Ancrane stood silently, staring directly at the dagger in front of him, not moving—even though another shadow came out behind him silently like a ghost, quietly holding the dagger to the back of his neck, he didn't even blink an eye. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The sharp weapons didn't even cut through his skin...... They couldn't have hurt him, because it seemed to them that it was the body of the Norvi Sunstrider.

The body of a lucky person who is loved.

He saw a hint of frustration in Tess Amber eyes, but more of ...... As she herself often says, the stubbornness of "holding on to the end".

Even he didn't realize that there was a little incomprehensible smile on his lips as he calmly disappeared from front of them.

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"Tess!"

Nalya breaks through the door, and all she sees is red-haired girls staring at each other with weapons and shadow dancers who always lack a sense of presence.

“...... What are you doing?"

She asked.

“...... Didn't do anything. ”

Tess withdrew her hand and lazily tossed the dagger and caught it, "Just trying to see how fast he is." ”

Naria turned her puzzled gaze to the elf, but the elf just bowed her head silently.

"Fenway?" Ed beckoned to him at the door, "Can you do me a favor?"

As the wooden door closed behind him, the elf could still hear Naria's low voice, "Can you stop bullying him?" I know he's hunted you before, but ......"

"What's going on?" Ed asked softly.

Fenway looked at him in amazement, not knowing how to answer—should he lie with Tess or tell the truth?

He could understand Ankran's two simple Old Elf words...... He suspected that Tess could understand it as well. Even so, he didn't understand why Tess was lying to her friends.

The human mind is too complex...... The girls' minds are probably doubly complicated.

"Ah...... Never mind. Ed scratched his head and sighed, "I need you to help me deliver a letter to the Silver Leaf King......"

He hesitated for a moment before adding softly, "A letter...... And the same thing. ”

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The "hugely popular" Ed was vaguely aware that what was waiting for him was probably not good news as he hurried to Lockburg, and the dark clouds on Filly's face quickly proved it.

"The Guardian is missing. He whispered to Ed.

Gard Carlos was not a knight who was idle just because he was the king's uncle. He was responsible for the defense of the entire Lockcastle, faithfully and diligently carrying out his duties, which made his disappearance easily noticeable—and that was probably a good thing.

"Some of the chosen knights should have taken the oath today to become the guards of Lockburg. ”

The worried Moira was no longer able to hide her haggardness, "But Guardian didn't show up, and he couldn't be found anywhere...... Where will he go?"

Ed and Filly exchanged a look. This one...... They can probably guess.

"Dad was angry, but I think he's more worried about ......" Moira hesitated, "I think he's ...... Got back to normal?"

She looked at Ed expectantly.

"He, and the little king—though the little imp is still a headache. Filly said, stabbing Ed in surprise, "What did you do?"

"Uh...... A friend. In a panic, Ed blurted out, "Nia ...... He has some way to eliminate ...... That kind of magic. ”

Filly nodded thoughtfully.

"I've heard his name. Moira smiled with fine lines in the corners of her eyes, "He's a friend of Scott's...... I hope to have the opportunity to meet him, and I should at least thank him in person. ”

You've seen it—thought Ed silently, probably more than once.

Fili's expression also became a little subtle.

"Let's find Guardian first...... Well, the Earl of Shatton said again. He said.

The little king generously gave his uncle a rich new land. At this moment, Ed only hoped that the young knight was lucky enough...... There is also a life to be sealed.

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Gard Carlos stood in the darkness, staring at the sarcophagus in front of him.

It's not absolutely dark around...... A dim and hazy light floated like mist. But that didn't diminish the fear in his heart—the fear he didn't want to admit.

He didn't know why he had come here...... Maybe he knew it at first, but now, as if he had forgotten his original purpose, he just stood there dumbfounded, listening to his teeth rattle and his heart beat as heavy as a drum.

He wasn't sure if he was still in Lockburg...... He wasn't sure if he was still in the same world.

He thought it was probably some corner of hell.

He wandered through the labyrinth for a long time before he found it...... Or maybe it was the sarcophagus that found him.

The sarcophagus was covered with runes that he couldn't read, but he at least knew it was dangerous. He should never have touched it - so his heart almost jumped out of his throat when he found his hands pressed against the edge of the lid.

But he didn't let go. There is an indescribable temptation in the midst of fear...... He desperately wanted to know what was in the sarcophagus.

He began to exert himself. The lid of the coffin was not sealed, and the sound of the stones rubbing against each other made the roots of his teeth sour, but it inexplicably encouraged him.

The lid of the coffin, which had been pushed open for the most part, lost its balance and slammed into the ground. The muffled sound made Gard wake up a little.

The warrior's instinct was awakened at the same time - he sensed danger, but at last he could not control his curiosity, grasped the hilt of his sword, and cautiously peered into the sarcophagus.

He didn't see anything clearly...... Didn't have time to see clearly. A hand suddenly reached out of the sarcophagus and grabbed him firmly by the throat.

The power doesn't look like a human at all...... The temperature wasn't human-like either.

Cold, stiff, metal-like fingers stuck in his throat, draining his warmth and life. Guardian suspected that the other party could easily break his neck...... But he didn't.

He's toying with him, he's enjoying his struggles.

The power is rapidly disappearing. In a panic, the barely drawn sword fell to the ground. Guardian desperately tried to break the pincer-like fingers, but gradually he could no longer think. The black fog in front of him was filled, and he instinctively stretched out one foot against the sarcophagus and struggled backwards.

In a trance, he heard a roar—more like the roar of a wild beast. As soon as the hand on his neck loosened, he fell backwards and slammed into the ground.

The light created by the spell pierced the darkness like lightning. Guardian gasped with difficulty, involuntarily closed his eyes and curled up in a ball, but an unexpected voice came from his buzzing ears:

"Ante Bofford...... What the hell are you going to do to die?!"

Guardian snapped his eyes open, struggling to get up.

That's Agnes' voice!

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