The silver light streaked before Is's eyes, and the mist of light that gathered and dispersed was like a bird with wings spread, hovering silently.

Startled, Iss snapped his book shut and jumped up from the stone wall of the tower.

He thought that Nalya might be in trouble, but he didn't expect it to be Ed who called for help...... Wasn't he supposed to be in the Collins Temple? How could there be danger there? Sean shouldn't be embarrassed by a fool who wanted to be a priest, should he?

The silver bird swept southwest, and Iss didn't have time to think about it, jumped off the tower, spread his wings, and slid out of the castle with it.

When the plains of Collins came into view, Iss had to fold his huge wings and plunge headlong into the forest, hoping that those who saw it would think it was foraging.

The little silver bird circled its head several times, flew southwest again and turned back again, tirelessly repeating itself. Is, however, had to shake off the broken branches on its body while worrying about what it would do if Ed really called for help from it in the Temple of Collins......

There are countless questions in my head. It didn't know what trouble Ed was in, but it knew Allen's plan - that meant it had better not get into a confrontation with the temple until it figured out what was going on.

It didn't know it was in those paladins...... Especially in the eyes of Sean Fletcher, what is it? Although Naria had excitedly told it that, in addition to the fear that could not be removed, the people of the castle and the surrounding villages began to call it "the ice dragon of House Crissus" with a subtle sense of pride and affection...... But it's still a dragon.

Even the friendliest of all, Fili Zeri, reminded it vaguely. It's better to be "low-key". If it suddenly lands in the square of the Temple of Collins again, even if it has no malice, it is difficult to guarantee that it will not touch the proud and sensitive nerves of some "upright and righteous" paladins.

A silver bird that persistently repeats the same trajectory. It began to make Iss irritated and want to flick his tail and shoot it far away...... But it was really just a glimmer of magic condensed, and it was only faithful to its mission.

Distraught, he knocked down two or three small trees with his tail, and Resigned himself, Iss resigned himself to his human form and ran towards Lake Starnestle.

The Temple of Collins, built on the lake, is divided into two parts, and across a long white stone bridge, the wide square and the magnificent main hall are open to all. I want to enter the simple but mysterious building after entering the main hall - the library, the sacristy, and the martial arts arena. Cemetery...... There are two paths to places that can only be accessed by priests and paladins, as well as invited guests. One passes through the back door of the main hall, and the other is two arc-shaped corridors next to the main hall. Everywhere, there are paladins guarding them day and night.

Iss seriously considered the possibility of becoming a paladin—such as Fili, who was not in the temple. Or simply become Sean...... But in addition to turning into another "him". He really didn't have much confidence in his transformation technique, and if the temple set up a barrier that similar spells were ineffective, once it was exposed, it would only invite more misunderstandings for himself......

Isis stood by the lake, looking at his reflection, and furrowed his brow in annoyance—for tens of thousands of years, a dragon like it had been so worried and restrained. I probably won't be able to find the second one.

He ran here as fast as he could, watching the silver dot of light sink into the back of the temple. Looking across the lake. The temple not far away was unusually calm, and whatever danger Ed encountered, at least not because the temple had been attacked.

- That guy didn't ask him for help because he was bullied and couldn't beat him, right......

Although he muttered in his heart, he still couldn't ignore it.

Why don't you find someone to bring a message to Allen...... But he really didn't like dealing with strangers......

He hurried along the lake to the temple, and a gust of wind blew and the waves crashed at his feet, and a bold idea came out of nowhere—it seemed that no one had ever dived into the temple of Collins from underwater...... After all, it was the temple of the "god of water", and no one would dare to risk it if the enchanted water would be its most powerful barrier. And Is...... The first time it turned back into an ice dragon, it crashed through the prison beneath the temple and burst out of the lake. Although I was not very sober in the midst of extreme anger at the time, I think back......

There is no magic in the water at all.

Even if you know it's too risky, you can't hold back the idea as soon as it comes out. Iss didn't hesitate for long, seeing that there was no one left and right, he jumped lightly onto the reef by the lake, and dived into the water as soon as he bent over.

The waters of Starnestle are not as crystal clear or as deep as glacial lakes, but the world in the water is much more vibrant. The newborn black algae swayed languidly, like the little tail flicking around when Tess's furry pet was satisfied, and schools of swimming fish swept past Iss in panic...... Let's hope this place doesn't give birth to the giant thunderfish-like monster in the Black River.

The sun swayed above the water. When the pure white reflection of the Temple of Collins was within reach, Iss dived deeper into the depths.

There really wasn't any magical defense here, and Iss let his guard down in triumph, only to be slightly startled when something seemed to be silently wrapping around his ankle underwater.

Lowering his head, it seemed as if countless silver threads rose from the dim bottom of the water, hovering at his feet as if they were off the ground, and even a few strands had already clinged to his legs, but they spread out as he kicked his legs in a little panic, as if they had no intention of causing him any harm.

He was wrong...... There's still magic in the water, but if it's some kind of defense, it's too gentle, right?

Not daring to linger too long, Isis floated upwards in confusion. There are several places overhead that cast circular pillars of light, presumably pools or wells or something. He chose the dimest spot and carefully poked half of his head out of the water.

There is silence all around, a stone wall by the pool shades the sun, and two staggered corridors enclose a small courtyard with a few pomegranate trees planted haphazardly, sparsely planted under the trees, and the half-open aroma of light pink hyacinths hits the people. It tickled his nose and almost couldn't help but sneeze.

It doesn't look like it's dangerous......

Isis relaxed as he swam to the edge of the pool, holding himself up with one hand. With only a slight sound of water, it flipped and landed on the granite stone face with a simple pattern.

-- This place is not entirely made of holy white marble.

The disrespectful thought had just slipped through his mind, when a silver light flashed in the corner of his eye, and the silver bird quickly circled around his head, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

I don't know if I'm sure no one can trespass, there are very few guards patrolling the temple, and those who are well-behaved and wearing full body armor. The footsteps were so heavy that Iss could hear them clearly through several walls.

He walked around with ease, the only headache being the labyrinthine path in the temple. As he turned into a showroom-like place, a shield hanging from the wall made him involuntarily stop.

That's a tower shield. The lines are sleek and the décor is simple, but with a slight glow of glaze, which shifts between pale blue and pale blue.

There is no need to read the shallow text engraved on the edge of the shield. Iss can also recognize it - the Aurora Shield. Crafted from the scales of a blue dragon fused with enigmatic silver, it took the legendary craftsman Pope Barrett nearly a decade to complete hundreds of years ago and was given to the dragon slayer Swinburn...... But it suddenly ignited the anger in Is's heart.

And not just because it's made of dragon scales, but ......

It was originally something that belonged to Bingmang!

Not many people know that the great dragon slayer Swinburn died at the claws of Iceman, and his famous shield naturally became one of Iceman's trophies. The Black Rock Dwarves chased away the Ice Mang with Felicity's help and took possession of its treasure...... And this is probably a thank you gift from them to Felicity.

Before he realized what he was doing, Iss had ripped his shield off the wall.

The air vibrated suddenly, and a strange whistling sound echoed through the hall—he had apparently triggered some kind of alarm.

The sound of stumbling footsteps rang out from all sides. Ace threw his shield to the ground in frustration.

He didn't want it, he just ......

The Paladin, who had arrived first, had already rushed into the hall. The moment I saw him, my eyes widened in surprise.

"Are you...... The dragon!" he cried, spear pointed straight at Is, "stop! no...... Kneel! Kneel!"

Is's face sank, he bent down and grabbed his shield, and smashed it directly at the paladin who dared to order a dragon like this.

He screwed up—he was well aware of the shield as it left his hand. He would be treated like an intruder...... Or worse, he'll be mistaken for a thief, and no one here will listen to his word of explanation.

Alan would definitely be half angry...... But when it had come to this, he simply turned and ran to the west door, which was the direction that the silver bird had shown him. If conflict is inevitable, he'll have to figure out what happened to Ed.

He didn't know where the iron shells came from. One moment it was as quiet as a grave, the next five or six were already chasing after him, and two others were rushing towards him around the corner.

If you become a dragon here...... The entire corridor would collapse into the water - and thinking about the consequences of destroying the temple again, he could only grit his teeth and slam away from the oncoming knights.

At least run to a wider area first......

But as a human, he wasn't a skilled warrior - Narya had proven it. And the paladins clearly had no intention of showing mercy to his men.

When he was cut on his shoulder and leg one after another, Iss finally became angry.

"Don't push me!" he roared, his fingertips flashing with a silvery white cold light, and the light blue in his eyes receded like water, revealing a bright golden yellow.

No one flinched.

Isis roared, leaning slightly.

"Wait!Wait!Don't do it yet!" an unfamiliar voice interjected in a panic, "I have orders from Lord Sean?"

Without any hesitation, all paladins immediately stopped attacking.

That's really ...... It's ridiculous and infuriating.

Isis stood there in exasperation, watching the other indiscriminate Iron Shell separate his companions and huddle in front of him, lifting his helmet and smiling nervously at him.

"Yi ...... Is?" he called hesitantly, his expression curious, but not wary or hostile, "I'm Eric...... Mistress Fratscher asked me to take you to meet him. ”

Iss remembered the name—and his face. It was one of the paladins that Bye had brought to hunt him down, but he lost his memory and was saved by Ed in the Far Northern Light, a city abandoned by the elves.

He slowly lowered his hand and asked in an unkind tone, "Where is Ed?"

If that guy wasn't actually in danger...... He's definitely going to pull out his hair!.

(To be continued......)