After breakfast, Fern spread out the map of Nokos on the ground, studied it carefully, and Jalena also came to the mercenary with a cup of hot black tea, Fern smelled the mellow aroma of black tea, and looked up at the bloodshot eyes of the archmage. "You better go and rest for a while, we don't have to rush to the road, anyway, there aren't too many clues right now. ”

"What about you, aren't you tired yourself?" said Morena as she blew into the teacup, blowing the tea leaves from the edge to the other end, and took a few sips.

"I'm used to it, mercenaries have been doing it for so many years, and I don't spend any less nights in the wilderness than in inns. Fern squeezed between his eyebrows and blinked vigorously to cheer himself up.

Morena picked up another cup of hot black tea and handed it to Fern. "You're no better than before, after so many years, and your age is always getting older inadvertently. ”

Fern hesitated, but took the tea. "It's as if you knew me before, and I'm still young. ”

Morena smiled slightly, as if she knew something. "Yes, yes, you're still young, but you're not as receptive to someone as you used to be. ”

"I don't understand what you mean, if you're in a bit of a mess right now, it's better to get some rest. Fern looked at Jarena with a frown.

The archmage was still staring at him with a smile, and had no intention of leaving. "I'm just sitting here drinking tea and won't bother you anymore. ”

Fern wanted to drive Morena away a little, and she sat beside her, always feeling that she couldn't concentrate, but Fern knew how difficult it was to convince an archmage, so he had to keep his mind on the map.

On the map of Nokos, several red crosses are marked, three of which are in the Westwood Forest, two are on the edge of the Black Marsh, and the last one is located in the southern part of the Tarentala Hills, far north of the Westwood Forest. The signs outside the Westwood Forest were completely unexpected, and he had to wonder who had drawn the map, and why the artist thought that the Hallows might have been lost on the edge of the Black Swamp and the southern part of the Tarendara Hills.

Fern's brows were tightened, and Morena looked at it, and the archmage finished the last sip of hot tea, put down the teacup, and placed his hands gently on his thighs. "In my opinion, this map was drawn by the people of the Mage Tower. ”

"Why?" Fern turned his head sharply, his eyes both surprised and resistant.

"Look at the three points outside the Ximu Forest, if it weren't for the people who had personally experienced the loss of the holy weapon at that time, there was absolutely no possibility of knowing, according to the description of the Great Lord, the most likely to attack the mercenary group was the people of Etiyès, then it is very likely that the people of the Mage Tower painted it. Jalena sat upright on her knees and said unhurriedly.

"Could it be that some survivors escaped, there are so many people in the Crow Regiment, maybe someone escaped. Fern said excitedly, almost knocking over the teacup in his hand.

Morena shook her head slowly. "Even if there were, this map wouldn't have been drawn by a survivor, because he would probably only know where he was fleeing to, and in that case, it would have been impossible to know the escape routes of the other companions, so how could he have drawn three locations outside the Westwood Forest? ”

Fern nodded thoughtfully. "So according to you, there were people who escaped from the forest at that time, but in the end they were caught up at these three points and then ......"

"Yes, Fern, no mercenaries survived except you, and although they escaped from the forest, they did not escape death, even from such a distance as Tarentara. There was sympathy in Morena's tone. "In order to extinguish the mouth, the Mage Tower will definitely kill them all. ”

"Your reasoning is perfectly fine, but there's a problem. Seeing that Morena was ready to answer herself, Fern continued. "Why are you so sure it's the Mage Tower, and what if it wasn't the Mage who attacked the Crows?"

With a relaxed smile, Jarena leaned forward to pick up the map, her white finger pointing at one of the markers. "This red cross, ordinary people may not think there is anything special, but you look at its comparison, the lower left corner is clear, the right side is connected, and there are traces of lifting the pen in the upper left corner, obviously starting from the bottom left, and then closing the pen in the upper left corner, which is the characteristic of Etiyesh's fork. ”

"You're saying the map was drawn by Etiyès?" Fern looked warily at the map in the archmage's hand, as if it had been coated with poison.

"That's not necessarily, but it should be painted by a certain high-level mage, because of Etiyesh, many archmages close to him will deliberately imitate his writing characteristics, so in the mage tower, there are not a few mages who draw crosses like this, but most of them are high-level mages who are closer to Etiyash. Jarena shoved the map back into Fern's hand. "Don't worry, there's no magic on it, and there's no poison. ”

Confused, Fern rolled the map back onto the ground. "How do you know I'm worried about poison up there?"

Morena narrowed her eyes and clasped her hands together. "Haven't you noticed? There is a harbinger of connection between us. ”

"What do you mean!?" Fern glared at Morena in horror, his mind flashing to Ness's figure.

"Don't be nervous, Fern, before the official connection, there is no limit to the number of people who can induce between a swordsman and a mage, especially a good swordsman, who usually has a sense with multiple mages. The corners of Jaminena's mouth curled unobtrusively.

Fern turned his head and looked back at the map. "I'm not interested in it, but the most important thing now is to find clues on this map. ”

Jalena untied her long ponytail, which had been loose, and then pulled the strands of hair that hung down to her ears behind her head, and her long tan hair was held in a handful and tied up tightly. "So, do you have any suggestions?"

Fern touched the stubble on his chin. "Let's try our luck at these two points on the edge of the Black Swamp, which cannot be visited in the forest for the time being, and these two points are relatively close together, and it will take less than a day to ride from here. ”

"Not a bad idea, I agree. Jamina shook her head slightly, trying to tighten her braids. "By the way, are there any villages where you can rest?"

"I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you, the Black Swamp doesn't have any villages other than Wet Harbor. Speaking of which, Fern remembered the evacuees who had saved his life, and it seemed like centuries ago to meet them after so many events in the past few years. "Do you want to take a shower?"

Jasmina smirked. "You see, as I said, we've got a sense of it. ”

"Hell, I'm speculating, it has nothing to do with induction. Fern put away the map and drank the tea.

"Whatever you want, but if possible, I suggest we better stay in Wet Harbor tonight. The smile on Jaminena's face vanished.

"Why? Can't get there in a day. Fern looked at the archmage in bewilderment.

Jasmina sighed in disappointment. "Those flesh beasts didn't appear out of thin air, they were the creation of evil magic, and I fear that if the mage who created them is still nearby and will continue to follow us, then we will be in danger for the next few nights, but if they are in a place where humans gather, they will not dare to be so blatant. ”

Fern nodded, holding his chin in thought. "You have a point, but as I said, you can't get to Wet Harbor in a day. The mercenary looked east, a wide plain dotted with trees and bushes. "Perhaps, we can try to get rid of them. ”

"Dump them?" Jasmine followed Ferne's gaze to the east, not seeing anything special.

"Yes, get rid of them, I'm sure those mages don't have as much experience in the wild as I am, and unless we have an absolute advantage in numbers, we should be able to escape their tracking. Fern stood up, took the water bladder from his pannier, and handed it to Molina. "Trouble is on my hands, I wash my face and get rid of some sleepiness. ”

Jasmine also stood up, took the water bladder, and slowly poured the cold water into Fern's hands. "Don't ride too fast, I'll get rid of it. ”

Fern poured cold water on his face, and there was a burst of excitement. "It's hard to say, you'd better keep up with me. ”

Jamina pursed her lips, poured a little water on the handkerchief, and gently wiped her face. "If you leave me and run away, I will join forces with those mages to arrest you. ”

Fern laughed and jumped on the back of the clouds. "In my opinion, you must be crying in fear in the black swamp. ”

Jasmine glared at Fern, climbed onto the horse, and rode alone on the horse again, she missed the feeling of Fern behind her, and her face blushed slightly.

Fern didn't pay much attention, the mercenary pulled the reins, grabbed the cloudy hind legs between his legs, and trotted away towards the rising sun, and Jalena patted her cheek to bring herself back to her senses from the strange thought and followed Fern.