Time passed in anxious waiting. The sky changed quickly, and suddenly it became dark. Elena sat on a stone counting arrows, Ise rested next to her, Simpson fed Vane with a jug, and Brad still looked like he didn't care about himself. Vane still hadn't woken up, but his complexion seemed to have recovered a lot, and his breath seemed relatively stable.

"We must go back now, the gates will be closed before dark. If you don't have time to enter the city, you can only sleep under the city walls. Elena said, a faint cloud of melancholy creeping up her delicate countenance.

"No one is allowed to go!" Felder stood up and slammed his sword into the ground, its scabbard sinking into the ground for three minutes. "I've seen fresh blood in Vane's satchel, it should be the blood of a dead rat, someone put the head of a rat in Vane's bag, so the viper crawled over the smell of blood. ”

"What?!" The viper doesn't climb into Vane's backpack for no reason, with a rat's head in its mouth, and with the blood in the bag, it's certain that this isn't an accident. Thinking that such a vicious thing is happening all around them, the murderer is among them. Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, shock, anger and even fear, permeating their hearts.

"Don't look at it, the murderer is Brad!" Felder said in a low voice.

"I—my rightful Harris heir, would do such a thing?" replied Brad without any confusion. "Besides, do you have any proof, how do you prove that I put that rat head?"

"I really don't have any proof that you put it. But you're the most suspicious of all of them here. Felder stared at Brad, his eyes cold, "Last night at the raven and the golden vines, I think you know best why Simpson provoked Vane, right? You used Simpson's feelings for Elena to tell him that the evil magician Vane intended to do evil to Elena, so that Simpson couldn't control it, right? You don't have to admit it, Simpson has already told me." ”

Brad looked at Simpson viciously, who just bowed his head and said nothing.

"Okay, let's move on to today's thing. I didn't see you put the rat's head in Vane's backpack, but after Elena shot the rat, you disappeared for two minutes under the pretext of going to the toilet, so I guess you should have dealt with the rat. Felder spoke in a calm voice.

"Felder, you have no evidence, don't blame me for this because you have a conflict with me!" Bred became a little agitated.

"I really don't have proof, otherwise I would have cut off your disgusting head with a sword. Brad saw the murderous look in Felder's eyes and didn't dare to reply.

It was already dark, and in an unusually oppressive atmosphere, Elena, as the head of the regiment, decided to return the same way, and she really couldn't enter the city and could only sleep under the city walls. Felder walked in the front, followed by Simpson with Vane on his back, and Elena, Ace and Braid walked last. The two girls quickened their pace and distanced themselves from Brad.

The sky was cloudy, and the moon turned into a hazy shadow. The crowd walked in the dark, and it was extremely difficult.

"We seem to ...... Lost. In the darkness, Elena's voice rang out. "We haven't seen that creek in a long time. ”

As he spoke, raindrops began to fall, and they grew at a perceptible rate.

"It's raining, so hurry up and find a place to shelter from the rain, or it will get worse. Felder said as he walked. As if the Creator had heard him, the shadow of a house appeared not far ahead, faintly visible in the faint light of the moon.

"Look, there's a house over there!" everyone was very excited, and hurried over.

It is a two-story wooden house, built alone on an open lot, in disrepair, with some broken doors and windows. There was no light in the house, so there was probably no one, Felder thought as he reached up the wooden steps in front of the door and pushed the door.

The "crunch...... door was pushed open, and it was pitch black inside, like an entrance to hell. Felder looked back at Elena, who nodded, and Felder stepped in.

Through a walkway about seven or eight paces away, you enter the main hall on the first floor. After everyone adjusted to the darkness, they could vaguely tell that the place they were standing on should be the living room, with a fireplace in front of the right. Felder went over to check and saw that there was still a lot of unburned charcoal inside.

"Eth, can you use magic to set the fireplace on fire?" Felder asked.

"I'm majoring in natural magic...... Fire magic belongs to the light ......," Ace replied, a little embarrassed.

"I'll do it......"

"Vane, are you awake, how are you feeling?" asked the crowd in a rambling voice. Simpson put Vane down and helped him.

"It's all right, I'm afraid I'd have died without Ace's magic. Thank you, Eth. Vane whispered. Ace smiled at him.

Vane took the sapphire staff and began to cast the fireball spell with a somewhat stiff movement. After a brief chant of the incantation, the firelight instantly illuminated the room, and a wave of heat rushed into the face. As the fireball whistled into the fireplace, everything returned to calm, the fire lit up, and the figures of several people swayed on the walls of the room.

This is a typical two-storey chalet in the north of Beseca. To the left of the doorway is a staircase leading to the second floor, below which is a storage room, opposite which is a study with a door facing the fireplace. Behind the wall on the right side of the walkway is the kitchen and dining room. On the left wall of the fireplace is a large painting, facing the doorway, of a middle-aged man who looks like an aristocratic man, with his hands crossed on a sword standing on the ground.

After a brief cleaning of the living room, the group sat around the sofa in front of the fireplace to rest. The rain outside was getting louder and louder, and the creaking old couch and warm fire seemed so cozy. Felder's eyelids grew heavier......

In a daze, Felder seemed to hear the sound of the recorder, the song of ice that his mother loved to play. He slowly opened his eyes and found that he was still leaning on the sofa, smiling and shaking his head, he was really sleepy, how could it be, his mother died when he was eight years old. He was about to ask Vane if he had heard it too, when he suddenly noticed that his companions around him were gone, strange, did Vane Elena go upstairs?

The recorder sounded again, this time Felder heard it clearly, the sound came from upstairs, maybe someone was playing the recorder, Vane knew about the song of ice, but when would he play the recorder? Felder was full of doubts, he passed the doorway and walked slowly to the second floor, holding on to the handrail of the stairs.

The door of the room on the left hand side of the corridor on the second floor is closed, and the right hand side is a corridor of more than ten meters, and you can see the fire of the fireplace downstairs. The door to the room at the end of the hallway was open, and there seemed to be a faint light in it, and it was from there that the sound came from. Felder passed through two doors in the middle of the hallway to the room at the end.

A square table was placed on the wall in the middle of the room, and a candle shone brightly on it. A young woman sat at a table with her back to the doorway, her arms slightly raised, as if playing a recorder.

"Mommy......" the corners of Felder's eyes moistened.