Naria decides to continue hating Scott.

She didn't have a problem with magic, and it was a surprise to be on a boat at Hilborn's Ferry one moment and the flowering plains of Collins the next. But...... Can't this person say hello first?!Can you do whatever you want so domineeringly with great power?!You have wasted the boat that your dwarven friends specially prepared for them, and at least you have to apologize first?!......

But in fact, what annoyed her the most was the sudden loss of control when she was teleported...... She hated that powerlessness that she couldn't help herself.

She took a deep breath and let her suddenly fastened heartbeat return to normal, glad to see that she wasn't the only one who hated this kind of behavior - Alan glared at Scott with a mixed expression, but there was absolutely no "appreciation" in it. Goodyle, on the other hand, looked like he had seen a ghost, his already not very good-looking face became more and more gloomy, and his black eyes flashed with surprise and suspicion under his thick eyebrows that drooped slightly. And the others, both companions and captives, looked around with some uneasiness.

The only one who was happy about this short trip was probably Akan. The big man carried his hammer on his shoulder, looked around excitedly like a child, grinned wide, and even crouched down and touched the grass under his feet, as if to determine whether it was real or not.

I don't know if I didn't feel it at all or didn't care at all, Scott ignored all this, walked to the white temple not far away, walked a few steps only to find that no one had followed, and turned back to express silent doubts with the wrinkles between his eyebrows.

He clearly didn't feel like he was doing anything wrong.

Alan let out a suppressed sigh and shook his head helplessly. At his beckoning. Narya, and they escorted the captives to the temple.

The breeze on the spring field quickly blew away the displeasure in Naria's heart. She casually tied up her blown-out black hair, coiled it behind her head, and looked up to smile heartily at the familiar silver-white figure under the blue sky.

She didn't need to open her mouth to call. The ice dragon circled and fell, and when he ran towards her, he had already transformed back into the blonde young man - only the spell of transformation, he seemed to be getting more and more proficient, and Nalya couldn't help but feel a little regret...... She probably won't see the one who accidentally turned herself into a little boy again.

But this little thought must not be known to Is.

"Are these guys?" said Iss, walking side by side with Naria, glancing coldly at the "hunters" who had different expressions but were all staring at him with uncontrollable surprise, "Who the hell are they?"

"I haven't had time to ask. Naria shrugged. But Alan said they seemed to be just mercenaries...... They probably don't get much useful out of their mouths. ”

"At least you've got something. Is's tone was a little frustrated, "I hate it. Nothing can be determined, nothing can be done. Procrastinating hesitated...... Can't you just do it?"

"Humanity has to worry about many things. "It's rare for Naria to have a chance to look like a little sister," but she can't be as free and unrestrained as a dragon. Especially Ed ...... Is he okay? Is there a guy crouching in the corner crying?"

This sentence must not be heard by the priests in the temple...... The last time she inadvertently slapped Ed on the back of the head as she did before, she was stared at uncomfortably.

Isis couldn't help but laugh: "Even if there is." I didn't see it. ”

Naria loved his smile. It was as if all the ice and snow melted in an instant, pure, brilliant, without scheming, as clear as his light blue eyes.

As they walked up the stone bridge that led to the temple, they had to avoid an oncoming knight riding a horse. The knight's dark blue robes revealed his identity - it was an emissary from Visa. The knight seemed to look at them in surprise as he ran past them, but did not stop. Instead, he kicked the horse in the belly and accelerated to rush over.

"Is there any news from Lord Ayir?" asked Naria, looking at the knight's back.

"Sort of. Ed said that the lord had not given him any definite answer, but that he seemed to be happy when he met with Ayer...... Happy as a bear that has eaten enough honey and rolls on the ground. Is's tone was a little disdainful, but there was a smile in his eyes.

Naria burst out laughing, laughing even louder when she saw Ed, who had received the news and rushed out to greet them.

“...... Uh, do you already know?" Ed was a little confused, but still smiling uncontrollably, "Lord Ayer has promised to invite King Ante to Visa as an intermediary, and he will find a suitable place for us to meet!"

“...... When?" Scott asked, apparently not happy about it.

"He said he had received an answer from the king, and it was set in ten days......" Ed was slightly disturbed by his look, "That's good news, isn't it?"

"I hope so—but I'm afraid it won't be that simple. It was Alan who answered him.

"You should already know that His Majesty isn't very trustworthy...... Alan glanced at Scott, "don't let that put you off, that's probably what he's trying to do." In addition, the most powerful weapon is still the truth...... Hopefully, we'll find out soon. ”

Ed scratched his neck, nodded, looked at the dozen or so captives behind them, hesitated for a moment, and cautiously asked, "...... Is it okay to just catch people in the temple? We're just clergyman...... Not the ruler of any country or city......"

Alan was stunned - he really hadn't thought about it at all.

Sean Frecher never cared about this, as long as he thought it was the right thing, he would not think about the authority of the temple, he would catch what he should catch and kill what he should kill, and Felicity never asked...... He took everything for granted and felt beyond reproach, but that was probably the reason why Ante Beauford was resentful and uneasy, and thus became increasingly hostile to the Temple.

Sean Fletcher was wrong -- the idea was incredible. But he may have been wrong, and now it is Ed who is paying the price.

"I can't care so much about it now. Scott frowned. "These people know something...... And there may be Tim's killer among them. ”

Ed opened his mouth, but stopped talking.

"If you feel that Lord Ayir can be trusted, you can send someone to inform him and hand them over to Visa...... But it's better to wait two days. Allen offered a compromise suggestion, "At least wait until we ask something first." ”

Ed nodded vigorously.

"Need my help?" said Iss, holding out a finger, silver claws emerging from his fingertips.

"Nope. Scott glared at him, "If you're bored." You can practice your spells, and a dragon's strength shouldn't just be its natural fangs and claws. ”

Is's face tensed unhappily - dragons were the most powerful of magical creatures, he knew ...... But he didn't really have much interest in magic.

Even for a dragon. In addition to the spitting that is a gift, casting spells also requires concentration, patience, and caution - and he doesn't have any.

...... Well, he felt that Scott didn't either.

"We'll have to talk. Allen said.

“...... Now?" Scott frowned.

They had just sent the captives into the dungeon. Narya: They had already figured out who was the leader of the escorts. And Brooke is using his tricks to start the first round of gentle interrogation.

Alan would also like to stay. Even if it's just standing on the sidelines and listening. Brooke has his own way of dealing with these guys, but Alan is more familiar with the kind of "mercenaries", and he may be able to see something that Brooke can't detect...... But not when he had something else on his mind and couldn't concentrate at all.

"Now. He said firmly, "I don't know when you'll be gone again." ”

Scott followed him helplessly to a secluded corner, his expression visibly impatient.

When he was young, he was also reckless and reckless, stubborn and did not look back...... But not so irritable, not arbitrary and inconsiderate of other people's feelings.

Alan believed that it was indeed Scott Christus who was in front of him. Whether he has ever risen from the dead or not. But in him, there is indeed something that has completely changed. And Alan couldn't turn a blind eye to this, as if nothing happened.

"Naria, they brought back seventeen people...... Plus yourself, you teleported twenty-four people from Hilborn to Collins so easily, without even reciting a single word of the spell. He spoke calmly, "Not even Celebrian can do that, and that half-elf is already one of the most powerful priests I know. ”

Scott lowered his eyes, his expression flickering. Alan waited on crutches for him to come up with some lame lie, but Scott gave up without even much effort.

"I'm not just a pastor...... I am the Sage of Nesses. His tone was stiff and his expression was awkward, as if the title was some kind of disgrace rather than glory.

Allen's consciousness froze for a moment before he recovered, and he shook his head incredulously: "Another Sage?"

In his opinion, this does not bode well. A calm and safe world doesn't need so many powerful guardians...... But the world was clearly not at peace, and he should be glad that the gods hadn't given up on humanity.

The unexpected answer made him almost forget what he was trying to say, until Scott asked him, a little irritably, "Is this explanation enough?"

“...... That's enough. Alan sighed and replied, "I can't question your power, but I'm worried about the way you're using it, that kind of ...... Unscrupulous, it scares me. ”

Scott looked at him with some surprise, as if he didn't expect to hear the word "scared" from his mouth.

“...... I can control it. He said, his voice lowered, as if he understood why Alan was afraid.

"I hope so. Alan smiled wryly, "But I've heard Lydia say the same thing before...... How it will end, you know very well. ”

"I'm not Lydia. Scott looked at him earnestly, his eyes becoming more and more golden than pale blue in the dim light...... But still clear," Allen ...... You have to trust me. ”

That was supposed to be a promise...... but more like a supplication.

(To be continued......)