In the early morning, fog lifted, and the air of early autumn suddenly felt a biting chill. In front of the door of the library, the still lit light looked a little weak in the thin mist, and that little bit of darkness seemed to divide two worlds. Looking out from the room, the world outside the door was dim and foggy, silent, and it seemed like the underground was shrouded in dead fog last night.

Ed involuntarily stopped. He had not flinched from the deadly gray mist underground, but he was terrified by the chaos of the world in front of him.

It's too much like ...... Like the fog in his dreams, like Collins in the fog. He finally finds the murderer, but he fails to avenge the dead, and he holds more and more secrets, but he still can't see where to go.

Laval and Allen walked ahead of him, with Nigel and Travis following close behind. When he stopped suddenly, Travis, who had been hanging his shoulders and hanging his head silently, also stopped, looking back at him with a begging look in his eyes.

He will be under the protection of the Temple of Andukh - and of course, he will have to give everything he knows to the best of his ability.

As a traitor, this is already the best ending he can get. Ed believed that the High Priest would not embarrass such an ordinary person, but Travis probably not so.

Fear and anxiety made him age a lot overnight, and he stood there like a long-lost lonely soul, cowering and not knowing where to go.

His lips trembled and he spoke, but his voice was too quiet. Ed had to walk over to him to hear the muffled whisper, "...... Please ......."

Ed didn't know why he was asking for help from himself, and not from Is, who was behind him - they had only met yesterday. But he listened quietly, and Travis didn't finish the sentence.

“...... I just wanted to do something right before I died. Finally he said, "Some...... Something meaningful. ”

Ed was silent, not knowing how to respond.

"I don't know...... I didn't mean to lead you into a trap. The old man's voice grew lower.

“...... I know. Ed replied, "That's none of your business. ”

When Copas decided to use him as bait, he probably didn't care that what he had in his hands was exposed...... Of course, he doesn't care if he lives or dies. This sometimes cowardly and sometimes brave old man has tried his best to make up for his mistakes, but his every move is completely under the control of others.

This is probably the sorrow of the weak - being used, sacrificed, and having no power to resist.

But don't the weak have the right to live...... And value?

"There's one thing, I don't know if I can ask you for help. Ed spoke softly, "My mother had some ancient atlases in her collection, and they were too fragile to open because they were poorly preserved, maybe you could help me fix them?...... They are very important to me. ”

Travis was stunned, wondering why he had suddenly brought up such an insignificant topic. He looked down at his hands, which were once steady and still shaking uncontrollably.

Behind him, however, the library's peculiar aura slowly poured in. It was his familiar breath, and different papers carried different times...... It also carries his life for decades.

That's not for nothing.

"Willing to help. He replied, looking up with a faint and calm smile between the wrinkles.

Nigel turned around and walked back as they talked, but didn't bother them, just nodded slightly to Ed as Travis straightened his back towards him.

Ed felt as if he could take the simple act as some kind of promise.

The stuff in my heart seemed to have dispersed a little, and even the fog in front of me no longer seemed so disgusting—after all, the sun had risen, and this fog should disappear soon.

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Borena pushed the window open to see the fog outside the carriage and immediately closed it again. He hated the cold, wet stuff, before his father died in a cloud of gray mist.

The streets were empty, and the sound of horses' hooves banging on the ground was unusually clear. The unrest caused by the ground movement and the attraction of the cobblestone festival drove almost everyone away from the city, while the rest of the people were concentrated in the Temple of Anduch and the Library of Beranti under different temptations.

There will always be something missing, but they have done their best - the lord of Balach has done his best to protect his people.

But uneasiness still haunted the king's heart. It's not because he still wonders about the rules that will be broken, the protection and freedom that may be lost...... Something too far away for him.

The king of Anktann likes to make up all kinds of bizarre stories, but he is a very practical man.

“...... You've met Scott. He spoke suddenly.

That's not a question, it's an affirmation. The other man in the carriage just glanced at him lazily.

"What the hell did you make a deal with him?" Borena felt furious as she thought of the gold ornaments carved with the Eyeless God, what Ethan called "reward," "though I don't hate Scott...... He's saved me, but maybe I don't need to remind you what a dangerous guy he is......"

"No, no. Ethan Croefler replied, "I haven't met him either." ”

Borena leaned over and stared at him. He didn't actually have any proof, but he had a gut feeling that this guy was in contact with someone "on the other side...... And that can't be Copas Fenton.

Even if it is a purely interest-related "deal", the proud Lord Croefler will pick the target.

"Of course...... Some 'deals' don't require a face-to-face meeting. Croefler shifted into a more comfortable position and finished his sentence nonchalantly.

Borena was quiet for a moment, unable to think of what to say, so she collapsed back.

Ethan Croefler was bold – he didn't know it on the first day.

"Don't be nervous. Croeffler had even closed his eyes by now, "just muddying the water a little more as he wanted." ”

“...... You're not worried about what he's trying to do?" Borena smiled wryly.

Kroefler did not answer this question. He suddenly opened his eyes and sat up straight with a gloomy face.

There was a dead silence outside the carriage. The clatter of horses' hooves, the footsteps of the guards in front of the carriage, the sound of armor crashing against each other, the occasional sound of a horsewhip...... All of a sudden, it seemed to be swallowed up in mist. The carriage rolled slowly forward for a while, then stopped.

Borena instinctively wanted to open the window, but was stopped by Krofler reaching out.

"In that pile of things that the High Priest gave you...... There is a pendant encrusted with black pearls. He whispered, "Did you use it?"

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