In the blood-red flames, the gray-brown manuscript and the slender white hair quickly burned to ashes, and soon there were no ashes left. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Brand was still staring at the flame, the blood-red flames reflected in his blood-red eyes, like two burning bright pupils, which looked strange and mysterious. It wasn't until he confirmed that the strange power that came from afar had no attachment and finally dispersed that he let out a sigh.

Then he thought of something, rummaged around the bottom of the metal cabinet, and picked up a piece of dead wood cane.

The body of the cane was a little distorted, there was no magic fluctuation, and the lower half was missing, only a gray pupilless eye mark on the handle of the cane, giving people an ominous feeling. This was the same wicked old man's cane that Morin had picked up in the Hollow Forest, which had disappeared from the dormitory a few months ago, and had been taken by Brand and placed here.

He used his magic to control the staff to drift towards the crimson flames, as if intending to destroy it as well.

After a moment's hesitation, however, he gave up on the idea again.

Brand whispered a spell, grabbing elemental lines out of thin air, covering the surface of the staff like a net, and in a few moments the deadwood staff became a completely different shape—a short, thick metal round stick.

Attaching some magical enchantments to the surface of the rod, he put it back on the bottom of the cabinet.

After thinking about it, there was nothing else that needed blood-red flames, and Brand extinguished the chilling flame.

I don't know if the accident just now will cause any accidents, I don't know who it attracted just now, or what kind of power it has just attracted, he didn't dare to touch that strange power carefully, so he can't judge.

But in any case, the plan is already imminent and must be executed, just today.

He can't afford to delay, they can't afford to delay.

Brand returned to the workbench, put a mechanical glove on his blackened right hand, and re-fiddled with the magic array in the box, this time it seemed to be going well, and he quickly completed the item.

He took off his mechanical gloves, took the finished mechanical box in his hand, and shook it, and the mechanical box turned into a blue rune mark attached to the base of his black right finger.

Glancing at the mechanical table clock beside him, he relaxed a little and began pacing around the room.

As he walked, he picked and picked up a few things that looked cluttered, with bits and pieces of notes, unfinished magic medicines, a few ingredients, a piece of dessert, and even a metal model that looked like a toy, until he reached the metal cabinet, and he stuffed them all in.

After thinking for a moment, he took out a pale mask from his bosom and put it in the cabinet, the mask only had a pair of open golden wings tattooed on his forehead, and Brand cleared a small area in the cabinet for it, which looked very solemn.

The metal cabinet slowly closed, and after the layers of magical enchantments flickered, there was a small, muffled sound of mechanical rotation, and no more sound came.

Brand forced a drop of blood out of his fingertip and dripped it in the densest part of the metal cabinet magic enchantment.

The surface of the metal cabinet flashed again, and as the blood beads seeped in, the various lines on the surface disappeared, and it turned into an ordinary large metal cabinet again.

If Marcus had seen this, he would probably have been able to call out the name of the metal cabinet: a main cabinet.

This metal cabinet is an extremely high-level alchemy item, and it is so named because once it is created, it cannot be changed once the owner is confirmed.

It must be opened by the owner. In the event of the activation of the Magical Enchantment, the Metal Cabinet will immediately explode if its owner is accidentally killed or violently vandalized by others, and its self-destruct magic is equivalent to the Six-Ring Magic Explosion, which is enough to erase most items at close range, including those who attempt to force it open by force.

If there's a secret you want to bury, a Cabinet of Masters is a great option.

Using two cleaning spells, Brand looked around to make sure there were nothing missing.

Then he walked through the cluttered office, pushed open the small, old wooden door, the illuminated crystals extinguished as he left, and he walked up the stone steps to the lake.

Before dawn, the wind was blowing the lake, and Brand glanced at the crescent moon hanging in the sky, and there was not a trace of ripple in his blood-colored eyes.

He waved his robe and walked into the night.

……

In the morning light, in the forest, a white jerboa is returning home with food.

The jerboa is a very gentle beast that likes to be active at night, collecting nuts such as pine nuts, as well as some stamens or plant shoots, and they will use their magic to weave a large bag to carry on their backs, and carry the collected food all the way back to the warm rat's nest.

The magically woven pockets were probably the only thing that could distinguish them from ordinary animals that didn't have magical powers.

The white jerboa in front of him, fat and fat, carrying a large bulging bag, pressed it so that it couldn't even jump, but it was reluctant to collect the food that had worked hard all night, so it had to move slowly to its own rat's nest, it passed a big stone, worked hard to bypass two thick trees, came to the tall and dense blue grass, and was suddenly stunned.

It sensed that there was a "behemoth" lying in its path.

During the day, there are often such "behemoths" coming and going in this forest, which is why it does not like to go out during the day, but they never come to disturb themselves, and it lives in this forest with peace of mind, but today there is a "behemoth" lying at the door of its nest!

This "behemoth" looked to have long blond hair, a cold metal plate on its body, and a large red iron sheet lying next to it, deep in the dirt, and the cold glow of the red iron sheet alone made the jerboa shiver.

Fortunately, the "behemoth" looks like it is sleeping.

The jerboa dragged the magic bag in its claws, supported its body on its hind legs and walked upright, carefully around the big head, avoiding a few strands of blonde hair, it grew a breath, if you didn't see the strand of hair stepping on it, it is estimated that it will wake up this "behemoth", fortunately, their jerboa's stealth skills are still very powerful.

The entrance to its nest was next to the crimson iron plate.

It's just that when the jerboa came to the entrance with great care, it suddenly found that the entrance was actually crushed by the big red iron sheet, and it couldn't help but tremble in distress, and its hind legs touched a long blue light grass.

I saw that on the tip of the blue light grass, a crumbling crystal water drop had already condensed, and after a slight tremble, the "snap" fell on the cheek of the "behemoth".

"Squeak!" the white jerboa screamed, and if the druids were present, they would probably understand what it meant—it's dead!

Ignoring the large bag of food that it had so hard dragged in, it spread its four short legs and burrowed into the hole, but before it could hide its fat body in the hole, the whole rat was grabbed by the neck and lifted up......

Minelma yawned.

She looked at the white and chubby jerboa in her hand at some point, and couldn't help frowning, and then released a chill. The jerboa was immediately frightened and fainted, motionless, and then thrown into the rat's nest by her.

Cut, timid as a mouse......

Minerma chuckled, not making a sound.

Then she turned her head to look ahead, and her expression became serious.

Her gaze was like an arrow through the dense grass, then through a small bush through two tiny gaps, against a large rock, and finally converged on a treehouse in the distance.

That's Fez's office.

Although she took a nap for a while, she had already arranged a hidden magic structure at the door of the treehouse in advance, and judging from the fact that this magic structure had not been touched, no one had entered or left the treehouse during the time she had just taken a nap, and no spell model had been activated in the treehouse.

It means that Faith is still inside.

The magical structure that can be used for detection is called the "Mana Sensor", and it is a very useful magic technique, which I learned from the annoying Ranger Honorom.

At the thought of Honorom, her gaze dimmed for a moment, but then regained her firmness.

The clue is right in front of you.

She had been watching here all night, her long blonde hair was wet and sticky because of the dew, and her body was also wet and uncomfortable, but for fear that the magic fluctuations would cause Faith to be alert, she didn't even use the most basic cleaning magic, just let the magic flow back and forth in her body, so that her body would not be cold or stiff.

She has been carrying out this kind of surveillance and investigation for more than a month, and she has enough clues and evidence, and it is time to close the net.

Today is the most critical day.

No matter what, she would never let Faith out of her sight. It would be best if he could spend a day in the office honestly, and it would save him a lot of trouble. If she can't, then she must act, and even use force if necessary, even if it is in the Iluvita School of Magic.

This is also the purpose of her being fully armed at this time.

Although the hideous silver armor was very eye-catching, as long as she activated an enchanted card, she could perfectly blend into the environment, but at this time, it was still dark, and there was nothing to alert her except for the jerboa that she had just caught when she was half-asleep.

Minerma lowered her prostrate body a little more, a cast thorn on her knee pad slanted into the dirt, and she gripped the hilt of the blood-colored greatsword in her right hand.

There are many more distractions during the day than at night, and she has to be refreshed.

Just then, suddenly, the door to the tree house opened.

"It's been discovered!" a thought flashed through Minelma's mind, otherwise Feth would have no reason to go out so early.

But she immediately suppressed the urge to draw her sword.

"Sink down. This was the most Honorom had said to her.

Coming out of the treehouse was indeed Feith: a stocky figure, gray, sparse brown hair, a loose light green robe, and a relaxed expression, which looked extremely relaxed.

Minelma suppressed her breath and watched Faith from afar through the grass and bushes.

According to her investigation, Firth was also at least a high-level mage, that is, above the seventh order, and also a potion master, and she would try to avoid confrontation if she could, so she had to be extremely careful not to be exposed.

She silently activated the concealment card on the armor, and the surface of the silver armor fluctuated like a mist, and then turned into the exact color of her surroundings. For this task, she also specially asked the master of enchantment to adjust the heavy armor to optimize its compatibility with hidden magic.

You know, two years ago, she would never have disdained covert magic or anything like that.

Seeing that Firth was holding an object in his hand, Minelma frowned slightly.

It was a silver feather pigeon.

And the silver-feathered pigeon was clutching a letter in its paws.

I saw Faith muttering something in the ear of the silver-feathered pigeon, probably the destination point.

Damn, she couldn't hear any information at this distance, and she didn't dare to use her psychic perception to investigate, that would definitely be exposed. It would be nice if that guy was here, Minerma thought, that guy could actually read lips and didn't know how to learn it.

How do you keep thinking about that guy lately, it's a sign of lack of self-confidence, Minelma is alert.

Don't think too much about it, you'll be able to accomplish this, she gripped the hilt of her sword.

Faith whispered, and then released the silver-feathered pigeon, which was so fast that it flew through the dense canopy like a shadow in the blink of an eye.

I don't know who the letter was addressed to, and a hint of doubt flashed in Minelma's eyes.

During this period of investigation, she had never seen Faith deliver a letter with a silver feather pigeon, nor had she ever seen this silver feather pigeon. The subject's unfamiliar behavior caused her some uneasiness, and she was about to want someone to help her intercept the silver-feathered pigeon, but then the thought came out of her mind.

Now she is alone, and she must and can only rely on herself, the armor on her body, the sword in her hand.

Besides, she didn't need to worry about anything else, she just had to watch Feith.

After Fith released the silver feathered pigeon, he did not return to the treehouse, but walked along the road into the distance.

Sure enough, something happened, and Minerma propped herself up, put on a heavy helmet, and stuck far behind.

Her hideous armor and blood-colored greatsword weighed together, but Minerma walked without making a sound, the color of her armor changing as she moved, perfectly concealing her figure in the environment.

No one could spot her by sight alone.

She has invested heavily in her armor and weapons, and she has some confidence.

For an advanced professional, Fez's speed wasn't very fast, but the direction he was heading alerted Minelma, and the path looked like it was going up the hillside to a very remote mountain area.

Maybe Faith was going to meet his accomplices, she knew maybe he had companions, but she didn't know how they were connected.

Minelma brace herself.

The road was unfamiliar to her, passing through several difficult terrain areas, and she almost lost Fez's vision briefly in order to keep her distance, but was fortunate to quickly bring him back to the center of her vision.

If Faith tried to dodge in those areas and suddenly turned around and ambushed her, she would be extremely embarrassed, even if she kept her pace tight and ready to deal with the ambush.

After surviving some of the most difficult areas of the terrain, Minelma breathed a sigh of relief.

If only I had learned a little more from that guy at that time...... She still couldn't help but think.

The road was long gone, and he walked along the desolate ridge and climbed a little higher to reach the snow line, but Firth never reached the snow line.

Minelmar could feel the change beneath her feet, the magical enchantments that had been engraved in the land for thousands of years were gone, and they had stepped out of the confines of the Iluvita Academy area.

If Firth were to meet his accomplices, it should not be too far from the Academy.

The terrain is gradually flattening out, and the morning sun is finally rising over the mountains, and the weather seems to be fine today, and the morning sun is already a little dazzling.

Faith stopped suddenly.

Minerma, who was far behind, also stopped immediately.

She took a quick look at the terrain around her, there were no woods, but there were a few large rocks suitable for concealment, and a shallow valley further away, from which the sound of snow rushing could be heard, and it was a good hiding place.

After a few moments, she decided to walk towards the stone mill, which she felt was the best option.

But Faith suddenly turned around.

It was a long way off, but he looked into Minerma's eyes and smiled weirdly.

Exposed, Minelma's heart sank.

She removed her disguise.

……

Maureen clutched his chest, just calming down his drowning gasps.

"Marcas, where does your sister live, I need to go find her!" he cried, his heart still throbbing violently, and most of his mental strength was drained, but he couldn't care much at the moment.

"Mo, Morin, are you going to find my sister now?" Marcus looked really frightened by Morin's nightmarish gasp just now, he finally summoned a light source, and looked at the boy worriedly: "You, you're okay, right?"

"Marcas!" Merlin yelled.

"Minerma, where does she live!"

He jumped straight out of the bed and quickly changed his clothes.

Seeing Morin's serious appearance, Marcus and Barron also got out of bed and changed their clothes.

"Let me think about it......" Seeing Morin's anxious gaze, Marcus hurriedly said, "My old sister should live in the ...... of the tower on the south side Fifth floor! room on the left, oh no, on the right!"

"What the hell happened to Morin?" Barron asked, holding his stone hammer and grimacing.

Kadir teenagers usually sleep in vests and do not change their pajamas, and are ready to go.

Morin swallowed for a moment and said, "I 'see' very important news, I must tell Minelma as soon as possible, otherwise she may encounter danger in investigating alone!"

While saying that he had also finished tidying up, he fished out Xiao Hei from the basket next to the pillow.

Maybe he didn't sleep enough, Xiao Hei looked a little sluggish, turned into a wisp of flame and drilled into the ring marks.

Merlin didn't pay any attention to it, grabbed the demonic cloth bag containing the Roman manuscript and walked out.

"Da-da-da!

Morin was about to rush out of the dormitory when he heard a pecking sound from the window.

Marcus hurriedly opened the window, and a silver-feathered pigeon flew in.

It was Anna Goo's silver-feathered pigeon, Pete, and Maureen recognized the silver-feathered pigeon, but he didn't know what was going on so early.

Pete dropped a letter, and as a monster, it also faintly felt that the atmosphere was very tense, and flew away without playing with the boy anymore.

Maureen glanced at the envelope, which was devoid of any marks or words on the front.

He flipped it, and in the light that Marcus had made, the boy saw an orange leaf on the wax, it was a maple leaf.

"This is my old lady's letter!" Marcus cried out.