Ed is a man who is easily satisfied and not good at disguising. The unexpected affirmation made him unconsciously happy, and even his spirit was much better, like an apple that had just been soaked in water, and his sunken cheeks were a little fuller, so that Iss stared at his face for a long time, and asked angrily, "Is that king dead?"

"What?!" Ed was startled, "Of course not!"

"Then what's there to be happy about. Isse glared at him.

Ed grinned and didn't answer, not even the gloomy air mass that Iss kept emitting didn't affect his mood - until Iss became more gloomy because of it.

Finally aware of this, Ed begins to feel uneasy, wondering if he should make up a lie like "I asked Scott to help Alan" - it is not an easy job to calm a grumpy ice dragon. But before he could make up a believable enough story in his head, Scott's figure had already appeared at the end of the corridor on the other side.

"Scott!" Ed shouted with a wave of his hand.

The joy probably didn't surprise Scott. He stopped in confusion, but another small figure at his feet spread his legs and rushed towards Ed and them, halfway through the rush and another ostentatious stop, turning back to Scott's feet, tossing back and forth, running with great merry.

“...... Where did you get a cat?" Ed asked curiously, staring at the little white animal. The black and white coat was very similar to the cat he had raised...... More like a leopard though.

"That's a leopard. Sure enough, Iss corrected him with an unhappy expression. "Have you ever seen a cat's ears look like that?"

Scott walked over and looked down at the big cat that was stumbling around his feet, making it impossible for him to walk properly, with a wry smile on his face: "Uh...... This is Xiaobai. ”

"...... 'Xiaobai'?" Iss raised an eyebrow. His eyes were tangled, as if he didn't know what expression to show to this silly name.

"The name Tess took...... This is the leopard of the Antler Forest, probably when I teleported over and it just rubbed at my feet. ”

Scott carefully moved a little away, as if to avoid stepping on the little white's paws, but the little guy seemed to think it was some kind of game, and happily pounced on him and bit his boot.

"Antler Forest?" Ed, who was about to crouch down to tease the cat, immediately became nervous, "Are there any problems with Norwe?"

"A plague. Scott's tone was heavy. "Although it has been resolved...... I'm back to tell you that the lord of Visa is on the lookout for ships that have recently arrived from the south, especially from Damaran. It is likely that the people on board have been infected. It would be best to get him to help spread the same warning to Ston Buch and other coastal cities. ”

“...... Lord Ayir has just left!" Ed shouted, tugging up his robe and turning to run.

"Sage!" Eric dragged him down, "let me go." ”

He quickly ran out of the temple. Ed looked at his back, and the shadows that had lingered these days crept back into his heart.

"Did Lydia do it again?" asked Is, frowning. But the eyes kept falling on the overly lively little leopard. Looked a little absent-minded, "What the hell is she trying to do?"

"With what I know about her...... Sometimes she doesn't know it herself. Scott smiled wryly, "She often gets a whim and doesn't care about the consequences." Maybe we should be thankful for this, if she's someone who thinks well and plans well...... Maybe there are only the undead left in this world. ”

The picture that came to mind wasn't all that rosy—Ed shook his head, a little furious.

"Quillin?Ayle brought any news?" asked Scott.

Ed came back to his senses, as if he had just remembered that Quillin didn't actually have any good news for him—all he got was another "wait" that he couldn't be sure of.

Look at his face that is slumping a little bit. Scott probably didn't need him to answer to guess a few points.

"We can't afford to wait any longer or look aimlessly for some vague clues. Scott whispered to him. "Let's see what we all know now...... Then I went and brought back Norvi and Allen, and it seemed to be getting worse and more complicated, and maybe it would be better to concentrate my efforts. ”

Ed nodded vigorously, but Iss remained staring at the leopard.

It was busy stomping its head down at its own shadow on the ground, looking immature and harmless—but a dragon is not so easily deceived.

"Is!" Scott urged.

"Come!" he cried without looking back, crouching down to block the little leopard that was trying to get past his feet and catch up with Scott.

He stared at it, at the pair of pupils that were almost the same color as his, without blinking. The transparent light blue gradually turned golden, and the black vertical pupils carried a threat that could not be ignored.

Long Wei didn't have to rely on a roar - Iss was sure that this pair of leopard cubs that were not a few months old would be enough.

The little leopard shook its body restlessly, its big paws moving on the smooth ground, and barked weakly, as if trying to run away from him, but at last it bravely stayed where it was, raised its head and shouted at him even louder: "Ahhhhhh

Iss could tell the difference between uneasiness and fear—it wasn't afraid of him.

This is definitely not an ordinary beast.

"Who the hell are you?" he squinted and lowered his voice to speak to it, "I know there's a guy who likes to be some kind of white animal - white lion, white peacock, white elephant...... Do you know him?"

Xiaobai screamed again, his voice was a little hoarse, with a little weakness and flattery, he leaned over and sniffed his hand.

Its nose was cold, and the soft hairs on its cheeks and ears rubbed against the back of his hand, and the warm and itchy feeling seemed to itch all the way to his heart, and he wanted to scratch but couldn't.

Iss glared at it, and had to admit that it was really ...... It's kind of cute.

- No, it's cheating!

The ice dragon became annoyed, and while spitting on its weak heart, he reached out and grabbed the back of its neck and lifted it up...... Thrown into his arms and held firmly.

No matter who this guy really is, swear by the name of the dragon, he will make sure that it will be obedient and will not play any tricks!.

Quillin Ayer walked briskly into his bedroom, closed the door, and stood quietly for a few moments before he reached the window and sat upright in his chair.

The bishop of Visa was well-buried, and there was nothing wrong with it even when he was alone—but that didn't help him in the slightest.

In the midst of the irritability, the air in the room was particularly dull. He got up and pushed open the window, and in the distance he could see the thriving river harbor of Visa, a small and small ship, square and sturdy, flying a black flag slowly sailing into the dock.

It was the Black Rock Dwarf's ship, the second of the year. He had planned to greet him himself, but if he couldn't get out of the predicament in front of him, even if the ship was loaded with jewels and precious metals, it wouldn't save the city.

For the past two years, there have been rumors that the dwarves are ready to leave this world, or close their gates, and live deep underground forever. If that were the case, it would be a heavy blow to Visa. Quillin, who had always been worried about this, was greatly relieved to see the first dwarven ship of the year sail into the harbor more than a month ago. The city has just barely recovered from last summer's disaster, and it really can't afford another "accident".

A month ago...... He didn't expect that there would be bigger "accidents" waiting for him.

He loves the city. Although he spent most of his life in Stonebuch, the beautiful city of all springs will always be a place of sojourn, and this is his home, the home solemnly handed over to him by his father when he was dying, and the pearl of the Northland, which has stood proudly for centuries on the banks of the Visa.

Two hundred years ago, another ruling family, another lord, chose between the king to whom he had sworn allegiance and his city, and has been spurned to this day. At this moment, Quillin realizes that he is faced with more or less the same choice, although it is not the king that he may have to betray, but the Temple of Collins, who has guarded the city for more than a hundred years.

Since the reign of the Ayer family over Visa, the Temple of Collins has been a more important and respectable ally than the kings of the far south, and even the time and method of large-scale transactions with the Black Rock Dwarves, and the rules that must be followed, were established with the help of Sage Felicity. For her sake, the dwarf, who has always been greedy for money and harsh, can be regarded as making a lot of concessions.

Felicity...... and the Holy Land of Collins. The undeniable power of the water god protects the vast forests and land, including Visa City. For more than a hundred years, the city was prosperous and prosperous, and the greatest disaster was an attack by the warlike neighbors of Anktann nearly a hundred years ago - without the help of the king or other lords, with the help of the priests and paladins of the god of water, the city of Visa managed to repel the enemy on its own, so that they would no longer dare to attack blatantly, and at most they could only stealthily occupy a few uninhabited forests in the north.

But now, that's all changed...... Seriously calculated, perhaps from the moment the huge white dragon smashed through the underground of the temple and rushed out of the lake, the shadow had already fallen.

He didn't know if it was to blame for the unusual ice dragon - he had his own way of getting the news, and as far as he knew, the dragon, despite its great power, seemed to be more naïve than humans of the same age.

And the young Sage who regarded an ice dragon as a close friend...... Should it be called lucky or unlucky?

He took a long breath, finally made a decision, strode to the table, spread out the scroll of paper, and began to write. But halfway through writing, he hesitantly stopped his pen, and anxiously crumpled the paper and threw it aside, replaced it with another one, and started again.

But the same fate befell this paper.

After discarding three sheets of paper in a row, he simply threw the pen in the inkwell and fell into deep thought.

A soft noise in the room made him look up alarmingly—there was a knock on the door...... but not from the outside of the door, but from the inside of the door.

(To be continued......)