The trumpet sounded again. Scott looked back at the door, hesitated for a moment, and let out a low breath before turning and striding out.

Kailian wanted to see the "starry sky" from a different position, so as not to have the illusion caused by the angle. But the guards and cultivators in the hall who had been standing there and did not dare to move began to move, nervously making the final preparations, so that he had to carefully retreat into the corridor.

He felt like he had found the proof he needed...... But that wasn't enough, and it doesn't explain why Scott needed ...... Resurrect a dragon?

He clung to the cold wall, distraught. The crowd would soon pour in, and Kormit would need his help at some point......

On the other side of the hallway, a guard took a few steps, looked at his busy companions in the hall, and paced back slowly, seemingly bored.

He guards a door hidden in the shadows.

Kailian clenched his right hand into a fist, feeling a small ball of ice condense and form in the palm of his hand, and couldn't help but feel a little proud. Ed had said that the temple resembled Lockburg and would hinder the flow of magic, but it didn't seem to have any effect on him...... While there is indeed some kind of power flowing here, not so strong, it feels a lot like being at the bottom of a three-storied pagoda.

He couldn't help but think of the scorching red gem that had been set in the ground, and of the blow he had received in Balach - the ice dragon had no resistance to fire, but the flames had not done him any harm at that time.

In the midst of his doubts, a faint thought suddenly flashed through his mind - Nia asked him to stay at the bottom of the tower. Maybe it's not just a bait for him.

He'd have to ask the thief about it, but for now......

He squinted and flicked the ice out, hitting the crook of the leg of a young man who was bending over the statue with a candle in front of the idol. That blow wasn't heavy. But it was enough for the young man's legs to go limp, and with a scream, the whole person fell on dozens of burning candles.

The entire hall hurried over, and Kellian slipped through the unguarded door.

The door was locked, but that wasn't a problem for him who had been trained by Nia.

Behind the door, as he expected, was the huge altar that Ed had mentioned, and the four-cornered blazing brazier didn't illuminate the entire space. But under the firelight, the runes on the altar faintly reflected a faint light.

Kellian approached the altar curiously. He suspected that this place was not something that ordinary believers could enter, except for the ridiculously large altar. The surrounding space is extremely limited, and there is simply no room for many people. And the altar itself...... It's kind of weird.

It's too gorgeous. The carvings on it no longer resemble runes, but more like decorative patterns, intertwined with each other. Kellian could barely make out some of them. But I don't see the point of putting them together at all.

He didn't feel any divine power here. Compared to the hall. The place was cold and empty, as if there was nothing left.

The ice dragon frowned, finding something similar to this altar in his memory—something made by the elves.

It seems to be the nature of that race to make something simple complicated, but sometimes, it's also a brilliant disguise...... or traps. Most of the magical items made by the elves hide the runes in the patterns, and an elven king once asked his craftsmen to design an elaborate lock for the door of his treasure room, which was several concentric rings. It is engraved with extremely complex patterns, and several patterns can be spelled out. Only one of them can open the door smoothly, and all the others will trigger deadly traps...... Although for an ice dragon, if the entire gate is frozen and cracked, any locks or traps will be useless.

But he had no intention of destroying the altar in front of him. He wanted to figure out what it was for, after all, it was too big to be a lock...... Although it is also made up of several large round stone rings.

Kellian pressed the outermost ring of stone rings and tried to push.

A slight grinding sound confirmed his suspicion that it was movable, though it would be very difficult for humans to turn...... Or where is there a mechanism that can manipulate it?

Kellian straightened up and hesitated for a moment.

It's a bit dangerous. If there is a trap in it, such a big trap, even he may not be able to resist the past...... But if you give up, you are really not very willing.

He didn't think he had any chance to play with it here, and the pattern was too complex for him to remember.

There was a cacophony of people outside the door - he should have thought that Scott wouldn't have anything tirador to give him enough time.

Of course, this was not intended to hinder him, but it made him unconsciously annoyed. Before he realized what he was doing, he pushed the stone ring hard again, without thinking.

As soon as the ritual ended, Scott turned around as fast as he was about to disappear immediately.

"Scott!"

Kormit immediately called out to him—though he realized it wasn't the right name.

But Scott himself apparently didn't realize this, just looked back at him in surprise and casually asked, "What's the matter?"

Kormit simply swallowed back the respectful "Sage Lord" and said bluntly: "I have something very important to talk to you about. ”

His overly serious expression seemed to make Scott a little confused, and he hesitated for a moment before nodding.

"Let's find a place. He said.

Kormit glanced at Kopas hurriedly. The gray-haired priest smiled faintly at him, as if he didn't intend to stop ...... Not even going to follow up and ask for anything.

That calmness made Kormit even more uneasy. He had to think that it was very likely that Copas really had nothing to do with the whole thing...... Or maybe he's confident enough that he's not leaving anything behind.

Speaking of which, Kormit really doesn't have any hard evidence to blame him for everything.

“...... Copas. He politely invited, "You know about it, so ......."

Copas was stunned for a moment before nodding in understanding, a hint of apology on his face.

"I know what you're trying to say. He said, "I'm sorry...... It's really my fault. ”

Kormit smiled noncommittally - what he would admit, certainly not the "mistake" he suspected.

He followed them and listened as Copas repeated to Scott everything he had told him a month earlier - the remote village, the innocent "sacrifices", the cruel rituals...... Word for word, no concealment, no distortion, no hint of doubt about its authenticity.

Kormit couldn't help but smile wryly - he was a scumbag to Copas by comparison.

When he walked into the room that the temple had prepared for Scott, Scott's face had become very ugly.

"I should have found the village as soon as I could, to figure out what was going on, but I couldn't refuse Lord Laval's invitation, and I couldn't help but participate in the rituals here. "Colpas apologized once again, and his reasons were impeccable.

"If Kormit can lead the way, we'll be able to leave tomorrow morning. He even suggested so.

“...... I don't think that's necessary anymore. ”

Kormit spoke calmly, "I've been there...... The village has completely disappeared as if it never existed...... But we have other clues. ”

He looked Scott in the eye, told him what had happened in Gabriel and Balach, and watched those light blue eyes burn golden in anger, and suddenly there was some inconsequential emotion - this man couldn't even hide his emotions, which was really not a good thing for his position.

“...... All I've heard is that Enoch fell in love with a fisherman's daughter and did something stupid. "Copass's surprise and anger look just as real," Khaliart told me. ”

"I didn't tell them all. "I don't think they need to know that much - but Duru, a young man from Valander, saw everything, and Travis can attest to what happened in his house." ”

Copas hesitated.

"I don't know where Travis is now, or where the young men who showed up in his house and Enoch are, but I know Duru. He said, "Silke brought him last night and told me ......."

"Tell you I'm secretly colluding with the necromancer?" Kormit smiled wryly.

"He said a lot of contradictory things, and I think he seemed too excited. "I arranged a room for him to calm down, and if necessary, bring him in right now and ask him about it." ”

“...... What the hell is this mess?" Scott frowned irritably.

"I want to know too. Kormit remained calm, but felt powerless

He had somewhat expected such an outcome—the result of nothing. It is even possible that the disappeared person is dead, and no one can find any clues from them...... But at least he lived to let Scott know that.

If he is confident enough, he can actually use himself as bait to lure out more people, more secrets...... He may have had the courage to do so when he was younger, but time has worn away a lot of things.

At least, with what he knew about Scott, he would get to the bottom - and he could only console himself with it.

"Tell someone to call that Duru. Scott told Copas, "Also, find Enoch and the others as soon as possible......"

Copas nodded, and had just stood up when there was a sudden thunder rolling out of the window.

Kormit looked at the ground in amazement, felt a slight tremor, and a sense of foreboding rose in his heart - he was sure that he had not sent a distress signal......

Another burst of thunder rolled by, and this time everyone was aware that it wasn't coming from the sky outside the window—not real thunder.

“...... Damn!" Scott blurted out and jumped up and rushed out the door.

(To be continued......)