Fitnair slowly removed the dagger, seemingly acquiescing to Elliott's words. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"It's better to use each other than to be hostile, isn't it?" Elliot smiled.

Fitnair glanced at him, didn't answer him, just walked on—a hint of doubt flashed across Elliott's face—Fitney's attitude made it impossible for him to figure out what she was thinking, she seemed to be weaker than the nobles he remembered, and seemed to have more of a cold and hard element that a girl wouldn't have.

"Why do I find the magic here strange?" said Elliot, walking along the road, trying to capture the magic in the air, but it turned out to be very strange.

As a magician, although this is not his forte. Obviously, this special feeling is very uncomfortable for magicians, no matter who they are.

"The concentration of the magic is intensifying, they are 'alive'. Fitney said.

"Isn't that really a rumor?" Elliot was surprised - not a joke at this time, but still hard to believe - that the power that people tended towards, called magic, was actually "alive", but if it was not explained in this way, it seemed impossible to explain the anomaly at this time.

Fitnair ignored him, and she continued on her way, never considering whether the route was correct or not—Elliot soon discovered this, and became astonished, had she already been to this place?

As the "guide", Fitney's expression became more and more serious, and she stared at the road in front of her, her steps getting faster and faster.

It was so magical that even she could smell an extra ingredient in the air—something she couldn't describe.

"Wait......" Elliot was unhappy with Phytenay's abrupt quickening of pace, when he suddenly felt something and hurriedly shouted.

Hearing his voice, Fettnay took a sharp step back, raised his hand, and blocked the attack—it was one of the guards who followed Sharon and Chebman, his eyes were hollow, but his movements were fast and fierce, and after Fettnay had blocked the attack, he roared like a beast and raised his sword again-!

If you can't control your emotions, will you become like this?

Elliott didn't seem to regain his shock, as Fitnair sank her face as she ducked to one side, and the guard chopped off a piece of her thick cloak, which she undid and swung at his face.

The sound of the cloth cutting sounded, and the special weapon in the guard's hand suddenly split the thick cloak in half, and he saw that Fitney took advantage of this opportunity to distance himself from him, so he raised the weapon flat, and the weapon was immediately broken in half from the middle, and a pillar of light shot out of it!

"Elletia is ......" Elliot was dumbfounded, and subconsciously looked at Fertenay.

Fitnair frowned, the sword was pulled out of its scabbard, and it was held by her hands, and the blade shone faintly with golden light, reflecting her blue-purple eyes—and the pillar of light immediately hit the blade!

Boom!

Elliott sensed that Fitnair was going to be doomed—could a sword withstand such an attack?, but for a moment he felt in his mind that it was not so simple, and sure enough, a petite body had sprang out before the tremor was over, and her arms lit up with lines that people couldn't read—her eyes stared coldly at the guard, and she jumped up as she approached the guard.

The same lines on her arms seemed to give her incredible bouncing power—she jumped to a height taller than the guards, who seemed to be unable to react in time because they could only kill and lack judgment.

Blood splattered, and Elliott stared blankly at the little girl as she cut off the guard's head without changing her face.

The head rolled a few times before coming to a halt not far away.

"Come out. Fitnair fell to the ground, sword raised, the tip pointed in the direction where the head of the guard's corpse was rolling.

Her cold look made Elliot shiver, feeling that something seemed to be completely different from what she had imagined.

"That's pretty good...... Fitney Frayton. Elliott froze again when Chebman's voice rang out.

Fitnair looked at Chebman Kaseti and said in a cold tone: "What the hell did Ed Ansendier tell you to come here - trust me, I can cut off the head of this guard, and yours too." ”

"Of course I believe you can do it. Chebman sighed, his face was not very good--it was obvious that they had made great efforts to fend off the Black Mist Ghost, and in this kind of rich magic, he would not get stronger, so here Fitney could basically be used as a threat to others, "He asked us to find something." ”

"What's that?" Fitnair narrowed his eyes and took two steps forward, the sword unceremoniously resting around his neck.

"Grede's ring. Chebman said.

Fitney's face didn't change, but the sudden flickering of her eyes caught her sensitivity to such a thing: "How do you know that the ring is in this place?"

"Greid wasn't rescued outside of Starlight, but here - Letta didn't take the initiative to save him, but only met him later. My father was in the party in the first place—Grede had been in here, and he had no ring when he died three years ago—and this was the last clue. Chebman said.

Fitney knew about it.

During her three years in the Aesop Forest, she had traveled the forest outside of Iveliu at least two or three times in order to find traces of Greed.

All the clues point to this place, the last place Greid went before being brought to Starlight.

But Fitney didn't rush into the place, and she met Elliott.

Elliott, the Aberg who had come here by mistake because he had been hunted down, thought that Fitney knew about these things by buying information, but he didn't know that she was the only witness at that time, not to mention that Fitney had hardly set foot on the land of the Kingdom of Luther in the past three years.

"What is the purpose of that ring? It should be Midrus's inheritance. Fitney continued.

"Of course, it has to do with the origin of magic. Chipman's words made a look of surprise on the faces of both people who listened, "And what about you? To avenge Grede?"

"Perhaps. Fettnay was still pondering, and after hearing what Chipman asked, he subconsciously said.

"Then you have to be careful not to die, or nothing will be achieved. ”