"Asa!" Ignoring everyone's surprise, I shouted urgently. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Okay!" Asa tacitly grabbed the glass of water and poured it on the table—

In response to the pale blue light emitted by the magic array in his palm, the water stains on the table gradually converged into a strangely shaped pattern.

"Here!" Holding the parchment in one hand and pointing to the corner of the water-stained pattern in the other, I couldn't help but tremble with excitement, "Same as here!" ”

Although the pattern on the parchment is incomplete, it is still obvious that the pattern is the same as the water-stained pattern.

"Huh?! That's when it was! Little Luca remembered, "Same as the one on the altar!" ”

"That's right! That's right! Turning his head to look at Frank, "Where did you get all this broken porcelain?!" ”

"Altar? What altar? Frank looked puzzled.

"Brother Lacey's Taoist altar!" Little Luca shouted anxiously.

"The Priest's Dao Altar?!" Frank's eyes lit up, "Sakura-sama!" This porcelain piece has something to do with Taoism?! ”

"Yes!"

"But you're not using Dao to check ......"

"It's different! Kindness...... It's hard to explain, can you tell me first - where are these porcelain tiles found?! ”

"That's it! Grandpa Frank, say it quickly! Little Luca was also urging on the side.

"Bishop Frank, tell us first!" Minia also persuaded.

"En......"

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It was one day two weeks ago, in the mountains of the North Ridge, a sudden and unannounced change occurred.

Coincidentally, there happened to be a non-member of the Divine Society nearby. Although he is not a warrior and only knows some basic magic, when it comes to mountains, I guess there are few people in the world who know better than him - his profession is a mountaineer (I really thought it funny when I first heard this - the guardian of the world is actually a mountaineering?). Is there nothing to do? However, it was a long time before I learned that in order to protect the world, the Non-God Society needed people who knew all aspects of the world, not only priests and warriors, but also alchemists, doctors, explorers, and even entomologists and the like).

The mountaineer's name was Renard.

At the time of the change, he was sitting on the side of one of the peaks, which had no name in the deserted mountains, and which Renard had named in his heart Angeli, a beautiful name for a man who had dedicated his life to the mountains, which was also his closest lover.

Once a year, at this time of year, Renard comes to this peak, partly for the mission - he wants to check whether the magic items used by the Non-God Society to observe the whole continent are in good condition, and on the other hand, it is his greatest pleasure to stay with Angeli until the end of winter.

Oh! Although Renard was only one of many heirs to a nobleman with a large number of fiefs and wealth in Northridge, it did not prevent him from becoming the object of competition and exclusion from his siblings, so he cherished every minute on Mount Angeli. (Pingnan)

Kindness...... As strange as it sounded to us, sitting on the mountainside with the cold wind blowing every day, silently observing everything around Angeli was the happiest thing about Renard's month at the top of the mountain.

On that day, Reynard, wrapped in thick fur, sat quietly like a statue as usual, so to speak, he was watching, or he was observing, or he was doing nothing, and he just watched the sun rise from the east, slowly rise to the highest point of vision, and then slowly descend, and when the sun descended to the top of the first mountain in the west, Angeli's wind from south to north would suddenly stop, and after a short period of silence, the cold wind that changed direction would blow strongly, and the strength of the wind would become stronger. Then Renard would get up and go into the cave he had dug with his own hands, seal the hole, brew a cup of warm coffee in the clear snow water, and eat some freshly roasted beef jerky, and then spend another wonderful night in the cold wind howling outside the cave.

In two weeks, the full moon will be full, and it will be going down again! Renard sighed silently in his heart. On this peak, where there was only the sound of whistling winds, all words seemed superfluous, and as the sun descended to the top of the mountain to the west, Reynard staggered to his feet, tilted his head, and stretched hard to stretch his body, which had been stiff for a day.

-- That's when a change occurred.

Reynard, who was stretching his body up, suddenly heard a muffled sound—it was by no means loud—at least for Reynard, who was standing on the mountainside, but it was unusual for a muffled sound to suddenly come from the valley, which had been briefly silent, not to mention a shiver beneath his feet.

Earthquake! Renard, who was familiar with the mountains, did not hesitate at that time, almost instantaneously, he turned around and threw himself into the cave without hesitation, that is, at the moment of entering the cave, a large amount of snow on the mountain rolled down with a thunderous sound, and instantly buried the cave entrance.

Avalanche, a violent avalanche caused by that muffled sound.

The cave where the exit was blocked immediately turned pitch black.

In this dark cave, Renard, who was buried by an avalanche, was not panicked at all, and perhaps for him, being buried by the snow on the mountain was the most romantic way to die. In the dark, he fumbled and nibbled on the cold dry beef, then gently leaned his back against the mountain wall.

Let's wait for the avalanche to stop! If you can't get out, forget it.

Renard said to himself lightly, then reached out and grabbed the snow into his mouth to quench his thirst, and prepared for bed.

But before he could fall asleep, the avalanche stopped.

That's when Renard realized something was wrong.

When the avalanche stopped, the deafening sound of the avalanche gradually disappeared, the mountain walls stopped trembling, and everything returned to tranquility. Yes, back to tranquility, but -- too peaceful.

No, it should be said that it is **quiet.

Renard, who has been in the mountains all year round, is also often encountered by earthquakes, and he is familiar with the mountains and earthquakes.

Judging from his experience, the place where the muffled earthquake just came from here should not be very far from here, and the center of the earthquake should be in the interior of a certain mountain, so why is it just a muffled sound?

Generally speaking, such an earthquake should be followed by some aftershocks, large or small, and they will last for a while, even if the intensity of the aftershocks is not large, but in the cave he should not feel nothing.

At the very least, the conductive mountain wall should tremble slightly, right?

At first, it was just a doubt, but after several days of excavation, Renard was convinced: there were no aftershocks, that is, the muffled noise was not caused by an earthquake.

What would that be? ――Such a powerful explosion?

With this doubt in mind, Renard finally gave up the idea of being buried in the snow on the mountain (of course, for reasons other than the mission of the Divine Society), and three days later dug a passage in the snow, and the moment he poked his head out, he saw a sunset that was not dazzling, and what he saw afterwards was that the first mountain in the west, which had been used for timekeeping, had collapsed.

At this point, Renard only felt a little strange, but the strange feeling was not worth exploring immediately, so he simply looked at it from a distance, and then went back into the cave to rest.

But then it was different—the sleeping Renard was suddenly awakened by the faint tremor of the mountain wall, and the moment he opened his eyes, he heard a crisp explosion.

The explosion was not loud and did not cause an avalanche.

What's going on again?

The next day, with this question in mind, Renard walked towards the collapsed West Mountain, and as he approached the collapse site, he felt a strange magical sensation, and after carefully studying the collapsed peak, he judged that the center of the explosion that day was indeed in this mountain, which could be seen from the scattered rubble around it—the smaller the debris the further you went. There was very little snow around, indicating that the explosion was powerful enough to shake the snow off the mountain.

Later, the mountain peak, which could not withstand the power of the explosion, collapsed, and the falling rocks covered the center of the explosion - that is, the boulder in front of the rocks with their backs against the mountain wall.

- So, what about behind the boulder?

Renard approached the boulder and was surprised to find a narrow deep cavern in the corner, and the broken porcelain pieces were found in the depths of the cavern.

-- Broken man-made porcelain that should not have appeared in the center of the mountain.

As a non-member of the Divine Society, Renard intuitively felt that the matter was important, so he immediately used magic to send the earthquake report and the broken porcelain pieces to the Guild, and the Society put together the porcelain pieces and asked Frank to ask me for advice.

"That's where these broken porcelains come from," Frank asked, after speaking in one breath, "what about you Miss Sakura?" Where did Asa's patterns come from? ”

"The pattern was obtained in the chamber in the ruins of Roktar," I explained, "and it was painted on the curtain that covered the altar of the chamber. ”

"Oh! Something to do with Threstin? "Then ......" Frank was puzzled and asked, "Then why is your Dao technique ...... Miss Sakura?"

"It doesn't work, does it? - Taoism is not like your magic! …… This is a bit complicated to say, anyway, anyway, when we showed the patterns to Bai Suiyun Gongzi in the East, he told us that these patterns are of little significance, just marking some geographical directions, inviting gods to assist and other words, which itself is not magical. ”

"Oh, no wonder Asa called me stupid!" Frank laughed self-deprecatingly, "It would be nice to come up with the pattern sooner." ”

"That's it!" Little Luca nodded to the side.

"Looks like the plan has changed—Miss Sakura, could you please go to Northridge and investigate it yourself?"

"Now you're going to go without saying Sakura!" Asa put away his magic, and the thief looked over with a smile, "Sakura, I still know you best, right?" ”

"Sakura went there for that maggot! What does it have to do with you?! Minia poured cold water on him with a look of disgust.

"Go to Northridge! Go to Northridge yes! Asa suddenly looked very happy, "She still didn't agree to inviting Sakura to Northridge a few days ago!" Now it's different - what's it called in Oriental terms? Cherry? ”

"All wishes come true?"

"Yes, yes! That's it! ”

"Get out~!" I laughed and stuck my tongue out at him, "Damn it!" Sister, I won't go to the Imperial City with you even if I go to Northridge! ”

"Whew!" Asa shrugged his head in disappointment like a catbell, exaggeratedly.

"What are you going to do in the Imperial City?" Minia asked.

"Sister Sakura, is there anything delicious in the Imperial City of Northridge?"

"Ahh Nothing, nothing! It's really nothing! ”

- How can I say that Asa invited me to the Imperial City because he wanted someone to pretend to be his girlfriend and to meet his mother?

It's disgusting!