Lancet and the mage stepped into the dark passageway, the stone door behind them slowly closing. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The dim vision of the half-elves had no effect in the pitch black, and Lancet pulled out the Torch from the dimensional pouch, and Moriah used the Light Spell directly.

Through the firelight, Lancet could clearly see that the place he was in resembled a ruin, which was quite similar to the ruins of the temple in the Yaling Territory.

The two of them cautiously moved forward, and when Lancet saw a crescent moon carved into the gate ahead, he knew that he had found another temple to Fishilu, the goddess of the Bright Moon.

Why did that hound lure himself here? Where did it get that fragment of its own leaf?

Lenster opened the closed door of the temple with suspicion, and found that there was an oil lamp lit inside, illuminating the entire altar area.

The vanished hound was lying at the foot of the Goddess of the Bright Moon at this moment, and the tarnished remnant of the Yaling leaf was thrown to its mouth. Hearing the voice, it raised its eyelids and glanced at the two people who had entered, and continued to lie there and pretend to sleep.

The moment he saw the statue of the Goddess of the Bright Moon, Lancet looked at her hand for the first time. After making sure that there was no Yaling remnant leaf that he expected, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed inside.

If he can get a remnant leaf here again, his arcane abilities can definitely be further strengthened, and he will be more comfortable when facing enemies in the future.

"It's a good place to be a shelter." The mage ripped off the hood from her head and exhaled lightly in a relaxed manner. Ever since she arrived in this icy northland, she had never been more relaxed than she was now.

Lancet also relaxed his body, and he also felt that his body was exhausted.

The two of them found a corner to rest against the wall, and the hound, who was not at all hostile, shared their room in a friendly manner, and had no intention of coming to ask for trouble.

Ranster took out the stored food and water from the bag, the fluffy bread did not change the taste in the slightest under the preservation of the dimensional bag, he took a hard bite, and ate the water in the water bag.

The hound, which had been lying on the ground and pretending to sleep, raised its upper body after seeing the two of them, and it stared closely at the food in Ranster's hand, then got up and walked slowly over there.

Moriath kicked Ranster in the shin, and he couldn't help but smile when he looked up at the Wilderness Hound slowly pacing towards him, and then at the food in his hand.

He tore off a large chunk of the juicy beef in his hand and reached for the hound.

The hound shrugged his nose, then walked over and picked up the beef from Ranster's hand.

Swallowing the large piece of meat in two bites, its dark green eyes fixed on the larger piece of the other's leg.

Ranster smiled wryly and handed the whole piece of beef to it, and the hound unceremoniously bit the beef and ran back to the feet of the Goddess of the Bright Moon to enjoy it.

……

Having eaten and drunk enough, Ranster regained his spirit a little, and he told the mage to rest in his sleeping bag, and he got up and walked towards the statue of the goddess.

Probably because he had eaten his own food, the hound only opened his eyes a slit when he heard the footsteps, and after seeing that it was Lancet, he changed his position and continued to sleep.

Randster walked over to the statue of the Bright Moon and carefully examined the various parts of the statue. Finally found a second statue of Fishilu, and he didn't want to miss out on any hidden treasures.

He swept over the statue inch by inch, and even called out Ed, who was resting, but could not find any useful information from it.

Just as Lancet was a little discouraged, he saw the outstretched hand of the statue of Fishiru tremble slightly.

He tentatively placed his hand on the statue's hand, and then heard the voice of the Goddess of the Bright Moon up to his heart.

"My believers...... Have you found my sister......" Fischlou's ethereal voice sounded from Lancet's heart, and it sounded like it wanted to relax.

"Goddess Fishilu, I have never forgotten the mission you have entrusted me...... But at this time, your faithful believers are trapped in this cold and snowy land and have a hard time fulfilling your request. Ranster suppressed his excitement and began to complain to the god of Yaling.

"Ice and snow can't trap you, and your enemies won't hurt you in the slightest...... I'll have my most devout believers come to your aid. ”

As soon as Fishilou's words fell, a soft arcane glow came from the statue's hand, and Ranster felt something touch his leg just as he didn't know what to do.

The Hound crouched beside Ranster with the used Yaling leaf in his mouth, as if motioning for himself to pick it up.

Ranster picked up the gray leaf, and suddenly found that the arcane energy in the statue's hand began to be slowly sucked into the leaf in a visible state.

At this moment, Lancet suddenly realized that the Yaling Remnant Leaf placed it in the hand of the Fishilu statue, and with the influx of a large amount of arcane energy, this already dry and gray Yaling Remnant Leaf actually began to regain its original colorful vitality.

After about ten minutes, the remnant leaf had fully absorbed the arcane energy, and the statue of the Goddess of the Bright Moon had regained its calm.

Holding this glittering remnant of Yaling, Ranster's heart was full of surprise. This remnant leaf was originally a memory fragment belonging to the Yaling Sword Mage Kerena, in which she had learned her own unique spell spell.

Now that this remnant leaf has returned to its previous appearance, does it mean that he can learn the other spells of the female sword mage again?

Ranster placed the remnants of the Yaling leaf on the stone steps of the altar and sat down on his knees in front of them. He took a deep breath to calm his excitement and pressed his hands tightly to the remnants of the Yaling leaves that radiated multicolored light.

Seeing that Lanster had once again entered the dream of remnant leaves, the Hound crouched behind him, his lazy eyes replaced by an alert look, and took on the responsibility of keeping Lanster safe.

……

Same temple altar, same scene.

It's just that this time in the dream, there was only Kairena, the Yaling Sword Mage, alone.

Lancet found herself standing across from her, Kerena with a wooden sword in each hand, and threw one of them at herself when she saw him.

Receiving the wooden sword in mid-air with one hand, the elegant voice of the female Yaling sounded in his ears.

"You're late, Lancet."