At the first glance of this shattered circle, Iss felt not "deliberate destruction", but uncontrollable anger - anger that did not belong to Scott.

Scott is accustomed to using a sword, and if he really wants to destroy something, or just to vent his anger, he will subconsciously use the sword to slash. However, the traces left on the ground seemed to have been smashed by a boulder, and with a thunderous blow, it smashed diagonally into the center of the circle, causing the ground to crack and the rubble to fly...... But there was only one hit. There was even a small piece on the other side of the circle that barely remained intact, allowing him to make out the runes carved in dragon language mixed with demon language.

He had never seen such a circle before, but after a visceral disgust, he instinctively realized its original purpose.

The flame that dwells in his soul at this moment once burned here...... That should be what Scott is here for.

The Eternal Flame - Humans take it for granted that it is a fiery flame that can incinerate all things and never be extinguished, and as a dragon, he did not know its true form before. But now, whether it is the mass in his soul or the mass flying around him, it is not the "fire" in human cognition, and even the forms he can see seem to appear so that he can "see". What kind of power does it have...... and danger, he didn't have time to explore.

Would Inglis know? Why didn't he even say a word?

He didn't know when the old mage was or how he had taken it out of his confinement. Or, before that, it wasn't here? He couldn't remember a single dragon that had haunted the mountains here, and the ruined lair probably had been around far longer than he could remember. Scott appeared here more than a month ago, and more than a month later, Eli Croefler was desperate to enter the Valley of Ambition, looking for it, and if it was really that important to Nethers, how could this task be in the hands of a necromancer who was not difficult to deal with......

There are too many questions in his head, and before he knows it, he is "putting together stones" slower than a blacksmith. When the last piece of rubble he could find was in the right place, he carefully read the runes and all the connected lines to make sure he could draw the entire circle well.

Those broken parts, if you throw them to Ed, you should be able to recover them, right?

Kormit took the hammer and stood quietly to the side. He doesn't want to talk too much, and he never asks more about it—it's touching to have a well-measured and trustworthy companion...... Iss felt that he could have given him a tenth more of his booty.

When they finally departed from the belly of the mountain, and flew under the night sky for another night, the blacksmith contentedly held a few lumps of molten gold and a pile of precious stones, and rejected more riches.

After much deliberation, he didn't even pry away a bit of Adamantite. It is precious, but it also attracts unnecessary coveting and trouble.

"It's hard for my people to get those things out, and they don't need them. "We're not good at 'taking risks,' and we don't need more money." ”

"You deserve it, anyway. The ice dragon glided nonchalantly through the current, "You can give it to someone else, or stay there until it's all over and dig it out and make a flower." ”

Despite having made up his mind not to take more, the blacksmith silently imagined the beautiful picture of "Energetic Flowers", and couldn't help but grin and laugh silently for a long time.

No one can see it anyway.

The moonlight and the wind flowed by, and another dawn came at some point. No matter how "everything" ends in the end, this day-long adventure will always remain in his heart, like a dream he had when he was a teenager, even if it is hidden in an inconspicuous corner, brushed away to cover the dust on it, the shining light will never be extinguished.

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The sun had already risen when we flew back to Balach. When he learned of the High Priest's death from Borena, who had been sleepless for two nights and whose face was about the same as that of his half-dead consul, Iss hesitated for a moment, but decided to visit the temple to see his friend who had not yet returned.

He had little respect for Laval, and even secretly felt that he had died a little inopportunely—on the day he left Ed behind to go on an adventure with the others...... It hurt him to be a little weak inexplicably.

When you think about it, he really didn't do anything wrong. And Ed ...... He should also get used to such a death.

Thinking so, he unconsciously quickened his pace. The guards of the Temple of Anduhe did not prevent him from entering, and even when no one "accompanied" him, they maintained the proper courtesy towards his distinguished guests, but instead made him a little uncomfortable.

The funeral was over, and black and white flags were hung all over the temple. He found Ed in the long corridor behind the hall, and the young man looked calm, only slightly haggard. Isis stood at a distance, and it was not until the "unhappy priest," who had already put on the heavy white robe of the high priest, had finished his conversation with him, and both men turned their heads to look at him, and then walked slowly.

Ed smiled at him. The habitual smile couldn't hide his exhaustion and depression, but it didn't have much sadness.

Iss was secretly relieved - he really wasn't going to comfort anyone.

"According to the High Priest's last wish, there is something to be given to you. Without a word of greeting, Nigel bluntly told Is, "Please wait a moment." ”

He nodded at them, and before Iss could react, he turned to leave.

“...... Give it to me?" Iss had no choice but to express his doubts to Ed.

Ed shook his head blankly, he hadn't heard Nigel mention it before.

He didn't bumble and ask questions like he used to, and the air was strangely quiet.

"We ...... The blacksmith and I found something that might be useful. Isis cleared his throat and spoke.

Ed looked up at him, listened quietly, his eyes slightly widened with a hint of curiosity - that curiosity was real, but his low mood could not be excited by it.

Isis stopped talking, feeling bored. He is not good at telling stories in the first place, and if there is no one to support him, he will not be able to continue to tell it.

He became agitated. There are some things he really can't share...... He couldn't even feel the slightest regret for Laval's death. These unreconnected emotions, these things that he is powerless, will always make him feel irritable and frustrated.

He didn't know how to comfort others, but if Ed didn't want to talk, then don't say it.

"Actually, it's nothing. He said, racking his brains as to how to make that adventure a little more exciting.

Isn't there anybody, and if Ed can babble to himself all day when he doesn't respond, he'll ...... You can try it.