The returning team traveled through the wild roads of the Huder Empire without hurry, and there were basically no long-eyed monsters along the way to send them to death. The sporadic monsters that the pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info occasionally encountered were not at all the opponents of those Makana knights in front of them, and there was no need for adventurers to take action, and a few photos were cut into pieces by the Templars who were holding back a wave of resentment.

A few days ago, their colleagues who were alive all returned to their homeland in a nightmare, and it was no wonder that the knights and priests who accompanied them were holding back their energy.

"Looks like we don't have a chance to play." Lancet said with some itching.

The attribute panel quietly appeared in front of his eyes, through the two days of "recovery exercise", his experience points have almost reached the first level of full experience state, and now such a good opportunity to brush experience is close at hand, no wonder Lancet is very moved.

"It's better not to go up." Moria's voice came from behind her.

"Oh?" Lancet turned halfway and looked at the female mage with a cautious face, looking deaf.

"Don't pretend to be garlic with me, I don't believe you've forgotten that Marquis of Dragon City." Moria glared at the wicked witcher and said angrily.

"Ah, Marquis of Anvre......" Lancet seemed to have remembered the presence of this figure after her reminder, "didn't he go home two days before us?" ”

"Lancet! Don't play dumb with me! The mage tugged at the steel scabbard of a longsword behind the witcher, nearly throwing the unsuspecting Lance off balance.

"Hey, slow down, I'm just kidding......" He quickly grabbed the reins while steady, and said softly.

The female mage let go of her hand with satisfaction, a smile of triumph on her face.

"About twenty yards behind us, there's a middle-aged man in half-body armor, see?" The witcher glanced behind him, where the middle-aged man was whispering something to a halfling.

Moria followed Lance's line of sight and saw the man he was talking about.

"The halfling man riding the bantam next to him is known as 'Squirrel' Thorke." Lancet began to talk about the information he had gathered in the past two days, "He has always been a loner, he has no fixed residence, and his whereabouts are quite elusive. ”

"What does that mean?" Moria, a little puzzled, asked.

"That middle-aged man is the leader of the Iron Wolf Mercenary Regiment, and Anvre had a secret conversation with the mercenary leader before he left here, and the content is obviously related to us." For this marquis, who has always wanted to kill himself, Lancet can be said to be quite concerned.

"I've heard a lot about him from other people these days."

Lancet untied the water bladder on his horse's back, poured a sip of the magic spring water produced by the obelisk, thought for a moment and handed it to the female mage behind him.

Moriah was stunned for a moment, and it wasn't until Lancet shook the water bladder in her hand impatiently that she came back to her senses and took a sip of it, hesitantly opening it.

"No offense, honorable Miss Mage," the witcher quipped with a smile as he looked back at her appearance, "there are a lot of things to share in your adventure, so you should just leave it at that." ”

The female mage naturally saw the other party's teasing. Although she had been in the Obelisk for so many years, Moriah had never shared anything with anyone, but the ridicule of this guy in front of her was the most intolerable to her.

She raised the water bladder in her hand, poured most of the spring water in one go, and looked at the stunned Ranster with defiant eyes.

But the other party's next words made her blush instantly.

"No offense, esteemed Miss Mage...... But that's the only water bladder we have. Ranster said with a strange smile on his face.

Looking at the female mage's bewildered expression, Lancet almost held back a smile and choked back his internal injuries.

The witcher in front of him shrugged his shoulders, and Moria, finally realizing that she had been tricked by this guy, smashed the water bladder into the other's arms in shame, and ignored Lancet.

The witcher laughed as he hung the nearly empty water bladder back on his horse's back, and as if by magic, pulled two more apples out of the package.

He shoved one of them almost into the female mage's hand, picked up the other and began to feast.

Looking at Lancet's indifferent expression, Moria realized that she had no idea about the witcher, who had a reputation for being "devoid of human emotions".

"Aren't you nervous? Next up is to face a mercenary group. The mage asked, holding the apple in her hand. You must know that the number of a mercenary group ranges from tens to hundreds, but in any case, it is not something that these two people can deal with.

"Nervousness doesn't solve the problem." Ranster swallowed the rest of the flesh and the pit, and pointed to his head.

"That's where the problem comes in."

The witcher didn't explain it to the female mage in detail, and looking at Moria's puzzled expression, he had to reassure the other party in order to reassure him.

"Don't worry, I'll send you to Chenxing City safely no matter what."

"I'm not going to Chenxing City." The female mage said softly but firmly and forcefully.

Lancet was stunned for a moment, and then he saw Moria's persistent eyes.

As persistent as in a nightmare.

"I knew ......," Ranster sighed, then put away his relaxed demeanor and his tone became serious.

"Moria, listen to me. The court mage is your best choice, and the followers of Aukus are not good men and women, let alone the targets you used to practice spells. ”

"Now is the best and last opportunity, if I wait until I go to Chenxing City, I will lose the chance for revenge forever." The female mage retorted firmly. She knew that because of the Aukus blood in her body, the mages of Starstar City would keep an eye on her at all times, and she would never be able to take a single step out of it.

Lancet was speechless for a moment, he just didn't want Moriah to sink deeper into the bottomless quagmire of revenge, but he ignored the fate she had to accept after going to Starstar City.

"If you don't go to the Mage Tower in Star City to register, do you know what consequences you will face?" Lancet lowered his voice and said, "The Queen's guards will try to catch you, and then accuse you of the Scourge Witch and burn you." ”

"But there is also a way to avoid it." The mage stared at Lancet with burning eyes, "If you are in the company of a witcher, the three empires will not be able to convict this defected wizard in any way. ”

"Old Valan Blood ......" Listening to Moria's words, the witcher muttered to himself.

"That's right, I've been looking up information on this for the past few days, and I've managed to convince Master Elohim. Otherwise, he wouldn't have put my blood talisman into your hands. ”

"I didn't expect the chief mage to be involved...... "Lenster couldn't help but laugh, he didn't expect that he had been counted unconsciously.

"The Old Blood Pact was a treaty between the Obelisk and the Witchers in the Mad King's era, and it may be just an empty phrase now. Are you so sure? ”

Ranster was right, this contract of the One King era was specially formulated because of the rampant demons at that time. In today's era of co-rule of the three empires, it is still a question whether anyone will recognize its legitimacy.

"If it's true, they have to admit it." The female mage said confidently.

"That's what Master Elohim told you?" Lanster really couldn't understand what the idea of this notoriously wise archmage was up to.

He is Moria's guardian knight, and has the responsibility of protecting the safety of the female mage. But when the old mage told her about the "companionship", was he afraid that he would leave Murray in Chenxing City by himself?

"How much do you know about 'companionship'?" Lancet asked tentatively.

Looking at the blank expression on the female mage's face, he knew the specific method of 'companionship', and the old mage didn't tell her anything.

The old Valan Blood Pact, to put it mildly, is that the defector mage and the demon hunter 'partner' become the demon hunter's companion, giving these defectors a chance to live, but in fact it is unilaterally becoming the 'slave' of the demon hunter.

For this reason, the mage has to tattoo the name of the demon hunter on his face or other conspicuous parts of his body, he must obey the orders of the demon hunter absolutely, and their lives are connected to the demon hunter through spells, and if they do not desperately protect their 'companions' and let them die, they will face the same fate.

Perhaps after all this talking, some people would think that none of these mages would end well, but the opposite is true.

Most witchers have formed deep friendships with their companions during their demon hunting careers, and some have even developed more deeply with their female companions.

"So, that's the real 'companionship.'" In one breath, Lancet said what he knew about it.

And his purpose is to dispel the idea of "companionship" for the female mage.

Mauria fell silent unsurprisingly. If anyone hears such a thing, they will never think about it again.

About a minute later.

The mage looked up, the persistence in her eyes that made Ranster's heart sink.

He knew that everything he had just said was in vain.

"Let me start with it, I still have a lot of unfinished business to do, so I won't go with you to find any cultists, let alone 'partner' with you." The witcher didn't wait for Moria to speak, he had already made his thoughts clear.

"I can help you do what you want to do, but in exchange, you have to help me too." Moria's face was slightly red, and it was obvious that the matter of "companionship" had given the female mage a lot of mental stimulation.

Ranster instinctively wanted to refuse, but Moria's next words put him in a dilemma.

"If you agree to my terms, I will tell you a secret, the secret of the remnants of Yaling."