Cremar was tightly grasped by a cloudy gray and black spherical swirling gas, and he was tossed high, skimming the treetops of the cracked maple trees, and falling from about a hundred feet into the Starlight River, the river was hard and cold, if he were an ordinary person, he would have broken his body and shattered his internal organs, but now his body was as solid and strong as a newborn dragon, and he only felt a little dizzy except for the pain of the violent impact the moment he hit the pebbles at the bottom of the river.

"Levitation Technique!" the undead in the sea of consciousness shouted in a shrieked voice, "Immediately!"

His cry was more of a headache for the soul of the other world than the impact, but out of trust in the other cohabitant, he immediately complied, and just as his toes were about to break out of the water, a bolt of lightning that seemed to illuminate the entire Grey Ridge flew down the ground, and it swooped into the water, producing a brighter purple-red light, rising smoke and crackling.

He saw Fenway coming out of behind a damp bush of willows, his face was grim, he raised his arm, made a gesture, and released a spell, but now Cremar had erected a barrier, and the fireball hit the invisible protective wall, shattering into countless sparks.

Unmoved, the short-haired gray-blond mage pulled a handful of new ingredients out of his sleeve, and Cremar raised his hand in an attempt to dismantle his mental sabotage spell, but Fenway seemed to have expected it, and he smoothly moved three steps sideways to the clearing on the right, without disrupting the spell and spell.

Bursting flames engulfed Cremar furiously and hotly.

The next moment, Ilda's golden arrow grazed Fenway's arm, and she tried to interrupt the spell as well, but Fenway dropped a trick that prevented the people behind from catching up in time, and she angrily crossed the mage and tried to rush into the Starlight River - she saw Cremar fall again, only to be grabbed by the arm by the older caster and pulled into her arms.

Fenway's anger was no less than Ilda's, but there was a cruel and happy smile on her thin, yellowed face that made the female elf shudder.

"Let him die. He whispered, "It's good for everyone." ”

Ilda nudged him hard, the Ranger's power was no match for the mage, especially when he had no intention of hurting her, Fenway let go of her, took a few steps back, and turned to the elf who was helping Cremar get up from the water: "Get out of him," he declared bitterly, "otherwise I can't guarantee that my spell won't involve you." ”

"Fenway!" shouted Ilda, "it was just a misunderstanding! he had been ...... before"

"It's almost his talisman to live with humans all the time," Fenway continued nonchalantly, "but tell me that in his mouse-like short life, he hasn't met a single bard?"

Ilda paused for a moment, indeed, since the advent of the reed flute and the harp, in addition to gods, wars, and legends, the most favored subjects of the bard were elves, a beautiful, wise, strong, and long-lived race, and everything they involved was worthy of singing and listening, and the most talked about was their love—the elves had a long lifespan, but they would only offer his/her allegiance to a lover, and the most he/she could show his or her love was by giving a gift that symbolized love. While the names in the ballad are always swapped and the other race is different, it's an indisputable fact that this old story is always chewed on, and unless Kremar is deaf, you can't explain how he knows nothing.

“...... He's still a kid!" said Ilda.

Fenway smiled sarcastically, "But it can get you pregnant." ”

The mage's voice was soft and deep, and Ilda's eyes widened in disbelief as if she had been stabbed hard.

The elves and half-elves standing beside Ilda looked at Fenway with disapproving eyes, and one of them tried to say something, but was interrupted by Ilda's movements - the female elven ranger took a deep breath, took a steady step forward, and shortened the distance between her and Fenway to the right size, then raised his fist and slammed Fenway's jaw into the ground, knocking him into the air.

"Ten points. The lich commented happily.

The otherworldly soul agreed, "That must hurt. He said.

Indeed, as they walked past Fenway, they could still see a row of inverted beautiful lettering imprints clearly imprinted on Fenway's skin, and today Ilda did not wear the gloves with the small Mithril ring, but still had a ring engraved with her name, which made Fenway look like Ilda's belonging, and the elves who noticed this were all snickering softly.

- It was an accident, the lich said, but it was a good opportunity.

- Kill Fenway?, the otherworldly soul joked.

- so to say - the lich said quietly - you go and tell Ilda that you are worried about Fenway's chest, and if she asks how you know it contains dragon and demon blood, you will say that Adel told you, and that he was drunk that night and would not remember what he said.

- The soul of the other world is confused, I wanted to warn Kerry Ben before, but you refused.

-- Fenway grew up in Grey Ridge, and has served in Grey Ridge for fifty years, and is still Ilda's lover, and though he has a bad temper, he has a few friends, and you have only been in Grey Ridge for fifteen days, don't you think it's ridiculous that a guy like us, who is not even familiar with it, thinks that Fenway is a dangerous person? Before this little misunderstanding happens, your rash actions may make the elves disgusted and disgusted with us, and even think that Grey Ridge will be better off without us, and I don't want to see that happen - but now it's different, Ilda will only think that you are jealous and childish revenge, so it's okay, just say it as much as you like.

But she might not think about it!

- That has nothing to do with us, I remind her that she is just trying to avoid some trouble, but she doesn't want trouble to befall her own head - don't say that name, yes, it's the name of the second brother of Adelle, the dragon language is not every mage has the opportunity and enough wisdom to learn, let alone be proficient enough to be able to reverse the name of the variant, and Beavis has no talent in this regard.

――Who did you learn the dragon language with?

The otherworldly soul waited for a long time, and he thought he couldn't get this answer, so he was startled when the lich opened his mouth to answer.

- My father. The lich said, and then sank into the depths of the sea of knowledge.

The administrator of Grey Ridge laughed out loud when Ilda complained to him.

"Oh, please. ”

The beautiful ranger pleaded, her cheeks crimson, and her arms clasped to her chest: "Can you imagine? Forget about Cremar, he is only twenty years old, even in human terms, he is only just an adult, and it is understandable to be naughty and willful, but Fenway, the goddess of life, he is already seventy years old, if he was a human, he might already be a great-grandfather! And he can still be so childish!" She paced back and forth in the manager's large room, frowning and sighing, "And ...... Those ...... from Fenway"

"Those special spell materials, this one and I declared, everything," the administrator reassured her, "it was a preparation for the destruction of a dangerous spell book - sometimes, the darkness will swallow the darkness, do you remember how the holy priest destroyed two magic items from the endless abyss in a row?" When he discovered that he could neither purify and dissolve them with the spells of light nor pure holy water, he threw it to an ancient red dragon and used its evil flame to successfully wipe out both of them - Fenway was planning to do that, and Ilda, after Eluklindor left the Grey Ridge, he was the strongest mage in the Grey Ridge, and the one who loved the Grey Ridge the most, and he was the one who would not betray the Grey Ridge the least. ”

"I'm not ......"

"I know you're just worried about him," said the Administrator, "but there are times when the mage is really hard to understand, and he may still be worried about the fact that he will have to leave Grey Ridge in ten years' time. ”

"I will leave with him," said Ilda, "and we will walk hand in hand for his three hundred years." ”

"I believe that your love will melt his doubts and uneasiness. The manager said, "Why didn't you tell him?"

"Twice, the first time I had a big fight with him over the child," said Ilda, angrily, "and the second time, yesterday, as soon as I tried to speak, he told me that he thought Kremar was a warlock. ”

The manager groaned, and his steel-blue eyes deepened.

"Kerry thought he was a mage," he said, placing his hand on Ilda's round shoulder, "and even a warlock, it's not all bad." ”