"Mick, I'm leaving the Undercity." Elletaxia, who was sitting in the living room, spoke to Mick seriously.

Mick stared at her blankly, not even noticing that the tea he was pouring was spilling. Alex on the side hurriedly grabbed a piece of fabric from the sofa and pressed it on the water stain indiscriminately.

"Thea, you're not kidding, are you?" Awake, Mick hurriedly put down the teapot, not even noticing that Alex was wiping the table with her favorite sofa cushion.

Eletaxia also didn't notice Mick's gaffe, "Of course not. Haven't I come to say goodbye to you? ”

"Where are you going? With whom? Is it reliable? Does Mentor Simon know? Mick grabbed her arms and asked in one breath.

Elletaxia, who couldn't react, only answered her last question. "He didn't know, I went back, but he wasn't home. Please tell him a little bit about it, thank you very much for taking care of me these days. ”

Mick took a deep breath, "Wait a minute, I have something for you." You wait for me. With that, she turned and left the living room.

"Where are you going?" Alex asked curiously.

"The Plaguelands."

Then Elletaxia was surprised to find that Alex's face changed all at once.

"The Plaguelands...... The Plaguelands ......," Alex muttered the word over and over again. "Are you crazy? Do you know what kind of place it is? Scourge undead everywhere, and a bunch of maniacs from the Cult of the Curse and the Scarlet Crusaders! ”

"I have companions, you have seen. That Minotaur Leo, and the others are all very powerful mercenaries, just escorting them, so there will be no danger if you are careful. ”

"Escort?" Mick, who walked back, heard the last words, her instincts acutely telling her that something was wrong. "Who's the employer?"

"Nathanos, do you know each other? He seems to be quite famous in the Undercity! Is it an aristocracy? ”

Erettasia watched with some surprise as Mick and Alex both made gasping expressions at the same time.

"Hell, Lord Nathanos! Damn it! Mick scolded, "What the hell does he think, the queen promised him that he could go to the army and pick any soldier, but he ran to mercenaries......"

"Calm down, Mick......" Alex's face was not good, but he still put his arm around Mick and patted her on the shoulder.

"Tell me, who did he hire?" Mick tried to calm down.

"I don't know if I, Leo the Minotaur, and the orc Luo Jiali, or anyone else...... What's wrong, is there a problem? ”

Mick and Alex exchanged a look.

"No, no problem." Mick had completely calmed down by this time. Her mind was so preoccupied with what she was going to do next.

"Here, I'll give you a parting present." She opened the small box in her hand.

Inside the box was a dark blue velvet fabric with a tear-shaped black earring on it.

"What is this?" Eletahia looked curiously.

"Pick it up and take a look, it was meant for you."

Elletahya picked up the earrings.

I don't know what material these earrings are made of, they are all black, but they have a transparent texture.

"Do you like it?" Mick asked, looking at her look.

"It's beautiful, but it must be precious, right? How could I accept such a valuable gift from you? Elletahia put the earrings back in their place.

"It's not worth a few dollars," Mick re-removed the earrings from the box and stuffed them into Elletaxia. "If you're my friend, take it. Otherwise, I'll be angry! She feigned anger.

Mick had already said so, and of course Eretta could only thank Mick again and take the earrings. As a sign of caution, she immediately put the earrings on.

Mick looked at her earrings with satisfaction, clasping his hands to his chest. "This is my gift to you, and I won't forgive you if you lose it."

"I see." Eletaxia smiled shyly as she clutched her earrings.

"I must come back!"

"Well, I'll be the first to see you when I come back. Thank you, Mick, for how nice you are. Elletahia reluctantly hugged Mick.

She walked out of Mick's house on her front foot, and Mick hurried to the secret alchemy room of Simon on her back foot.

Walking down the stairs, no matter how many times he came, the cold aura of the place still made Mick feel awe and fear.

In front of the last door, Mick made a few taps lightly and regularly.

The door opened. Mick walked in, respectfully and carefully worded. "Mentor, Thea, she just came to say goodbye to me. She's leaving the Undercity. ”

This alchemy room was very different from the one Elletahia had been to before, with the animal's broken torso hanging haphazardly in the air or nailed to the wall. I don't know what is locked in the cages around me, and there is an occasional small creaking and scratching sound. There was a faint smell of blood and sulfur in the air.

The only thing in the entire room was the alchemy table in front of Simon that had a faint light. The faint light could only illuminate Simon's face, and it looked as if he was completely hidden in the darkness.

Simon stared intently at the glass bottle in front of him. The glass bottle is about 30 centimeters in diameter and 50 centimeters high, colorless and transparent, reflecting a faint orange glow in the light.

Inside the bottle was a beautiful, slender blue moth that kept pounced on the nearby fire, but hit the glass wall again and again.

"Where to go? With whom? His voice was as clear and cold as ever, without a hint of emotion.

"The Plaguelands, along with Lord Nathanos, and a few mercenaries." Mick swallowed a shudder and finished his sentence. She thought Simon was going to be furious, but she didn't. Simon was still staring intently and affectionately at the moth in the bottle that kept repeating the impact, fall, impact, crash, fall.

The tiny flames reflected the elongated light of the moths, twisting and dancing on Simon's calm face.

"Got it." After a pause, Simon continued, "Did you give her anything?" ”

"Gave it, put it on in person."

Simon stopped talking and waved his hand for Mick to stand down.

As Mick's footsteps faded away, the surroundings became quiet again.

Simon's fingers gently caressed the glass bottle. With just a single click, the glass bottle shattered. The moth, which had been freed, immediately and resolutely threw itself towards the candle flame.

The beautiful wings were engulfed in flames in an instant, turned into a charred black, lost signs of life, and fell between the pile of shiny glass shards on the table. A smell of burnt protein came to my nose.

"Stupid ......" Simon muttered to himself as he looked at the moth's already burned corpse.