The huge black sarcophagus exudes an ominous aura. The paladin, who was not afraid of ghosts, took a curious step forward, and then retreated in a wrenched manner under Scott's helpless gaze.

He has paid enough for his impulsiveness today...... No, he didn't even know what he had paid for.

"I thought the king's graves were all in the Valley of the Fallen Star......" he muttered to himself.

The successive kings of the Boford family are buried in the Valley of the Meteorfall. It was a peaceful valley southwest of Tonbuch, a sacred place blessed by the gods...... At least that's what the Boffords believe - or at least make people think they do.

Fili Zeri didn't know what to believe.

When Scott told him it was a "grave", he thought it was a description. He knew he was passing through a door made by magic, but it felt like he had always thought he was still underneath Rockburg...... And this is really a tomb.

The sarcophagus is engraved with the name of the deceased - Doren Bofford.

The "Mage King", who had set up an amazing spell protection in Lockburg, died peacefully in his bed. Although he was not buried in the Valley of the Fallen Star, as it is said in the stories that have been circulated in Ston Buch, and even in the whole of Rutgar, his sarcophagus is not carved with a heroic figure in armor, but with layers of mysterious runes.

"You know?" said Agnes with some gusto, "I've heard a bizarre story that King Doren didn't die at all, he just got rid of his status as a king and put on a mage's robes. He lived under the name 'Kerman Santo' for a long time, and probably still roams the world today...... Or some other world. ”

"Kerman?" Filly frowned suspiciously, "I think I've heard the name." ”

"Kerman Santo. 'The Great Stone Shaper'...... One of the first three mages to build Archmage Tower of Neo. "Don't young people even know about this anymore?"

Filly, who was not very young, smiled wryly.

"Interestingly, the people of the Archmage's Tower have always been secretive about this, somewhat acquiescing—after all, there was a founder who was once a king, and it was worth pretending to be complacent. Agnes continued with a smile, "Anyway...... The inside of that coffin was empty. ”

“...... Have you opened it and seen it?" asked Fili.

"That's what I was told. Agnes replied nonchalantly. "If you don't believe me, why don't you open it and look at it?"

Filly snorted. At least for now, he didn't have that intention...... Agnes apparently knew this, too.

No matter how much truth there is in the legend. At this moment, the sarcophagus that Phili saw in front of him indeed had layers of runes on it, winding and intertwining with strange patterns. More than anything he couldn't figure out, what attracted him more was the runes around the sarcophagus - just as incomprehensible. But...... It looks familiar.

He glanced at Scott unconsciously. Scott was staring indifferently at the torch in Charrell's hand - after no longer worrying about being discovered, Charrell naturally lit the torch, and the warm flame was indeed much more reassuring.

Scott is getting better at disguising, but he still can't fool those who know him well. He was obviously aware of the existence of this place, but he didn't tell Fili a word...... It's infuriating.

The paladin had countless questions on his mind, but he could only remain silent at the moment. Even if Charrell could be trusted, there were more and more mysteries in Agnes.

"It's central. Charrell's slightly hoarse voice rang out, "A square labyrinth." Round altars, some places can only be out. Some places are only accessible. I haven't been able to find all the doors...... Of course, there are people who know more about these than I do. ”

He wasn't looking at Scott, he was looking at Agnes.

The Countess Maurice lazily turned her gaze to the side, not bothering to pay attention at all.

She has no fear. Even if she really had anything to do with Lydia, all they could do was give her to her father and sister...... What's more, they were also considered to have fought against each other just now.

"The nearest exit leads to the sewer. Charrell calmly withdrew his gaze, "If it were just me, I would have chosen that exit, but ......"

He didn't put the words to the ground. Obviously, a sage, a paladin, a countess, a thief...... Such a combination appears in the sewers and is simply more striking than it appears in Lockburg.

"Do you know where you came from?" he turned to Scott, "the same place...... There will always be exits at different locations. ”

Scott looked at him for a moment, but didn't answer.

“...... All right. Charrell shrugged, "We're out of Westport." ”.

The old wharf of Westport, which was abandoned because of the diversion of the river, is deserted. Filly glanced back...... I took another look.

There was nothing behind him. No tapestries, no walls...... Not even a single tree.

They had passed through a stone wall, but they just appeared out of thin air.

"What magic, isn't it?" said Agnes' exaggerated tone, with a hint of mockery.

Filly smiled at her unconcernedly, not paying attention to it.

He really didn't know much about magic, and he didn't want to spend time exploring its secrets. He cared about something more practical—what was the use of such an ingenious magical structure built around a sarcophagus, most likely empty?

It's definitely not the same as the secret passage in Lockburg.

Scott probably knows...... If only he would have told him.

"You should talk to old Joey. Scott was whispering to Charrell, "Your friends are worried about you. ”

...... Your friends are worried about you too!

"I thought you'd tell me to stop going where you shouldn't be. Charrell looked at him calmly, "Lord Sage. ”

"When I was a child, you were already known as adventurers across the continent. Scott smiled, "I don't think I'm qualified like that." ”

Former fame...... The old man laughed silently, a little proud, but also a little lonely.

He nodded to Scott, gave Filly another meaningful look, and turned away without further words.

"Who the hell is this old man?" asked Agnes unceremoniously.

Scott just looked at her silently.

"Okay......" Agnes slowed out her voice and spread her hands, "what do you want to do with me?"

After a moment, Scott shook his head.

"Don't do it. He said, "I beg your pardon for not being able to send you back to Lockburg...... I guess you probably don't need an escort either. ”

Agnes raised an eyebrow and looked at him thoughtfully for a moment, her expression growing irritated.

Fili was able to relate to that feeling somewhat. For better or worse, it is better to have a result than to hang in the air without getting up or down, the so-called "waiting for death is more uncomfortable than death".

Of course...... Although this day seems to be extraordinarily unlucky, he still hopes that what awaits him can also be a good outcome.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, his hands resting honestly on his knees, and straightening his back stiffly like that of a priest who practiced arcane magic in the Southern Isles, Filly felt that his hopes were a little slim.

His heart was pounding so vigorously that he suspected that the whole room could hear it.

It's a bit of a shame...... No, it's nothing to be ashamed of, he's really scared.

A few rings of runes surrounded him—he knew, just in case...... Just in case...... What the hell is there in case of "what if"?!

He took off his armor, his sweaty shirt sticking to his body, cold and cold. Scott and Master Xiu'an had been standing behind him and staring at him silently for a long time, and he could see that his scalp was numb and the hairs all over his body stood on end.

It was worse to die than to die - he understood it perfectly now. He felt like a criminal waiting to be sentenced to death...... But what did he do wrong? Shouldn't he catch a mouse?

When he was about to lose his control, he heard Master Xiu'an whisper some incantation, and the runes around him began to glow slightly, but soon dimmed again.

...... And then what?

He tensed his nerves and waited, but someone suddenly reached out and patted him on the shoulder, making him almost jump.

"What?!" he involuntarily turned his head to glare at Scott and yelled, "It's not fun!"

“...... I'm sorry. Scott withdrew his hand and looked apologetic, as if it was really his fault.

"Don't be so nervous, Fili, you're a high-ranking paladin. Brooke sighed at him, "Do you still feel anything now?"

Yes, he's a high-ranking paladin...... So I especially don't want to become a high-level monster.

“...... Try it again. Fili pointed to his shoulder, he didn't care about "feeling" anything.

Scott smiled wryly and put his hand on his shoulder.

Philip instinctively froze. He didn't hate the feeling of hot power pouring into his body...... That's why it's even more terrifying.

But this time, the only thing he could feel was the slight warmth in Scott's palm.

“...... No!" he almost wanted to jump up and cheer, "So I'm fine, right?!"

The ** that he once had has subsided, and he is now like a sponge full of water, full of energy and vitality, just looking for someone to have a good fight, and sweating heartily - a little sweat that is not a cold sweat.

"Try a light spell. Brooke was noncommittal and demanding.

Even for a paladin, it was a very rudimentary spell, but Filly unconsciously hesitated for a moment before carefully reciting the spell. (To be continued.) )