In the evening.

An elk sleigh ride across the thick snow.

Ingres sat in the seat at the back of the sleigh and looked at the map in his hand. Next to him sat Neet, wielding the reins vigorously to make the elk run faster.

This is Tail Mouse Street, lined with residential houses, with a warm glow from the windows and curling smoke rising from the chimneys twisting and twisting in the snow.

There weren't too many adults on both sides of the street, and most of them were kids dressed like dumplings, giggling and having snowball fights with their companions while they waited for dinner.

When the elk sled came, the bear child was not afraid at all, and even scooped up the snow from the ground and threw it on the car.

Nit was enjoying the joy of the elk-pulling cart, but was inadvertently hit in the face by a snowball, which slipped down, revealing a red round mark on Net's white face.

The bear child who hit him next to him also grinned and pointed to the bridge of his nose and laughed.

If it was other nobles, it was estimated that they were already angry at this time. But Nit is a strange flower among the nobles, who wanders in the sea all the year round, and has experienced a lot, so he is more tolerant.

Nit wasn't angry, just looked at the person next to him with some trepidation. Although Master Pat has always been kind, will this kind of being offended by a child ......

Nit was stunned.

Master Pat wasn't angry, for none of the snowballs hit him. Every snowball that flew over bypassed him "naturally".

Moreover, not only was he not angry, but he also evoked a demonic smile, grabbed the snowballs flying in the air with lightning speed, and hit them back one by one.

The bear child can't hit him, but that doesn't mean he can't hit this group of live targets trapped in the snow.

Even though the sleigh was moving, he still hit it accurately.

Almost every time the elk runs a distance, you can hear a pop behind it, which is the sound of a child being shot and falling.

Just a few hundred meters of Tail Rat Street, Lord Pat is like a snowball god of war, and when he got out of the car, not only did he not have a single snow on his body, but he also smiled very politely at the bear child who was hit by him in the back.

Then spit out a word that made the NEET wind messy: "Yield!"

Amid the cries of the bears and children, Ingres was content to come to a cedar tree, where there was a public well, but because there was no shortage of water for the time being, the well had been sealed by a large stone.

"This is the twenty-sixth well, and I hope it doesn't disappoint me. Angels stood by the well and muttered in a low voice.

Nit also walked over at this time, looking at Lord Pat with a serious face, and thinking about his smile on the bear child before, he couldn't imagine that this was the same person.

However, he now somewhat understood what Vice Captain Helen had said, and Master Pat was indeed very different from other transcendents.

When Nite was shaking his head, Ingres held his forehead with a disappointed face: the spiritual power tentacles probed down, and there was nothing abnormal.

"I'll go down and see, you're waiting for me here. After Ingres finished speaking to the nits, he used his magic hand to remove the large stone from the seal, and then jumped into the well wrapped in a thin film of water.

This is a diving well, and Angel quickly reaches the bottom, and as his mental power detects, there is nothing abnormal.

Angel reluctantly dived, and when he jumped out of the well, he brought a faint mist. This is due to the fact that the temperature of the well water is warmer than that of the outside world, which is a natural phenomenon.

Nit looked at Lord Pat, whose expression was slightly gloomy, knowing that this time he had not found anything.

He didn't know what Mistress Pat was looking for, and he wouldn't ask more. Mistress Pat was willing to say, and he would know. If you don't want to say that you still come forward to ask, it will definitely make the other party suspicious.

"My lord, are we going to the next place?" I looked, and there were still four wells in Widow's Street that had not been explored. ”

Ingres was also thinking about it at this time, and after screening and investigation, there were a total of thirty-three wells in the area he had demarcated that were more than three thousand years old, plus three wells whose year could not be confirmed, a total of thirty-six wells, which was not much, and could be completed in one day if it was fast.

But now he has checked all the wells on the periphery, and the rest of the *** are all locked in Lucas's residential area.

It stands to reason that this *** should be the most likely well where Lucas committed suicide, but when he went out for a walk the night before, these areas were hidden from the transcendent.

If he breaks in now, he might get noticed.

Ingres was hesitant to go over and have a look.

"Speaking of which, there is a well in Widow's Street, at the house of a good friend of mine, who is the son of the head of the Knights of the Western Expedition and is currently a baron-to-be. Nit looked at the map.

When Angels heard this, his eyes lit up.

"Nit, the biggest purpose of my visit to the Lost Song City this time is actually to find talented people. Since that friend of yours is the son of a knight, he may have some talent, so we can just go over and test it. ”

Nit looked confused, is the knight's son highly talented? Is there such a statement?

Although Nite was puzzled, he naturally did not dare to refute, nodded and continued his work as a sleigh driver.

Angel also knew that his reason was far-fetched, and when he closed his eyes to recuperate, he said softly: "Starting tomorrow, you can help me spread the news outside and find a suitable talent." You should know the restrictions, and the place to test your talent is ...... Your home. ”

Nite had a happy expression, and testing it at his house was tantamount to indirectly indicating that the New Ross family had a relationship with a wizard. This is a great opportunity for their family.

Therefore, Nit nodded without hesitation: "Don't worry, my lord, I will do it!"

But after finishing speaking, Nite suddenly remembered something: "My lord, the total population of Lost Music City is more than one million, and there are many people of appropriate age, if it is spread at will, I am afraid that there should not be such a big place in the home, and the workload of adults will also increase." ”

Ingres also knows this, after all, this is a large city with a population of one million.

He was silent for a moment: "You can appropriately limit the spread of news, and at the same time, if you want to test your talent, you can hand in 5 gold coins first." Regardless of whether the test result is gifted or not, 5 gold coins will not be refunded. ”

For the average family, 5 gold coins is equal to all they have.

Gold coins are of little use to Ingres, but they can test one thing: are you ready to give everything and maybe end up paying the price of burning?

The same applies to the Wizard's Path. There is a great possibility of failure if you pay the price, but you will never succeed if you do not pay the price.

The gold coins were just a means for Ingres to limit the number of people, and he was going to carve a psychic shock on the door of the Neet's house.

Only those who have survived the mental shock are eligible to come in and test.

And there are only two situations that can survive the mental shock: people with strong mental power, and people with strong willpower.

This can be used as a second threshold, and with these two thresholds, there should not be too many people who want to come in and test at the end.

After listening to Ingres's account, Nit also breathed a sigh of relief, if it was really not divided into poor and poor, and all the people of the right age were rushing in, it would be too chaotic.

While they were talking, the sleigh had entered Widow's Street.

It was only then that Angel was surprised to find that all the wizard apprentices who had been guarding here had gone, either they had gotten what they wanted and had evacuated, or they had found no clues.

Ingres prefers the second type, which was three thousand years ago, and even if something survived, it should not be discovered now.

Now that they had withdrawn, there was no need for Ingres to go to Neet's friend's house at once, but to follow the original plan, to inspect the wells one by one.

As for whether to explore Lucas's mansion, Ingres gave up after thinking about it.

If there was really anything strange that should have been taken away by the people of the Song of the Deep Sea, why wait for him to pick up the leak?

The first three wells on Widow's Street, Ingres checked them one by one, they were all diving wells, and it was easy to explore to the end, and there was nothing strange about them.

Ingres could only hope in the well of the house of Neet's friend, the knight's son.

But to his regret, the last well did not yield anything, as for Nit's friends, they are also ordinary people and have no talent.

After Ingres left Widow's Street, he continued to look at other industrial areas of Lucas.

These areas were also patrolled by transcendental beings, but now they have also been evacuated. He explored the last six wells very smoothly, and the final result was still nothing.

On the way back to the New Ross mansion, Ingres looked confused.

Could it be that his judgment was wrong, and Lucas didn't actually jump into his own well, but went to someone else's house to jump into the well?

Or ...... Lucas shouldn't have lied even jumping into a well?

In Lucas's logbook, everything else happens with a delay of hundreds or thousands of years, such as "sea of flowers" and "wishing tree...... Could it be that his jumping into the well actually happened a long time later?

Probably impossible, right?

There are two types of records in the logbook. One is something that looks real, such as daily routines and keeping track of what you eat and drink...... There is no need to fake this.

The other is fictional at first glance, such as the sea of tears turning into flowers, island spirits, and glowing wishing trees...... These are also self-explanatory, with some kind of fictional component.

All these fictitious things, Ingres treats him as some kind of slightly unreliable "prophecy".

And the diary he wrote about "jumping into the well" at the end was obviously the first type, which made Ingres keep running around to find it.

But now, he didn't find any clues in all the wells, let alone the bones, and under the all-round exploration of his spiritual power, there was not even a bit of dregs.

Could it be that Lucas lied in his last journal?

Angel couldn't even tell whether Lucas was an honest man, as he claimed, or a liar.