Borena pulled the simple pendant from under his collar and threw it in the open palm of Crofeller's hand, asking nothing.

Ethan Croeffler knows it all – and he didn't know it the first day.

His other hand had silently drawn the Murderer's Sword, which was across his knee. He couldn't tell why...... He didn't know what was going on outside the carriage, but at this moment, in the silence, the warrior's instinct screamed in his ear that was more dangerous than when facing the invisible serpent underground.

He used the tip of his sword to poke a crack in the window. This time Croefler didn't stop him again, just stared thoughtfully at the pendant in a daze.

No more fog drifted in from the window, and a bleak ray of sunlight fell on Borena's face, shining his eyes full of surprise.

"This is not ......" he couldn't help but speak, and then felt something hit him.

There was a sudden darkness in front of him, and an angry roar had already blurted out: "Yi ......!"

The voice burst out of thin air with only one syllable—along with his whole being.

The useless pendant fell on the soft cushion with a soft thud, and the door of the carriage was ripped out by some force almost at the same moment, and the whole carriage fell crookedly to one side.

Crofeller, who was not very agile, rolled left and right, fell out of the carriage in great embarrassment, and was grabbed by a large hand on his back before he could hit the ground.

He wasn't strong, but he had the thick skeleton of a northerner, and the man who carried him with one hand was as easy as a child.

Although he felt a little humiliated, Croeffler did not do a useless struggle. He looked down at the man in mid-air—tangled hair that even obscured the man's eyes, but the bulging forehead and unusually tall figure were unmistakable features.

This is a barbarian.

They glared at each other for a moment. Croeffler couldn't tell if there was any sanity in the bloodshot eyes that stared straight at him...... To be honest, this was the first time he had seen a barbarian.

Then he was thrown away like a useless bag of garbage.

At least, it wasn't an undead who would tear at his flesh - Croefler got up silently, slapped the dirt off his body, watched as the savage slowly but surely walked slowly but surely towards the carriage that had fallen to the ground, dismantled it into a pile of pieces with his bare hands, let out a muffled and angry roar before he could remove another person from it, jumped into the pile and stomped and smashed it like crazy.

Croefler raised an eyebrow, no longer looking at the irascible and meaningless demeanor. His gaze swept over the deserted streets—the ruined buildings around them were similar in style to Balach, if not more grandiose, but as if they had been abandoned for years. The surrounding forests surround this small highland, almost impermeable, and looking north, you can faintly see the glint of wide plains and lakes.

It was clearly not his city anymore, and there were no of his guards by his side. A group of men, only he and Borena were riding, and the carriage in which he and Borena were riding seemed to have suddenly passed through an invisible door and entered the abandoned castle - not even the horses had been brought with them.

It's magic that's so subtle...... Or did someone do something in the carriage?

After a few moments, the voice of another man finally came from behind a half-collapsed arch:

"Where is he?!"

"Obviously, not here. Ethan replied without looking back, calm but helpless, "Seriously...... Can't you just do something meaningful?"

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By the time the second syllable burst out of his throat, Borena was already in another dimension.

He sat down in an empty and quiet room, the circle below him flashed a faint light, and a young priest on the side of the circle looked at the man who suddenly appeared, and blurted out, "Who are you?!"

He had even raised his staff, and it was more like an instinctive desire to smash it into the uninvited guest's head than a gesture of preparing to cast a spell.

Borena jumped up with a grim face.

He recognized this place—it was a teleportation array deep in the Anduch Temple in the city of Balach. The pendant teleported him back in an instant...... As promised by the High Priest himself.

Very useful...... But it didn't work at the right time.

"What about your high priest?!" he roared, swinging his sword away from the staff that had fallen from his head, "I am your king!"

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Laval, who had just returned to the temple, hurried over, sending for the soldiers who had lost their king and consul as they walked down the streets, and were in a state of panic, and asked the priests to retrace the spell.

The pendant he gave to Borena could only be used once. The spell attached to it is connected to the teleportation circle, and even if the pendant is destroyed, it can be found where it was used.

However, even as they returned to the abandoned fortress hidden at the junction of the West Kasdan Forest and the Far North Wasteland, Ethan Crofeller was gone.

Borena stared gloomily at the carriage, which was so broken that he couldn't see its original face, and scolded through gritted teeth: "...... Bastard!"

He scolded himself...... Also Ethan. Facing unknown dangers, not facing them together, but getting him away without saying anything, may be the way to treat the king, but not the way to treat friends.

He thinks he knows Ethan Crooffler, but until now, he has known his friends, not his consuls - otherwise he might have made the same choice as Croeffler in the first place. After all, the country didn't really need him as a king.

The only thing that reassured him was that there were no signs of a fight or blood around the carriage, except for the broken wagon—just a pile of clothes and ornaments that had been taken off and taken off.

That's Croeffler's clothes. Thinking that the guy was forced to take off the light and the sun, Borena was furious and worried, but at the same time couldn't help but want to laugh a little.

In any case, he is at least alive.

Dragged by Ed to meddle with his minds, Iss picked out a strip of rag from the scrap of wood and threw it to Borena.

“...... Barbarian. Borena said.

He recognized the coarse, piercing fabric that only savages could wear, though it no longer smelled of smoky odor.

"Barbarians don't know magic. Ed said.

"Controlled barbarians. Borena muttered, her face becoming even more ugly—it was a familiar one.

"Lord Laval. He turned around and shouted, already having a guess in his mind: "Eli Crooffler...... Is it still in Llewellyn's temple?"

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