Chamberlain walked in the forest covered with light frost and thin snow, and under his keen insight into space, he could feel that there were a few vague breaths lingering not far from him, and their concealment was very good, if it was a different elemental magister, I am afraid it would be difficult to find.

At this moment, a bright blue thunderbolt broke through the sky from the distant horizon.

Chamberlain paused and waited as a sign of respect for the Monroe Clan's Grand Butler.

"Mr. Butler, I didn't expect us to meet again so soon. Chamberlain said with a smile.

The bright blue thunder landed with no earth-shattering power, just the escape of elemental magic that whipped a few nearby fallen leaves into charred carbon.

In Monroe Castle, there are only five people with the title of "Grand Butler", all of them have at least the strength of a high-level magister, and are allowed to practice the secret inheritance of the Monroe family. It's just that few people have seen him, Su Ri is very mysterious, and it is rumored that he may have a circuit level close to that of a grandmaster, but because the mysterious butler is too low-key, the exact strength is rarely known.

Maybe this is the heritage and strength of the nobles of the Pillar Kingdom, there are so many masters just the retainers who are raised.

The butler fell a few steps in front of Chamberlain, looking no more than middle-aged, and the brocade gown on his body showed that his status was extraordinary.

"This is the letter of the saint I just received, and I invite you to take a look at it. After reading it, the lord felt that this matter was too big, so he sent me to help him. ”

"Oh?" Chamberlain took the glittering letterhead, the magic ban on it had been opened, and it should be the same as a normal letter, which made him a little curious.

As a result, after he opened it, an invisible hand patted the back of his head lightly, and then slowly lost its brilliance.

"......" Chamberlain was a little embarrassed, quickly glanced at the text on the letter, and then felt even more embarrassed.

"Mr. Butler, I have a few questions, why are there so many crows here, and besides, you have been sent to supervise me?" said Chamberlain, folding the letter away, and quipped to the steward.

The butler shook his head and smiled: "Before leaving, the master told me that the saint had not yet felt the aura of the 'little angel' when he ascended the star platform, and this matter was not trivial. Therefore, the contemptible people are here, just out of the consideration that my lord is prepared, and please don't worry about it. As for the adjudicators...... It is to cooperate with the Heavenly Knights to find the whereabouts of the secret realm in various parts of the empire and report back. Moreover, some time ago, it was said that there were evil magicians here, and I wanted to come here more because of this. ”

"The saint issued a military order, so presumably the 'archangel' should also be on the way here. ”

"Therefore, please hurry up and do not disturb the saints. The butler bowed and reminded.

Chamberlain nodded, snapped his fingers, and the humanoid form condensed by the spices in the air moved much faster.

In that dead village, more than a dozen heavily decomposed corpses polluted the fields, and the depressive aura of winter slaughter escaped. In the middle of the village, men dressed in crow robes sat cross-legged, silently as if they were meditating.

Some people strolled over and tread on deserted paths.

The feathers of his crow's robe were surrounded by a deep purple ring, which seemed too mysterious, but it was inconspicuous against the heavy darkness, and it was only when the beam of light reflected on it that it reflected that strange dazzle in the haze.

"Good work. He came to the center of the village, stood still before the man, clasped his hands together, and muttered to the arbiter who was sitting cross-legged.

Moment. A rising flame ignited the Adjuter's robes, calmly and peacefully burning his body along with the past.

The wind blew the hem of the man's clothes with his face hidden under his hood, and he looked back to see the pale pink incense figure.

The humanoid looked like he was talking to someone.

"The ......scent of shark oil that can be traced back to the past," the man recognized the pale pink spice and became a little interested.

The remains had been burned, but a small, jewel-like substance was shining in the ashes, and the man gathered some of the ashes and solemnly put away the variegated gem.

After doing this, he turned his head to look at the figure again.

In a matter of seconds, two shining points of light appeared in his perceptual range, approaching him rapidly.

The man seemed a little surprised, but he didn't show any fluster, and still stood there, his soul calm and restrained.

A few minutes later, Chamberlain and the butler named De Jong arrived in front of the village.

"You can't speed up anymore, you need to take your time, otherwise the phantom will dissipate directly. The Magister, dressed in a robe of flowing snow, said.

The butler nodded, looking at the phantom figure who seemed to be following someone towards the village, and suddenly thought about it, and reminded softly, "Be careful, my lord. There seems to be a powerful presence here, and I can only perceive a faint trace of it, and if it is a sorcerer, I am afraid that there will be a fierce battle. The butler saw the fields tainted by the corrupting forces, and the magic circuits began to flow quietly, and there was no doubt that he was ready for battle.

Chamberlain scoffed, "The village is so empty, you can tell at first glance that those nasty crows did it." Let me think about it, the crow's head here should be Jock...... Right? Jock. ”

In the subelven language, raven's head is synonymous with another insulting word, so the term is often used by mages or nobles who hate the adjudicators.

But in the wilderness, if the unauthorized use of such a word happens to be heard by the adjudicators, do not think that these magicians who have lived their lives to kill have any good temper.

"Chamberlain. It's been a long time since I've seen you, you're getting more and more beautiful, it's really amazing. The man walked slowly out of the corner behind the hut, giving the illusion that he had never been so before.

There seemed to be a hint of sarcasm, or sarcasm, in his tone. It should be a tribute to the offense just now.

Chamberlain raised his left eyebrow, and although it was only for a brief moment, he could still feel his displeasure with the words he used in the man's answer, because the speed of his mana flow also increased in an instant.

De Jong tilted his head to glance at Chamberlain.

In all fairness, this tall man can indeed be described as stunning, his delicate facial features that seem to be shining are so beautiful that everyone who observes etiquette does not dare to stare at him, and it is an abrupt faux pas to indulge in beauty.

It is not an exaggeration to say that he is indeed such a person who can be relied on by his best looks among the generally handsome sub-elf races.

The butler withdrew his gaze and did not speak for a short moment, accustomed to being bound by the complicated etiquette of the nobles.

"What's the matter? The adjudicator's eyes were hidden in the shadows, making one wonder if he had seen the two comers, and his flat tone proved that he did not care about Chamberlain's unreasonable words, and the tone of inquiry seemed to be that of a host.

No, it's more like a king who is giving orders.

"It's not about you. Chamberlain rolled his eyes and turned to leave, as if he felt that any more glance at him would stain his eyes.

And the moment he turned around, the time and space within a radius of 100 meters suddenly stopped, and the incense man was frozen in place.

De Jong's pupils shrank, and he made a big move in his heart, but he didn't know whether to make a move.

Besides, whether or not he can beat this "crow's head" in Chamberlain's mouth is still two words.

"This is my jurisdiction, and it doesn't seem too much to tell me what you're going to do. Jock's whole body was shrouded in robes, which was a silent threat.

The butler De Jong carefully tried to move through the spatial confinement, and found that both his body and the flow of magic became very slow. Of course, he can choose to use his magic power to break the ban directly.

However, according to the strange situation that the two sides seem to have known each other for a long time but don't seem to be able to deal with each other, he doesn't really want to intervene, after all, they don't seem to have the intention of life and death at the moment.

"What's more, there are sorcerers here, so isn't it a suspicious thing for a tower magister like you to suddenly appear here?" Jock took off his hood and crossed his arms, a playful smile on his lips.

Chamberlain didn't seem to be affected by the space ban, and he still looked relaxed when he turned to face Jock again.

"Unravel. ”

"Tell me your purpose. ”

"I don't have time to spend with you here. ”

"Me too. ”

De Jong watched as the two of them suddenly began to talk childishly, wondering why they couldn't each take a step back and save time as if this matter was not a special secret.

"Maybe that's the reason why a lot of things that annoy the old man are so inefficient. He sighed in his heart.

Seeing that the two of them were about to be consumed here, De Jong finally shook off the surrounding prohibitions and reminded Chamberlain to hurry up.

"His ban can destroy the spice at any time, if you let him go, I'll leave immediately. It stands to reason that Chamberlain is nearly fifty years old, but his style of acting is still so naïve, which is indeed something that Monroe's butler never expected.

De Jong sighed, bowed slightly to Jock and said: "Lord Jock, this trip is for the saint apostle 'little angel' Muen, the information is unknown, the saint is heartfelt, and I hope that the lord will make it convenient." ”

"Muen?" Jock bowed slightly, as if remembering something.

At this moment, the spatial prohibition he cast was shattered in an instant, and the adjudicators who were dormant around them instantly bloomed into various flares, and the target was a round of red sun in the sky. But it didn't play a role in the slightest, and it was still damaged before it got close.

He melted away the frost and snow in the forest.

Flames lingered over the black-leather trench coat that the witchers would make themselves and in the same style, but there would never be a second one.

He stood tall on the treetop leaves.

The deep eye sockets are not as bright as before because of the heavy bags under the eyes, the brown shawl long hair is neatly tied up, and the phoenix feathers that seem to be falling but are actually eternally flying around him, condensed with pure flames, show his identity.

It was Ansher, the son of the Sage of the Burning Sun and the first disciple of the Lord of the Tower.

He's in a bad mood right now.

Is there really any gratuitous love and hate in the world? At least people who have not experienced it dare not pack tickets. Later generations of people who fabricated the history of barnyard officials are always keen to attribute the cause of this kind of thing to the eroticism of not appearing on the stage, after all, people's emotions are not the same, and most of them are just to have a lot of conversation.

So no one has ever delved into Anschel's feelings for Muen, not even Muen himself.

"Where is he. Ansher stood on top of the crown leaf, his voice without emotion, like a god who came to the world against the backdrop of the phoenix fire feathers around him.

Jock unleashed a circle of magic from his palm, signaling the rest of the adjudicators not to be nervous, while the butler De Jong looked up at the "Archangel", who was much faster than he had imagined, and sighed that this young man was only in his forties, and his circuit level was almost on par with his own.

"You just blew up the clue. Chamberlain gestured to the place where the incense figure had just stood, which was now empty.

"They've been here at least five days ago, and you've only just been here. Do you not know how to take responsibility and do your best in everything?"

Chamberlain was speechless, and there was some anxiety in his heart. He had never seen such a hard-talking Anschel, and when he heard the "archangel" who usually always smiled at people suddenly made such a sharp accusation, he wisely chose to keep silent.

"Your job is to find the Secret Realm. Anschel said to Jock.

Actually, he didn't know Jock, but he knew what the purple feathers of the crow's robe meant.

"Let's find it together. His words seemed to tell Jock to take off his crown and put it on his head.

Jock tugged at the corners of his mouth and smiled, "Even if you are an 'archangel', it seems that you are not qualified to command the adjudicator, right?"

Ansher frowned slightly, and asked rhetorically: "Do you have a problem with your brain, I am looking for someone, you are looking for a secret realm, and I can also find the person I am looking for while finding that secret realm, isn't this our respective task and purpose?"

Jock choked back with a word, and the flow of the circuit was uncertain, but he endured it and gave up.

It's just that he couldn't hold his face, so he brushed his sleeves and left.

The crows also flew away from their perched branches.

As Jock left, the atmosphere softened from the tension just now, and Steward de Jong bowed to Anschel and briefly introduced himself.

"Thank you for your help. Ansher jumped down from the branch and returned the salute to the middle-aged butler.

"The incense form is gone, what to do now. The butler asked about business.

Ansher glanced coldly at Chamberlain, who was standing aside, and took out another incense pill from his trench coat.

"How many days has he been missing?" Ansher still had room to talk to the butler during the spell cast.

"I don't know much about this, but I think it's only the next day, so you don't need to be too anxious. ”

Ansher shook his head and said, "If you can shield the master's perception, it must not be a simple secret realm, and it is difficult for such a secret realm junior disciple to survive in it." ”

The spell was cast, and looking at the hazy phantom in front of him, Ansher was worried and had great questions.

It stands to reason that the secret realm that can block the sight of the saint in the great array should not appear at this moment.

The incense wafted forward, leaving a traceable sweet scent in the air, but it didn't make Anschel's mood any better, the long journey had exhausted him physically and mentally, and he was struggling to maintain the peak level of his magic at the moment.

In the secret realm, Mu En's state has been temporarily stabilized by the mysterious man with his precise soul sewing skills, but the soul cracks are all over the place, and the spiritual power as a "needle and thread" has actually been consuming, and it is unknown how long it can last. This situation can almost be regarded as the end of his cultivation, because as long as the spiritual power used as a thread is consumed to the point where it is unsustainable, there is a high probability that he will go crazy immediately.

But there is no way, no matter how difficult it is, if you can live, you still have to work hard to live.

When I woke up, the pain had largely subsided, but there was still a strange feeling of discomfort.

Dizziness is inevitable, and who calls the weakening of mental power is the threshold of leaving.

Mu En opened his eyes with difficulty and found that his three companions were lying not far from him.

Looking around, the mysterious ghost had left the place. Mu En tried to get up, but it took a lot of effort, and he fell three times during the process.

Sitting on the ground to adjust his breathing, he didn't rush to wake up his classmates, Twenty wanted to make himself feel as comfortable as possible.

Then he used a lot of hard work and practical proof that this hellish place won't make you feel too good.

I don't know if it was the soul seamer deliberately or if his current soul was no longer able to support it, anyway, the result was that he could only restore his spiritual power to this extent.

Helpless but helpless, there is no choice but to try to adapt and then wake up the companion.

Prior to this, in order to verify the authenticity of the ghost's words, Muen carefully pulled out the map from Elizabeth's hand, looking for the fork in the road that she said was invisible.

It's not far from where everyone stayed, even with Mu En's current physical state, it only took half an hour to get there.

The craggy rock wall was abruptly interrupted, and the narrow fork in the road that could only be walked side by side by three people was smooth like a mirror, like an ingredient that could be easily cut by a sharp object.

Looking into the depths, there was not even the slightest light, and even the dim light that stood outside the fork in the road was a luxury.

Mu En stood in place, staring at the abyss, taking a deep breath, and forcibly suppressing the abrupt and unintentional urge in his heart to go in.

He dragged his tired shell back slowly, trying to activate his head that wanted to stop thinking......

It's been the third day since they entered this secret realm, but it feels like months to Muen, in constant darkness and light, people are actually desensitized to the passage of time, which makes him suffer every moment.

Towards the early hours of the third day, Anschel, who had been walking long distances for several days, finally fainted because he could not hold on. The butler De Jong carried him on his shoulder, and at the time of the moon, several people finally followed the incense man to the outside of the cave.

"What to do, wait for Ansher to wake up, or just try to tear the space apart. The butler gently placed Ansher on the ground and turned his head to ask.

Chamberlain rubbed his temples, and he clearly found an irresistible spiritual power from the aura escaping from the entrance of the secret realm, which had been simulated for them by the teacher who had survived the disaster during their studies in the tower.

Its owner relied on the spiritual power of time and space to slaughter an entire town of "Dark Sages" before he died.

He turned his head to look at Ansher, the "archangel" was born in the year of the calamity, but he was not, he was about to graduate from the intermediate academy that year, so he had a deep impression of the catastrophe that everyone kept silent and was deliberately forgotten by all the rulers.

"Let's wait for him to wake up...... these distracting thoughts are only born and died in a single thought, and he glanced at the big butler with deep meaning, silent in the night wind.