A cold sweat broke out instantly, and Kormit rushed forward and pressed Kelion's hand hard, in exchange for an angry glare from the young man.

Kurmit would have been tempted to grit his ears and ask him if he was insane, they really didn't need to make more enemies for themselves right now - especially when they were still using Beranti's mage powers!

But when it came out, it changed to "Are you sure your weapons will work for these mages?"

Kellian frowned slightly, and relaxed his bowstring.

Kormit secretly breathed a sigh of relief. After these days, he had somewhat mastered a knack for dealing with the young man, and yelling and questioning were far less useful than calm reasoning—and he was sure that Kellian was not a madman who would deliberately make trouble for no reason.

"You know him?"

He looked at the black-haired young man.

“...... No. Kellian squeezed out the one-word reply.

The muscles in the corners of Kormit's eyes twitched involuntarily - so you just like to save people?

"Don't be impulsive. He said, "If you're trying to help that young man...... I don't think the situation is bad enough to use force, and that a rash move would cause him more trouble. ”

Kellian didn't say anything, just silently lowered his bow.

The only thing Kormit was thankful for at the moment was that no one seemed to notice their side, and the mage was completely unaware that he had been targeted, and all his attention was completely focused on the other person.

"Answer my question!" he snapped.

The young man standing opposite him seemed startled and shook his hand in a panic: "But." I didn't open it, the door was open when I walked over, so I thought it was passable......"

“...... Then why are you running away?"

"Ugh. I've been told that the mages here are amazing...... You rushed out so suddenly...... I think I was scared. The young man admitted with a little shame.

The mage fell silent, his eyes still full of doubt.

"Come with me. After a few moments, he said, "We'll figure it out...... You'd better not be lying. ”

The young man looked a little depressed, but he didn't look like he was going to resist.

He walked over dejectedly, but on the other side of the meadow, someone hurried over.

"Your Excellency!" the visitor shouted at him. "You're here! I thought you ......."

He stopped abruptly, as if finally realizing that something was wrong.

"Lord Bussman. He bowed slightly to the mage, politely. But it wasn't respectful, "I didn't know you were here." ”

“...... Mistress Girrod. The mage saluted him back, unconsciously glancing at the young man again, "This is ...... Your guests?"

"Lord Singhal is a guest of the Krofler family. Girold replied. "I was just ordered to accompany him here to have a look. ”

"Singer......" mused the mage. With unexpected eyes, he carefully looked at the unsurprising young man in front of him again, then nodded and said lightly: "Since it is a guest of the Croiffler family, this is probably indeed a misunderstanding...... I'm sorry. ”

The young man shook his head repeatedly: "It's me who shouldn't be messing around, I hope it doesn't cause you any trouble." ”

His humility and sincerity were so natural, as if they were completely visceral, that Kormit couldn't help but be a little surprised. The man who was known as Girold was apparently a knight of no low rank, and he accompanied him as a distinguished guest of the Croeffler family. There is no need to be so polite to the mage of Beranti, after all. It is still the ruling place of the Croiffler family.

What's more, his surname is Singel...... There are only a handful of people who have this surname and can still be honored as a guest by the old and proud Crooffler.

Kormit glanced at Kellian stealthily, and felt more and more that his guess might not be so outrageous.

The mage, who had been cold-faced, finally smiled slightly, but there seemed to be a trace of contempt in his smile. He nodded to Singal and Giraud, and turned away with his staff.

Singhal patted his chest and exhaled. Girold walked up to him and whispered something in his ear, and the young man kept shaking his head and laughing awkwardly.

They talked in a whisper and walked away. Kellian stared at their backs for a moment, then turned to look at the mage who was going in the other direction, and the angry look in his eyes made Kormit very uneasy—he still looked eager to shoot an arrow at the mage who couldn't be offended.

"It's time for us to go back. He had to remind Kellian that they had their own troubles, "If something happens, Travis doesn't have any ability to protect himself." ”

Kerion picked up his longbow and turned around and walked back.

When they returned to the side hall, Duru was still sitting there, his eyes glazed and distracted, but Travis was gone.

"He said he had to confirm one thing. Durughan cheered up and told Kormit, "It will take a little time, but he will not be in danger...... He told us to wait for him here. ”

Kellian began to frown—he didn't like to wait. But after Kormit sat back in his original position, he sat down anyway, turned his head and continued to look out the window in a daze.

Kormit felt that it was not the crisis they were facing.

After repeatedly explaining to Girrod that the "dutiful" mage had not "offended" him, Ed felt a little parched.

He really didn't want anyone to pursue the matter anymore, whether it was the mage or Giron.

"If you want to consult any of the books there, we can go back at any time and have no worries. The Croavellers have the same powers, and they don't need the consent of the mages. Giron stressed to him again.

Ed couldn't help but want to smile bitterly.

Although not overtly apparent, the knight in his early thirties seems to have a dislike for "those mages".

"I'm just curious. He said, making himself look uninterested, "I'll talk about it next time." ”

Girrod nodded, looking at him curiously and respectfully.

"I've heard that the mages have set traps on the door...... That doesn't seem to be of much use to you. ”

Ed could only giggle and pass by.

He really didn't open that door...... But he couldn't tell Giraud that, or the serious knight would probably really go to the mage for his unwarranted slander.

He was grateful to the Croifflers for honoring him as if he were the Sage of the Water God, the one who had performed miracles in Llewellyn and brought their king back from the dead...... Although rumors about him and the Temple of Collins have long been here.

He had just returned from Cam two days earlier. Before that, he went to the Silver Tooth Mine, where Mock gave him a very warm welcome, but he didn't get the news he wanted.

Mork was indeed the last to see Is—it ran to the dwarf to ask for the corpse of the silver fang, the ice dragon it had killed.

Silverfang's corpse is gone...... It's like Anglamaras Iceman.

Ed really wanted to grab Scott's shirt and ask him what he wanted to do, but honestly, he didn't dare—and he couldn't get an answer from Scott.

He could only try to find Is—it was much harder than the last time. And in this matter, Scott can't help much.

His spells lured Ed to the Valley of Ambition. Inglis did not refuse Ed's entry and frankly admitted that he interfered with Scott's spells.

"It's resolute, and I hope that one day it will protect this valley for me, so how can I refuse it?" the old mage said with a sly squint, "and if you can bring it back, I'd be willing to disarm the spell." ”

Ed reluctantly thanked him.

Later, with the help of Borenna, he pursued the Silver Tooth Mountains with the help of Ethan Crooffler's omnipresent intelligence network. But after flying away from the Silver Tooth Mountains, Isis vanished.

"Maybe it's my fault. "It wanted to ask for something, and I seemed to tell it that if it appeared in dragon form, it would get quite limited information...... But it might go to a village in the Windwhispering Forest. ”

The dwarf also told him, "Maybe you don't have to worry so much about your friends...... It looks calm, and it's a dragon after all. ”

Ed didn't let that put him at ease.

"It looks cool. ”...... That could be worse!

He had traveled to the few villages in the Windwhispering Forest, but no one had seen a young man with blond hair and blue eyes and an unhappy face.

Frustrated, he returned to Cam when he heard a message from Balach.

A Croiffler servant is found dead in his own home, but in a very strange way - he has been frozen into a statue.

That sounded like the ice dragon's spitting. Ed couldn't wait to run to Balach, but Ethan had already sent someone to find out the results. The whole thing has nothing to do with Is, it's just a tragedy caused by the misuse of magical items.

Ethan had his mother Penelope give him the magic item, a blackened silver flute, to Ed, who thinks Borena is right, and that Ethan Croeffler will always make you think he has some bad intentions, even if he is doing good.

Penelope is a calm and silent hostess, but also very considerate. She asked Girold to accompany Ed to the Blante Library for a break—it would have been a good idea.

Blandi was a nice place, and it reminded Ed of the library that Ante Bofort wanted to build on a whim...... If you can choose a suitable location and transfer the books in the Black Tower, you may indeed be able to become another Beranti, but I'm afraid no one will remember which king had this plan in the first place.

The sudden confusion of his thoughts made him trance-like for a while. What brought him back to his senses was a figure he hadn't expected to see here.

(To be continued......)