Rhaegar stood quietly in the middle of the waist-high withered yellow weeds, his eyes slightly closed, and his endless spiritual power used the medium of Primal Energy as a tidal wave in all directions, carefully searching everything within a radius of several kilometers around him - although such an action had proven to be useless against the captors of Willy, he still refused to give up one in a million hopes.

It was the seventh day that he had been on the road alone to catch up with the other party. Everything was exactly as he expected, whenever he rested, the seemingly non-existent Viley's breath of life would appear within his senses, and when he was about to arrive at the scene, the aura would disappear without a trace. With this method, the unseen opponent easily led Rhaegar out of the Hornfest Mountains, then over Mount Einsorat, into the edge of the vast western prairie.

As with the previous ones, Rhaegar didn't find anything from his search, retracting the spiritual power it emitted, and the geist slowly sat down on the ground, ready to use meditation to recover the power consumed.

A familiar breath of life came to his mind from afar, and even though it was far away, Rhaegar recognized its source at the first time, and almost at the same moment, the geist's body flew into the sky and quickly disappeared into the distant horizon.

Rhaegar had not tried other ways to find his opponent, and before entering the grasslands, he tried to possess some birds and beasts in the form of a geist to go to the location of his target. In his opinion, no matter who captured Wei Li, he would never be able to detect himself in this state, and he could completely catch the other party before the other party re-concealed Wei Li's breath.

However, his plan ultimately fell through, as his opponent seemed to know his plan and was always able to escape in time before he could control the possessed birds and beasts to reach their destination. It wasn't until a few times later that the geist finally realized that the other party was not able to discover his existence, but was simply acting according to a certain pattern: every certain amount of time, he would let Willy's breath of life come out, and then, in a very short time, whether he would follow or not, he would re-seal it and continue on his way. This method is very simple, but it is extremely effective for a mage like him, unless he can reach the other party's side in an instant, no matter what method is used, if he does not want to lose Weili's trace, he can only passively act according to the latter's arrangement.

Under the steppe sky, Rhaegar turned into a blur that could not be seen with the naked eye, and swept across the endless sea of grass like a lightning speed, even the most athletic eagle could not match him in speed, but this time, he was not ready to follow the other man's ass as stupidly as before, he had a new idea.

Instead of flying straight to the place where Willy's soul fluctuations came from, Rhaegar drew a huge circle with a radius of nearly ten kilometers in the air at the fastest speed. A series of blazing fireballs rained down from the sky along the trajectory of his flight, and in this dry season, even a little spark was enough to start a fire on the grassland, and in the blink of an eye, the rising flames formed a circular circle of fire where the spirit passed, and then, under the monsoon from the east of the grassland, the fire spread rapidly, turning an area of hundreds of square kilometers into a sea of fire.

In this fire, there was only one direction that was not surrounded by flames, and above the only exit of the fire circle, Rhaegar, who had used stealth techniques, was suspended in the air, quietly waiting for the arrival of his prey.

No one can remain indifferent to this terrible catastrophe, and Rhaegar is confident that whoever captures Willy is. At this moment, he had no choice, in order to survive, he could only escape from this direction, and unless he wanted to provoke himself, an archmage who could easily make people suffer torture worse than death, he would never hurt even a hair of Willy.

After this time of chasing, the geist has fully understood the nature of this opponent: he may be a good executor, but he will never be the real mastermind behind the scenes, he is alert and decisive, but he is not the kind of person who will do anything to achieve the task. For such a person, this is almost a sure plan, but even so, while waiting for the other party to arrive, Rhaegar still feels uneasy in his heart - in the face of things related to Willy's life and death, he will never be able to be as calm and calm as usual.

After a dozen minutes that were far longer than a century, a disorganized figure finally appeared in front of Rhaegar's eyes, and it was the killer who had attacked Willy. By this time, his black tights had been turned into a pile of rags under the scorching flames, and the thick smoke covered his whole body, and his eyes became red under the smoke of the smoke, and his mouth kept coughing loudly.

The killer, who was desperate to flee for his life, staggered and ran, completely oblivious to the fact that Rhaegar had withdrawn his invisibility technique from the sky, and did not see the killing intent that shot out of his eyes when the geist found out that Willy was not by his side.

An indescribable feeling filled Rhaeggar's mind, a mixture of anger, self-blame, and fear of Willy's possible fate, and the geist had never felt so overwhelmed since his awakening, and he looked at the killer below with some blankness, wanting only to torture to death the creature who had abandoned his captives in the most brutal way possible.

Before he swooped down from the air like a preying eagle, grabbed the killer by the neck and was about to crush it with force, the last remaining sanity regained his senses, took a long breath to calm himself down, and Rhaegar threw the killer, who had been completely discouraged by the catastrophe and the geysers that had fallen from the sky, to the ground.

"Where is she?" Rhaegar asked in a voice that bordered on roaring, ready to tear the killer to shreds who refused to answer.

"I don't know," replied the distraught killer in a weeping voice, "she was not in my hands, and my companion took her away." ”

"Lie!" Rhaegar roared as he dispersed the black smoke that obscured the sun from the sky, and a spear of lightning suddenly appeared in his hand, "Where is her last chance?"

"I swear," the killer finally cried, and he cried out in a voice almost louder than Rhaeggar's, "I really don't know, I'm just a small character who took the girl from my hands and gave this to me and let me lead you here." He fumbled frantically in his arms and eventually pulled out a statue, "This is what they gave me, and they told me that as long as you turn its head every half day and then restore it after a few seconds, you can follow it." ”

The poor fellow's soul fluctuations tell Rhaegar that he wasn't lying. Keeping his whole body on guard, the geist ordered the other party to turn the statue's head as he had said earlier, and sure enough, after the head of the statue less than half a foot tall turned to the side, he felt almost the same breath of life as Willy again, and after the statue's head was restored, the breath disappeared.

This is a good answer to a question that Rhaegar has always had in his heart - why during this period of time, he can feel all kinds of energy and breath caused by Weili's life activities, but he has never been able to sense the existence of the latter's soul fluctuations. Obviously, someone had given Willy's breath of life with the help of this statue, which was similar to the role of a double puppet, but they couldn't replicate the same soul fluctuations there, something that even the gods couldn't do.

Rhaegar had heard her teacher talk about this magic, and it was said that in some areas where assassination was prevalent, many emperors or lords had at least a few of these statues, and when they needed to travel or appear in public, they would have some people close to them wear these statues in order to blind the killers with keen senses and make them their stand-ins.

"Now," the geist finally calmed down completely, his eyes flashing with a strange glint and his tone becoming erratic, "don't be afraid, let's talk about everything you know." He picked up the killer who had fallen into a haze, and quickly flew away from the rapidly approaching sea of fire.