The gaze of the companions, perhaps, was unintentional. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoMiss Ladia's aristocratic status, or aristocratic blood, has grown accustomed to getting along these days—no different from the mountain dwellers of the Norgo countryside, with one head and two legs, and they have to eat and sleep. If I had to find something special, it was that Miss Radia did have an indescribable elegance between her manners and conversation.

But now, they have reaffirmed that Miss Radia is a nobleman!

Thinking of those anecdotes about the conspiracy of the nobles, and staring at the [Justis] in Glo's hands, there are many people who are suspicious and worried about the members of the bandit group.

At noon, the tavern was unusually busy, and the waiters still hadn't arrived. While waiting for food, the box became silent.

Radia came up to Glo, her eyelashes blinking, but she didn't speak—the bandit leader was silent. He knew that there was a poisonous snake in everyone's heart, and the name of that poisonous snake was suspicion.

Could it be that Radia felt the estrangement between her companions and her?

Glo couldn't control what others thought, but he himself believed in Miss Ladia very much - whether it was due to her emotional affection for Miss Mage, or her understanding of her character, Glo believed deeply in Ladia from his point of view.

Glo's gaze was pure and calm.

"Quack!"

Just as Glo was about to speak, an extremely shrill cry came from the window, and even the noisy atmosphere inside and outside the tavern could not hide it—Scott's seat was leaning against the window, and he was the first to poke his head out of the window—

A crow.

A dead crow had been blasted open with a scorched wound of its size, black feathers, and bright red blood stains were scattered on the side of the street outside the window.

The angry voice sounded from the box next door, and judging from the previous conversation, it was the middle-aged man who roared.

"Damn! Evil necromancers dare to openly snoop on living beings! ”

The middle-aged man stretched out his thin arm from a wide white robe embroidered with three golden horizontal stripes on the shoulders, his fingers grasping a delicate short staff, and just blasted out a [Holy Light Impact], leaving a bright and clean trail in the dusty air under the sun. And beside him, several young men dressed as knights had already drawn their long swords and stood vigilantly in a simple triangular defensive formation.

These young men seem to be very well-trained and have an extremely good sense of combat.

"Uncle Clifford (Bishop)!"

"This must be reported to the church immediately!"

"Yes!"

Somewhere in a dark crypt deep in the mountains, in a dimly lit room.

Spike, the lich from Dill and the former member of the Necropolis Council, sat quietly at a desk piled high with books and manuscript paper, and what had happened since last night was undoubtedly a storm for his now almost secluded life, and it was not small - in the few short years he had been in Nogo, he had been away from the crowd of miscellaneous people, and he had painstakingly studied the mysteries of spells and the laws of the world. After today's battle, he realized that his strength had improved to such an extent that he could actually fight with Stuart.

Wait a minute! Stuart actually had some energy left, so why did he leave as if nothing had happened?

Isn't it distressing that his precious broken sword was destroyed by the [Destruction Ray]? Not angry?

The vision of the sky, the wild boy that suddenly appeared, the long sword that condensed in light, the gorgeous and impactful scenes replayed in his soul, and his ears seemed to ring the oath of those young nobles who were sworn in as knights. Spike is filled with shock in that moment, and vaguely, he feels that the line of cause and effect of the laws of the world has deviated.

According to the Book of Prophecy, everything in this world works according to certain laws, and whoever tamperes with fate will disturb the line of cause and effect, and vice versa. However, the perturbation of the causal line is completely unknown. Spike watched [Justis] fall into the hands of that wild boy, and it would be absolute hypocrisy to say that he was not moved-

But he still decisively chose to turn around and leave. Since the cause and effect line of the world has changed, if you really do it to that kid, although erasing an ordinary human being is just a matter of moving your fingers, but the consequences?

Looking at Stuart's appearance, he should be trying his best to defend that kid, right? Not to mention the will of the world's causal lines. As a serene and ambitious lich, Spike doesn't want his days to be unpredictable and exciting.

However, something interesting will happen to that lucky boy.

Spike stares at the Book of Prophecy on his desk, Chapter 6, The Destiny - All things begin from the cause and end at the end, the wise man perceives and the brave does. In the long river of time, every wave must have an inner power.

That kid, perhaps, is the wave!

As a rational lich, Spike remains in awe of the laws of the world that are difficult to explain scientifically. After closing the Book of Prophecy and ending his whimsical reverie, he picked up another book from his desk, The Rules and Use of Energy, by Brooklyn Marles, an elemental mage from the Epic Realm three hundred years ago.

Today was the first time he had used the [Destruction Ray] in a full-fledged battle, and the effect was surprisingly amazing, destroying Stuart's "Broken Sword" - Spike was very satisfied with the level and power of his blow, so he made up his mind to delve into this long-range attack spell with complex spell models and obscure spells.

-- Energy exists in all things in the world, and the path of a mage lies in the pursuit of truth and the analysis of the world.

Raising his eyelids to see the note on the title page, Spike quickly finds the section on Ray of Destruction in the catalog, and his fingerbones grab a quill from the table and rustle it on the paper.

Lines of formulas, dense data, a piece of manuscript paper was filled in a short time, and Spike took out another one.

Immersed in his studies, the lich soon became immersed in the mysteries of sorcery.

Click――

The lich suddenly stopped his pen and frowned—there was no flesh or skin on his skull, and certainly no hair. Spike's red soul fire jumps violently. On his left hand, on his little finger phalanx, a metal ring inlaid with amber the size of a bean, the color instantly turned gray.

Then, the ring shattered into powder and slipped off his little finger.

The lich's heart sank in an instant.