"This is it. As soon as he pushed the door open, Scott was sure, "This should be the crow's room." ”

Naria described to him the uniqueness of the room - "It looked like it should exist in a wooden house in the woods, not a castle." ”

That's not true.

"Wow, this lady is really ...... Taste uniquely. Filly looked up at the half-decayed wooden beams and commented, "So, what are we looking for?"

"This. Scott stepped over the mess, walked a few steps to the table, grabbed the few pieces of letterhead that were still on the table, and recognized the familiar handwriting at a glance, "...... This is indeed what Lydia wrote to her. ”

Philip leaned over and glanced at it with a few blank eyes, frowning and complaining, "What the hell is this language of that race?"

He didn't understand a word.

"The language of the mage. Scott replied, having to admit, that he didn't understand much either.

"So we'll have to find a mage to translate?"

"Nope. Do you know how many mages have been killed by their curiosity? If it's some kind of spell, it's hard to guarantee that they won't try it secretly, especially if it's probably related to the Black Gate. Scott shoved the pieces of paper to Filly, "Bring them to Sean, and he'll know what to do." ”

Fili sighed, only to feel that his head was as big as a bucket.

"If it's true that the White Crow created the Black Gate......," Scott looked around the messy room, "even if she's gifted, she can't succeed once, she's always going to leave some record...... Fili, rummage through the pile. ”

He pointed to the messy pile of scrolls, pages, and books in the corner.

“...... I don't even know what I'm looking for!" Filly stood still. "I don't think she'd thoughtfully write at the beginning of every page in words I can read, 'Here is a transcript of the experiment on how to open the gates of hell!'......" Why don't you let your brother help, he's a dragon. He can read everything!"

"The dragon" gave him a blank look, and turned to the other side of the room, making it clear that he had no intention of helping.

"There are two dragons carved on the black door. Scott groaned as he remembered the other strangeness of the two doors, "It's not a rune or a demon, it's a dragon ......"

"Dragons aren't going to guard Hell!" Iss tossed proudly and angrily, "You humans just like to mess around with dragons!"

"yes, yes. For you are majestic and famous, and you have been known from ancient times to the present day for your strength and wealth. Clever and stinky, far superior to all creatures in the world. Fili teased and squatted in front of the mess of heavenly books.

If only that were the case......

Scott smiled wryly as he walked over to the bookshelf, a deeper shadow in his eyes.

He wanted to keep Isis away from all dangers. only to find out what seems to be all the secrets behind it. There are dragons' shadows.

Isis hesitated, hesitating whether he should turn around and "do a favor".

He wasn't really uninterested in what they called the gates of hell. For many years, countless people, including necromancers, have coveted the power of hell - evil, but it is undoubtedly powerful. Dragons don't have a fear of hell because their souls don't go to hell, but they have dealt with demons before...... That's not a pleasant deal to work with.

Even the dragon that had tried to punish the gods, in the most desperate situation, never thought of opening a passage between hell and this world...... A world occupied by gods and their puppets. It wasn't good for the dragon, but it was burned by the flames of hell. A world littered with greedy and ugly demons will only get worse.

Probably only humans are creatures...... will be so crazy and desperate for his own desires.

But the gods wouldn't ignore such a catastrophe - and Scott didn't let him help!

Iss stared sulked at the wall on the other side of the room. On the wall hangs a very clumsy portrait of a slightly chubby middle-aged woman trying to strike a dignified posture and looking at him with a smile on her face...... How could a woman like a crow hang such a picture in her room?

Eth walked over with some curiosity, tilted his head and stared at the painting for a long time, but did not see anything precious.

His heart moved, and he stretched out his hand to remove the portrait.

A sharp pain came from his fingertips and hit his heart. Is's eyes darkened, and he involuntarily staggered backwards.

"Is!"

Scott rushed over almost immediately.

Iss shook his head away from the dizziness and looked at his fingers—his claws popping out instinctively.

"A magic trap. He shook his hand in exasperation, "No big deal. ”

"All the magical power in this castle has been connected to the Black Gate, and it weakened it when it left. Scott frowned and dragged him away, "Otherwise you probably wouldn't have been so lucky...... This may well have been a deadly trap. Stop touching anything!"

Even out of apprehension, Iss hated the tone - Scott always seemed to forget that he wasn't the fragile little human boy anymore!

Without a word, he broke away from Scott's hand and ripped the disgusting portrait off the wall.

“...... I've told you all about the late rebellious period. ”

He could hear Filly gloating and muttering to Scott, suddenly tempted to bite off the mouthy paladin's head.

But he could only vent his anger on the closet that appeared behind the portrait.

Ignoring the delicate little lock, the indestructible claws easily ripped open the entire cabinet door. There was no other trap - the crow probably didn't expect anyone to survive the first.

There were very few things in the cupboard. On the top floor lay a ridiculously ugly wooden doll - Iss carefully didn't touch it, it looked like something cursed.

The second layer is a ridiculously large deep blue gemstone. It was a midnight blue like a clear summer sky, so deep that it was almost black, and even if it had not been cut, it could not hide the dazzling light that flowed through it.

Such a gem is enough to start a war among any race.

"Oh......" Paladin Fili Zeri, who should have been pure-hearted and regarded all money as nothing, let out a heartfelt admiration.

Even Isis had to admit that it was attractive. But he managed to look away, and casually lifted the dull black wooden box on the third layer.

"Is......" Scott sighed behind him.

He ignored him.

There was a strange knife lying in the box...... It can hardly be called a "knife". It appears to be a fragment of a weapon, fitted to the hilt without any recasting or polishing - but the value of the hilt makes it impossible to ignore this "fragment".

"Adamantite?" whispered Iss in surprise.

The metal, more precious than Mithril, was cast into a golden dragon with its head bowed slightly, and a woman with only curly hair curling down her body stretched out her arms and hugged its neck backwards with a leisurely expression, and the wings of the golden dragon firmly clasped the blade that was no longer than the length of Is's forearm.

The blade seemed inconspicuous, but it gave Iss a strange feeling that he didn't even want to reach out and touch it.

“...... Don't you think this woman's face looks a bit like Lady Raven?" asked Fili.

Ise suddenly became a little furious, and slapped the lid of the box with a thud.

"Only humans would waste materials to make such an ugly thing!" he said angrily.

Scott grabbed the wooden box, hesitated for a moment, and gave it to Fili: "Bring it to ......"

"Bring Sean, I know, I know. Philip flipped the box and teased casually, "You're so generous to the knights of the water god, won't Nesses be jealous?"

Scott's face froze.

“...... Sorry, bad joke. Filly raised his hand in awkwardness to apologize.

Scott shook his head with a wry smile.

Fili touched the huge gem with his hand, and Ace glared coldly at his hand, his light blue eyes turning golden little by little.

The paladin shook his head and smiled, and sent the gem to him.

They didn't find anything more useful. As he was about to walk out of the castle gate, Iss grabbed Scott.

"We'll have to talk. He said in a tough tone.

Feeley patted Scott on the shoulder sympathetically and slipped away without looking back.

When he had to face it, Scott calmed down.

"Is something wrong?" he asked.

Isis was stunned for a moment, and suddenly didn't know how to speak, and only after a while did he ask angrily: "Don't tell me you don't know I'm looking for you...... Why are you avoiding me?!"

Most of his anger was due to these days of worrying and finding nothing. If Scott had indeed become the Sage of Nesshers, he would be just as helpless, just as he simply couldn't get Ed back to be his useless but carefree friend...... Every day, there were countless terrible speculations running wild in his mind, and sometimes he even wished that he had chosen to stay away from this world in the first place—even the unbearable loneliness was better than such endless concerns.

"I didn't. Scott replied calmly, "I just have something to do." ”

"Then at least leave me a message and let me know where to find you!" The obvious perfunctory made Iss even angrier.

"Sorry...... I was going to go to you after solving the matter here, but I didn't expect to be trapped underground. Scott said lightly, his gaze falling on the mottled shadows of the ground—the sunlight shining through the broken glass windows, casting one blurry point of light after another, making him reminisce about those idle afternoons in Christesburg.

How long ago was that, and it felt like a memory from another life......

“...... Look me in the eye and say it again. Iss said through gritted teeth. From a young age, he was able to quickly tell when Scott was lying, and just because he didn't tell the story didn't mean he liked to be scammed!

Scott looked up, a slight anger on his face, "What the hell do you want me to say? I'm your brother...... The man who raised you is not your son!I don't need to explain everything I do to you!".

(To be continued......)