"Are you...... A special child. Alan replied in a dry voice, "We picked you up on our trip and didn't know who your parents were. Most of us are homeless adventurers, so Scott left you at Chrysers Castle as his brother. We used to suspect that you had some bit of elven blood, but it was too thin to be sure......"

"Do elves have scales and claws?" said Is, with a sarcasm in his voice that he didn't realize.

"That might not be yours at all, just some kind of shape-shifting spell. Eren continued to weave lies quietly, knowing that it was almost a death throes - but as long as the boy in front of him hadn't fully turned into a dragon, he would always have a chance that he would remain in his human form.

"Tell me what the hell is going on?" Ed only knows that someone seems to have manipulated lightning to attack you, and there's a mage there?" he asked.

"I don't know......" Iss muttered. He told Eren about the strange sound, the sudden explosion of fireballs, his fragmented memories, his uncontrollable anger and strength......

"Can you tell who that voice is?" asked Allen, uneasily, awaiting an answer, afraid that some familiar name would be mentioned again.

But Iss just shook his head.

"So, there is indeed a mage there. He leads you into a fireball trap...... Maybe it also controls you. ”

"But why?" asked Is, confused. He instinctively knew that he was not controlled by anyone else—that it was another self that controlled him, just as he instinctively knew that his claws were not the result of some kind of spell. But for the moment he chose to put it behind him.

"We've ventured around and provoked some people we shouldn't have provoked, and that's probably a mage who wants revenge, because he didn't find me, so he used you to vent his anger...... I'm sorry, kid, but maybe it's all our fault, you shouldn't have to take it. ”

"Then when will I get out?" Tears welled up from Is's golden eyes, "Alan, they look at me like they're looking at a monster, did I kill Jules?"

"You're not. Since his wife's death, Alan's heart had never throbbed so strongly, and he staggered two steps forward, holding Issy tightly to his chest with one hand, "You are Iscontia Alan Christus, Scott Christus's brother, Scott named you after me, you are like my son, always remember this." As for Jules, no one knows exactly who killed him, but if it all came from some mage's manipulation, no matter what, it's not your fault. ”

The boy, who was already about as tall as him, rested his head on his shoulder and sobbed silently.

"I'll get you out of here soon, soon. Eren assured him, "I'll have to crack open the skulls of paladins who are even more stubborn than the dwarves and stuff the truth into their heads." ”

“...... You sound like Lagun. The boy said sullenly. Realizing that this was the first time he had mentioned dwarves in a long time, that neither Laugany, Lydia, nor Nia had been seen since the half-elves had returned to Chrissus with the bloody Allen. Deep down he knew that they were dead, as he had seen in the visions in front of the door of the Vault at Christersburg.

Eren is hiding a lot of secrets, he knows this, he doesn't care, he just wants everything he tells him to be true.

"You have to admit that his methods are always the easiest and effective. Eren let go of Is, rubbed his messy blonde hair, which had been scorched a lot, then frowned, took off his coat and draped it over Is's shoulders, "Eat something, wait for me here." If you lose weight, Naria won't let me go. ”

He didn't know how much effort it took to get Narya to promise to wait at home for news from him, and she wouldn't accept any bad news.

Iss smiled reluctantly and nodded.

The sound of the iron door closing again seemed to hit his heart directly. He didn't know how much longer he would be able to endure it, but at least there was hope for now.

The uncontrollable anger seemed to have finally subsided. But Iss knew that it was still there, like the dark river in the valley below Dragonwing's Peak, raging in the darkness, where no one could see, looking for an outlet that could be unrestrained in the sun, or just run to hell.

After another involuntary stupor, he waited for Allen, who appeared with a middle-aged priest in white robes and two paladins. Baie's black eyes were bottomless, and Iss couldn't help but think of the skeleton knight's eyes that were spinning black swirls.

"Is. Alan whispered his name, "The temple needs a little proof. The priest, Icabird, will cast a small, harmless spell on you, which will prove that you are not some evil monster. Don't be afraid, don't resist the power you feel, it won't hurt you, okay?"

Isis stood up against the wall and nodded silently.

Alan breathed a sigh of relief. That spell, the Word Spell, would inflict minor damage on any evil creature, making them feel terrified and uneasy. Kylerbrion had tried it on him when Is's was born, and it didn't work.

Icabod looked normal and didn't seem hostile, he approached Iss a little and stretched out his right hand at him, the low spell was not complicated, it was originally a simple spell, it was already over before Iss knew it.

Icabold turned and shook his head at the two paladins.

"Try again. Before Browder could speak, Baie said coldly.

Even if there was some dissatisfaction, Browder did not show it on his face, he asked the priest and Alan with his eyes, and then nodded: "Then try again." ”

Isis was a little irritable. He glanced at Allen, trying to calm himself down.

The second time, then the third time.

When Bye asked for the fourth time, Alan roared in a low voice: "Beye, I know you lost Jules, but you can't be angry with a child! You know him, you know who he is!"

"I know?" said Beye's eerie voice, as if it were coming from underground, "I only know what I see. He jerked to Is, his eyes burning with icy flames: "Try again!"

This time Isis took a step back tremblingly, fine beads of sweat oozing from his forehead. But he couldn't figure out what made his whole body tingle and tremble, whether it was the power of the spell or the anger he couldn't contain.

The priest stared at him with a cold expression, like staring at an insignificant flying insect. He pulled a short staff from his belt and began to chant another incantation.

"Wait a minute!" Eren pounced to stop him, but was clutched by Baie, "That's not the Holy Word, what are you doing!!"

A blinding white light enveloped his body, and Iss screamed in unexpected pain, and he slipped to the ground, convulsing and crawling to the corner, his flesh as if it had been torn from his bones one by one, but not a drop of blood flowed out.

"Stop!" he heard Alan roaring, "Are you going to kill him!, Ish, calm down!!"

But he didn't know how to keep his composure in the midst of such unbearable pain, he didn't know why he was huddled here to be bullied and hurt, he never deserved to belong in this dark and narrow cage.

He looked at his hands in front of him, slender and fragile, human bones, they stretched and bent with a crisp sound like breaking, and changed shape little by little, the long claws as sharp as knives had an unusually graceful arc, and the silver-white light was soft and pleasant to the eye.

It hurts. He thought nonchalantly. But what does that matter, he was in pain anyway.

He lunged forward low, waving his right hand, and there seemed to be some barrier in front of the priest absorbing his power, but he still easily left a few blood-red marks on the disgusting white robes.

He unslashed the sword that had been cut by someone else, and the weapon that had not had time to enchant only scratched his scales in a fleeting white mark. Then he knocked a cane off.

Crutch.

Something was touching his consciousness, burned blank by rage. Something that is dying, but still stubbornly refuses to disappear.

That made him hesitate. He instinctively knew there shouldn't be the slightest hesitation in the middle of the fight, but he couldn't deliver a fatal blow to the familiar light brown eyes in front of him—the liquid that flowed from them still had a warmth that he couldn't let go.

The moment he hesitated, a black ring was tightly locked on his wrist, and the power that had surged through his body was slashed violently, and the unspeakable pain made him scream bitterly.

Before darkness fell, he glared fiercely at the man with light brown eyes.

He knew he shouldn't hesitate.

Eren stared at the half-dragon, half-human twisted form on the floor in a daze, unable to make any sound. He had never been in such pain when he sank into the icy lake at the summit of Esteros and was about to suffocate to death.

"That's the proof I want. Bye walked past him and whispered in his ear, "You should be glad we were prepared, or you would have died here like Jules." ”

Alan couldn't believe that there could be such viciousness in a paladin's voice.

He was dragged out of the door, almost falling, and watched as the iron door closed before his eyes again, and the priest indifferently drew intricate spells with his own blood, casting seal after seal.

It may never be opened again, or it may be the prisoner's death when it is opened again.

qidian.

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