The tower was originally located in a library house, and after Vikirico's cousin Fredot left the kingdom of Sadro and came to the fort of Campana, the emperor ordered the library to be renovated, and the tower of such a Sadro building was built with white marble, and the library was also transformed to the top of the tower.

Since then, the tower, known as the "White Ivory", has become a symbol of the cooperation and friendship between the two countries.

Fredot inherited the nature of the Sadro people to study books diligently, and coupled with her own withdrawn personality, she simply lived in this tower, and no one except her mother and Viklico showed up.

Vicky can miss the time when she was accompanied by Fredo, and from the first time she saw her cousin, she completely fell in love with this cold girl who didn't smile.

Although the two have very different personalities, they also make up for each other's shortcomings, Vickyli can be enthusiastic and adventurous since childhood, and Fredot is withdrawn but has read thousands of volumes, and Freido can always give Vickily valuable advice when she is in trouble.

But such a blood relative and friend who has lived with him for many years suddenly disappeared from Vicilico's life more than ten years ago. And this tower only left a beautiful but never going back memory for Viklico.

"Wait a minute......" Draenor stopped Viklico's movements, and she slowly withdrew the key that was about to be inserted into the lockhole.

"What are you going to do?" She asked.

"Although the journey was tough, we managed to do it...... Thank you so much for saving my life and giving me a taste of real life, and I will never forget what you have done for me, no matter if this damn curse can be completely unraveled. Draenor stiffened his heart to Vickyly.

"Poof...... You just, I knew there was so much trouble, I wouldn't have used that thing on you. Besides, there are tens of thousands of ancient books hidden in this tower, and even many books before the Holy Miracle Era are also included. ”

Vikily was unimpressed by Draenor's feelings, but in fact, she was deeply affected by this heartfelt remark. She unlocked the door, pushed open the wooden door and walked into the tower.

The darkened tower is nearly 100 meters high, and when you look up at the top floor, the staircase spirals infinitely towards the end of the darkness, like a huge whirlpool leading to the mysterious deep sea. Draenor knew that the maelstrom was the end of his horrible curse.

Vikirico walked over to the mechanical arm embedded in the wall by the staircase, she gently brushed away the dust that had accumulated on it, and pulled the handle down, and the sound of the machine working.

"Click"

"Click"

"Click, click, click......"

The rhythm of the sound became faster and faster, and the crystal lamps on the side of the staircase lit up one after another, and the entire tower was suddenly enveloped in pure white light. The crowd followed the light step by step towards the library on the top floor.

"What are you going to do after all this is over? Glory? Vicky asked.

"Ah, I hope to return to Hecheng to continue my business, or it would be more ideal if I had the honor to stay in the imperial capital, if I can use your connections, I believe we will have a very happy cooperation!" Glori had already planned her life for the rest of her life, and she had been looking forward to taking advantage of this opportunity ever since she knew who she really was.

"Well, it turns out that you are indeed a profiteer...... I mean, business acumen. I'll try to help you. Vickyrie graciously accepted Glori's invitation, and she really wanted someone to take care of her restaurant.

"Great! …… What about you? Miss Jeanne? Grory clenched her fists in delight as he asked Jeanne.

"I don't know yet, I'll wait until the snake venom is completely gone, but in the long run, whatever Mr. Draenor plans to do, I'll follow him." Jeanne made no secret of her longing for Draenor, and her face flushed slightly.

"It depends on the future, if the curse can be lifted, I would love to follow Jeanne back to the tribe, where the pace is very slow, suitable for a wandering soldier like me." Draenor spoke of Jeanne's heart, and he was also attracted to this affectionate girl, and with her by his side, life would be very happy.

"Well, if it goes well...... Vickyly can bless the two of them in her heart, although they have suffered a lot along the way, but at least they can witness the birth of happiness, and it is all worth it.

Everyone's heart is filled with a vision of the future, and as the lights on the top floor get closer and closer, fate seems to open the door for them to shine as well.

Vikirico skipped the last few steps and ran to the library on the top floor, all in the same way as Fredot had left, silver crystal lamps, dried and melted candles in the corners of the table, a few unfinished books, and the invitation with the flame totem on it.

Vickyrie was in a state of flux, now was not the time to reminisce about the past, she had to hurry up and find the book that contained the recipe for the antidote to the White Refining Fire.

"I want to think about it...... The White Flame is the recipe for the first book of "Poetry of Fire", there are three books in total, and there is also a "Poetry of Ashes" which is an introduction to the curse...... I can memorize that book. The last one is "The Poem of Redemption", which should be the recipe for the antidote. ”

Vicky said to herself, climbing the triangular ladder and rummaging through the bookcase.

"The Poem of Redemption! Found it, thank goodness, I was hiding here before, and it seems that Freido hasn't touched it in all these years! ”

Vikily jumped down the triangular ladder with the heavy book in her arms, flipped the switch on the table, and flipped through the book in the light of the crystal lamp.

"That's what it is...... Is that the book that contains the antidote to the fire of white refining? Draenor looked at the book spread out on the table, the paper had yellowed from oxidation, it seemed to be as old as they said, it was almost a third of the height of Vicilico, he remembered the book "Poetry of Fire" that he had seen at the time, it was obvious that it was much larger than the version with the recipe.

"You just said that there are three books, which are about the formula, function, and removal method of the White Refining Fire, right? Isn't that troublesome? Why can't you write all three in one book? "Draenor feels like the presence of these three books is too much.

"What do you think is in this? Fairy tales? These are the contents of the experiments recorded by Emperor De Longvis the Great! This ancient alchemy that can resurrect life is not something that can be written clearly in a moment, the source of the material, the background story, the measurement and the method of operation, these are already more than 600 pages in the first book alone!

After the recipe is recorded, the process and results of the experiment must be recorded, until after countless attempts and comparisons, this most important book can be written! Now, don't bother me, it's not easy to understand the ancient Misarian language. ”

Vikirico was interrupted by Draenor, and she quickly buried her head and continued to read the contents of the book.

"What? Damn, what does that mean! As if she had seen some unbelievable story, she was so angry that she overturned the candlestick on the table, and the thing slammed into the ground with a screeching sound.

"Hey, calm down, what's on it?" Sensing that things were not going well, Draenor quickly asked Vicilico.

"What does it mean to 'take the pure blood of the far lands of the south, and to be immortal with the beasts of the soul'......'?" Vickily is confused by this bizarre commentary.

"What kind of recipe is this! A pure-blood in the far back of the South? Do you want us to run back to the south? Feeling frustrated that her work had been lost, Viklico slammed her fist on her desk.

"Vicky, we need you to calm down, it is absolutely impossible to pass the recipe in such a thick book, only if you can understand the ancient Misalaan, look carefully, you will definitely be able to discover the mystery hidden in it." Draenor had a premonition that none of this was going to end smoothly, and he was unusually calm, believing that it was destined no matter what the outcome was.

"Huh, here, 'The origin of the prescription originates from the domain of ancient Abel, and the blood of the elder king is taken to make this medicine, and the source of this prescription is also the cause of detoxification.' Abel's Domain? Could it be that De Long the Great was referring to the continent of Abel? ”

Vicilico took a deep breath and slowly raised her head, recalling the characteristics of the beast that Draenor had incarnated, the head of a wolf, its claws, and the skin of its body, which was the image of the werewolf that the Licus had turned into on a full moon night. The root of the curse of the White Refining Fire is indeed related to the ancient wolf clan of the Abel Continent.

"Abel? The Long King? What is this talking about......" Draenor guessed the possibilities with the few words he could only understand.

"If I'm not mistaken, he should be referring to the blood of the Lycos wolf clan, which is the source of the curse of the White Refining Fire and the only way to unlock the curse." Viclily said and set her eyes on Jeanne, the only Licos descendant present.

"Lycos Wolves? Should Jeanne's blood be used as the recipe to unravel the curse? "Draenor can't accept the fact that if Jeanne dies like this, what's the point of breaking the curse?

"It's okay, Mr. Delaenau, I'm willing to give my life for you, and I hope it will become a part of your life from now on." Jeanne calmly accepted the reality in front of her, and as long as she could save Draenor's life, she would embrace him passionately, even if it was death.

"Don't be stupid, I haven't finished my sentence yet, the word 'long king' is clearly stated on it, it looks like two words spelled together, 'elder' and 'royal family'? In short, if the ordinary descendants of Lycos can unravel this curse, why bother to write such a thick book? ”

Vikliko calmly explained to the two of them, believing that the respected ancestors must not have been painting these words so deliberately, but it was a hassle to get to the continent of Abel, the only passage in the southern sea was blocked by the Azra Alliance, but it was even more difficult to detour from Canaan to Abel.

She had only been to Canaan once, and the countries of the southern seas had few connections, and it would take a lot of money to rent a ship, and the Canaanites would not recognize Herbie of Vlaktu!

"All in all, it was clear that there wasn't a recipe menu in the book that we had imagined, and we had to find a way to find out anyway." Vickily said solemnly, and Glori was clearly bothered.

"Don't worry, we won't ask you for more, I'll find a way to get you a check, it's a letter of recommendation, you can change it yourself and give it to the Redwood Hotel, and you'll be my employee from now on." Vicky said comfortingly.

She knew that the journey ahead would be even more difficult, that it would be too dangerous for an ordinary human being, and that he would have more work to do.

"Thank you, Miss Viklico, I will definitely take good care of your hotel, and I look forward to your triumph."

Glori got the job of her dreams, but he was not as happy as he imagined, the continent of Abel is the ancestral land of all things, and there are endless dangers waiting for Viklico and his party, Glori feels guilty about his powerlessness in his heart, and the only thing he can do is to complete Viklico's instructions.

"Thank you too, it's an honor to have employees and partners like you." Vicilly finally hugged Glori, the only time they had been together that Glori hadn't been disliked, and he closed his eyes tightly to keep the tears from falling.

Vikily led the group down the stairs a little bit, repeating the words that appeared in the book in her mind, although there were still doubts, but she was at least sure that the antidote in the book was the blood of the wolf clan of the Abel Continent.

Although Draenor was already prepared for his future fate, he still felt lost in the immediate outcome. Vikily sensed his dim gaze and quietly tugged at the corner of his coat to keep him.

"What are you doing? There's no time to be sad now. ”

"It's not...... I just wonder if I'm worth it for you to go on a rampage, and we've run almost all over Vlactu in exchange for this result, and if it's the same in Abel, then what's the point of all this? Draenor spoke his mind.

He was originally a prisoner of war to be exiled, and he had been manipulated as a pawn on the battlefield for so many years, and if there was such a thing as fate, then he could only grasp the part that kept him alive.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Vicilico kicked him in the neck and legs, nearly causing him to roll down the stairs.

"Are you afraid of death, afraid that you might encounter some monster and tear you to pieces in the future, right? Am I looking away? Are you a coward? Vicilico said deliberately as Draenor provoked.

"I'm not a coward! I just don't think there's any point in going on like this, I can't implicate you and send me to death! Draenor was a little out of control, and his hands trembled uncontrollably.

He is indeed not a coward, the reason why he has survived on the battlefield countless times is not because he is greedy for life and afraid of death, but because of bravery, at that time he believed in the meaning of his existence, and believed that even if he died, he would be written down in history as a hero. But after countless brushes with death, he gradually realized that as long as the sun of peace does not rise, war will always be shrouded in the shadow of death. He didn't want his true love to be swallowed up by that shadow again.

"Well, I just want you to know that there is no failure in everything, only success, no matter how good or bad the outcome is, as long as you go to the end, it is success, and you deserve to be called a legend, and legends have no victory or defeat at all, only glory." Vikili said as she stared at Draenor with her blood-red eyes.

"You are a lucky man, and there are people who love you and are willing to give their lives for you. But if you're hell-bent on dying, just stay here," Vikli said in a grim tone.

"That'...... We're going to keep going with you, and at least we're going to survive, right? Draenor said.

"Not necessarily......" Vicilico turned and walked down the stone steps, "but at least she will die in the open." ”