shape merrily.

The firelight shone on Is's face with surprise, as if even he himself had not expected such an outcome. When he realized Kormit's gaze, the surprise immediately turned to nonchalance. Kormit looked at him silently, holding back his words.

It's normal for an ice dragon to be able to manipulate fire...... To be honest, if it weren't for Is's own expression, he would have felt that way.

He is not Travis, and his knowledge of magical creatures such as dragons is extremely limited.

Thinking of his friend who had not been heard from again, his heart sank, and he quickly cheered up again.

Soon after, the surroundings were completely dark, no light could penetrate any more, and the space became narrower and narrower. At one point, Kormit feared that his first, or only, adventure would end in the middle of nowhere, but when he stooped over another slit, it dawned on him.

Isis didn't seem to have full control over the flames above his head. The warm yellow clump of fluffy birds, like a fiery one, always flew forward vigorously, and then was dragged back by Is's black face. At this moment, the small flame swelled again, like the hair on its whole body, and flew out, illuminating the entire dark space in an instant.

The light of the fire flowed through the four walls. In that brief moment, Kormit was astonished to find that the place that was in an extremely regular semicircle, and which was wider than the hall of the Temple of Nesses, the rocks as far as the eye could see, except for the ground paved with flowing water, were all the charred black they had just seen that had been burned to the point of melting and solidifying, and even glowing with a lustre.

Before the light of the fire was gone, he leaned down to pick up a stone from the water that had been smoothed by the current.

"It's ...... Obsidian?"

The fire had flown too far, and Iss was trying to pull the overexcited guy back, and after a while he replied, "Yes...... Do you know what obsidian is called?"

"Long Jing. Kormit replied, putting the stone in his pocket—it was a pretty good souvenir.

Maybe it's because you've been prepared...... Or with the hope of some exciting discovery, he was now very calm.

The small flame flew back, pulling a bright, meteor-like arc in the darkness and slamming it directly into Is's chest...... Then he came out of his back, and began to circle around them frantically under the blacksmith's shocked gaze.

If it could make a sound, Kormit thought it would probably pierce their eardrums with its happy screams.

"It has ...... His own consciousness?" he finally couldn't help but ask, "Is this a little fire elf?"