The place is close to the Viinz River, and no matter how strong the buildings are, they cannot withstand the intrusion of water. The marks on the walls www.biquge.info the walls were clear, and at the deepest, the groundwater was almost up to their waists. But now, perhaps because the river has not yet begun to rise, or perhaps it has been cleared, there is only a thin layer of sewage mixed with sediment on the ground, which is slippery to step on, and it makes a little noise anyway.

Philip was no longer so cautious and strode forward. The "spiders" are much more agile and cautious than him, and every step is light and smooth, and if they do fight, these people will be very helpful...... or the enemy.

Filly withdrew his gaze and motioned for Marshall to follow him. After a few twists and turns of stairs, the doorless "hall" opened a huge mouth of darkness in front of them.

However, the moment you step in, the bright torches on the walls are lit one after another. Bright firelight illuminates the rectangular hall...... and a slender figure standing in the center of the hall.

It was a young man Filly had never seen, tall and thin, tightly wrapped in a hooded robe in the heat of summer, half of his face hidden in the shadows, revealing thin lips, pale chins, and glowing blue-green eyes under a mess of bangs.

“...... Andrew!" Marshall blurted out, shocked and angry, "Why are you here?!"

This is actually his son...... He was also a disciple of Stobel.

Fili watched in silence. It seemed as if no one else was here, neither Stormel nor the "missing" spiders were nowhere to be found, and the people they had brought with them were silently scattered in the shadows, unable to see what was going on.

The young man who stood there did not respond to his father's call, and the strange look in his eyes caused Filly to grab Marshall, who was about to walk past, trying to transform him from a worried father back to a calm Earl Hereford.

"What do you think this place looks like?" he asked in a low voice.

The whole "hall" ...... It did look like a hall, with two rows of stone pillars carved with quaint patterns, and if there were two more thrones on the stone platform at the end of the hall, and a long crimson carpet on the floor—the place would be like another pomegranate hall.

Marshall met his gaze, still surprised and flustered, but quickly nodded and did not try to rush over to give his son a hug...... Or a slap in the face.

"Andrew. He spoke again, his tone much calmer, with the majesty of a father, "What are you doing here?"

The young man's eyes flickered, and his expression suddenly became in a trance.

His lips squirmed, but he didn't make a sound. The chuckle of another man rang out out out of nowhere.

"Come and sing. The languid, sweet, but cold voice made Filly's face change instantly.

"Lydia ......"

He whispered the name through gritted teeth, a burning pain in the back of his neck.

"Because of some pointless insistence, this ritual requires someone to sing a ridiculous hymn...... This lovely young man appeared here at a very opportune time, and it would be unbearable to refuse his enthusiasm. ”

The female mage, who did not show up, finished her words without care.

A low scream came from the shadows. Philip followed the voice, and among the scattered "spiders", there was a person who was slowly sitting down against the wall, his body twitching violently, but he could no longer scream.

"Don't move, little spider. Lydia warned faintly, "I have a little friendship with Fraya, if you obediently lie on the edge of the wall and put away your silk...... Maybe I can make your death less painful. ”

No one moved, not even a glance at the companion who was still twitching. The invisible enemy seems to have taken control of everything in the blink of an eye.

Fili turned his head and remained calm. He suspected that there was a secret door or something like that on the wall, Stellan ...... And some other people were hiding inside, maybe even some mechanism, otherwise, if this hall was all they saw, Lydia wouldn't care what the spiders were quietly fumbling for - they had nowhere to run.

Marshall was trembling slightly, angry and afraid. But he didn't act rashly, didn't even speak rashly, just winked at Fili.

Filly was relieved—the Earl had apparently had other plans.

If they communicate well...... The paladin suppressed the bitterness that had once again sprung up in his heart and judged the form in front of him.

"I thought you were going to get back together with Scott. He spoke slowly, "He'd rather turn his face on me than trust you...... And you're just going to sacrifice him to the gods again?"

“...... He's a hopeless fool!"

Lydia blurted out something in annoyance, which made Fili a little surprised. He was trying to use Scott to stall for a little time...... Unexpectedly, it seemed to poke the female mage's sore spot.

The complicated mood silenced him for a moment, and the female mage had quickly realized her gaffe, and her sweeter voice carried cold venom:

"Besides, what does this have to do with Scott? You know very well that he's not here, and he's not going to be here...... Well, all I want is you, my knight. ”

Filly couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth - what was this? Did he take him for his own by branding a mark on his neck? He wasn't a horse!

"I don't have any mysterious bloodlines. "I was just a sheep herder before I became a paladin, are you sure your master wants such a sacrifice?"

"But you already have his mark on you...... Although I engraved it by accident. Lydia smiled coldly, "Don't worry, you're perfect...... Besides, your soul has nowhere to go - this is fate, knight, from which you cannot escape. ”

The heart seemed to be held tightly by something, and another sarcasm could not be spoken. After a brief moment of distraction, the shadows cast on the ground by the stone pillars on both sides twisted and converged at his feet, and he only had time to push Marshall out violently, and the whole person was already swept into the air.

The smoky gray mist wrapped around his body, barely feeling anything, and he couldn't break free. The blessed sword sliced through the mist without hindrance, leaving no trace...... It doesn't serve any purpose either. The light dispelled the mist in a very short moment, sending him tumbling down for a moment, and then quickly being pulled into the air again, and as a paladin, he didn't have many spells to use.

. (To be continued.) )