Ringster walked cautiously down the dark, slippery stone steps with an everlasting torch, the mage cautiously following him, her hands in a spell-casting posture. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In Moria's memory, about half an hour ago, after the witcher kissed the stone statue of the goddess of the Bright Moon, they went straight to this ghost place.

Lancet's memory was obviously much richer than that of a female mage, and he clearly remembered the "test" given to him by the goddess Fishiru.

"Find the sisters of the Bright Moon Goddess and complete the trials they have given them...... What kind of test is this? Listening to his narration, Moria also felt a little inexplicable.

"Do you know who Fishiro's sisters are?" Lancet jumped over a section of the crumbling stone stairs beneath his feet and turned around and beckoned to Moria.

"Should I know?" The mage took two steps back, and one lunged forward and jumped straight into Ranster's arms, nearly knocking him to a stumble.

"Ha, I've finally avenged the nightmare I was hit." The female mage smiled to hide the embarrassment on her face, waved her hand at Lanster, and said, "Now we are even. ”

The witcher smiled and continued with what he had just said.

"The Goddess of the Bright Moon has two older sisters, which can be said to be equivalent to the two extremes of ice and fire. The eldest sister, Komito, is almost unknown to anyone, and she is almost difficult to define as a god, as her secret followers call her the 'Blighted Lady of the Fallen Shadow Underworld'. ”

"A 'Blighted Lady' who doesn't like the Astral Plane and the Pantheon...... Maybe we can start with her second sister. Moria, too, gave her own advice.

"Same as I thought. The second sister of the Goddess of the Bright Moon is arguably the most deity in all of Tyrenriel, and her altars and temples are spread across the city and countryside, making her much easier to find than Komito. Lance nodded in agreement.

"Wait......" Moria had a premonition as she listened to his narration.

The largest number of believers were founded, and altars and shrines were scattered throughout the city and countryside......

"We're not going to be discussing...... the female mage looked at each other's smiles and said helplessly, "Please tell me, it's not what I thought." ”

"That's just the way it is." Lancet stopped, and a large, tightly closed stone door appeared in front of them.

"Mara, the goddess of life, is the sister of the 'Withered Lady.'"

……

On the surface, the ruins of the entire Yaling territory are already full of people from the Iron Wolf Mercenary Regiment. They scrutinized the corners of all the buildings, hoping to find any traps or tunnels.

Dezik sat on his horse, his impatience growing over time.

"Evan, what did we find?"

"Nothing, Boss." The priestess threw down the broken vessel she was holding and replied in a loud voice.

"Ander!"

"No, boss."

"Expand the scope and continue to search!" At the sound of Dazik's order, dozens of brothers ventured deeper into the realm.

Then the Iron Wolf Leader took out a crystal from his arms, which should have been transparent and colorless, and was emitting a light blue light at this time. If Lancet had been here, he would have recognized it at a glance as the Resonance Crystal.

Resonance Crystal, the full name is also called Magic Resonance Crystal. It can feel and remember a specific source of magic, whether it is a person or an object.

Obviously, the crystal in Daizik's hand had memorized Moria's magical body, which was why the Iron Wolf Leader was sure that the other party was nearby.

……

The "Withered Lady" Comitto was originally a god with weak divine powers, in charge of the vitality and vitality of all things in time. She worked tirelessly to bring all kinds of vibrant things to the world, until one day she felt a little tired inside.

The darkness was always looking for such an opportunity, crouching around her and whispering to her.

Although the goddess quickly dispels the darkness with alertness, it has planted a black seed in Comitto's body.

She began to be jealous.

She was jealous of Mara's priesthood as the goddess of life, of Fishilu's moonlit beauty, of everything she could, until everything drove her mad.

Jealousy consumed everything she had.

Despite the dissuasion of his two sisters, Comitto abandoned his godhead and priesthood and went to the opposite side of life, the Fallen Underworld, which represents death and suffering.

Since then, the goddess who once brought life to the world has disappeared, and has been replaced by the "Withered Lady" who has been dead and withering.

"It's a wonderful story." The female mage sighed after listening to what Lanster said.

"Where have we been?"

"It shouldn't be too far, we're almost at the end." The light of the torch was far from illuminating the inside of the gate, but it allowed the half-elves with dim vision to see more.

Through the light of the torches, the witcher could faintly see that it was an arc-shaped hall, surrounded by several large stone pillars supporting the top of the building, and that the place in the center of the hall where it was supposed to be a spring had long since dried up, leaving only a bare pool full of dust.

At the innermost part of the hall, a statue of the goddess of the moon resembling the surface of the earth sits atop an altar.

The arc-shaped Hall of the Bright Moon and the statue of the goddess, this is definitely the place Fishilu said at that time, and there is no mistake.

Lancet walked quickly to the statue with a torch, and before he could get closer, he saw the remnants of the stone statue's slightly raised left hand, which had almost lost its brilliance.

He handed the torch to the female mage behind him, and carefully held the dusty leaf in his hand.

"This is the remnant leaf of Yaling?" Moria asked, a little confused.

"That's right, this is the fragment of memory that records the essence of Yaling's swordsmanship and arcane law." Ranster gently blew away the dust that had clinged to the remnants of the leaves, and his pious expression was much more relentless than when he had just cleaned the statue of the Goddess of the Bright Moon.

The stains on the remnants of the leaves were gradually cleaned up, and a slowly flowing arcane glow of a gemstone leaf finally revealed its true face.

"It's beautiful, I've never seen it before." The female mage was somewhat intoxicated by the arcane brilliance flowing on the leaves.

"Do you remember when you said you knew the whereabouts of a temple of Yaling?" Lancet flipped over and checked the remnants of the leaves, "If the temple you're talking about is in this forest, it's the one in front of us. ”

Moria was stunned for a moment, and then she was a little stumbling.

Lancet looked at the female mage with some strange eyes, and actually saw a trace of embarrassment on her face for the first time.

The witcher rubbed his faintly aching forehead, and a wry smile on his face met the apologetic look of the female mage.

"Mauria Heather, you couldn't lie to me at the time, did you?"