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The four words came out of Ed's mouth, as cold as his hands—and Fitnair remembered the vipers of Isop's realm again.

"What are you talking about?" Fitney looked at him, pretending not to understand his words, but he didn't know that his palms were sweaty, and there was panic in his eyes that he didn't notice.

Eddard ignored her question, turned his head and mounted his horse, his movements swift and graceful, he did seem to be a sick teenager, but at the same time his movements were crisp and neat, full of contradictions like himself.

"Don't you want to see your friends? Again, the way he really spoke was very uncomfortable - who knows how many people this boy had deceived with his deceptive appearance and sweet words?

Fitney didn't bother with this, seemed to affirm his statement, stopped talking, and moved neatly on the horse.

"You're waiting for me here. Fitney suddenly heard the barking, and turned her head to see the hound, which she had almost forgotten, staring at her—she thought for a moment, and said to it.

The hound spun in place, and finally sat still, as if agreeing with her.

"You're ruthless, maybe it'll meet a wolf in the forest - oh, it's more likely to be alive than you are. Eddard seemed to sarcastically say that Fitney was addicted.

Fitney chose to ignore it, although his tone was-for-tat: "Then can you go now? I think we won't be able to make it this journey if you slow down?"

"You can slow down, you can't save him anyway. Ed said.

"What do you mean?" said Fitney, "Your family hired a mage to harm my friend, but you helped me evade her search when the mage was looking for me, are you my enemy or my friend?"

"I thought you were a nobleman. Ed rode forward, and the magic of the horse galloping through the forest without even making a sound, which made Fitney feel a little strange - but she wished to fly to where Wickel was, ignoring her curiosity.

"I'm no longer a nobleman. Fitney corrected him.

"It used to be. Ed said.

There was no logic to what Ed said, but Fitney was surprised to understand - nobles had no enemies, and they had no friends, and the young man named Ed Ansendier was reminding himself that he was neither an enemy nor a friend, but that he was in his own interest.

Apparently they were now in the same boat, but Fitney didn't know what it was or how she got on it.

"What the hell are you ......," Fitney couldn't help but say.

"You're talking too much," Ed said to her, "it's going to be used anyway, so you might as well get some sleep first." ”

A huge sense of crisis suddenly rose in Fitney's heart, but he felt that his mind was not clear, and his eyes were dark......

Ed felt the girl close her eyes and lay on his back—and then grimly let the horse continue on its way.

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In one of the forests, in a grassy clearing, a broken stone platform with a relief of the goddess would have been thought to be just an ordinary stone from a distance.

When!

Wicker's sword fell to the ground, his body covered in blood, and he retreated to the edge of the stone platform - his eyes were like that of a bloodthirsty wolf, and he looked around as he stood on the stone platform - and the cloaked magicians forced him here, one of whom stood on the stone platform behind him.

It seems that he has no chance of winning, in fact, he has achieved a miracle that belongs to the common people, and in the face of these magicians, Wicker faced them with the strength of one person, and even injured one of them.

"Auston, come here, and hand over the Eye of Semori. The leading magician, holding the long black wood staff in his hand, looked at Wicker with his head held high, "This thing is of no use to you, and if you hand it over, the master promises to spare your life."

"Do you think I'm going to take your word for it?" Wicker pulled a short dagger from his boot and moved his shoulders, bones clicking.

"The way you speak is as disgusting as ever. The magician said.

"I think I'm pretty straightforward, things aren't going to be given to you. Wicker said, raising his arm as if he was going to fight the magicians to the end.

"Since you don't miss the old love, I have to feel sorry for the goddess Erentia for the loss of a good forest hunter in this world...... Kill him. The magician said, his eyes lit up with a fierce light, and he gestured to his companions behind him.

The magicians began to cast their spells, taking turns chanting spells, fireballs igniting in their hands, and the roots of nearby trees poking out of the ground - after a brief spell, they swept towards Wicker!

Wicker held the dagger, leaning forward, the dagger in his hand pointing at the nearest magician.

"Unleash the petrification! stop him!" The mages are not as good as these hunters, and it is not a good thing to be targeted by Wicker's dagger, and the mage at the head immediately reacted, so the mage standing on the stone platform interrupted the original spell and changed it to another spell.

But Wicker stopped his pace and turned around and ran towards the stone platform!

"Not good!" the magicians realized that they had fallen for the cunning hunters of the woods - Wicker had put so much pressure on them that his feints had fooled all the magicians.

Wicker jumped onto the stone platform and hammered the magician on the stone platform to the outside of the stone platform with a single punch, and then rudely pulled out the chain around his neck—the necklace was in the shape of a golden eye, no doubt the Eye of Semori.

He looked at the magicians with a mockery in his eyes.

"Stop!" shouted the magician, realizing that it was not good, but it was too late—the magicians watched as he pressed the Eye of Summerley to the stone platform, which had a small groove that the average person would not have noticed, but Wicker knew it well.

The tremors followed, and the magicians stood unsteadily, and stopped chanting incantations, and then watched as pillars of light rose around the stone platform, creating a perfect barrier for Wicker to envelop him, and the magicians could not break through it with any more incantations.

"You're going to lose the Eye of Semoriri! Stop!" said the leading magician in an anxious tone.

Wicker looked at the magician, stood on the stone platform with his arms crossed, and said with no fear: "Myerson, it's been ten years, you should know what kind of person I am." ”

Myerson pulled down the hood of his cloak, revealing a square face with a gray face, his expression could be described as gritting teeth: "Auston, why have you held out for so long? It's been ten years!"

"The biggest difference between me and you," Wickel said as he stared at Myerson, "I never try to change your stupid ideas. ”

Myerson was trembling with rage, he didn't expect Wicker at the end of the crossbow to do the same.

"In that case...... Myerson said coldly.

Their conversation was interrupted - the magicians who could catch the magic looked in one direction alertly, and Wicker turned his head along the way they were looking—a black-haired boy on a white horse carrying a girl out of the forest, and the white horse's movements were sharp and smooth, and soon came to the clearing of the forest.

"Wickel Alston, let's make a deal. The dark-haired boy's voice was beautiful, and he didn't pay any attention to the magicians, looking directly at Wicker.

Wicker didn't look at Ed, his eyes first fell on the unconscious Fitney, and then looked at him, his expression was a little more fierce: "What did you do to her?"

"Just put her to sleep. Ed stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, and Fitnair floated lightly in the air, and he easily dismounted from his horse, "Then make a deal with you, the value of the Eye of Seymouri and a friend." ”

"Can people like you understand the value of friends?" Wicker asked rhetorically.

"Mr. Eddard......" Myerson looked at Ed, feeling a little embarrassed - this was more than he expected, Ed should not have been in this operation.

Ed didn't even look at him, "If you're as ignorant as you are today, then you and your companions won't have to work for the Ansendier family in the future - step back." ”

"Mr. Eddard......" said one of the magicians, as if he was embarrassed by this.

"No...... Let's go. Myerson waved his hand at his companions, and when they heard him, they followed him towards the forest, and the unsuspecting magician seemed to protest, but Myerson whispered beside him, "Don't provoke him...... Ansendil's Freak...... Always moody......"

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Phytenay had a splitting headache, and she tried to wake herself up, but she couldn't, until she felt herself "wake up", but she was in a thick fog - so she kept walking, scolding herself inwardly.

Why would she easily trust that dark-haired boy, but it was easy to figure it out, he was just trying to use himself from beginning to end, what was Wicker's checkmate?

Her face turned pale, casting a haze over her already pale complexion.

She didn't dare to think about it anymore - she quickened her pace and rushed headlong into the fog - and just walked along, and a different picture appeared before her eyes.

It seemed to be a stone platform - with Wicker ...... and Ed.

"Keep your promises. Wicker said to Eddard, her voice like a thick fog that made it difficult for her to listen.

What are they talking about? With so much blood on Wickel, how many injuries did he have?

"Ironia will bless you. Ed said.

What is Ed talking about? What is he trying to do?

Fitnair wanted to rush in front of them, but he couldn't.

Then she saw Wicker raise the dagger in his hand and stab herself in the chest......

"No—!" cried out Fitney in terror.