"Aren't you dead yet?" Ethan Crooffler's face was clouded, and he didn't seem very happy about his "friend's" appearance, but he kicked a chair at the man who was on crutches, his face was sunken, and he looked rather miserable.

"Almost. Borena slumped into his chair.

"What the hell did you do? I thought your father was ready to just leave you forever, and that would be fine for you, wouldn't it?" Ethan banged his pipe on the table impatiently, as an innkeeper, his own room was a mess, and he didn't like it when someone came in and touched his things.

"That's what I don't understand - I didn't do anything. "I haven't left the Kuz estuary in years, you know. ”

Ethan snorted coldly, "I also know that there are some things that you don't have to leave that hellish place, and you can do just as well." ”

"It's been a long time for the country to calm down, do you really think I'm going to want to make it messy again?" Borena sighed.

"Maybe that's the problem. Ethan's tone softened slightly, "When the dust settles - you're a big problem, and if you don't die, he won't be at ease." ”

Borena shook his head: "He's my father after all...... There must be some misunderstanding in this. ”

"There is no such thing as a 'misunderstanding' between you, Borena. Ethan coldly reminded, "Even if he is willing to turn a blind eye to you, his unconcerned wife will not - if you still refuse to admit it." Why don't you just die early, so that everyone can worry a little more?"

Borena rubbed his chin helplessly, blessed by God. It took him a long time to survive, and many people paid with their lives for it...... No, he didn't want to die just like that.

He straightened his injured leg and pulled himself together to meet his inescapable fate: "Tell me, Ethan, what do you know?"

“...... Let me ask. Ethan leaned forward. "What good will I get if I help you?"

"My gratitude?" said Borena, grimacing.

"That's not worth it!" yelled Ethan.

"You don't need money. Borena said justifiably. "You need something to do - I can definitely give it to you. ”

Ethan glared at the cheeky guy in front of him in annoyance, but he had to admit that Borena was right.

"I'll help you again!" he pointed his fingers at the other man, gritting his teeth in emphasis. "For the last time!".

The Blanti Library, named after its founder. As one of Balach's successive rulers, Brownie Wolfson was not the most competent of the Aktann kingdoms, but was indecisive and suspicious, but fortunately born in a period of relative peace, and died of illness after more than thirty years of rule. The Blanti Library is almost the only legacy of this literary and artistic ruler, and it was once seen as a useless waste. Now it is the pride of the Balachs. Even after being conquered by other city-states and incorporated into the territory of Anktan, the people who lived here still believed that Balach was the most civilized and historic city in the cold northern kingdom.

The stone building of the library has survived nearly 300 years of wind and rain. After several expansions, together with the surrounding gardens, it occupies a considerable area in the heart of the old town of Barach. The mixed style seemed somewhat nondescript to Norvi's eyes, but it did not hinder his interest in the collection of books. Legend has it that the library even contains some records left by the elves who once lived in the north, from which you can get a glimpse of the lost history of the elves.

He even had a faint hope. Wanted to find some accounts of Miaz Weiss in it, such as: About the mysterious captives in the Tower of Atonement...... Or what would explain Ed's strange discovery in the cemetery - the awakened spirits all died at the same time, it should have been a battle, or an attack, and if there was anything strange, there would always be a word left by the elves.

So even the floor-length skirt and fluttering veil didn't stop him from stepping into the library, though his steps were somewhat stiff. With the help of Borena's friends, he was even able to access areas of the library that are normally closed to the public. The room that was cleaned regularly was clean and tidy, the light was not strong and the sunlight was shining through the high windows, the ancient dust was slowly floating in the wisps of light, and the old smell was seeping into the skin little by little, and even Tess couldn't help but quiet down.

But quiet doesn't mean interested. Tess pulled out a roll of paper in boredom and threw it back, not even opening it to glance at it.

"You don't have to come with me. Norway said helplessly.

"Of course it is necessary!" Tates glared at him, "if you accidentally open a cursed book and enter another world, someone has to save you!"

“...... You remember. Norway was a little laughing, it was what Tess told her when she was a child, that a little elf boy accidentally opened a magic book and entered another world, where time stood almost still, everything existed in the form of a faint starlight shadow, and when the boy finally found his way home, he was surprised to find that even his sister's son had grown older than him.

For the elves, it was just a simple and vivid little story that allowed the young elves to understand the wonders and differences of the worlds created by God, but it strangely frightened Tess, who refused to read any books for a long time because she did not want to go to any other world, and when she came back to find that the elves had become an old man - and now that I think about it, it may have been just an excuse, and Tess hated those ...... In her words, "something made of dead trees and animal skins".

It didn't take long for the elves to become immersed in the "stuff" and not worry about Tess breaking something out of boredom. The ignored girl had no choice but to wander between the rows of bookshelves with her hands behind her back, not noticing the hilt of the knife at her waist, and the blue gem in the eyes of the silver wolf's head for a moment, a glimmer of light.

The garden outside the Blandi Library is a beautiful and lively place in spring and summer, but deserted in the cold winter months. In a corner of the garden, beside the still sleeping rose trellis, two figures suddenly appeared from the void.

Scott looked left and right, looking a little confused for a moment.

"This isn't where you originally wanted to go, is it?" asked Is, helplessly, they had teleported two or three times, and none of them had reached the right place.

"It's not...... It's better though. Scott recognized the building not far away, "This is the Blante Library, we're already in town!"

He had only intended to teleport out of the city. Between the forest and Balach there is an empty and uninhabited slope, where their presence goes unnoticed.

"yes, we're lucky not to get stuck in the walls or suddenly appear in a crowded market. Iss said angrily. He didn't like Scott's casual use of teleportation, which he wasn't very proficient in, would bring too many unforeseen dangers.

"What's wrong with you?" Scott frowned impatiently, Iss seemed to be getting more and more annoying lately.

"It won't take you a few days to get here on horseback from the estuary, so why do you have to use teleportation?" said Is, in the same unkind tone. He unconsciously rubbed his wrist, and the feeling of swelling and pain became more and more difficult to ignore day by day.

"Why waste time when I know this?" Scott shook his head in confusion and walked forward. He didn't know what Iss was resentful of.

"Many mages and priests know teleportation. But they never use it so casually! they would rather use more ordinary methods unless they have to, because they understand that there are dangers hidden in any kind of magic that require subtle control and careful use, especially teleportation...... It warps space and time, and I guess no one ever told you that?" said Iss, as he followed Scott. He wasn't a man of many words like Ed, but he felt the need to let Scott know about it.

Magic is different from the skill of combat, it is more powerful, it is also more dangerous, and it is more controlled by the will than the body. Dragons are known as magical creatures who are born with a knack for controlling the power of magic, and they also need to learn to master more complex spells. And Scott, who obviously couldn't have the knowledge of his ancestors like a dragon, and who didn't have any spell books or scrolls in his hands, made him even more worried, as he couldn't figure out how he was learning, and he couldn't use it at all.

"That's enough, Is, what is this?" Scott walked forward quickly, not even looking back, "A lesson from an ice dragon that once turned itself into a child and then couldn't turn it back?"

Anger was enraged, but Iss tried to push it back - they couldn't just say a few words and start arguing, someone had to back down...... Even after knowing that he is a dragon, Isis has become more accustomed to letting his emotions go, but he is not unable to endure and compromise.

In fact, he used to be pretty good at it, especially against Scott.

"Nope. He whispered, "That's a ...... A brother's concern?"

Scott stopped abruptly.

“...... I'll be careful. He said, "I promise." ”

He still hadn't looked back.

Iss didn't say anything more, just silently walked up to Scott and walked side by side with him.

"Look at your brother. —he now kind of understood the inexplicable words that Celebrion had left behind.

(To be continued)