"What a rich element of light," Sissi took a deep breath.

"This must be the palace of the City of Light Lord Seghardt", Yang Jian touched his nose.

The group pushed open a door, and a strong breath of light rushed towards them.

Everyone suddenly felt like they were taking a sauna, and they were sweating profusely.

Then, a huge relief of the figure was revealed.

I saw Seghart glaring angrily, his hands crossed, as if looking down on all beings, and a coercion fell on everyone.

Everyone wiped their sweat and stepped forward to find a small monument under the relief.

"The victory of good over evil", Hans thought with a frown, "The trio of Arad warriors are here to permanently seal the evil city lord of light, and keep the lives of the people of Aradri, and their achievements will last for thousands of years... ”

Hans couldn't read it anymore.

"The city lord of light stayed on his own turf well, and he was killed by this guy, and it became a merit." Yang Jian said disdainfully.

"If people were in their heyday, would you be able to survive this trio?" Kaede is also disdainful.

Sissi stared at the marrick poems and "XX came here for a visit" carved on the monument, and watched it with relish.

At this time, Yang Jian felt in a trance, what was wrong with him, he touched his head.

"Human," a voice came to his head.

"Which great god has descended?" Yang Jian looked around.

"The one in front of you", the voice was tepid.

"Could it be Mr. Seghart?" , Yang Jian guessed boldly.

"Yes, but what you're hearing is a remnant of mine," the voice sounded like nothing.

"Don't you still have unfulfilled wishes?" Yang Jian further speculated.

"I swore in front of my master, Bakar, to protect this palace forever, but now I am powerless."

There was a faint sigh in the voice.

"What do you mean?"

"If you have the chance, please help me bring this letter to my master", the voice sighed.

Yang Jian suddenly felt that there was something more in his pocket, and when he touched it with his hand, he found that it was a piece of letter paper.

"But old man, you also know Bakar's character, and it's risky for me to go," Yang Jian shrugged.

"I see what you mean", the voice fell silent.

At this time, a light spirit dancing in the air flew towards Yang Jian.

Yang Jian stretched out his hands, and the Spirit of Light flew to Yang Jian's hand, motionless.

Suddenly, the elf turns into a pink card!

"Sir, why do you trust me so much?" Yang Jian suppressed the excitement in his heart, stuffed the card into his pocket with one hand, and then asked his own question.

"You're not the same as the Allad Warrior trio," Seghart's rare dry humor.

"You're not worried about seeing the wrong person?" Yang Jian shrugged again.

"Go ahead, human."

This was the last sentence that Yang Jian heard Seghart.

"Mr. Yang, Mr. Yang, wake up", Hans kept patting Yang Jian's shoulder.

At this point, Hans considered whether to wake him up with a slap.

He raised his thick slap and hesitated.

"Hans, did you really do it?!" Yang Jian's eyes opened.

"People are still trying to draw a cross on your face," Sissi smiled mischievously.

Yang Jian jumped up.

Everyone was packing up, looking at the relief of Seghardt, Yang Jian touched the pockets on both sides, and a fine light flashed in his eyes.

"Let's head to Sherlock's lair!"