After reading all the words on the rock wall again, Friedlier took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and rested his head on the rock wall.

"What do you read, tell me." Seeing his reaction, Oeve said to him.

After hearing Oive's words, Friedlier turned and leaned against the rock wall, but remained silent.

Everything on the rock wall, in fact, Friedlier has a general understanding through the last sentence just now, and then draws inferences from one another. The phrases he couldn't understand, he could almost guess, were ancient names for rare items.

He knew that the lines of ancient Pheton characters inscribed here were all alchemical formulas, just like the last line. And the two people who walked out of here before, and the puddle of black mud they left on the ground, Friedlier also understood, they were alchemists disguised as farmers. As for O'Eve, Nezgoda, and Brullis and Abhici who saved him, Friedrier also understood that they were all alchemists. It's just that Friedlier doesn't understand why these alchemists use his Frosttrail Island Ouroboros family crest as their organizational logo.

Friedreel tilted his cheek slightly, and he glanced at Oive. Oive's hand was still on the hilt of her sword, and she was waiting for Friedley's response.

"All your attempts have been in vain." Friedlier said in the Pheton language, "You don't have the Philosopher's Stone. ”

O'Eve, a little surprised that Friedreel suddenly replied in Fetatum, and she said with some uneasiness, "Friedrear, please speak to me in the language you have learned here. ”

"Father, he, gave me his night of smelting with the Philosopher's Stone as a medium. I think he must have cared for me," said Friedlier, with some melancholy, "for all these years, and only now have I realized his love for me." Before, I always thought he didn't care about me. ”

"Tell me, Friedrear, what the hell is written on the rock wall." Oeve said to him with some urgency, "Don't say anything I don't understand. ”

"Stones." Friedreel spoke slowly in her language.

"Stones? Stones written on it? ”

Friedlier saw the surprise and delight on Oive's face, and he nodded at her.

"You mean it's the Philosopher's Stone?" O'Eve, surprised, asked, "Tell me, is there any mention of being able to find it?" ”

Friedreer shook his head, "No. ”

"Don't lie to me, Friedrear." Oiff immediately said, "You tell me the truth about the records on the rock wall, and I will tell you the same things that you have been trying to find out all these days while living here." ”

"What?"

"Everything you want to know." "We exchange for the same price. ”

Friedlear was silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "No. ”

"Are you going to refuse to tell me what's on the rock wall?" Oeve asked in surprise.

"Yes." Friedlier said firmly.

As soon as Friedreel spoke, he had a premonition that Oeve would react next. He watched her warily, especially at her hand pressing the hilt of his sword. Friedlear thought that if she was going to draw her sword to kill herself, then the moment she drew it, she might as well snatch it down first, and then find a way to escape after killing her.

Oiff did react to Friedley's refusal. As he expected, she drew her sword.

She drew her sword so quickly that Friedrear was a little caught off guard. The moment he saw her wrist turn, the thin sword in her hand had already reached his neck after drawing an arc. And he didn't even have time to make any movements, even the blink of an eye.

"Tell me." Oiv continued to ask, holding the sword pointed at Friedlier's neck, "Tell me what's on the rock wall." You must have read them all, right? The information above must be about the Philosopher's Stone, right? ”

Friedlier was amazed by Oive's swiftness, but even so, he didn't answer her question. Friedrell looked down at the rapier under his neck, and he saw that the blade was not very close to his neck.

After taking a closer look at the emerald green rapier, Friedlier found that Oive's swiftness was largely due to the sword in her hand, not her swordsmanship. The blade of this sword is extremely light, like a thin hairband. When Oiff drew her sword, she didn't even need to pull it out of its scabbard to flip her wrist, which bent the blade and then ejected from the scabbard in an arc, pointing it at the enemy.

"Speak, Friedrear." Oiv said to Friedrie, "Or I'll kill you." ”

"Kill, me?" Friedlier's gaze swept over the sword in Oive's hand, then rested on hers.

Oeve pressed her sword a little closer to Friedrie's neck, then said, "Translate it to me." ”

Instead of looking at the blade close to his neck, Friedlier stared into Oive's eyes and stepped forward for a short distance.

In the face of Friedrie's sudden advance, Oeve retracted his sword in a bit of a panic.

Seeing Oeve retract his sword backwards, Friedlier smiled and asked, "What do you want to do with that?" ”

"Translate to me what is on the rock wall, and I may tell you." Oeve said nervously holding the sword.

Friedreel craned his neck forward, then looked at Oeve and smiled.

"Don't test me again, this sword is called the poison of thorns." "It only takes a small puncture on your skin to kill you," said O'Eve. ”

"Take it away, your sword." "Then, I said. ”

"Nope." Oeve immediately said, "I'm not that stupid, you have to tell me now." ”

"You, really, kill me?" Friedlier looked into her eyes and whispered.

Oeve was silent.

"You, no, kill me." Friedreel said, "Take it away, please." ”

"Friedlier, I'm not going to move my sword away. These words are so important to me and to our entire organization. "We've waited too long for someone to read them." I hope you can tell me soon. ”

Friedlier smiled lightly and didn't speak.

"Tell me. In that case, I promise it won't hurt you. O'Eve continued.

Friedreel shook his head anyway.

"Do you want anything?" Oeve asked Friedley, "You can make a qualification, and if you are willing to translate the contents of the rock wall to me, I will do my best to meet your conditions." ”

Friedlear immediately smiled, and then he slowly raised his hand.

Oeve noticed his movements, "Stop. What do you want? She shouted to Friedley.

Friedlier ignored it, and he continued to slowly raise his hand. Then he raised his hand and gently placed it on Oive's hand holding the hilt of the sword.

Oeve tried to dodge, but she pointed her sword at Friedlier's neck. After a moment's hesitation, Friedley's hand was grasped. But Oeve immediately felt that Friedrie's hand was not forceful, he only held his hand gently, and he did not seem to want to take the sword from her hand.

"You, what are you doing?" O'Eve, for a moment, was at a loss. She shook the blade slightly, then said, "Get out of the way, or I'll kill you now." ”

"You, no, kill me." Friedlier said, "You need me. ”

"If you're willing to tell me what's on the rock wall." Oeve said as she stared at him.

"Okay, I said." "But no, here, here." ”

"What do you mean—" Oeve guessed Friedley's meaning, and then asked him, "you said you would tell me, but not here, did you?" ”

Friedreel nodded.

"Where do you have to say?" Oeve asked.

Friedlier stretched out his other hand, and with a finger, pointed to the ceiling overhead. Oive's gaze followed Friedrie's finger upward, but the moment she took her eyes off Friedreel, she immediately regretted it, she sensed Friedrear's intentions, but it was too late. The hand that Friedlier had been holding lightly on the back of O'Eve's hand suddenly exerted force, and O'Eve's wrist only felt a sudden pain from the flip of her wrist, and then she took off her thin sword. But Oeve was not subdued by Friedreel, she quickly grabbed Friedlier's arm with her other hand, and soon the two of them fought with each other, pinning each other together.

Friedlier had the upper hand, and he twisted his body and slammed Oeve against the rock wall. Before Oeve could break free, he quickly raised his elbow and placed his arm under Oive's neck to restrain her.

Oiff tried to break free, but Friedreer wouldn't give her a chance. In order to prevent Oiff from raising his leg to attack him, Friedlier clung to her tightly, not giving her room to raise her leg.

The two of them resisted each other vigorously.

"Friedrear, let me go." Oeve said as she looked at him angrily.

Looking at each other closely, Friedlier felt Oiff's breathing, which had become a little rapid from the exertion, and her breath was on his face, making him feel a tingle. He leaned close to her face, and at great close, he looked closely at the bridge of Ove's nose, her delicate straight eyebrows, her delicate and shiny face, and her eyes with a hint of nervousness and fright.

"Let go of me." Oeve continued.

The breath she spoke made Friedlier a little intoxicated, and he raised the corners of his mouth slightly, then shook his head slightly, "No. Friedlier whispered.

"What do you want to do?" "You know, I drew my sword just now, but I didn't really want to kill you. ”

Friedlier smiled slightly, then nodded, "I know." ”

"Let go." Oeve looked at the young man in front of her, who was about her own age, and she suddenly sensed a different kind of affection in his eyes.

Seeing that Friedlier was just smiling at herself, Oeve suddenly realized something, and her heart suddenly chuckled, and hot blood immediately surged up her cheeks, and her face quickly turned crimson.

Friedlier saw Oive's blushing face and slowly pressed his face against her. Before Eve could react, Friedlier stepped forward and kissed her on the cheek.

Oeve resisted at first, but as Friedlier kissed, she breathed heavily, and then gradually let go of her heart. Two lonely young men and women burned fiercely in the quiet cave like dry firewood.

As the passion burned, Friedlier was surprised to see that on Oive's smooth and white arm, he was wearing a beautiful silver Ouroboros armband. The shape of the Ouroboros on the armband is different from any other Ouroboros in the camp, it is more slender and lighter, and it is more agile. Looking at the mysterious material texture of the armband, Friedlier thought that perhaps the person who made the armband had a different understanding of the Ouroboros mark.

Friedlier withdrew his gaze after two glances at the armband, and he did not ask Oiff about her armband. First, he didn't want to waste a good time, and second, he knew that there were so many secrets hidden in this camp that he needed to figure out step by step.

Fire and water blend, time passes.

As Friedreel and Owe walked out of the cave one after the other, they returned to the open space in the camp through the log door. Nezgoda noticed something strange in their expressions.

"Miss O'Eve, can Friedrie decipher the words?" Nezgoda stepped forward and asked. Behind him, a group of people from the camp also walked over, expecting her answer.

Oeve looked around at the people around her, nodded and said, "He can roughly read." ”

"Great!" Nezgoda and the others instantly rejoiced at Oive's words.

"What do the words on the rock wall mean? Is there any mention of the Philosopher's Stone? Nezgoda asked her excitedly.

"I mentioned it." Oeve nodded.

The people were excited again by O'Eve's answer.

"What the hell is written on the rock wall?" Someone in the crowd asked.

"He can read the rocky wall, though." Oiff glanced at Friedlier and said, "But not all of them can be read, and some of the complex words on the rock wall still need to be thought about and studied." But I think he'll tell us soon. ”

When the people in the camp slowly dispersed, the blond-haired Brullis smiled and patted Friedlier and said, "When I saw you draw the Ouroboros mark in the arena, I told Abhiqi that you must not be an ordinary person, and if you save you, you will definitely bring us unexpected surprises." I didn't expect you to be able to read the words of the miracle. ”

Friedlier smiled at him and said, "Thank you. ”

"Say thank you no more, Friedlier, you've said it to me and Abhigi several times since you learned to say thank you." Bruulis said with a smile.

"Abhiti, where?" Seeing that Abhikius was not nearby, Friedlier asked Brulis.

"Remember the yellow tear gas we unleashed during the Arena Riot?" Bloris gestured to Friedlier.

Friedreel nodded.

"He went with a cigarette pack to join another Garland uprising against the rule of the Athors." Bloris said.

"Athore?" Friedlier asked.

"Well, yes, an operation against the Athorians." "You must hate the Athorians, right?" said Brulis. ”

Friedlier nodded, then asked, "Abhiti, where are you?" Where are you from? ”

Bloris hesitated for a moment before replying to Friedlier, "Abhitius is a Janor, I am a Garan, and we are not the same as Miss Oiff, who is a Randy. ”

Friedlier looked at O'Eve, and he saw that there was a hint of warmth in her eyes when she looked at him. He smiled and turned to Brulis, "Garland, are you?" I saw that the Garland people were very friendly with the Azor people. You, hate, Azore? ”

Bruulis thought for a moment and said to Friedley, "I'm from Garland. The Azars occupied the territory east of the Garan River in our Garland long ago, and at first they were particularly friendly to the Garan people in this area. At that time, the Garans even thought that it was the Azorians who drove the tyrant away. But in the last few years, the Azor people have suddenly begun to forbid us Garans to worship our gods. They destroyed and reformed all the churches, and crucified the monks who did not want to leave the churches, as well as the missionaries who persisted in their faith. The demonic deeds of the Azars have aroused the anger of our Garans, and now more and more Garans are rebelling against the rule of the Azars. ”

Because Bruulis spoke a little fast, Friedlier didn't understand all of his words, but he nodded as if he didn't understand, and then asked Brulis, "Randy, Garland is an ally." Why not, fight Yasol together, I don't understand. ”

Bloris glanced at Oeve and said, "Garland and Randy were allies before, we have similar cultures, and we both believe in the same god. But in the past ten years, because of the different interpretations of the doctrine by the Holy Sees, and other problems, the relationship between our two countries has become much worse than it used to be. Not only that, since the death of our old king Garland, the new king who succeeded him was deaf and incompetent, he not only hid in the Emerald City all day long, but also wrote letters insulting Randy's pope, his behavior further intensified the contradictions between the two countries, which also made Randy choose to stand by when Azor invaded Garan.

Friedrier nodded, then said, "Where are you, King Garland?" ”

"Where is our king, you ask?" Bruulis was stunned for a moment, he thought for a moment and then shook his head and said, "I don't know. Although the Athorians have captured the Emerald City, they have not captured our king. I think the king must have fled somewhere. ”

Friedlear remembered the time when he had made King Garland into a Blood Eagle, and nodded to Brullis.

"Friedlier, I know you have a lot of questions, but not at this time. We will answer your questions one by one in the future. "Before you can do that, you need to continue to learn Lante." ”

Friedlier glanced at Oive, then smiled.

"Nezgoda, from now on, I will be responsible for teaching Friedlier Lanty." Oiv said abruptly to Nezgoda.

"Miss, are you..?"

"I want to get the first information he translated."

"Oh, if that's the case. Listen as you are told, Miss O'Eve. ”