The setting sun fills the busy harbor and seagulls flutter between the ships and the sea in a deep yellow colour. Another huge passenger ship slowly sailed into the dock, and the sails on all three sides were folded one by one, and the deck suddenly became noisy.

Fern waited behind the rest of the passengers with the clouds, he didn't want to attract too much attention, Jalena beside him had already attracted too many people's attention during the voyage, and in the past two days, the archmage had become the center of attention on almost the entire ship, and almost every man wanted to have a few words with her. Fern rarely left his room except to eat, and on the few occasions he went to the dining room to eat, he would hide the box containing the holy vessel in his cloak, and then sit at the corner table and return to his room immediately after a quick meal.

Restlessness and agitation nearly knocked Fern down, and in order to maximize the safety of the Hallows, Fern had to choose to share a room with Morena, which made him the public enemy of the men on the ship.

The passengers followed the queue down to the docks, most of the men not forgetting to say a polite goodbye to Morena standing beside Fern, and then glanced warily at the silent oak-like mercenary. After all the passengers had left, Fern and Morena slowly walked off the deck, a large ship, and the process lasted for half an hour, and by the time they stepped into the town by the harbor, the sun was completely gone, and the deep blue sky signaled that night was coming.

The green bay at night reminded Fern of Wet Harbor, but it was bigger and hotter, and in the dimly lit doorways of some of the shops, young women wearing only a tulle dress were greeting passers-by, their bumpy figures looming out from the thin, almost transparent skirts, and Fern was certainly in their interest. Fern passed by them without squinting, and Morena casually looked at the women, and then immediately blushed like a fever, and quickly followed Fern. "Do you see, Fern? Their clothes are so thin, aren't they afraid of being seen...... Physically?"

Fern snorted. "Those are prostitutes, Molina, you haven't heard of them. ”

"Prostitute!?" Marvelingly, Jarena looked back at the woman leaning against the door, then quickly turned her head. "May the Seven Gods have mercy on them, they should not do this. ”

Fern shook his head disapprerovingly, and was about to answer the archmage's words, but a figure that appeared in the street in front of him made him shut his mouth, and his right hand, hidden in the cloak, pressed against the hilt of his sword.

The figure slowly approached Fern, and in the faint light of the rooms on either side, a strong middle-aged warrior caught the mercenary's eye. "Barred, why are you here?"

Barred glanced around alertly, then grabbed Fern's arm and dragged him down the path. "Don't talk until I let you speak. ”

Fern turned back and motioned for Morena to follow, then followed Barred through the narrow, rotting alleys. The humid and muggy climate made it rain every day, and the muddy dirt road covered the feet of all three of them with mud, and Morena frowned and followed behind Fern as the road felt like stepping on a pile of cow dung. After turning an unknown number of corners, Barred finally stopped in front of a small house, by which time it was completely dark. So the horses were tied to the door, and they took their baggage and went in. ”

Fern didn't dare to slack off, helped Jasmine unload, and walked into the house with a pannier in one hand, Jarena followed, Barred slowly retreated into the house, and finally checked the situation on both sides of the path, and quickly closed them.

It was dark inside, but Fern heard a whisper, and just as he was surprised to find that it was all too familiar, two candles were lit, and the room suddenly brightened.

"Ness!" the pannier fell to the ground, and Fern reached forward with trembling hands, a look of disbelief in his eyes. "Is it really you?!"

"Fern, are you really here to save me?" Ness jumped into the mercenary's arms in two steps, burying her face in his arms.

"Hell, I'm not dreaming, Ness, it's great, it's good you're okay. Fern hugged Niss tightly, his lips kissing the girl's hair, and greedily sniffing her breath.

Jasmine stood quietly to the side, watching the two of them look at the confusion in their eyes, and clasped her hands tightly together.

Two deliberate coughs rang out, making Fern realize that there were other people in the room, and he immediately put his left hand around Niss, and pulled a short dagger from his waist with his right hand, and an old voice sounded slowly. "Sit down and have a cup of tea, Fern, here, Ness is safe, you can rest assured. ”

Only then did Fern notice that there were two old men sitting on two chairs by the wall. "Hessey, are you Hesse?"

"That's right, Fern, it's me, you have a good memory, and you can remember me as an old man. Hussey chuckled and nodded at the teacup on the table in front of him.

Fern glanced at Ness, the girl nodded happily at him, and the mercenary sat down in the nearest chair and poured a cup of tea. "What was going on, I was completely confused. ”

Baredra crossed two chairs and beckoned for Morena to sit down as well, and sat down beside Fern. "You have to thank us, Fern, for saving Niss from the Twilight Cult, and that's it. ”

"And how did you end up together? I mean you and Hessey, and ......" Fern looked at the other old man, the silver-haired old man suddenly felt familiar to him. "Who is this mage?"

The old man gestured to Fern's left shoulder. "There's no after-effect from the injury on your shoulder, isn't it?"

Memories flashed through Fern's mind like lightning, and his eyes widened. "Are you the old man in the Black Swamp?" and "You're the old man in the Black ......Swamp?" Fern forgot the old man's name.

"Black Ward, that's his name, I told you, Fern. Hussey still smiled, and seemed to have a special affection for Fern.

"yes, Black Ward, hell, I think I'd better get some sleep first, and if there's one more unexpected thing, I'm going to faint. Fern hugged his head, blinking hard.

Ness looked at the mercenary's side face with concern, and put her hands around his arm. "What's wrong with you, Fern, are you sick? I can treat you, or maybe a good sleep. ”

Fern took Ness's hand. "I'm so tired, Ness, I haven't been able to get a good rest for the past few days, we got the Hallows, I took it to Threndra to exchange you with the Twilight Cult, I don't allow myself to go wrong. ”

Ness looked into Fern's eyes with emotion, and the two stared at each other like that, but Black Ward interrupted them. "Fern you are naïve, do you really think that the Twilight Cult intends to hand over Ness to you? They will definitely take the Hallows from you and then kill you, or, kill you first and then take the Hallows from your corpse. ”

Fern turned his head to look at Black Ward. "No matter what the result is, I'm going to give it a try, even if I die. ”

"It seems that you don't know the whole thing yet. Black Ward sighed and took a sip from his teacup. "Your adventure almost wiped out all of Wallis, but luckily we intercepted you here. ”

"How will Wallis ...... me" Fern opened his mouth to say a few words, and Morena shook her head again and again to signal him to stop talking, and Fern closed his mouth in amusement.

Morena sat up straight in her chair, although she was also an archmage, she still put on a respectful attitude in front of the two archmages who were much more senior than herself. "What is the ins and outs of your so-called origins? I have tried to find all kinds of information about the Hallows and the Holy Seal, but I still haven't found the crux of the problem, but judging by the actions of the Twilight Cult, I have a hunch that there must be a conspiracy behind this, a conspiracy beyond our imagination. ”

Black Ward narrowed his eyes as he looked at the young archmage in front of him, and he noticed the pattern on Morena's collar. "May I tell us your name, young archmage?"

"Molina, Manfred is my mentor. Jasmine nodded politely to the two old mages.

Both Hussey and Black Ward raised their eyebrows. "It turns out that you are the apprentice of that old fellow, the rumored youngest archmage so far, what a blessing. Hessey complimented.

"Old ...... Guy. "Jasmine didn't know what to say in response to Hessey.

"I wonder when my apprentice will be promoted to Archmage?" Hessey glanced meaningfully at Fern, who stared awkwardly at the table.

Black Ward nodded in satisfaction. "Very well, with you on board, the chances of our operation succeeding have increased a lot, and now, we have an elemental envoy, three archmages, and two descendants of Oberon, which is much better than I expected. ”

"What...... Action?" Morena looked at the two old mages suspiciously.

Black Ward smiled and took a few sips from his teacup. "It all started when I was guarding the tower at Wolfsburg more than two years ago......"