Ed took out the emerald. No matter how long he studied it, he couldn't help but be amazed when he held it in the palm of his hand.

The gem wasn't very bright, perhaps because it was covered with too many intricate runes. The runes were a mixture of several different languages, connected to each other by different rules, but they were all together, like a beautiful carpet of embroidery, with different stitches, different threads, different colors, embroidering many different things, and intertwined with each other, perfectly combined.

It was a shame that I didn't get to have a deeper conversation with the old mage. His knowledge and mastery of magic was not inferior even to that of the Saxes, who had existed for thousands of years...... But while the old man was still alive, Ed's understanding of magic was too shallow to be reciprocated.

At that time, he probably couldn't see anything in this gem, but as long as he could hold it in his hand, he should be able to feel that there was no power in it.

He returned the gem to Is, and graciously brought the pile of notes.

"I always felt like he was deliberately missing something. He said, "I guess you don't want people to find out the secrets?"

At least, the crow hadn't noticed it—she could see the notes. Ed had no doubt that she had studied it before, after all, Mulder was almost her jailer, and if there was a chance to solve it, she would definitely not let it go.

Maybe she did do something, otherwise Mulder wouldn't have had a reason to push Is's and keep him trapped in the library for so long.

He chattered about his various speculations, not caring that Isis was just holding the gem in a daze.

Iss was distracted, and if there was something important, Ed wouldn't mind saying it again. He always felt as if he had forgotten something, something real that might have appeared in his dreams...... I can't think of it now.

But Ed was right, this gem was obviously just a carrier, a small but delicate magic circle, it needed to be activated in order to function, but the power that originally stimulated it had been swallowed by him.

He took what belonged to Mulder...... Whatever the old man's purpose was to hide the Eternal Flame in a Wood Golem.

He always felt a little weak for this, even if the flame clearly preferred his "shelter". He no longer needed this emerald to suppress its power, it burned quietly in his soul without causing him the slightest harm, as if it belonged to him in the first place.

Although the dwarves will never admit it.

He was a little proud of the uproar that would be caused by the news of this incident...... It's a bit of a headache again.

"Look at this. Ed poked him, pushed a notebook in front of him, and gestured: "This gem can actually absorb power, although I'm not sure how much." ”

He pulled out a piece of paper, drew a few runes, and showed Iss where they were on the gem.

"It's a circle that absorbs power. "Although I haven't figured out how to activate this one circle alone without affecting the other runes...... I think it should be doable. In this case, with just this gem and enough strength to give it, Mudd can wake up, though it may not be as powerful as before...... And this one, it should be able to connect to the entire Enshi Valley, but it seems that something is missing in the middle......"

“...... I'm missing. Isis said.

He is the true guardian of the Ambition Valley...... is the master of this valley.

Inglis left him too much – and he became more and more aware of it. When he asked him to swear to protect the place, he actually gave him a home...... A place where he would be able to come back even if he lost everything, and even ceased to be "Is", just a lonely and even evil dragon.

No one could understand how important this was to him.

But why? They didn't get along for long, and he was curious and grateful to him, but to say that there was any deep friendship was really self-deception. If the old mage did this for him for "some kind of promise", who was the one who made him make the promise?......

He couldn't think of it, so he simply stopped thinking about it. His fingers rubbed over the gem, pausing slightly on one of the symbols.

The symbol, which had appeared on the door of the library, had been on the day Mulder pushed him in.

There was an extra knot in the mess. He struggled for a moment and pointed it out to Ed.

"Ahh Ed's voice lowered involuntarily: "I don't know what it means, and there's no ...... in the notes But in my understanding, such a symbol, uh, sort of...... The language used by the High Demons. I feel like I've mastered the language a little bit...... But maybe it's better not to read it out?"

Iss glanced at him, "You speak as if you would be corrupted by evil if you read this." ”

Edgan chuckled dryly: "No, there is no difference between good and evil in language. I just think that Inglis...... That old mage, really, unfathomable. ”

It is awe-inspiring, but also terrifying and suspicious.

When you think about it, Inglis's whole person is a mystery. There is no doubt about his strength, he is famous among mages, but if there is anything particularly remarkable he has done, no one can say, the only thing that is certain is that all those who have tried to challenge him, for whatever reason, have never succeeded.

“...... Maybe we should be a little more careful. Ed said.

He knew that Iss was desperate to wake Mulder awake, but with the methods they had now, even if they could, they would make Iss and Mudd ...... It is more closely connected with the entire Enshi Valley.

And such a connection, although it can't be said to be any harm now, always makes him a little uneasy.

"I'll be careful. Isis decided, "But Mulder has to wake up, as soon as possible...... You're going to help me, right?"

Even if he was reluctant, he had to admit that Ed was much more powerful than him with tens of millions of years of ancestral memories when it came to something as much as a magic circle—dragons with great talent were most likely disdainful of it, and Janakgar was just the exception. And now, he has no energy...... There's no need to spend time on this either.

Even if his friend's "request for help" still sounded more like a request, Ed couldn't refuse, and even a little uncontrollably happy. But when they finally succeeded, when Enshiya's defenses awoke with the acorns swaying above the Wood Golem's head, and he felt a faint rejection, that happiness turned to depression.

"You weren't allowed to come in before. Isis ruthlessly refused to give him any privileges.