In the moonlight, Scott Criess looked up at him. The shadow of a statue of a warrior standing with a sword on the stone platform was falling on him, blurring his face, except for a pair of light blue eyes, which in the faint light resembled the eternal glacier on the top of the Far North Mountain, without the slightest fluctuation.

Sethana subconsciously tensed the muscles of his whole body and bowed slightly.

In a split second, he could draw his twin swords.

He didn't have much of an impression of Scott, even though he had saved him from a group of imps beneath the Raven Castle, but he was unconscious by then...... He had an elven instinctive respect for him for a priesthood, but that respect had been worn away into more vigilance after witnessing what the followers of Nesses had done during this time.

However, at this moment, the pressure brought to him by the man standing in front of him was more like a powerful warrior than some sage who didn't know the truth or falsehood...... He was cold, dangerous, and like any powerful opponent, he quickly ignited a surging battle intent in the sword dancer's heart, but he could not generate disgust or suspicion.

"Tell your companion," Scott began, "get out of here, immediately." Don't stop, don't look back, the farther away the better. ”

Sounds like it should be a warning...... But it didn't provoke the anger of the elves.

There was no malice in that warning.

He was a little hesitant - he was really not good at dealing with people. He wanted to ask something, to ask if the man knew what the believers were doing, why he was here, but he didn't know how to speak.

In that momentary hesitation, Scott disappeared from front of him.

Sesyana straightened up and exhaled slightly in a sudden sense of loss.

- I don't know if there is a chance to fight this man. He thought.

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“...... Pack your things. Rosa said, "Let's go." ”

She didn't hesitate at all. No matter how Scott knew they were here, and why he was willing to let them go, running away was the best option—she didn't want to confront the man who didn't know the bottom of it.

There were five people crammed into the small basement. This small team was not originally prepared to fight to the death at any cost, they were just here to find out some news, and at most to do a little damage if they could...... Their Majesty has always been angry about the people in the temple who may have hurt his brother and don't know what they are up to, but he also knows very well that even if there is a country, it is not wise to fight hard, not to mention that the country has just experienced a civil strife, and the followers of Nethers have quickly grown to most of the country in the war.

No one questioned her decision. The few Anktann people in her hands, who originally didn't treat women as people, have been trained honestly by her for more than half a year.

Only one person hesitated: "Mon An is still in the temple......"

Of them, Mon Ann was the only one who managed to infiltrate the temple, if it had already been discovered...... Probably, there will not be such "good luck" as theirs.

Rosa just silently patted him on the shoulder.

The man hung his head and said nothing more. He feared his companion who had come out of the mouth of the Kuz River with him, but what they had done could not have been expected without sacrifice.

"I can ......," Sesyana began, and Rosa immediately raised a finger and raised an eyebrow sternly.

"Don't be stupid. She said.

"I can. Sesyana looked straight at her without flinching.

Rosa was furious.

As a proud elf by nature - and a sword dancer, Sethyana is actually quite "obedient", but when she is really stubborn, it still gives her a headache.

She rubbed her fingers together and thought quickly. She has full confidence in Sesyana's abilities, coupled with Scott's ambiguous attitude...... If you just take advantage of the night to rescue someone, it may not be impossible.

“...... We'll have to leave before dawn. She said she reluctantly compromised.

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Even when he sensed danger at the moment of pushing the window, Sesyana resolutely climbed in.

He'd been watching the temple all these days, and there had never been a candle in the window, it was supposed to be empty, and it was remote enough......

He forgot that someone had "returned" just in time today.

“...... Don't you understand the lingua franca?"

There was no sharp blade or shouting from the head. In the darkness, there seemed to be a little emotion in Scott's voice—something that didn't sound good.

"I'm here to take my companion. Sethyana replied quickly and frankly, letting go of the hilt of his sword.

Scott sat on the edge of the bed, not looking like he was going to fall asleep or be woken up, but like he was going to sit there all night.

"'Companion?'" Scott repeated.

Sesyana was silent for a moment. The blurted out title surprised even himself—had he already admitted that the coarse northerners were his "companions"?

"His name is Mon An. In the end, he avoided the question, "brown hair, black eyes, and a scar on the left eyelid." ”

"I don't know most of the people here. Scott replied casually, suddenly raising his voice, "Castile!"

Almost immediately, there was a response from outside the door: "My lord?"

"Call Mon'an. ”

“...... No one here called ......"

"Brown hair, black eyes, and a scar on the left eyelid. Scott said.

There was silence outside the door for a moment, and the sound of footsteps went and returned. Sesyana stood in the shadows by the window, motionless, still feeling a little unreal until Mon was pushed through the door.

"Take it away. Scott said.

Meng An looked left and right, and his expression as if he was at home gradually turned into dazed and sluggish.

Scott waved his hand, and the door slammed shut to cut off the even more bewildered sight of the guards outside.

Sesyana didn't move, she didn't make a sound, and she felt a little annoyed in her heart...... and another, more outlandish emotion.

He didn't like that his risky rescue had become a joke – though he had no intention of thinking of himself as a hero. He didn't like the indifference of this man who seemed to control everything with ease, and didn't care about anything, which reminded him......

Who comes to mind?

He almost subconsciously cut off his memory, but he couldn't cut off the elven sentence that rushed out of his mouth:

"What can I do for you?"

Scott glanced at him.

“...... Do you know what I'm going to do?" he asked.

"I don't know. Sethyana replied, suddenly calming down in that moment, "What can I do for you?—— you won't find a sword faster than mine again." ”

He said the same thing a few years ago. He committed the unpardonable crime of doing so, becoming a homeless exile...... But he never regretted it.

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