Old Benedict had been thinking about the question of whether his colleague Valentine was playing with life, or if he had some other special plans.

He remembered vividly that on the way from Constantinople to Hope Island, the young man would occasionally mention the name of Agnes, the 'elf' spirit ranger, but now he had become a casual man, swaggering to join Hydra, the world was changing so fast, and the old man couldn't keep up with the pace.

As soon as Valentine and Albert and the others walked on their front feet, the old man felt that his health seemed to be improving, and he knew that something was wrong with the stable, so he deliberately avoided it, and only moved his muscles and bones in the other corners. It also greatly improved the impression of the servants on him.

Thrushcross Lodge is not strictly enclosed, and there are many places that are like the home of the mysterious old woman.

Benedict thought about his thoughts as he walked through the layers of crops, the children playing and the mooing cows could not interfere with his thoughts.

Blue sky and white clouds, green grass, Benedict seems to be in the arms of his little lover Tonya again, they are like glue, although it is only a short time, but it seems as if the world has been enveloped......

"Lord Bishop, Lord Bishop, Lord Bishop."

The old man rubbed his eyes and broke away from his illusory dream, only to see a slender girl with pointed ears standing in front of him: "You are ......"

"I'm Melanie of Oaktown, when I was in Grunde, and we escaped from General Iros."

Benedict certainly wouldn't forget, but he was still surprised, after all, Danse Forest was so far away from Hope Island.

Melanie saw the old man's doubts, and explained with a smile: "Her Majesty the 'Female' King has done everything possible to recruit talented people who are interested in the outside world in the entire 'Spirit' Spirit Kingdom.

"Didn't your 'Lady' Mainth, tell you the purpose of doing this?"

"To fight the Mind Flayer, of course." The smile on Melanie's face hadn't changed because of the word Mind Flayer, she seemed to have an optimistic and cheerful nature, and it had grown more and more since the escape from Grid.

"Hope Island is small, but there are many things, don't look at the paradise here, in fact, the inside is no different from the mainland." Benedict sighed inappropriately.

"I'd like to meet Albert and Cagun, and the others, and the thief Best."' The spirit druid behaved like a child at the moment, and after a long absence, the feeling of life and death was beyond words.

"Albert and the others are in Aston City.Now that the Sea of Terror has been firmly controlled by the Desserts.How did you survive unharmed?" There was more of a curiosity in Benedict's tone.

"Actually, I didn't come alone, and on the way, there was some help from the 'woman' of Garryville."

"I heard Albert mention that the Grand Elder knows no less about the Sea of Terror than the fishermen of Constantinople, and if she doesn't have her experience, she might be swallowed up by an unknown horror sea monster in the middle of the way."

"yes.' Her Majesty has cleared a lot of joints, and she has come to an agreement with your Emperor Elliot, and Constantinople has an open-door policy to us 'spirits', and there is almost no need to do any more checks, and you can be allowed to go directly."

"Oh." Benedict didn't understand why the emperor did this.

"The Grand Commander of Constantinople, Savarin, though he is very old, is not at all rigid in his mind and thoughts, and he has tried to help us get out of port, and he has succeeded in attracting the attention of the Dseth Cruiser fleet, and has bought us enough time."

"Oh." Benedict couldn't read it anymore, so the pitch got higher and higher.

"I have heard that the owner of this manor has recently been married." Melanie changed the subject. The two of them were now near a half-dug ditch outside the manor.

"Well, yes, one of my young colleagues boldly broke through the canonical restrictions, so that the Holy See had to acquiesce." Benedict was thoughtful, and he suddenly asked, "Didn't you land from the south?"

"I...... "The 'spirit' druid, this is the first time he's hiccuped." We made a detour to avoid people's eyes, and we landed from the eastern part of the island."

The old man clearly remembered that he had seen a very clearly marked map in Thrushcross Lodge, that the north and east sides of Hope Island were naturally formed cliffs, and that the climatic conditions there were extremely harsh, with lightning and thunder all year round, and from time to time there were terrible whirlpools on the sea that could kill people.

The druids are powerful, but the premise must be to rely on the protection of the god of the forest and Mother Earth.

Benedict decided to test the so-called Melanie in front of him: "Why don't we go to Aston City now, Duke Borot will be pleasantly surprised by your unexpected arrival."

"Okay." The other party still responds with a smiling 'groan' and 'groan' face.

Due to the lack of horses on Hope Island, Benedict greeted the butler of Thrushcross Cottage and walked to Aston City with the 'elf' druid, a little rations.

The cardinal kept trying to find the flaws in the other party on the road, but there was no good breakthrough, and he was going to use a magic to detect evil, but he couldn't spare time.

Benedict's mind kept flashing back to the time when he encountered the shapeshifter in the eternal city of Aprilia.

It stands to reason that the shapeshifter can't control other people's minds, it can only imitate other people's appearances, and then steal the victim's memories.

This is an unacceptable result, because if Melanie hadn't used the power of nature, he and Albert and the others would have been a pile of dry bones.

As the saying goes, the first strike is the best.Benedict had an idea again.He struck decisively.With a rare magic.。 Banishment is not very famous in history, because the casters of Bodi rarely like to use the trick of summoning creatures.

And as the biggest nemesis of summoning magic... Banishment.It's easy to use.With a slight movement of your finger, your summons will instantly disappear.

In this way, the summoning technique is even more lost, and even the exile of the opponent with it is gradually forgotten.

Benedict's move was the result of years of research and refinement, and shapeshifters and other evil creatures like this are affected by it when encountered.

Before she could understand what was going on, the fake Melanie squeaked and peeled off her skin and turned into a disgusting, wrinkled, slimy monster.

The guy was annoyed and slammed his fist at the old man's face.

Shapeshifters are still parasitic monsters after all..It's not a special means of its own.Once it's spotted.,It's often all that's left to parry.。

Even an old man like Ben who hasn't fully recovered his physical strength can easily capture it with a little magic or a little bit of fist and kick effort.

After the situation was settled, Ben asked the shapeshifters who were tied to the stone stakes on the side of the road by magic ropes and forbidden magic, "Why did you come to Hope Island by posing as Melanie, and what is your special purpose?"

The monster babbled in a hoarse voice and replied, "You ants are nothing to mention in the presence of the Shadow King, who will return to the surface and devour all the seeds of light."

"The Shadow Lord is something, isn't it your master's Mind Flayer?"

The shapeshifter looked disdainful and said, "The Mind Flayer is nothing more than a pawn of the Shadow King, and they are completely unentitled to ultimate glory."

"Where is Melanie?"

"It's all in the hands of Crimson Rose."

"What." Benedict was startled, and the name popped up again without warning.

"How can you mortals know the greatness of our lord, without the existence of the Crimson Rose, the Bodi Continent will be destroyed like the Oriental Orlingt Empire, you are all afraid of the Mind Flayer, but you don't know that it is the Shadow King who has firmly shackled it, and the Crimson Rose is the actual executor of the Shadow King's will."

"What kind of logical 'chaos' and 'chaos' theory is this?" Benedict retorted without hesitation.

'Want' to know what will happen next, and listen to the next breakdown.