Isis went back to the Enshi Valley alone.

The valley was still deep and quiet, and this time even Mudder did not come out to meet him. As he walked into the courtyard, the old mage and his golem servant were crouching on the ground to loosen the soil for the flowers, looking up at him at a leisurely pace and with almost the same posture.

"I'll ...... Find this book. Isis said a little embarrassed.

"You know where the study is. Ingris bowed his head and took care of his red primrose intently, ignoring him.

Iss ran into his study and quickly found the book of Dragons and Others that he had flipped through earlier. The last time he swept by, he remembered seeing a ridiculous story about a mage who wanted to gain the power of a dragon and tricked a flame dragon into exchanging souls with him, only to find himself trapped in that huge body, unable to fly, breathe fire, or even move his claws, while the flame dragon in his original body was still able to manipulate fire. The dragon taunted the stupid mage, telling him that the dragon's power came from the soul rather than the body, and that now it would become the most powerful mage and return the world to the dragon's rule in another way. But the dragon forgot one of the biggest problems, the human body was too fragile to bear its power, and the "most powerful mage" was burned by his own flames before he could enter any human village.

This is ridiculous, it is completely impossible to be true, first of all, the souls of humans and dragons are not interchangeable, and the power of dragons exists in both body and soul, and both are indispensable. But......

He remembered meeting Scott in the necromancer's cave. He even once suspected that it was a human turned into a flame dragon. His golden eyes, the unusual flames he manipulated, and he chanted spells in the language of dragons instead of the Old Elves...... Isis had to suspect that it had something to do with a flame dragon.

In that body was clearly Scott's soul. He's more like he's being controlled by some force. But dragons don't have such spells, and they can't bring people back from the dead...... Unless a dragon becomes a god, which is absolutely impossible, let alone whether a dragon can do it, the gods will not allow such a thing to happen.

A dragon can't even be a necromancer, they will never be able to manipulate human souls, whether they are dead or alive...... And Scott is obviously still alive......

Eth sat blankly on the ground. He thought he could find something. But now my mind is even more chaotic.

A wooden hand with only two fingers handed him a steaming cup of tea, exuding the familiar scent of flowers.

“...... Do you have a soul?" asked Mud, looking up a little dazed.

The Wood Golem "looked" at him. Still the same melancholy, contemplative expression.

It's all there is to it.

Isis sighed, feeling like he was about to be as stupid as Ed.

"Didn't you find what you were looking for?" asked the old mage slowly, behind him.

"I don't know, I thought ......" Iss bit his lip in frustration. "I didn't know what I was looking for!"

He tried to drop the book again, but after hesitation, he snapped the huge book shut and stuffed it back into its place.

"Then maybe you should think differently and think about the person you're looking for...... And what did he want? The old man said slowly.

“...... Do you know who I'm looking for?" Iss looked back at him, a glimmer of hope in his eyes, "Do you know ...... then?"

The old man had begun to shake his head slowly: "I'm not that half-elf, I don't know where your brother is, and I don't know what happened to him. ”

Is's eyes quickly dimmed, "I know what he wants. Alan also knew, and he wanted to find out why the king here wanted to kill the priests and followers of Nesses. Allen says his friends will be staring at ......"

He stopped abruptly and looked at the old mage suspiciously, "That's not what you meant. Isn't it?"

Inglis smiled and replied, "I heard that dragons have good eyesight, and when they fly above the sky, they can see everything on the earth, even a flower in the valley, the source of the birth of a stream......"

The young ice dragon had already galloped out before he could finish speaking. He hurried back and shoved the half-spilled cup of tea back into Mud's hand.

"Drink it next time! and...... Thank you!"

He awkwardly faced the Wood Golem and thanked the old man who had helped him more than once, and then hurried away.

Ingris shook his head and sighed, "Patience." Dragons...... You still haven't learned this. ”

Mulder nodded slowly as if in agreement, and handed the old man half a cup of tea left.

Borena held out a hand to Ethan, and his palm shook upwards twice.

"I won. He said he wanted to be more careless, but the corners of his mouth turned up uncontrollably.

Ethan glared at him angrily, pulled out a gold coin and threw it to him, with a warning: "You won once, but you didn't win to the end!"

Satisfied, Borena threw the coin back and rested his legs on the table.

His leg is healed. When Joaquin Dejury saw his broken leg, he immediately called in the priest of the nearest temple to treat him, and the look on the old king's face convinced him that no matter how angry and suspicious he was about him, at least he didn't want him to die.

He went straight to Joaquin, and although it took some effort to get into the Black Castle and stand in front of his father, it was worth it.

This was not their original plan. Ethan's plans were always cautious and thoughtful, the polar opposite of his irascible personality, but the moment the towering towers of Blackcastle fell into view, Borena made the decision regardless of it, leaving Ethan to the side to thunder.

That's too bold indeed. If Joaquin really wanted to kill him, he would have basically given away his life.

But Joaquin not only found someone to heal his injuries, but also immediately decided to take him with him to the celebration of Trini's Day, so that he could appear in front of everyone. He guessed it was some kind of warning - to the man who wanted to murder him. His Majesty the King of Anktanne was clearly angry that someone dared to demand his son's life.

Even the son who shouldn't exist.

Borena is not without a little resentment towards his father, if not for himself, but for his mother...... But after so many years, when he saw the old man in front of him who was still not smiling and his hair was gray, he suddenly felt that there was nothing unforgivable.

He is such a relative, whether it is a king or a wanderer on the street, this is the only one.

Sergio, the little blonde prince, called him "brother" in front of Joaquin, but Borena was not naïve enough to think that he would really think that he would really regard him as an older brother, and Her Majesty would never allow it.

Anyway, after being looked at from head to toe countless times at Trine and becoming everyone's talk, it wasn't so easy to let him die silently once again, no matter who wanted to kill him

“...... You're so satisfied?"

Ethan stared at him with suspicion, "You proved that it wasn't your father who wanted to kill you, and then you're going to disappear again?"

There was a hint of anger in his voice, and Borena uncomfortably lowered his leg again, muttering, "I didn't say that......"

"But that's what you thought!" Ethan slammed to his feet, "goodbye." I'll collect your body when it's rotting in the streets, and the Crollers can at least do that for you!"

"Wait!wait!" Borena hurriedly stopped his friend who was about to leave, "What I want is different from what I do!"

Ethan glared at Borena. It's a complete rhetoric, but this man can say it so eloquently.

"You know how people describe people like you, right?" he asked with a cold face.

"Duplicity?" said Borenna, sneering nonchalantly.

"Shameless!" Ethan scolded, but sat back down anyway.

"If it's not your father, it's most likely your 'stepmother'. He said sarcastically.

"Well, but we don't have proof. There's no news from Thornone's side yet......"

Borena scratched his head. It was not easy for him to get in touch with the men who had been separated from them. They were fortunate to be alive and should not have been involved in more trouble, but after Hayes' death, no one knew the situation at the mouth of the Kuz better than Sonoen.

Thinking of Hayes, the man who hated people to joke about his growing belly the most, and was always overly nervous, Borena's face became gloomy. Even for the sake of those who died innocently, he couldn't just leave it at that.

"Kazia is not a cautious person, and even if someone helps, there will always be flaws. "Before we find the evidence...... It's a good idea to visit your parents and siblings at Blackcastle often. ”

“...... Kazia won't be happy. Borena smiled wryly.

Joaquin admitted that Borena was his son in front of everyone, but did not let him live in Black Castle, presumably with similar troubles in mind.

Ethan sneered.

"All I want is for her to be 'unhappy'. ”

- He doesn't care if he's happy or not.

As he walked back to his room, Borena thought helplessly. He didn't want to deal with Kazia at all, and the woman looked at him as if he were a rat who only deserved to live in the gutter.

He pushed open the door a little absent-mindedly. He hadn't slept here last night, the fire in the fireplace had gone out at some point, the heavy curtains had blocked the sunlight, and the room was dark. He should have called someone to make a fire, but he was a little lazy, and it wasn't too cold anyway.

As he walked to the window to open the curtains, he suddenly realized that he was not alone in the room.

He stepped back vigilantly, but the door slammed tightly. In the deeper darkness, he saw a pair of golden eyes.

“...... Is?"

In confusion, he involuntarily called out the name.

(To be continued)