Now that they have the right to use the property in the witch's hands, Cheese and Roland no longer have to live in the inn. By the time the old man went to lead the carriage, Cheese had already come alone to the vicinity of this property built in the port area of the royal capital. The royal capital itself is not adjacent to the sea, and this so-called port area is really just a symbolic name. But despite that, there is a river that runs through the southeast corner of the royal capital. This river is a tributary of the Dragon's Blood Creek, and together with other water systems that merge into it along the way, it has become a fast way to transport the water of the royal capital with a relatively gentle and stable flow. The house that the witches agreed to use for Cheese was on the east bank of the river.

Riding across the small bridge that connects the two sides of the river, Cheese notices that in addition to the small bridge that looks old, it is necessary to rely on a ferry on the water to cross the river. The bridge at your feet was still big enough for two or three people to walk side by side, but it was probably enough for an ordinary carriage to run on it to completely jam the bridge. In other words, as long as the bridge is blocked, the entire east bank of the river will probably be isolated.

The mage frowned, such a place could be regarded as remote even in the entire royal capital, and the east bank of the river was full of warehouses or temporary parking places as far as the eye could see, and not many people would really settle down here. You know, there isn't even a small food shop in the area, and the only store that can be considered a commercial activity has to cross this small bridge first. I'm afraid that once night falls, there won't be a few people on the entire East Coast. The witch made this a backup spot for herself, which really saved a lot of effort to disguise her whereabouts.

Passing through the bridge between the two sides of the strait, the cheese dress is very conspicuous in this place where he is either a merchant or a boatman. In order not to get into unnecessary trouble, the mage had to cast a spell similar to a psychological suggestion on the people around him, so that they would not realize that there was a strange person leading a horse walking by them.

"This is it, isn't it?" Grabbing the piece of paper with the address written on it, Cheese walked around and around to the center of the entire East Coast, a house surrounded by warehouses, in fact, there were so many warehouses blocking the outside that if they weren't looking for it, ordinary people would probably ignore the path leading to this house.

What a nice place, Cheese thought. Following the path through the narrow gap between the warehouses, a low building appeared in front of the mage's eyes. It's not correct to say it's low, after all, the building still has two floors in terms of the number of windows, but perhaps it doesn't use the traditional spire, and the flat roof doesn't make the house feel too tall. And when viewed from above, there is a high chance that this architectural style will be confused with the surrounding warehouses.

Naturally, such a house will not be protected by an exterior wall, or the surrounding warehouses are the best exterior walls of this building. Cheese pulled out a large iron key from his bosom and walked to the door. Confusingly, however, there was no keyhole or any other external lock on the door. Cheese looked at the heavy wooden door decorated with dazzling patterns, remembered how the witches had told him to enter the door, and gently tapped the top of the key on the wooden door in different places according to some pattern. If someone were to leave the place where the cheese had been struck, and then remove the other superfluous patterns on the door, then he would see a strange closed pattern slowly become clear as the mage struck.

"......Quack" After Cheese tapped the key thirteen times, the door made a dull sound and opened a crack on its own. Judging by the dust that falls as the door opens, these witches must not be in the habit of cleaning their properties regularly. Putting the key away, Cheese was able to push the heavy wooden door open with both hands, and he realized that if he was going to stay here longer, it would be necessary to apply a little lube to the door's shaft.

"Ahem" had covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve, but Cheese was still coughing from the dust that had accumulated in the room for an unknown amount of time. According to Colanty, although she had always known about the house's existence, she had not been here since she was born, and she did not know why the building, which had been abandoned for nearly two decades, had not been damaged by nature.

Walking out of the porch, Cheese could feel something other than dust that permeated the room, magic, magic from witches. The magic comes from seemingly inadvertent breakage on the walls, or the way certain items are placed. This power can not only protect the building itself from natural rainwater, but also play a role in preventing theft. Cheese could assure him that if he hadn't entered the house the right way, the mage would have been in more danger than just coughing twice from the dust.

With a wave of his hand, the invisible force turned into a gust of wind that drove all the dust in the air, on the ground and on the furniture, and the dust in the porch alone turned into a dirty sphere the size of a human head. The dust was cleaned up, and the furniture in the room looked much brighter. Reaching for the oil lamp hanging on the wall, Cheese noticed that the oil in the lamp had not completely dried up, and he did not know what kind of grease was used.

He lit the oil lamp with the flint he had with him, and the mage carried it down the porch. After a turn, the narrow hallway comes to an end, flanked by two doors and led by an upward staircase. Without hesitation, the mage pushed open the door on the right-hand side, which was a spacious living room.

Stepping inside, Cheese walked straight to a corner of the living room, where a strange stone statue appeared to look like some kind of animal curled up together. Judging from the stone statue's protruding head, it is likely that the animal depicted in the statue is some kind of strange totem mixed with a bat and a wolf. However, Cheese learns from the magical aura of the stone statue that the stone statue is actually the heart of the house.

Taking out the large key to open the door again, Cheese inserted the key into the statue's open mouth with his left hand with the witch's ring, and as the key was fully inserted into the statue's long mouth, Cheese felt a slight suction pass from the hand holding the key. The mage then let go of the restrictions on his magical powers, allowing the stone statue to absorb some of its magical power from itself. The power that is absorbed is not much, and even if ordinary people are taken away from this energy, they will only be dizzy.

And after Cheese infused the statue with magic, the statue's stone eyes moved strangely. Letting go of the hand holding the key, and letting the key be swallowed by the statue, Cheese's face was not much surprised.

"Hello, dear hostess. Meet for the first time and welcome back. There was no oral movement, but a dull voice came from inside the statue.

"Your name. The mage said.

"You can call me Felgen, I'm the keeper and steward of this house. The statue replied.

"Tell me what's in this house. Cheese walked over to the couch in the living room and sat down, and said to the statue that called himself Felgen.

After a brief silence, Felgen began to report in another language the circle that the witch had set up in the house. This language is the language spoken within witches, and even the average spellcaster may not have heard of this ancient and rarely spoken language, after all, the age of witches is long gone. The reason why Felgen reports in this language is obviously to prevent short-term users like Cheese from changing the magic circle running in the building.

Unfortunately, for Cheese, although it takes a brief time to recall the content of this language, the mages who have been educated in the Gray Tower do have the ability to use this language. Cheese singled out a few circles for listening or similar functions and told Fergen to stop working on them, even though he was now an ally with the witch, but the mage wouldn't be stupid enough to live under watch. As for whether Felgen would follow Cheese's orders, for a lowly creature like him, he did not yet have the ability to distinguish who gave orders.

Solving the surveillance in the house, Cheese is now finally sure that the building can be used temporarily by himself. And in this case, contacting the Gray Tower is the next imperative thing for the mage.