The white dragon landed in Collins Square, lying quietly on the rain-washed white ground.

The crowd gradually converged towards it, but cautiously left some distance. There were already not many people left in the square, and the VIPs from all over the country were more calm and reserved, they did not easily scream or cheer, but low whispers inevitably sounded.

But when Ed struggled to lift the young priest's body from the ice dragon's back, everyone fell silent.

In the silence, two paladins ran up to pick up their dead companions and carried them back to the temple.

“...... He died a well-deserved death. Browder, who had just teleported back to the square, walked up to Ed and whispered, "Now...... He has returned to the Goddess. ”

Ed looked at him, then lowered his gaze. He was right, of course, but ......

"It doesn't matter who did it...... We're going to make him pay. Alan also walked over, reaching out as if to pat Ed on the shoulder, but hesitantly took it back.

Ed knew it wasn't right—but he preferred to accept such comfort. The desire for revenge is so strong...... Suddenly, he understood more about Baie Young, the degenerate who had lost his brother.

The drenched body was cold and hot, something was heavy on the chest, and the mind was in chaos...... But when someone slowly approached him, he unconsciously raised his head.

The visitor had an aura that was hard to ignore—Payne Silverleaf, the tall and tall Elven King, who looked elegant and calm even though he was drenched like everyone else, and the tips of his silver hair were constantly dripping with water. There is no look of embarrassment.

His eyes were green, with a hint of strange dark gold in the dark green of mature leaves, and his complexion was very white. The well-defined facial features are not as slender and soft as most elves, and the slightly sunken corners of the mouth show a bit of determination...... and not so disgusting arrogance.

Ed instinctively tensed. The Silver Leaf King had arrived at the temple before any guest, and he couldn't help but run to take a peek before slipping out to find Is, only to be scared away by the waist-length back of the silver-haired king—the legendary Elven King felt as mysterious and unattainable as a distant star compared to Norvi's kind and easy-going.

But at this moment, a meaningful smile made the king of the elves a little more angry.

"You hold the Staff of Eternity. He said.

Ed was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly pulled his cane out of his back. His cheeks burned - and he casually stuck the Staff of Eternity back into his belt to free his hands to hold Tim...... He definitely didn't mean to be so rude!

The smile in Payne's eyes deepened: "You can use it...... As everyone saw with their own eyes. ”

Ed swallowed nervously, stiffening. His eyes glazed over—was he supposed to say anything? But he didn't know what to say......

"I think that's what we're here for......" The Elven King pressed his right hand to his chest and bowed respectfully to Ed, "Sage." ”

Ed stared at him with wide eyes. He suspected that he had been hit by some kind of petrification because he was completely immobile, including the muscles in his face. Even his brain, which he didn't use much......

The dwarf's heavy footsteps stepped forward. Mock's familiar face appeared before his eyes.

"Greetings to you. The deep voice and warm smile on his furry face made Ed's frozen blood flow again," said Ed Singall, friend of the Brass Flame Dwarves...... Sage. ”

He bowed to him—the solemn etiquette that prevented Ed from jumping on him and hugging him.

Then one by one, the people came up and greeted the young Sage.

Ed's hand clenched the Staff of Eternity almost spasmodically, completely overwhelmed.

This was not what he had envisioned. He was supposed to be wearing Terrence's elaborate gown, sitting on top of the ice dragon, trying to look mature and steady enough. Sean would explain everything to him, and all he had to do was smile inscrutablely when necessary - oh. He hasn't learned that yet...... But at least it shouldn't be like now, drenched by a heavy rain that I made, my black hair clinging to my scalp messily, and the white robe wrapped tightly around my body was covered with mud and blood, embarrassed and dumbfounded......

Who would recognize such a saint?

He looked blankly at all the people who bowed to him, but his vision gradually blurred.

- At least I didn't faint in shame.

Ed comforted himself a little self-defeatingly, squirming around and struggling to pull down the robe that had become unusually heavy from the wet.

Thanks to Browder for coming out and clearing the siege. Although he couldn't remember exactly what he said, Ed was finally able to catch his breath instead of continuing to stand in the crowd in a panic, too flustered to say a word.

Feeling a little guilty, he threw Isis in the square, letting the popular ice dragon continue to take everyone's attention in his place. Looking out of the window, the lights of the May Festival are lit up one after another - human beings are unexpectedly tenacious......

There was still the gown hanging on the hanger—the one he had worn to see Norvi. Ed vaguely remembers Browder asking him to switch to this because he had a late dinner party to attend...... Even if all the rituals were simplified, the night's ordeal was far from over, and I hope he wouldn't be so nervous that he would have diarrhea again......

The outstretched hand hesitantly stopped in mid-air, and Ed always felt that after accepting everyone's greetings in the same embarrassed way before, it was an indescribable weirdness to change into a dress in a serious manner......

In the midst of his hesitation, there was a knock on his door, making him almost jump.

"Sage. Browder's respectful voice sounded outside the door, "Can I take a moment of your time?"

Ed grabbed an ordinary white robe, brushed it on, and opened the door as he stroked his wet hair.

Browder's face didn't look good—Ed didn't think it was much better.

"I should give you a break. Browder bowed to him, the more sincere but always over-the-top etiquette that always made Ed's bowels knot, "But there are some things that I need to let you know as soon as possible." ”

He stepped out of the way a little so that Ed could see the young man behind him who was sniffling and dressed as an attendant.

“...... Falbo!" Ed exclaimed in surprise. It's always comforting to see a familiar face at this moment.

The boy, who was taller than Ed, had red eyes and an expression that was about to cry.

"Ed......" he shouted, and took two steps forward, as if to pounce, but finally reluctantly stopped, and gave an awkward salute, "Your Excellency......"

"Is something wrong?" Ed asked uneasily, "Where's Borena?"

Recall that he did not seem to see Borena in the crowd in the square......

Falbo let out a long breath, tears finally pouring out: "He's gone, my brother will kill me, Master Croeffler will skin me!" Ed ...... Sage, you must help me find him, or I will never have the face to go back!"

Falbo, who usually looks mature and powerful like an adult, is still a child when he panics, and once he starts to vent, he cries profusely, Ed doesn't have the talent of Novi to coax children, and he suddenly panicked. Fortunately, Falbo didn't cry long before he managed to control himself, sobbing and telling Ed how he had been reminded by His Majesty the King of Rutgar to find that Borena had disappeared without a trace. He searched the entire square, followed by a paladin, and searched almost the entire temple, and there was no trace of Borena anywhere......

“...... Will he fall into the water?" asked Ed, dumbfounded.

Browder shook his head: "There are not many people in the square, there is no way he will be squeezed out...... And even if you fall into the lake, it's easy to climb up. I think he's still hiding somewhere in the temple...... It is not surprising that His Majesty seems to be a little afraid of the death mist......"

"He watched his father get killed by that thing...... But tonight it wasn't dead fog at all. Ed propped his head, he just felt a splitting headache, there were so many things that were completely unexpected, Sean was not there, he didn't know what to do......

"Sean!" he snapped back to his senses, finally realizing why he had always felt that something was wrong—Sean Fletche's nervous and reassuring figure had never been seen.

"Where's Master Fletcher?" he asked eagerly.

Browder's eyes flickered, and he turned to Falbo with a pleasant expression: "Now that you have met the Sage, we promise that you will find your king in peace...... How about someone take you to rest first?"

Falbor gave Ed an uneasy look, and Ed quickly nodded and assured him, "Definitely!"

Watching Falbo walk away, Browder faced Ed with a serious face.

Ed's scalp tightened, instinctively realizing that he had more trouble to face.

"Mistress Fratcher is missing. Browder spoke with difficulty.

...... That wasn't the answer he was looking for!

Ed's head buzzed, and he subconsciously shook his head, and asked in disbelief, "What?"

"I don't want to burden you any more, and I don't want to believe that this is going to happen...... But now I'm afraid I have to admit that Master Sean Fletcher is missing......"

Braud's heavy voice continued in his ears, throwing down one bad news after another. Ed listened in a daze, as if every word had to be painstakingly looped in his head several times before he could truly understand it.

"I'm worried that Borena Dejuri isn't hiding somewhere...... Because it's not just him and Mistress Fratsche who are missing...... The bereaved boy was gone...... I suspect someone has planned all of this for a long time......"

Ed turned his head to the window in a daze—it was still dark...... Is there never an end to this long night?.

(To be continued......)