Iss yawned and lazily pulled another heavy notebook from the shelf, and was suddenly a little surprised to find that this was already the last one.

Although he could not say that he had fully understood the contents of the note...... However, this is the last one!

The spontaneous excitement made him feel more energetic—but the thought that it meant meant that the old man could leave whenever he wanted to leave quickly extinguished that excitement.

“...... Is it necessary to stretch the face that long?"

The old mage, who was comfortably half-lying on the soft couch, looked at his face and sighed slowly: "If you don't want to prepare lunch...... I guess Abby also knows how to cook certain foods. ”

Iss threw his notes heavily on the table and ignored him with a black face - who was going to eat what that woman had made?!

His gaze unconsciously swept over the bookshelf, and he casually touched a small object lying in the depths of the bookshelf.

"What is this?" he asked.

It was a small stone slab, the size of half his hand, with some inexplicable symbols carved on it, and he was as knowledgeable as he could not read any of them.

Inglis sat up and glanced at it from afar.

"Oh. He said, "Well, I don't know." ”

"You don't know either?" Iss repeated, just unable to stop the mockery in his tone, "So you also have something you don't know?"

"Is there anything wrong with that?" Inglis, looking at him very calmly, "When did I say I knew everything?"

Iss closed his mouth and stopped talking.

Indeed, the slippery old mage had never said that...... Even with similar descriptions. It all comes out of someone else's mouth.

- But he didn't deny it!

"I can't even remember where I got it. The old mage squinted, as if immersed in the memory, "It seems that someone told me." This stone slab hides a huge secret...... Or amazing power, but I studied it for a while and found nothing - interestingly, I couldn't even determine what kind of civilization it belonged to, or when it was created. ”

"Maybe it's a forgery to fool you mages. Isis snorted, and threw the slate back in his place with little interest.

"Ah...... It's also possible. Inglis nodded nonchalantly, "I think we have guests." Dragons...... Since Mulder isn't here, I wonder if you can go and greet me, an old man who can't get out of bed?"

“...... When have you 'greeted' the guests?" Ise scoffed, "wait until they can break into the valley." ”

Even if Mudder isn't there. Yuanzhi Valley's defenses were not so easy to break through, and he was not interested in dealing with any lame adventurers who were greedy and incompetent.

"I think it's better to be polite to the envoy of the Grean family. The old mage smiled at him, "After all, we have always been very friendly neighbors...... And I guess he's probably coming for you. ”

Isis was stunned for a moment. Walked out quickly.

"Hey. Xiaolong, what are we going to eat for lunch?"

As he walked out of the main hall, the lazy voice of the white crow stopped him.

"Don't call me that!"

He yelled at the woman in exasperation.

"Okay...... Rook shrugged, "So, Is?"

“...... This won't work either!"

The anger went up a few points.

"But I've got to call you something, right?" said Raven smiling as he shifted into a more comfortable position in his chair, as if he thought it was a very interesting game, "maybe you prefer the 'Oh, great, incomparable, white lightning dragon that rains down from the sky'?"

“...... Ice Mang!"

Issa threw her a name. He felt his head hurt - it would be a huge mistake to respond to her, why didn't he just ignore her like he had done before?

"I love the name. The crow smiled at him sweetly and brightly. "It's perfect for you. ”

Is's scalp tingled for a while, and he turned around and left.

And, Bing Mang...... What are we going to eat for lunch?"

The crow's smiling voice still chased after him.

Iss slammed the door against the door frame with a black face - one day he would eat her!.

The bad mood made Iss still have a murderous expression when he "greeted the guests". Even if the emissary of the Grean family was a little nervous because of this, he bravely did not show it.

Iss recognized the face - it was Anselm Boomer, Selene Green's most trusted knight.

The dreadfulness outside the valley didn't seem to have much effect on the knight, but he wisely stood outside the range of the attack spell and didn't come any closer. Inglis probably gave their "friendly neighbors" some small gifts and kind reminders.

"Lord Christus. ”

As soon as the knight spoke, the strange name made the muscles in the corners of Is's eyes twitch.

But he silently suppressed his anger - there was no need to bother with ordinary people who didn't know anything.

"I have come to you on the orders of the Countess. ”

Anselm was straightforward. Although his tone really didn't sound like "asking for help...... But Inglis guessed right, he did come to Is.

The ice dragon felt doubly unhappy for various reasons...... Although these days, he is always unhappy.

He can say no - he's a dragon! Why should he bother with human troubles? He doesn't even care about Scott......

“...... In. ”

He coldly made the invitation.

The trouble in the Grian's house was a bit of a surprise - Sergio De Juri, the lost little prince, had disappeared again.

Instead of taking him back to Llewellyn, Borena stayed at Fort Limestone.

"Even if the battle is under the city of Llewellyn, no one will dare to attack the limestone fort. ”

This phrase is a compliment...... It is also a fact.

For Sercio, Greystone Fort is safer and quieter than Black Castle, and at the same time, when Behring Grion is still nowhere to be found, it is also a kind of trust and reassurance for the Grean family.

"And you've lost him?" rook chuckled, "again?" don't you feel a little ashamed?"

Anselm blushed and closed his mouth tightly, glaring at her, but did not retort.

"Why did you come to me?" Iss frowned, "Even if Borena isn't there, that guy surnamed Croeffler won't ignore this, right?"

"Oh, of course they want to fix this before anyone else knows. The crow lazily flipped through the pages in his hand and said mockingly, "After all, this is not much to be proud of...... It might make Limestone the next target of the King's army. ”

"The Greans aren't afraid of any 'king's army'!" Anselm retorted angrily, and then his face froze, as if he suddenly realized that this was not the right sentence.

“...... Ignore her. Iss scratched her head in exasperation, knowing that even yelling "Shut up!" at the crow would only make her worse, "I know your countess is not afraid of anything, but why did she come to me?—not to mention whether I would like to help...... I'm a dragon, and I'm not good at 'finding people'. Wouldn't that high priest of Anduh be more suitable?"

Anselm hesitated for a moment.

"That was the Croiffler's idea. ”

In the end, the knight, who was not good at disguising himself, simply admitted that "the Countess did not intend to hide anything......"

He glared at the crow again with indignation.

As soon as she found out that Prince Sergio was missing, she sent someone to inform Ethan Crooffler...... It was he who suggested coming to you for help. ”

Is's face sank, and he suddenly had a sense of foreboding.

He remembered Ethan, the guy who looked gloomy and suspicious...... He didn't like him, but he had to admit that he had his own way of doing things - he wasn't going to let the proud countess come to a grumpy dragon for help.

He remembered Sercio's last disappearance...... Whoever kidnapped him in the first place, judging by Ed's explanation, the followers of Nesses imprisoned him for a long time...... But no one could say why.

- Does Scott know this?

The name that popped up made him irritated. A categorical rejection has rushed to the tip of the tongue...... I don't know why, but I silently slipped back on my own.

“...... Good. He said, and tried to find a reason for himself to be more receptive," he said...... Since I promised Naria that I would look at that little one. ”

One dragon does what it says.

The white crow laughed crisply and unceremoniously.

- Why didn't he eat her now?!.

"So, don't die until I come back. ”

Isis told Inglis, unconsciously a little awkward, with a tense face...... and panic.

He didn't want to admit that it felt like "guilt" or something...... Although he did owe this old man some favors, he didn't intend to pay it back!

A dragon does what he says, of course he will guard this valley for him, but ...... Not now.

He still has so much more to put down...... There were so many things that even he didn't know why he cared.

The old mage sighed leisurely, folded his hands, and looked unusually calm, as if he had expected this a long time ago.

"I tried my best. He said lightly, "Still, little dragon...... Before you go, there's one thing I might want you to know. ”.

(To be continued.) )