Muton looked at the princess seriously, "These are your own subjects. Evil spirits are wreaking havoc in the village, how can you watch them being slaughtered and ignore them, even if there is a trap ahead, but if what they say is true, you will feel guilty for the rest of your life! ”

Vanessa let go of her hand, she saw the Duke's black eyes for the first time, and suddenly felt that they were so pure, he reminded her of Prince Matt on the ship, of the fallen knight Rog, how could she be virtuous, and with such excellent and persistent followers as them, she couldn't help but be ashamed of herself.

The two followed the boy to his home, the scene of the murder.

The passage outside the cave was dark and damp, covered with dirt and the sound of dripping water, but when he entered the boy's house, he realized that the cave could also be turned into a warm and cozy chamber. The floors were unpretentious, covered with woollen blankets, the walls were covered with brocade, long bee candles gave off an abundance of light, and the furniture was strange and austere, including a long table, a high-backed bench, a chest, a few tall bookcases full of books, and chairs, all made of driftwood, oddly shaped strips of wood cleverly put together, polished, and glowing a dark gold in the candlelight.

However, the hostess lying on the ground is too incommensurate with this warm picture.

Someone had already come to help the boy's mother, and they carried her to the bed and lay her down, which made her look less pale.

"A gust of wind," said the boy's mother, enduring the severe pain, to the Duke and Vanessa, "blows from behind me." You know, there's no wind in a cave. She gasped, "There was the sound of iron scraping in the wind, and countless crackling sparks of magic, and then my teeth hit the floor, and my legs were gone!" As luck would have me, I heard that poor Haber didn't even have a tooth left. ”

Vanessa and Muton glanced at each other, "Iron strikes? Vanessa's eyes widened suddenly, "Could it be a magic item?" As far as I know, an evil spirit doesn't make any other sounds, either it has a monster in its hands, or it's under some kind of magic! ”

Muton nodded, took the woman's other sock in his hand, closed his eyes, magic surged out of his body, thin magic cord wrapped around the cotton sock, and in its shape conjured a crimson palm, which was where the evil spirit had touched, and then, the Duke's magic filaments continued to pour into the palm, the palm was not large, just like the immature palm of a young boy, gradually, it left the cotton sock and began to move.

"What's going on?" Vanessa looked at the vision, amazed.

Muton stared nervously at the palm of his hand and replied to the princess, "This is my magic, and it can tell us where the owner of this hand is." ”

"Isn't that positioning magic? A friend of mine has this kind of magic. Vanessa remembered Polly of Crescent City, "It's a pity she's dead, aren't you—"

"We're not related by blood." Muton said sternly, his feet making subtle steps with the movement of his palms, "The magic of Olops is never the same. Your friend's magic is to locate the owner of the object, and mine is to locate anyone who has ever touched it—my magic is better than your friend's. ”

"It's more like a hound, too." Vanessa teased. I've never seen such a conceited guy.

"This hound found you the same way." Muton defended his magic. "Alright, I've found him."

"Where is he?" Vanessa asked.

"Follow me." The Duke was about to leave.

"It will probably take a long time," Vanessa grabbed Muton's arm again, begging him to think it through, "if you miss the chance to save your mother—"

"Like you said, if you don't show up, she'll be fine." Muton gave the princess a helpless smile and turned to walk out of the cave.

After a long journey through the dark, damp passages, the Duke and Vanessa came to an open field, where they marked the corners and intersections of the trail in case the villagers and themselves could find their way back. Here, the torches burn out in a few moments, so they are completely useless, except for the glowing rocks that have been passed down from generation to generation in the village to light the way ahead for pedestrians, and in more remote places, there are no magic rocks at all, such as the area where the two of them are at the moment.

Vanessa's eyes are pitch black, you can't see anything, and this feeling of helplessness is like being in a secret room full of ghosts, and you never know what will burst out of the darkness to scare your nerves. The princess subconsciously grasped the duke's hand, and at this moment, she realized how warm and firm the dwarf's big hand was, and with his guidance, she was steady and brave in every step. It's really strange, I should be very unaccustomed to being led by people like this, this feeling is both strange and novel, both want to resist and reassure, perhaps, when you don't fight for power, it is also a good choice to be led through a lifetime by someone you can rely on.

Oh my God, what was I thinking? Vanessa was almost knocked down by the stones under her feet, and her mind suddenly cleared, how could I have such a thought, this will kill me, it is better not to even touch this kind of thought in the future. "How far is it?" Vanessa used her voice to hide her fear.

"Whisper." Muton lowered his voice as he pulled Vanessa to a crouch. "Look carefully, you'll see."

His voice pointed to the open cavern in front of him. It was said to be a cave, but it was actually more like a vast hall, which reminded Vanessa of the Blind Newt Cave in the Flame Country, and the uneasiness immediately swept over her body, and her whole body tensed.

But in the very center of that hall, there was a faint glimmer of light that was constantly rising, extracting, reconverging, and peeling off, infinitely circulating, infinitely continuous.

"What's that? Is Cooper's ghost? Vanessa asked.

"No, it's a weapon." Accustomed to the glow of the earth, the mountain dwarves recognized the nature of the luminous body at a glance. At this time, Vanessa also remembered her previous inference that Cooper's ghost was not capable of harming people, and there must be something helping him, could it be the luminous body in the distance?

Vanessa focused her gaze on the elongated object, its essence being a transparent body that glowed with blue light, constantly rising and disillusioning from its body, and magical energy surrounding it, making it hover in the sky like a star of the ages.

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