If Gross's previous words were like a magic stick, then, now, his sentence is a conclusive indictation-

Stewart didn't understand why the young man in front of him had told him these things, but there was no doubt that he believed it in his heart.

The little finger of Priest Martty Enks' left hand.

He had had many contacts with the mid-level priest who had been stationed in Tarun for a long time, but when he thought about it, it seemed that he had never paid special attention to the other party's fingers-

The priests of the Church of the Holy Radiance wore white robes embroidered with bright gold threads on the collar and cuffs, which were loose and the cuffs were quite fat, so it was not a big problem to hide their palms inside.

In other words, what the young man in front of him said is very likely to be the truth-

As if his body had been violently impacted, Stewart's figure shook, his dark complexion could not hide his rapidly changing expression, and he was about to ask, but Gross continued:

"Priest Martti Enks has enough divine power to heal your wife, it's not that he can't, it's just that he doesn't want to."

It's like throwing another handful of dry wood into a raging flame.

"Why?"

With heavy breathing in his tone, Stewart asked—

The man's expression was still calm, but there seemed to be a faint aura of an impending storm all over his body.

"It's a long story."

The afternoon sun was supposed to be the most intense time of the day, but at this time, the clouds changed, and the dark clouds in the gloomy sky had begun to gather and dense, and the whole sky was filled with a bleak light gray color, and the golden light dimmed, and the shadows of dark clouds floating on people's faces could be seen.

"It's going to snow, go in and sit down?"

Gross asked, his attitude sincere—Stewart was stunned, didn't decline his invitation, and nodded.

"Good!"

After the mercenaries left, the bandits in the Ampton mines also dispersed one by one, and the bandit leader Gross walked towards the house with Stewart.

The bandits stopped and looked curiously, the man who had been their enemy not long ago, but who was now with Gross.

The decision of the bandit leader has always had his reasoning. At this point, they did not give birth to any opposition or questioning.

Gross's house.

It was a separate building at the foot of the hillside, and he opened the wooden door, and in the middle of the room was a square wooden table with stacks of parchment papers stacked on the wooden table, and on the floor beside and near them, there were scattered fragments of paper—

A quill pen dipped in ink was writing on a piece of manuscript paper, and a small head could not help but raise when he saw his arrival.

Miss Mage, Radia Klein.

"Mr. Gross, I've found a new way to enhance the enchantment of the Sharp Effect, and it requires much simpler materials-"

She stretched out her fingers and rubbed her red and bloodshot eyes, which looked like she hadn't slept all night, and her usually beautiful long blonde hair was a little messy.

"Radia, have you had lunch?"

Gross asked, smiling.

During this period of time, although the relationship between the two has not made substantial progress, it has also become much closer, and Gross's address to this Miss Mage has also changed from "Miss Crane" to her name "Ladia".

"Lunch, lunch? What time is it? ”

It was only then that she felt a hint of hunger in her empty belly, and when she took out her pocket watch from her pocket, she was a little stunned—

This sparkling bronze pocket watch was purchased from a Karthhas merchant, and the hands on the dial already point to two o'clock in the afternoon.

During this time, she and the bandit leader Gross have often stayed together to discuss the academic subject of enchantment alchemy, she is an orthodox academic mage from Bracada, and the bandit leader, because of his dual identity as a player and an engineering otaku, also has a very good opinion on these contents.

It's not that Gross is smart, how knowledgeable, it's just that he's standing on the shoulders of giants—

Under Gross's suggestion and reminder, the two of them have been constantly revising the methods and steps of alchemy enchantment according to the basic alchemy principles, and since Gross proposed a concept similar to "powder metallurgy" last night, this mage lady has spent a whole night deducing and calculating a new sharpness enhancement process.

She had just reported the exciting news to Gross, but she saw a middle-aged man with a dark complexion standing behind him—

"Stewart."

Gross turned to an introduction.

"Ah, hello. Radia, Radia Klein. ”

She put down the quill pen in her hand and said hurriedly.

"Hello, Miss Crane."

Although Stuart has lived in seclusion in the countryside for a long time, it can be seen from the name and physical characteristics of the young girl in front of him that she belongs to the aristocracy, and his attitude is gentle and polite-

"Latea, did you forget to eat again?"

Gross stood beside her, but saw that good-looking little face showed a sneering look, she touched her stomach, "I, I'll go." ”

"Well, this time...... You can go to the kitchen and look for Uncle York. ”

Gross said. Miss Mage picked up a piece of manuscript paper full of words and formulas and put it in his hand, and hurried outside—

In the past few days, due to the continuous incursion of mercenaries, the bandit leader has to put down the important matter of reminding Radia to eat.

It seems that she is really a little confused worm too.

Gross sighed as he put the paper in his pocket, pulled over two chairs, and turned back, "Mr. Stewart, do you need some cider?" ”

He doesn't have much interest in the ale wine of this world, but he still likes the sweet and sour fruit wine. In his room, in a wooden cabinet against the wall, there happened to be a clay wine jug with a pointed spout, and he glanced at Stewart, and without waiting for an answer, he took out two more wine glasses.

The pale red liquor filled two-thirds of the glass, and he handed it over.

"Thank you. But I have some questions right now......"

Stewart took the glass, he didn't choose to drink it all, he didn't take a small sip to taste it, after putting the glass on the square table, he stared into Gross's eyes and asked-

"You want to know who I am, and why did I tell you these things?"

Gross immediately picked up the conversation. After a fight, he felt a little thirsty, and he didn't care about Stewart's reaction, he poured the pale red fruit wine from the wine glass into his throat.

"Mithril Hermitage Society."