In the woods outside the city, Ferrante panted and dismounted, and the horse's eyes were long gone, black and covered with a film of blue water, and the same wax oozing from fish oil.

In the next moment, the sturdy horse fell to the ground with a bang, turning into a puddle of rotting flesh.

Ferrante swallowed, straightened up with his sword, and ran toward the city.

With smiles on their faces, the people on the side of the road respectfully signaled to Ferran, if it weren't for him, maybe how many people would starve to death.

"Sir Ferrante, why hasn't my father returned?"

A little kid asked innocently, still holding the puppet that Ferrante had given him personally.

"Whew...... You...... Your father will come back in a few days, and now he will come home to your mother...... By the way, shall we play a game?"

"Good~"

"Okay, then you go home and tell your mother, no matter who comes to ask you, just say you don't know me, I will also tell others that I don't know you, whoever can't hide the secret first will lose, okay?"

"Yes! Captain Ferrante!"

The child's childish voice dissipated, and he walked briskly out of the street, Ferrante gritting his teeth and feeling like a steam engine in his chest.

"Damn it!"

Panic and calmness ensured him at the same time, and Ferrante ran back to the gathering point.

Soon, a carriage drove away from the courtyard and arrived at the door of the Poseidon Church.

"Ferrante, didn't you go out to buy food?"

Sophia was just about to go out when she saw Ferrante gasping and jumping out of the carriage, and without saying a word, pulled her into a corner.

"You...... What's wrong with you?"

"Sophia, is there a ship to go to sea?"

"Yes...... The supply ship at the headquarters has just finished moving the goods and will set off for the first time. ”

"Take me there. ”

"You're going to sea?"

“...... Yes, I'd like to go to other cities, it's faster to take the water. ”

The naïve and innocent Sophia didn't notice anything unusual about Ferrante, returned to the church to make arrangements, and rushed to the port with Ferrante.

At this time, a three-masted ship was anchoring in the harbor, and Sophia communicated with her sacrificial status, and thanks to her identity as the son of the Duke of Ferrante, she agreed to let him take the carriage on board.

Sophia...... Thank you. ”

"Huh?"

"Thank you, it's been a great time. ”

"What are you talking about?"

Sophia squinted as the ship left the harbor, Ferrante's lips moved, but the sound was drowned out by the waves.

The ship of the Church of Poseidon is large and advanced, and unlike ordinary ships, this ship is made of a combination of wood and metal, and is equipped with artillery, so that there is no opponent in the sea.

The ship was well equipped and even had a special stable, but Ferrante knew that he couldn't really sit all the way to the end, and had to disembark halfway.

When it was over, his worst fears came true, and he lay in the cabin silently thinking that his father would definitely be implicated, depending on how magnanimous His Majesty was.

Can...... When I first acted, I actually thought of this result a long time ago, but I deliberately ignored it.

"Luck Psychology ......"

Ferrante shook his head with a wry smile and got up and walked out of the cabin, where he was going to find a chart to decide where to disembark.

Yes, he hasn't given up yet, as long as he lives, he has to do something, and at worst, he has to live to see what the other world is like.

A day later

Following the trail, the Archbishop of the God of War led the Knights to the woods outside the city, and saw the corpse of Ferrante's mount, which convinced the Archbishop that it was a cultist.

The knights walked into the city, and the fat young man who received the news came out to greet him in person, the Church of the God of War has a high reputation in the Duchy of Solan, and its pope is even more on the same level as the king.

"Archbishop. ”

"Hmm. ”

The archbishop still sat on his horse, and did not give the son of the marquis any face.

"I heard that Duke Roy's son is also here?"

"Yes, he's been in a lot of trouble lately. ”

At this moment, an old woman passing by the street heard the movement and opened her mouth kindly: "Do you mean Mr. Ferrante? I saw him hurrying towards the Poseidon Church yesterday." ”

The archbishop's eyes widened, ignoring the fat young man's greeting, and led the people straight to the Poseidon Church.

Another day passed.

In the room, the archbishop quietly listened to the report of his subordinates, and silently wiped his heavy sword.

"So, the portrait I gave you, everyone in the city recognized him as Ferrante?"

"Yes, Archbishop. ”

"What about the sacrifice?"

"Sacrifice Sophia shouldn't know about this matter, and she is a member of the Poseidon Church, so it is inconvenient for us to ask forcibly, and the ship is out at sea, and the carrier pigeon can't find his location, so we can't notify the Poseidon Church personnel on the ship. ”

"I see, the letter from the table is sent to Sears as soon as possible, awaiting orders from the Pope and His Majesty the King. ”

......

While Ferrante was condemned as a cultist and murdered the minister of the Duchy, and he himself was still adrift at sea, in the sacred mountains of the Dwarven Kingdom, Evernie walked out with a hammer.

The Dwarven King asked her once again about the Academy of Magic, but Aveney had nothing to say, except for the Magic Seal, everything she could explain was done.

Moreover, the dwarves and orcs breathed, and a while ago, the dean of the Turin Academy of the Holy Mountain personally set off for Hokuriku, intending to discuss countermeasures with the major churches.

But Evnie didn't feel nervous at all, the end didn't seem to matter much to her, a student who could blow up the Turin Academy, no heart and lungs, and living without being tired was her life rule.

From the Holy Mountain, through the town of Creek, heading east, is the seat of the Turin Academy.

As a reward for Evnie, she didn't ask for any precious materials or valuables, she only made one request, that she could experiment in the academy, and that she could consult the materials.

With her criminal record, the academy was naturally unwilling, but the dwarf king personally ordered it, so he had to pinch his nose and agree.

Today, Evernie is the most popular figure in the academy, and all the students know that she is a fierce man, and she has blown up the academy.

Along the way, many students cast either admiration or helpless glances, and Evnie generously walked to her own special experimental area.

To be honest, she regretted that when she came out of the magic academy, she couldn't bring out the thing with the magic sigil engraved on it, and only brought back a hammer engraved with "Lem Oak Shield".

The Oak Shield family knew that a family in the northeast of the Dwarven Kingdom was a good hand at forging, but looking at the hammer in her hand, she always felt a little lost.

Since sending the news back to the Dwarven Kingdom, she has been asked every day what color she was wearing at the Academy of Magic...... I asked for it.

Shaking her head, Evnie whistled easily: "You have to die early and die late, the end will come, and you can't forget it." ”

After a while, the reddish iron was placed on the iron felt, which was the first time she had forged with this hammer, so she was looking forward to what the effect would be, after all, it would always be a little different to put it with the object engraved with the magic mark, right?

When!when!

The casting hammer smashed down, and the impurities of the iron were hammered out little by little, and Evernie stared at the iron, and gradually, the hammer in her hand stopped.

I saw that every time the hammer was struck, the red iron material would be printed with a pattern.

If you look closely, it seems to be a bit like the pattern on the dwarven ancestor relic, which is a strange ...... Diagram of galaxies.