"A little earlier than expected. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info" Ed finished speaking, and raised his hand.

The blinding light and the sharp metal clashed - Fitnair couldn't help but frown until he could see the "coming" clearly—and a man suddenly burst in through the window, the slender, white-glowing sword in his hand clashing with the metal on Ed's arm.

"Clarence. Fitney recognized the man.

"Hmph. Clarence glared coldly at Fitney, ready to chant.

Ed didn't speak, but as he stood in front of Fitney, a golden halo lit up behind Clarence, and the light enveloped Clarence.

"You!" Clarence looked at Ed in disbelief, then tilted his head to the side and fainted.

Fitney looked at the scene in a daze, and then looked at Ed: "...... the hell he"

"The Pope is his adoptive father, and it's normal for him to come to someone to settle accounts at the first time. Ed said.

"You want to take him?"

"He's not going to go away - this man has nothing but loyalty to Sassoon and Jill. Eddard didn't look at Fitney, bent down, cut Clarence's hands behind his back, and spelled his hands to tie them, "He'll stay until he's done - or...... Kill him. ”

"I remember Jill having a conflict with him. ”

Fitney really didn't want any casualties, but she always felt that this man had some misunderstanding of herself besides being an antagonist, and that there were some curious secrets about him.

"It's easier for them to explain those things. Ed said.

Before Fitnet could understand what Ed meant, a gust of wind swept two cloaked men into the room, instantly crowding the already small room.

Fitney's attention was focused on the tall and short two.

"Ed, Ansendeil, you're still alive, you look like you've been hit hard. The tall man was silent, and the short man spoke to Ed somewhat "out of measure".

Such a person either has a very good relationship with Ed, or has such a personality and strong strength.

Fitney still felt the voice familiar.

"Ha, disciple of Letta. The short man soon spotted Fitney, who was a little unclear, "I sometimes wonder if people with mediocre abilities are more likely to be survivors?"

What a rude greeting.

Fitnair did not speak at once—at this point, the taller man crouched down, as if to check on Clarence's condition—and there was no need to think about his identity, for he had taken off his hood at the moment of his crouching.

That face belonged to Jill.

"It seems that you are another person who serves Collif. Fitnair looked thoughtfully at the shorter man.

"Oh, what if you know?"

"You're the one who killed Duncan Morrows. ”

The short figure paused, and as if he didn't want to admit it immediately, he asked, "It seems that you have put a big hat on me, little girl, because you are not used to my tone?"

"Corifo is a 'civilian', there must be someone behind him, and this person doesn't come forward often for some reason. Coriford's work, whether it was pretending to be an adventurer to make Upton make a big mistake that led to the fall of the Lanchelot family, or the job he got for Polina in the theater, all of these things tied him to that story. ”

"What's the story?"

"Now they call it 'Merte Sesi', and before it was Adez's story. "Viscount Lanchelot, Duke Morolls, Queen Shirley, only one person can do the stories that can put these people together. ”

Shirley said, "He's back."

That's actually why Fitney thought of Adez.

There was no reason why this man should not show up—there was no need for anyone but Adez to write a script about that old story and create a situation with it—and what Fitney was thinking about was what role Adez played in these events.

So many people, this is the only suitable location.

Let Corifu gain enough power and become a "bystander" for his own obsession.

But Corifo is Follett.

Fitney knew this, she had known it for a long time.

Although, even if she didn't have to contact Follett about who would take her, she knew something - what she had seen in the tower she had strayed into at that time.

"Mr. Adez - your dream class is really not good. Fitney said eventually.

The shorter man took off his cloak, revealing the face that Fitney knew—she had called the man the big-nosed old man before.

Eccentric, autistic, in their own towers full of things that could be called nostalgia, but never looked at them again.

"You came to Luther after Starlight was destroyed, why?"

"What's the matter with you?!" Adez glared at Fitney, "Since you think you can guess everything, then guess for yourself!"

But Ed explained for him: "Fresson imprisoned this man on behalf of Willunton, and changed the relationship between the two in order to prevent him from clashing with the Holy See as a magician of Willonton. ”

"I'm not a wizard of Willundon anymore!" called Adez.

"That's what you unilaterally thought - you were originally a graduate of Starlight, and theoretically a magician who graduated from there and went to Willundon to continue his studies was a wizard of Willonton. Ed continued.

The answer is already obvious.

"Well, that doesn't matter, I'm more curious about the poisonous ...... of His Highness Shirley," Fitney stared at him.

Adez didn't speak, his silence quieting the place.

It lasted for a short time.

"What do you ask for? What does it have to do with you!As a magician, shouldn't your focus be on how to see the 'source'!" Adez scolded, perhaps impatient with Fertenay's gaze.

Fitney had never been afraid of such loud rebukes.

"So what, can you tell me about the 'Origin'? The whole of Willundon has been busy thinking about this question for hundreds of years, can you, the magician who is trying to break away from Willonton, explain it?"

"Looks like you've forgotten the homework I gave you, Phytenay Freyton - come with me!" Adez snorted.

That dream class, Fitney had only taken it once.

Even though he knew that this man was Adetz, who wrote "The Memoirs of Mr. Winchett", Fitney still thought he was an eccentric old man.

"I don't want to?" Fitney frowned inwardly, a sneer on his face.

With the current situation, she doesn't intend to devote her time to Adez.

Maybe she used to be curious about the so-called "origin" of magic, but now she needs to think about more things.