Is this it? With his hands behind his back, he followed the wayman to the place where he had begun.

"Dear Wise Samson, yes, it was here that I felt something follow me as I passed through the rainforest canopy."

The Protector replied with a slight nervousness, he was confronted by Ishtar's ruling class, a member of the Elder Order of Yunthal.

"I hope I don't waste my time, I still have a cadet test to hold in the afternoon, and it's a little late to rush back."

Samson nodded, raised his hands, found the thread of the fifth axiom in his memory, and waved his hands as if he were painting on canvas with a brush.

The roadkeeper did not speak, he hoped that Samson would not find out anything, and that he would be scolded at most, but in exchange for the peace and tranquility of Ishtar would not be broken.

As Samson made a series of movements, the shiny fabric of his body began to agitate, each thread shimmering like a rainbow, and the filaments blended into the air generated in his hands.

The Guardian knew that the garment had been woven by Samson's own magic through Vidalian, an ancient artifact that hung over the empty chamber of the Central Tower, capable of weaving magic into a material entity.

Its location was deliberately designed to be in the geometric center of Ishtar, or even the all-rune-lands, at least according to the Ishtars.

Each of Yunthal's magical garments is different, and Samson's main color is blue, indicating that he has fully comprehended and mastered the combination of qi, water, and both.

The magic continued to surge, and as Samson's hand swirled gracefully, all the water vapor in the nearby forest, connected by invisible silk threads, gathered in front of him at once, as if it had been pulled by a spider that had closed its web.

An air curtain appeared, and countless suspended water vapors formed the outline of the surroundings, and then the scene was revived.

The road guards saw their team emerge from the passage of the Yulin canopy, but at the end of the line, there was another person, and they were completely unaware of it.

And in the end, the man did not leave Ishokun, and went somewhere in the woods.

"It's over, someone is really following up!" The ranger's heart sank to the bottom, and he felt that he had been too derelict in his duties.

"I can't blame you for this, respected ranger, you discovered the threat from the outside world in time, and I'll take care of the rest." Samson waved his hand, the thread tightened and wrapped around his limbs.

The rangers were distracted, completely oblivious to what Samson had said, and he had been worried about whether the peace that Ishtar had maintained for thousands of years would be ruined by their negligence, and whether the demons outside would wreak havoc in their homeland.

Seeing him like this, Samson, who was not old, patted the young ranger: "Don't worry, Yuntar will take care of the matter, and I'll leave for the city of Ishokun." And you go to our gardener now to take care of the canopy to strengthen the defenses, and at the same time ...... Don't tell other rangers about it, as it doesn't cause unnecessary panic. ”

The ranger was not panicked at all, set an example for him, and finally calmed down.

He felt that this was Samson's self-confidence based on strength, and if he had the talent of the other party, maybe he would not be as panicked as he is now.

But he was wrong, Samson's self-confidence stems not from strength, but from his perception of the outside world.

Even if he never stepped out of the rainforest canopy.

After the two separated, Samson returned to the village and asked the students to study the original Third Axiom on their own, then packed their bags and traveled lightly, a week's time from the outpost village on the edge to the main city.

They only rely on foot, and any means of transportation in this dense jungle is greatly hindered and cannot be carried through.

The powerful elemental allows him to fly with air currents, and Samson, who specializes in air and water, can do some of it, but he can't sweep through the forest like a strong wind, and can only glide as lightly as a feather for a distance.

After a week of walking, Samson came to the majestic gate of Ishokon.

It's only been a few minutes since you walked through the magnificent north gate, and the colors and sounds are overwhelming.

The carefree urchin runs up and down the stone path, followed by the caretaker and behind him by the vendors, beauticians, soothsayers, and craftsmen.

The crowd around them saw Mivasim's blue-purple robes, and respectfully moved out of the way, which was the fabric reserved for Yunthal.

Despite the great diversity between the city of Ishoqu and the border villages, the people have one thing in common: absolute respect for Yunthal.

Samson enjoyed the respectful gaze of others, navigated the city unimpeded, and stepped into the heart of Ishokon.

Thousands of arcs are engraved on the ground, and in this intricate geometric line, the language of the elements is hidden.

He met the other members of the Elder Order of Yunthal in the square cloister, their robes representing every color and temperament of the night.

Each is a perfect philosopher, a master in their respective elemental realm.

But he did not stop to talk to any of them, but searched among them, and then came to a woman who was not very tall.

The woman Samson was looking for, dressed in a soot and turquoise robe, which was not the fabric exclusive to Yunthal, but it was more important to highlight her noble status.

This dress represents that she is one of the heirs of the throne, and is the Venerable Highness Yuen Alai.

Moreover, she is not without a bundle of Yunthal, she is extremely talented, and she completed the trial at the age of a teenager and became a member of the elder group.

I don't wear the robes of Yuntal just because I don't have the dignity of this body on my body, and I don't want to wear it.

So, although she is small in stature, no one dares to underestimate her because of this.

The aura is strong and domineering, and no one around dares to stay by her side, because her fierce temperament will make people not know how to show respect, like sitting on pins and needles.

Samson lowered his head and withdrew his gaze, walked to the man's side respectfully, and greeted: "His Royal Highness Yuen Alai, the most noble, are you okay lately?" ”

There was a crisp clash of metal, and Samson saw her ornate bracelet tap against the railing, then turned her gaze from the hall below to him.

The white curls were supple over his shoulders, his eyes were as dazzling as red-hot steel, and his admiring smile was like a sharp claw across Samson's heart.

"It's Elder Samson." The other party smiled, and then revealed a snort full of disdain: "Just call me Chiana, now Yuen Alai can really be anyone." My dignity is not earned by family blood. ”

She glared at Samson for a moment, his cheeks burning with a burning gaze, and he said in his heart that there would be no second time.

"Yes, Your Highness Kiana."

Hearing his response, Kiana smiled confidently.