In the dark room, the dust gently rose and fell in the moonlight, and on the silk cushion, a long sword lay quietly and flat. The blade was narrow, bright, spotless, and glowed with a faint silver glow. The abstract pattern is like a flame, extending upwards along the spine of the sword, and finally growing several vines, surrounding a line of graceful fairy text:

'Gatt's Dárkáun，Súésl's Flaé?? m； Luáth's március，Ctam's réshett.'

'Sleep with the dragon, hide with the stars;

Rising with the moon, with the light of fire. ’

Mazak was silently picking up his sword, his calm gaze staring directly at the blade of the sword that emitted cold light in the dark and dreary environment. The thousand-year-old inheritance does not leave the slightest mark on it, as if thanks to the exquisite skills of the elves, or it may be from the blessing of the gods of Ori.

It has an ancient name:

- Fairy Favor, Galapea.

The innkeeper's deep gaze was entangled with many memories of the past, and his ancestors, clansmen, and loved ones all emerged from his thoughts, but in an instant, they were reduced to thousands of fragments, and they dissipated into a huge, black vortex.

He seemed to see the silver sand sea again, flowing quietly under the moonlight that had not changed for a thousand years.

And under the dark eyes, the reflection was the deep dungeon under Idus, which was a deep and dark passage, and finally the darkness gradually faded, and from it emerged the face of his sister, who was not much different from thirty years ago.

In the moonlight, he used a rag to carefully wipe the blade from the bottom up.

The movements are careful and slow, as if they were treating their own lovers, but the dragon slayer has no love, only fate and ancient curses lurk in the shadows - on the desk in front of him, in the bright moonlight, there is a letter. On the silver-white envelope, a line of small characters was written in a dignified manner:

'Mr. Mazak himself—'

And on the inscription below, stamped under an Istanian stamp, is the word 'Ed'.

The seal of the letter was open, and the letterhead inside was pulled out and pressed under the envelope.

Mazak raised his eyelids and read the letter, his eyes lingering on the stamp, how long had he not seen such a stamp? The sea of sand often appeared in his dreams, and recently he began to dream again—dreaming of some childhood friends, some people who had long since died.

And his own sister.

A soft sigh came from inside the room.

It was a long time before Mazak realized that it was his own voice, and looked up at the other side of the hall, where a huge dragon horn had been hanging, but was now empty.

The hall that had been brightly lit was now also deserted, the torches on the stone walls were no longer lit, and only the black iron grooves remained—the chandeliers on the wooden beams, like bare shelves, still hanging there, but there was no bright and moving light of mutton fat candles on them.

There used to be a lot of tables and chairs in the hall, but now they are all stacked one by one, and they are idle in one corner, making the hall look extremely empty.

The only table, Mazak remembered, was where several teenagers were sitting about a year ago, and there was an elf lady, a short Paparal, and he remembered the appearance of one of them very well.

A dragon with a broken horn was lying flat on the table, and on one side of the sword case, there was a notable slash mark on the emblem - on the other side of the emblem, the only remaining ornament on the wall was an ancient painting.

The middle-aged man with short silver-gray hair on the painting seemed to be staring at the hall with serious eyes.

In the other party's hand, he also held an identical sword.

The time had almost come—he seemed to hear the sound of blood flowing slowly in his body, sometimes like a trickle, sometimes like a river rushing, the sound of an endless stretch, sometimes it gave rise to an impulse—as if the voice was stirring up something.

But Mazak knew exactly what it was, and he was able to control his own heart and let it be completely unaffected by it.

That voice might have come in at a time when he was very vulnerable, but it wasn't right now.

In the darkness there was the sound of someone pushing open the door.

Since the closure of the inn, most of the gnomes who had been living and working here have been dismissed - no one has carefully oiled every door shaft of the inn, so at the moment, the door makes a tooth-aching 'creaking' sound that stands out in the empty hall.

But Mazak didn't even raise his head, still focusing on the movements in his hands.

A voice came from the darkness: "In the end, you sold this place to those people?" ”

"I'm trying to find a good home for it," replied Mazak, bowing his head as he wiped his sword, "a trustworthy heir, but unfortunately there is no time to do that." I was optimistic about a young man, but it seems that the other party is not here. ”

He wiped the blade one last time before he raised his head and faced in that direction: "Those people are just decent merchants, and this place may not be called that in the future, but it's okay, let it be an ordinary inn." ”

The middle-aged man standing in the darkness had a very serious face, wearing a black robe with a wide cloak over it. If Fang Plover had been here, he might have recognized this 'stranger' who had had been on an adventure side by side with them in Dorifin.

It's just that after that illusion ended, the two parties never met again.

The middle-aged man took off his cloak and hung it on a row of wooden hooks on one side of the wall: "Is it time?" ”

Mazak nodded.

He carefully placed the sword on his lap, then closed the sword box with one hand, and replied, "Last November was supposed to be the scheduled time for the other party, but the events of Doriphon disrupted the plans of the Worshippers, so there will be a series of follow-ups in Charter City later.

Nicol Bolas has always been wary of us, and I've made several trips to Charter City to no avail, but I've recently received some news that they should be ready. ”

The middle-aged man teased: "I thought we should be ready." ”

"I was ready twenty years ago," Mazak replied blandly, "but it would not have come without complete certainty." ”

"Indeed, she is such a person."

The middle-aged man nodded.

"Remember the last time we were in Rodell?" He asked, "It was only one step away, and if it weren't for that failure, we wouldn't have waited until today." ”

Mazak replied lightly: "But if it weren't for that failure, we might not have succeeded this time." ”

"That's true."

The middle-aged man replied, "She's your sister after all." ”

Mazak shook his head slightly.

The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, and then said, "I've heard recently that many people have gone to the depths of the Traveler's Swamp to find the 'Obelisk' that doesn't exist. Last month and last month, one of each of their adventure groups went missing. ”

He paused for a moment before adding, "There are similar rumors on the side of the Chosen One. I've inquired about it, and it's in Bamedir, which is close to the shadow of the Dragon's Howling Mountains, that it will take at least two months for us to get there. ”

He looked at the hall again, and spoke again, "Are you really going to leave Shayak behind?" ”

"He's old, and the long journey is no longer for him," Mazak nodded, "Shayak has been with me for many years, but he is not an oath keeper, he was born in Rodale, but he spent the longest part of his life here. ”

"I've talked to those guys that he's going to stay here and keep running the inn until the end. Mr. Archon of Elpahim will vouch for this contract, which should last until the end—"

"It's well arranged," the middle-aged man replied noncommittally, his eyes falling on the letterhead on the table: "The letter?" ”

"Letter from Eddard."

At the mention of this name, a hint of surprise appeared on the serious face of the middle-aged man: "I remember them." ”

"In Dorifin?"

The middle-aged man—or rather, Rune-Lincius—nodded.

However, he didn't seem to want to dwell on this topic, and only asked: "So everything is arranged, when are you going to go on the road?" ”

Mazak picked up the sword in his hand, the blade glittering brightly in the moonlight.

He stood up, carefully tucked his sword into the scabbard on one side, then faced Rune, and replied faintly:

"Right now."

……

"Ms. Quisu!"

Fang Yu looked at the person who appeared in front of him with some surprise.

He's been so busy with a lot of things at hand lately that he's almost forgotten about the other party and his team of lumberjacks. On the one hand, the investigation of the slave traders has also reached a deadlock for the time being since the search of their whereabouts.

The evidence at hand was not enough to point to the whereabouts of the other party after leaving Tansnir. He only reported the letter and his own speculation to the Xingmen Port side, but as he thought, because there was no key evidence, the other party only asked him to continue the investigation.

However, Su Changfeng obviously didn't trust the descendants of Flor, and privately told him that although the Xingmen Harbor side couldn't do anything on the surface with insufficient evidence, if he encountered any trouble in this regard, the military could still help as much as it could.

Fang Yu thought for a moment, and asked if the other party could find a way to keep an eye on the movements of the Flor Descendants in the direction of Istania in the recent past, and analyze the contents of the letter—what exactly was the 'Mr. B' mentioned in it.

In this regard, Su Changfeng agreed with his mouth.

After settling the matter, he asked Princess Rupert if he could find a way to put them in touch with his birth mother, or someone in the Princess's former maternal family. This was no small matter, as he guessed, the princess's former maternal family was also a well-known aristocratic family in Istania.

But fortunately, according to Her Royal Highness the Celestial Princess, the other party has also been investigating everything that happened that day all these years, so they used this reason to not have the opportunity to meet each other at all.

But of course, they can't come to the door so recklessly, so the only thing they can do now is wait.

For the sake of these trivial matters, he can be said to have traveled all over Tansnir these days, and even the shipbuilding matter was put aside for a while, so naturally he could not think of anything else.

In fact, earlier this day, he had received word from others that an airship from the north had arrived in Tansnir, and although Tansnir was one of the most prosperous ports in Istania, it was not often the case that ships heading south from Kaorin-Ishurian during this time between May and July, when the westerly winds prevailed.

Because this season is not the busiest time for domestic routes, but the best time to leave the star-swept shores of the West Sea, pass through Hanruina, and head to the Ossyria Floating Continent.

At this time, Kauring's merchant fleet often started from East Is, crossed the world border along the Starwind Island chain, and finally arrived in the Imperial Wafflin region; Istania's fleet, on the other hand, would gather farther south in Bargo to wait for a brief window after the storm at air.

So most of the ships coming from the north at this time had a specific mission in mind—or were for private use.

However, Fang Yu didn't think much about it at the time, and only thought that it might be a special ship of the Kaurin-Ishurian royal family or the Craftsmen's Association. Unexpectedly, Ms. Quesu and her team would be on this boat.

Although a letter came from about a few weeks ago saying that they would be going to Istania at a later date. But he thought that the other party would arrive at least in mid-June, but he didn't expect it to be so soon.

And standing in front of him at this moment was none other than Lady Quesu who had traveled all the way south from Kaurin-Ishurian.

Facing his greeting, Quesu only smiled slightly. But the lady's expression quickly became serious again, and she took a step back, and bowed solemnly.

This sudden courtesy made Fang Yu couldn't help but be taken aback.

And the next moment, the other party raised his head, looked at him and said, "Ed, thank you." ”

Fang Yu's eyes flashed slightly, and he couldn't help but open his mouth:

"Lady Quesu, you don't have to...... Although we met the wanderer in Idus, in the end we were unable to keep the other party, and even if they did, the other party may not really be the murderer of your son......"

But Quesu shook his head slightly: "Mr. Ed, in fact, at the Masonke Creek station, I didn't fully believe what you said. I took the others south, just to fulfill the previous agreement. But you've proven yourself what you say, so I must apologize for my suspicions—"

She paused for a moment and looked at Fang Yuan's gaze a little softly: "I know your concerns, but whether or not that wanderer in Idus is behind all this, but all of this has nothing to do with the Dragon Worship Sect and those people. ”

"So even if I just tell me such an answer, as a mother, I must express my gratitude to you."

Fang Yu couldn't help but be stunned.

"I heard that you were going to build a floating ship of your own, so I hurried south with my men, and we took this ship from Van Rik to bring not only timber from the redwood forests of the Long Lake area, but also some useful things. ”

She looked to her left and right, and with her were several able-bodied lumberjacks.

She retracted her gaze before she said again: "Ed, we are naturally not as good as those excellent alchemists, and we can't help you much, but after all, we have been dealing with sawing and logging all year round, and the carpentry work is still passable—in the worst case, we can also act as coolies and help out here as much as we can." ”

Fang Yu stared at these people with wide eyes.

He originally thought that Ms. Quesu would escort this batch of goods south alone, after all, the cost of the warehouse and the cost of the passenger warehouse are two different concepts.

The worst first-class airship ticket from Van Rik to Tansnir was at least six thousand thousand miles, and Ms. Quesu had at least thirty or forty people in her group—and it is said that she was also in charge of the tickets for the forest group.

But suddenly he realized something: "Wait, Ms. Quisu...... You brought everyone with you...... No, you chartered this boat? ”

Quisu nodded.

She replied: "I actually have a little savings over the years, and in fact after my husband died, I have been almost all about it. ”

She sighed: "But I really didn't expect such a thing to happen...... If it weren't for the fact that the way out was undecided, I would have entrusted this team to someone else as early as the Masunk Creek station...... Then concentrate on finding the whereabouts of my son's killer. ”

She looked at Fang Yu again: "But I didn't expect to meet you, I know the virtues of adventurers, and naturally I understand how much you have helped me in this matter—I don't have any other goals now, so please at least let me help in this matter." ”

After she said this, the lumberjacks beside her also nodded in unison: "Mr. Ed, the head of the regiment has consulted us, and almost all of them have agreed, we have come all the way south to this place, please let us help." ”

"Yes, Mr. Eddard, you're good people, but we're not bad guys. You help the head of the regiment for her, and we help you, this is a matter of course. ”

Fang Yu looked at these people and pursed his mouth slightly.

He was silent for a moment before finally nodding silently.

Seeing his expression, Kuisu smiled slightly-

Quesu doesn't just bring her team.

In fact, there are also 'Forest Tribute' and several other members of their guild who were originally 'uncrowned'.

At that time, when he was in the south, only Uncrowned arrived at Van Rik first with the rest of the Seven Seas Brigade. The forest crew, on the other hand, remained with Ms. Quesu's team and were responsible for protecting the loggers.

According to the woman's later letter, the people left behind in the forest had helped her a lot—if it weren't for them, her team might not have been able to complete the task so smoothly and quite a little earlier.

Now that the uncrowned and Delis have settled down in Van Rik, and because of Count Sirin Sibica, the two of them will not leave that place for a short time. But the rest of the team, most of whom are combat professionals, can't stay in one place for long.

That's why they went south with Ms. Quesu's team.

Fang Yu also roughly understood the meaning of these people.

Now that their guild has fallen apart, the original leader, the Uncrowned Crown, will not be willing to take risks again for a while because of the affair with Miss Driss. But they can't stay in Van Rik together, so they naturally have to look for a new team to join.

They don't know many people, and among these people, the only one who can help them is probably Fang Yuan.

As for the departure and stay of the forest and others, Fang Yu had already considered it.

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