Scarborough Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Forbidden Chamber

After he escaped from the Black Mage, the Kraken restored and transformed it to make it even more confined.

Now there's a second guest, Wells the Dragonborn, who, unlike Kaufman, walks in on his own.

The intricate incantations emitted a faint blue light, and Wells's eyes were sometimes red, sometimes pitch black.

After the First Battle of Narok Island, the Soul Stealing Scroll absorbed tens of thousands of souls, so that Kaufman's back hand did not break out, and at the same time, his strength was also improved to a point where he could not figure it out.

From escaping from the Nalok Islands that day, even Butterfly couldn't stop him, to now returning to the Academy of Magic and taking the initiative to enter the forbidden magic room, Wells has been in a very tormented state.

Not only had those souls been sucked into the Soul Stealing Scroll, but they seemed to exist in his mind as well, and the whispers and roars of the dead were echoing in his ears at all times, keeping him on the verge of losing control.

The air writhed, and Kraken stepped out of the wall with his plate.

"Let's have a bite to eat. ”

"Dean'......"

Wells tried to take the Soul Stealer down and give it to the Kraken, but the Soul Stealer stuck to him.

Watching Wells struggle, Kraken's palm lit up with a green light and slapped him on the shoulder.

"Wells, fate is irresistible to man, and sometimes it's better to try to accept it. ”

"But the dean...... "Wells gritted his teeth, trying to stay awake, "this thing is not satisfied, it ...... It seemed to be alive, and I heard its voice, right in my ears, and it had more and more souls......"

Wells' eyes were chaotic, and the boiling magic caused Kraken to let go of the hand on his shoulder.

Seeing that Wells was about to lose control again, Kraken sighed helplessly, took out a long knife from behind his back, raised his hand and threw it, and the long knife was suspended above Wells's head.

The madness in his eyes gradually faded, he gasped for breath, raised his eyes to look at the top of his head, but felt a sharp breath rushing towards his face, and his whole body trembled.

"Seven...... Seven Feet ......"

A familiar figure came to mind, a witcher with his fingers wrapped around a silver coin, galloping down the path through the woods, the moonlight spilling down his shoulders with a hint of mist.

"Dean, this knife?"

Kraken shook his head: "It has been hanging in the office, and it should also be a relic of the previous dean." ”

"The First Dean ......"

Looking at Wells, who was stunned, Kraken sighed again, turned around and left the forbidden demon chamber, and before leaving, he said to Wells:

"Wells, no matter what happens, the most important thing is that you can discern your soul. ”

......

In the forests of the Western Continent, blood stained the vines red, and sharp ground thorns pulled out of the body of a man in leather armor and slowly retracted into the ground.

One of the knights drew his sword, kicked the enemy in front of him away, and turned to look at the elf beside him.

A green light shot out from the elf's palm, and the last enemy standing with his head in his hands, his whole body was shrouded in life magic, sharp bone spurs pierced the skin, and the whole person turned into a hedgehog and lost his life.

"Thank you. The leader nodded to the knight in thanks.

"No, it's our fault, the opening of the shipping route has brought more and more malevolent humans here, but rest assured, our King will not let them go. ”

The elf nodded and smiled sincerely, "Elder Anita said that contact between the two races will inevitably be hindered, but we can't put the fault on everyone's head. ”

"Elder Ainitta must have been a wise man. ”

After the Great War on Nalok Island, humans lost no trace of Kaufman, and Butterfly also patrolled the boundless sea, but found nothing.

The culprit who brought the dark magic to this world seems to have disappeared without a trace, but the dark magic still rages on the lands of the north and the south.

The Solan Empire's fleet began to explore the Furious Seas after resting, and finally opened a safe route in the autumn of the following year, and the humans officially began to communicate with the elves.

Human food, culture, and different technical knowledge were spread to the Western Continent by the caravans, in exchange for a variety of rare plants and medicinal herb seeds, as well as other Western Continent specialties.

The Solan Empire relied on its geographical advantages to vigorously develop exchanges with the elves, and at the same time attracted most of the evil eyes.

In addition to the specialty, the beautiful young elves have also become the coveted 'object' of some rich and noble, who spend a lot of gold to organize fleets and reach the Western Continent in the name of caravans, but secretly do human trafficking.

An elf girl can even be sold for 300,000 gold coins on the black market of the Solan Empire, which is still priceless.

This kind of sky-high business naturally makes those big businessmen or outlaws willing to take risks.

Although the Solan Empire is also actively cracking down on this kind of business, it has little effect, the rules are set by people, and the loopholes are also drilled by people.

Just like Ferrante abolished the aristocracy, but the big businessmen who control many industries still have a high right to speak, and the original private soldiers have also become paid subordinates in disguise.

In the Sears Palace, Ferrante waved back from a minister waiting for a reply, and he was the only one left in the hall.

Ferrante, who was dressed in regular clothes, pinched his eyebrows, as his brother told him back then, governing a country is not an easy matter.

Now that most of the country's government affairs are being handled by Sophia, Ferrante, who is proficient in warfare, is more like a cultivated veteran.

He rose from his throne, and his half-life armor hung on a shelf beside him, and the ruby sword stood there.

Ferrante stood quietly in front of the mottled armor, his vicissitudes of life flowing in his eyes.

There are the angry draw of the sword at the Sears burning ground, the desperate fight in the Gelder Grand Canyon, the horse's hooves stepping in the blood pit, the twelve knights guarding beside him, and the drops of sweat left on the training ground to enhance their strength.

There is also the sentence "Lao Tzu likes you" that he shouted to Sophia back then, and there is the leather armor that has been hidden by Sophia, and a blood-colored tulip is painted on it.

There was the wedding that Alena personally officiated for them, and the three of them got together to eat the hot mushroom pot, and the slices of cooked meat were always taken away by Alena, and the boiled greens and salmon from the Larpo Sea always fell into Sophia's bowl.

His nose seemed to smell rosemary, and the picture froze, and Ferrante looked up at the armor, as if he saw the fifteen-year-old boy with blonde hair, who had just walked out of Tria, wielding a long sword in his hand, and galloping on a mountain path.

Footsteps came from outside the hall, and he turned his head to look at Sophia, who looked worried.

"Ferrante ......"

"I'm okay Sophia, where's that stinky boy?"

"Still on the training ground, didn't you say that if you don't practice swinging your sword well, you won't let him eat?"

Ferrante smiled, "But I saw you go and bring him food at noon." ”

"Ferrante ......"

Ferrante waved his hand: "We are all old, there will always be a day when we die, and Creel will definitely be able to enter the kingdom of God." ”

Sophia breathed a sigh of relief, Creel was already the fifth Knight of the Round Table who had passed away, and they were brave and fearless back then, but they couldn't escape the pursuit of the years after all.

"Sophia?"

"Huh?"

"Shall we have hot pot tonight?"

"I'll prepare!" the queen, who always had a serious face, looked inexplicably and turned to leave the hall.

After Sophia left, Ferrante stood silent for a moment, then came to the back of the main hall, twisted a mechanism on the wall, and walked into the secret passage.

In the underground secret room, more than a dozen elven girls were chained in cages, dying.

Even with the physique of elves, they can fall to the point of yellow and thin muscles, which shows what kind of treatment they have suffered.

A group of robed magicians and magicians were gathering in twos and threes, constantly studying something, and the complex spells were engraved around the secret room to prevent breath fluctuations from leaking out.

The stone door opened, and Ferrante walked in with a calm face.

"Your Majesty. ”

"His Majesty the Pope. ”

The crowd saluted.

"How's it going?"

"Your Majesty, it's still ...... It's still ......," said one of the magicians.

"We haven't found the point where magic and magic meet......"

Ferrante looked at the group of elven girls with unusual beauty and glanced at him: "I remember that Brandi used to combine shamanic spells and magic. ”

"Your Majesty, shamanic spells and divine spells are slightly different. ”

"What's the difference?"

"Faith ......," continued one of the magicians, "rituals are supplemented by magic, divine arts, and the souls of elves, though important, ...... But we also need some people who are devout in their faith...... Soul. ”

"Compare to the gods?" Ferrante said playfully.

The magicians and magicians in the secret room lowered their heads one after another, not daring to reply.

"You study and study ...... again"

Ferrante turned and left, he was going to make the sauce himself, and prepare for a hot pot meal with Sophia and her son in the evening.

......

Tria, Church of Light

Alena put the slices of meat in the pot into a bowl, dipped it in the sauce, and chewed it carefully.

It's still the same recipe, but you can't taste it anymore.

The moonlight outside the window shone on the ground, and Alena laid down another handful of greens and muttered to herself.

"Ferrante, enough is enough, if you continue like this, you are not far from a madman......"