"Conscription?" Wright was startled, but didn't ask more.

"I'll send you here, you'll do it. Everything on the ground should be more familiar than I am. Nick said, pointing to the firearm around Wright's waist.

This is the "Wild Bear" brand firearm he got from the Saint Flame Guild before.

It's huge, but the accuracy seems to be a little off.

"There should be no problem, I've already gotten some instructions from the president. The buried image has been revealed, and I think I'll soon be guided by the gods. I even had a feeling that I was just close to a god. Wright replied expectantly.

In Nick's opinion, this expression is not a disguise or verbal politeness, and the emotions that emerge on Liante's face are likely to be sincere.

"The flames will bless you. Although the god of flame in the twenty-fourth order has fallen silent, it is unknown whether it will reappear in you. You have something in common with some of the goals of our president, or even the general association, and perhaps you kid is the one favored by the gods. Okay, without further ado, I'll go first, since you got some of what you want here, you can get more in this era of steam. May the gods of fire and immortality bless you. Nick said, clasping his hands together as if praying for him, as some of the churchgoers did.

"May the god of immortality bless you. Wright replied.

After bowing, Wright hurried back to the surface from the inconspicuous corner behind St. Ewin's church, and hurried back to the Chamonta neighborhood where Timod lived.

Following his memory, he easily found the floor of the room that belonged to Timod.

"The door isn't closed?" Wright, surprised, pushed the wooden door open with ease.

"Timod, I'm back from the Holy Flame Guild, we're ...... No one?" Wright was stunned as he faced the empty house.

After pacing back and forth a few times, Wright casually caught a glimpse of a rudimentary clock hanging on the wall.

At half past eleven, it seemed that it had only been more than three hours since Wright left.

But in his eyes, it was like two days had passed.

"It seems that as long as you are involved in the illusion, time seems meaningless. Wright sighed, and his right hand inadvertently reached into his jacket pocket and touched the No. 1 magic source potion that was still a little warm.

The ghost sent a god, and Wright took out the bottle of potion and looked at it.

The exterior is still a beautifully packaged vial, and when it is opened, it seems that the rich smell of mint has become a little stronger.

"I still don't drink it for the time being, if Timod doesn't come back, I think it's better to exchange the magic source power back first, the magic source power of the flame is not suitable for me, I have never learned how to use the flame. And in the Avantley Empire, a country called the Cold Empire by the Southern Empire, it seems that the flames cannot exert more power. If only it were a source of water," Wright clenched his fists and continued to muttered to himself:

"I can beat a lot of people. ”

After continuing to look around the room for a few more times, Wright couldn't get any useful information other than a slightly neat arrangement and furnishings that symbolized Timod's lack of wealth, and he wanted to wait for Timod here, after all, he was unconscious after defeating Klinyin, and perhaps Timod was unconscious, but at least Timod could know who or how to get him back here.

"Note?"

Under the cleanly wiped plate, a small and imperceptible corner was revealed in front of him.

Very imperceptible.

When Wright cautiously removed the plate to examine it, he could vaguely make out what might have been Timod's handwriting.

After all, they haven't known each other for a long time, and they still rely on the matchmaking of the mayor Shamon.

"The war between Wright, Avantley and the Southern Empire is about to begin. I had to follow Shamoun to the south. The investigation into the 'ancient mysteries' was halted temporarily. If the Flame Guild has given you some of the information you want, I'd suggest you leave it at that. If you can't get any more information, I'd like you to check out the Ancient Mysteries Institute, which has a lot to offer. Also, you can also use the tarot cards there for divination, and I think you'd be more interested in getting an accurate future fate. In short, we are very sorry that all research on the occult by the 'Ancient Mystery Institute' has been temporarily suspended. Maybe I have to think about my future, maybe you have to think about my future. My guess is that the Empire should soon announce the recalling of the veterans, and it is only a matter of time before they continue to serve the Avantlay Empire. ”

Wright carefully examined the contents of the letter, and seeing that the first sheet of paper had been filled, he flipped to the back and continued reading:

"Things may be worse than I thought, although we have temporarily ceased war with the Crux Empire, but for some reason, Emperor Rex II turned his attention to the Flame Empire, at the end of the steppe and desert is their northern capital, the Hidden Capital, the Emperor wants to occupy there, and finally take the temporary capital of the Fire Empire, the Eastern Capital, and then control the entire Fire Empire. Of course, this is wishful thinking, the Avantley Empire has always been completely suppressed by the Flame Empire, and even their weakest ones are now only able to make a fuss in the border cities. And the Cruster Empire to the west was not right. It was as if the two countries that had just ceased war had been kindled at the same time, and in just one week they had annexed a small country to the west, apparently to make up for their losses in Nebsk, but that country had some ancient ruins, which could not help but worry me. Anyway, you don't have to wait for me, it's going to be two weeks before I get back to Shamonta, and maybe the Imperial Military Observer will come to you in a few days, and I've heard that the place that might be given to you won't be too bad. —Timod Socrates. ”

"It's getting weird. It seems that there is a legend that many people have ignored for a long time. Wright muttered to himself, put the letter away, and walked through the still-closed central plaza of Shamonta to his home at 102.

The noonday light filled every corner of the room with the window, and Wright inadvertently surged all over his body under the power of the flame demon, and he could feel the warmth in the cold winter.

During the day, the room does not need much firewood in the fireplace to maintain a decent temperature, thanks to the mountains to the south and the temperature from the desert near Shamonta.

If there were no desert, maybe a lot of the heat would have dissipated and wouldn't make a proper town.

After simply placing the coat on the hanger, Wright felt a kind of exhaustion that penetrated his soul.

After forcing the bedroom door open, Wright didn't bother to take a shower, but opened the door straight and threw himself on the soft and comfortable bed.

The darkness in his vision mixed with mental sleepiness struck Wright, and in the psychedelia, Wright seemed to have entered the illusion of the magic source power again.

"The realm of fire?lava?" Wright looked at the world of flames around him with some horror.

It was as if he had been placed in a red world, topped by reddish rocks, and the surrounding temperature was above forty degrees.

A wall of flames behind him trapped him in this small world, and standing still, Wright wanted to run forward to break out of this dreamlike and dangerous world.

However!

As he moved half a step forward with his heavy footsteps that seemed to have been poured into lead, a fear that emerged from his bone marrow enveloped him, and he slowly and unconsciously looked down, the scene in front of him suddenly made his generals tremble.

"Magma, why is there such a thing?" Wright said in horror, retracting his foot.

Under the fear and panic of his fans, he was unsteady on his feet, and fell to the ground.

Oh, yes, I'm in a dream, it's not reality. Wright reacted to his situation, and it didn't seem that bad.

"If I was in a dream and didn't feel pain, would I be able to throw myself into the embrace of lava? Then there is only the way forward. Oh, by the way, I'm going to have to exchange the magic source power back, is it only after being washed by the flames that I can really control all this?" Wright analyzed, tentatively half-crouching down, and slowly approached the flames with his right hand.

Thankfully, the flames didn't give him a burning sensation, and for him, it was even a little cool.

"The direction seems right. Wright rejoiced.

"I should have given me a run-up and jumped off. Wright said, slowly standing up.

After taking a deep breath, he took a few steps back and lunged forward.

Airplanes!

A dull voice came from all sides of Wright's body, and the second his body was about to touch the lava, the lava turned into a pile of shining tentacles, instantly rushing into every corner of his body, making zero contact with him.

Immediately after, the lava changed from red to the blue of the water.

The endless sea of lava suddenly became a vast ocean.

Wright looked anxiously into the depths of the ocean.

Aside from the abyss-like feeling, he didn't feel any more suffocation.

He breathes freely in the currents like a creature of the depths, seemingly without fear of the old rulers buried in the depths of the sea.

The feeling of falling constantly filled Wright's body, as if it was the old ruler who had passed on his secrets to him in a dream, and the calls that belonged to Cthulhu in the darkness also lingered in his ears at this time.

“Ph’nglui mglw......”

It was only when the last few faint words mixed with a strong feeling of suffocation hit his consciousness that he suddenly woke up under the current of water.

"Whew, whew. Wright gasped and inadvertently looked to his right hand.

After a flash of ice-blue snowflake pattern, Wright felt the abundant breath of water.

"It's back. Wright let out a long sigh of relief.

"The new skills still need to be practiced, and I hope you don't use them in dreams in the future, it's too troublesome. Wright prayed, simply dressed, pistol in hand, and prepared to walk out of the dimly lit room and down the stairs to return to the living room.

However, before he could open the door, he felt a strange smell that did not belong to his house.

"Enemy, southern, or western?" Wright flashed through his mind the two hostile nation's assassination groups.

They seem to be converting what they can't get from the battlefield into what they can easily get under war.

After a few seconds of mental preparation, Wright slammed the door open, and in the faint light, he saw a figure.

Immediately after, he quickly pointed his pistol to the man's forehead and asked:

"What are you doing here, how did you get in?"

The man did not answer immediately, nor did he appear to be flustered, but put the gun in his hand by his side, raised his hands above his head, and said calmly:

"I shouldn't be your enemy, you know? The empire is now just a truce, not peace. ”